Post by luuu x on Nov 7, 2007 15:24:40 GMT -5
living up to my name micapaw
or maybe not tom
you know you love me six moons
kicking up a storm TempestClan
just a young'un apprentice
come on ladies, look at me
or maybe not tom
you know you love me six moons
kicking up a storm TempestClan
just a young'un apprentice
come on ladies, look at me
A smile starts off this apprentice's description. This smile is so often present that it is almost one of his permenant features. Now let us start on his body. His four paws are not small, but nor are they large. They are the perfect size. They are strong enough to provide a fair amount of strength, and fleet enough to provide a fair amount of agility. Each paw nurtures a hidden set of claws. These are long and the colour of bone. They hook ever so slightly at the tips, so that Micapaw can get a good grip on his enemy before tearing fur and flesh. Micapaw's paws lead up into four strong limbs. These, in turn, become his shoulders. These are powerful enough to deal out quite a powerful blow. Micapaw's shoulders slide back into his back, which drips off his back into a tail. His tail is long and short furred, and can hurt if it whips skin. Micapaw's neck moulds into her muzzle, which fairly short and rounded. His nose is small and coloured a pale grey colour. Micapaw's eyes are rounder than most, but narrow at the inside corners. His eyes are a hyacinth-blue colour, like the sky. Micapaw's laughing face is enough to make anybody smile. He is quite handsome.
Micapaw's fur is fairly short, and not particularly soft underneath. But the topcoat is smooth and silky. He tends to keep his fur very well groomed, not out of vanity but because he just likes to keep clean. His fur lengthens on his chest, to stick up in small, soft clumps. It does the same on his stomach, and no amount f grooming can make it lie flat. Micapaw's tail and paws are short furred, as is his face. But longer, thinner strands of pale fur spring from inside his ears. The backs of his ears are covered in short, velvety, darker fur. Micapaw's main coat is a light, wren-grey colour. But patches of darker, grey-silver fur splotch across this. Black stripes race across these placesm, to form silver tabby patches.
dashing past with a cheeky grin
This apprentice is not shy; not in the slightest. Micapaw is not afraid whatsoever to express his opinion in the matters of his clan, whether they involve him or not. He is not loud, but just likes to get his thoughts across. Micapaw is a very friendly, chatty tom, and loves making new friends. He is kind enough, and tries to help others with their problems, whether they are his friends or not. Micapaw is an easy going tom, and is hard to touch when it comes to insults. He is like a rock; supporting those in need, unmoved by nastiness. Many cats his age wish to be like him. Micapaw is determined to help any cat who looks or seems glum or upset. He sticks to them, even if they do not want him to, until they tell him their problems. And after they do, Micapaw will help. He is good at making things better for others; the kind of cat that is likely to say; let me deal with it. Micapaw is a very loyal tom, and will stand up for his friends fiercely. He is also loyal to his clan; he would stick by them to the grave. Micapaw may be cheeky, but he is a good hunter and fighter. This tom will never leave his clan; not even if it stood between life and death.
walking down the road of my life
Milkflower was beautiful. She was friendly and kind, and had many friends. She longed for a family, longed for a mate. Somebody to love her. But nobody wanted her. Not because of her looks. Not because of her personality. Because she was blind. Milkflower's eyes were a beautiful sky blue, but had never seen the light of dat. Milkflower was desperately lonely. She had never hunted or fought in her life, and because of this she was no respected by many of the toms in her clan. But one of her closest friends loved her. Secretly, of course. His name was Mintheart. Mintheart had loved Milkflower since they were apprentices together; Mintpaw and Milkpaw. Mintheart eventually told his friend how he felt, and she was so moved and delighted by this that the two became mates the same night.
A few moons later, Milkflower knew something had changed inside her. She often visited the medicine cat because of her sore, blind eyes, and he soon told her that she was going to have kits. Milkflower was raught with happiness, and wasted no time in telling Mintheart about their kits. Milkflower moved to the nursery, where she made more friends with her fellow queens. But before the queen gave birth, an accident ripped the family in two. Mintheart, whilst out on patrol, was killed by a brother and sister duo of rogues called Brandy and Bhrera. The tom's body was dragged back to the camp by the other cats on the patrol. Milkflower was devestated. She cried for nights on end, her dead mate haunting her dreams. And a few moons later, her kits were born.
She had always been frail and sickly as a kit, and so were two of her newborn litter. Her two daughters were tiny and undersized, and died very quickly after they had been born. But Milkflower's son survived. He was small, but he lived. The blind queen was told by her best friend, Echosteps, that her kit had the brightest eyes she had ever seen. Because of this, Milkflower named the kit Micakit. Milkflower loved her son, and raised him well so that he grew and became as strong as any other kit. Recently, Micakit was apprenticed to a warrior named Lighteyes, but soon after she was killed in a Thunderpath accident. Micapaw is now in need of another mentor.
the one's i love
Milkflower [mother]
Mintheart [father]
Sloekit [sister]
Ternkit [sister][/left][/sub]