Post by forget.me.not<3 on Feb 5, 2008 9:22:04 GMT -5
Name: Silverpaw
Clan: Shoreclan
Position: Apprentice
Age: Six moons
Gender: She-cat
Description:
Silverpaw was born a tiny kit and is still little for her age. She is not as weak as she was as a kit, though she does get ill pretty often and looks rather scrawny. She tires easily and isn’t very strong due to her size. Her fur is light gray, almost silver, hence her name. She keeps her coat smooth and neat. Appearing to shine and shimmer in the sunlight, her fur is quite stunning. Her teeth and claws, like the rest of her body, are undersized, yet ironically, razor-sharp. Silverpaw’s large, crystal blue eyes seem to take up most of her small face. She has no stripes or distinctive markings; her coat is just a solid gray.
Silverpaw may be small and rather weak, but she makes up for this with her intelligence. She is an eager learner, like many of the other young apprentices. However, Silverpaw is not just enthusiastic; she learns quickly and has a sharp mind. She does not trust her own abilities, though, and underestimates herself. Silverpaw gets offended easily, and she hates being left out or teased. She has a strong sense of nobility and integrity. Her hunting technique is flawless, as she can almost always outmaneuver her prey, and she has the potential to be an efficient and clever warrior with more training. Upon first glance, most cats would assume she is shy, but Silverpaw is bold, talkative, and not afraid to speak up when needed. She is very sociable and likes to be around other cats.
History:
Silverpaw was born into the clan, and both her parents are Shoreclan cats. She was a sickly kit and had a bad bout of greencough one moon. The clan wondered whether she would be able to be apprenticed and become a warrior due to her frail health, but luckily, she became much stronger as she got older. She learned fast, and at 6 months was deemed ready for a mentor. She is still a young, naïve cat, and has lived a relatively unexciting life so far.
IC:
OOC: I hope it's alright if I make up some stuff (ie, the battle with Forestclan) just for this sample RP. ^____^
Silverpaw strolled through the forest, deftly sidestepping puddles of murky rain water but struggling to keep up with her new mentor. She had been an apprentice for a few moons now, and was on hunting patrol. After a long period of hard trekking, the two cats reached a clearing in the forest that was well-known for being the home of lots of small animals. The young cat was already quite fatigued from the journey, but she was anxious to prove herself. The clan was suffering from the combined effects of a severe food shortage and the inevitable future battle with Forestclan, and Silverpaw yearned to do her share in getting the clan through these hard times.
She opened her mouth just a bit to sniff the air for the scent of prey. Mingled with the fresh, everyday smells of the forest was a stale, mysteriously alien one. Silverpaw’s eyes widened in shock. Turning to her mentor, she murmured, “Several Forestclan cats have been hunting here! Not long ago, either,” she added, her voice low and urgent. “Shouldn’t we go back to the camp right away and let Midnightstar know?”
Rules Password: Wish
Clan: Shoreclan
Position: Apprentice
Age: Six moons
Gender: She-cat
Description:
Silverpaw was born a tiny kit and is still little for her age. She is not as weak as she was as a kit, though she does get ill pretty often and looks rather scrawny. She tires easily and isn’t very strong due to her size. Her fur is light gray, almost silver, hence her name. She keeps her coat smooth and neat. Appearing to shine and shimmer in the sunlight, her fur is quite stunning. Her teeth and claws, like the rest of her body, are undersized, yet ironically, razor-sharp. Silverpaw’s large, crystal blue eyes seem to take up most of her small face. She has no stripes or distinctive markings; her coat is just a solid gray.
Silverpaw may be small and rather weak, but she makes up for this with her intelligence. She is an eager learner, like many of the other young apprentices. However, Silverpaw is not just enthusiastic; she learns quickly and has a sharp mind. She does not trust her own abilities, though, and underestimates herself. Silverpaw gets offended easily, and she hates being left out or teased. She has a strong sense of nobility and integrity. Her hunting technique is flawless, as she can almost always outmaneuver her prey, and she has the potential to be an efficient and clever warrior with more training. Upon first glance, most cats would assume she is shy, but Silverpaw is bold, talkative, and not afraid to speak up when needed. She is very sociable and likes to be around other cats.
History:
Silverpaw was born into the clan, and both her parents are Shoreclan cats. She was a sickly kit and had a bad bout of greencough one moon. The clan wondered whether she would be able to be apprenticed and become a warrior due to her frail health, but luckily, she became much stronger as she got older. She learned fast, and at 6 months was deemed ready for a mentor. She is still a young, naïve cat, and has lived a relatively unexciting life so far.
IC:
OOC: I hope it's alright if I make up some stuff (ie, the battle with Forestclan) just for this sample RP. ^____^
Silverpaw strolled through the forest, deftly sidestepping puddles of murky rain water but struggling to keep up with her new mentor. She had been an apprentice for a few moons now, and was on hunting patrol. After a long period of hard trekking, the two cats reached a clearing in the forest that was well-known for being the home of lots of small animals. The young cat was already quite fatigued from the journey, but she was anxious to prove herself. The clan was suffering from the combined effects of a severe food shortage and the inevitable future battle with Forestclan, and Silverpaw yearned to do her share in getting the clan through these hard times.
She opened her mouth just a bit to sniff the air for the scent of prey. Mingled with the fresh, everyday smells of the forest was a stale, mysteriously alien one. Silverpaw’s eyes widened in shock. Turning to her mentor, she murmured, “Several Forestclan cats have been hunting here! Not long ago, either,” she added, her voice low and urgent. “Shouldn’t we go back to the camp right away and let Midnightstar know?”
Rules Password: Wish