Post by roraylva on Feb 22, 2008 22:56:01 GMT -5
Name: Fiercepaw
Clan: ForestClan
Gender: Female (she-cat)
Rank: Apprentice
Age: 6
Description:
-Appearance: Fiercepaw has an orange-red pelt, with a white underbelly and black feet. Along with a black tipped tail and a black muzzle, with a white stripe down her face. You could say she looks extremely like a fox. Though without the same shape of a head. She has a short muzzle, with a pink nose, and ears that are tipped with black. She is very slender, with sometimes makes it hard to see through her long fur that she does, indeed, have the body of a cat that would make a true warrior. She has large yellow eyes, that almost always show her emotions, making her a horrible liar about her feelings. Fiercepaw also has a scar along her right foreleg. The scar is from a terrible wound, though now does nothing except leave a long line of fur missing from her leg.
-Personality: Fiercepaw is always getting into trouble. She can be an annoying pest, though is fiercely loyal to her friends and kin. She knows when she should be quiet, and what she can and can’t do. However, just because she knows it doesn’t mean she always does or doesn’t do it! She is also extremely proud. She always knows what to do in battle, and when they should retreat. However, because she can be too proud, she doesn’t always take well to retreated. Whether it’s the best thing to do or not she doesn’t like her Clan to look like cowards for fleeing a fight. These battles are only occasional though. Fiercepaw is also very curious. Her scar on her leg was from an unwanted intrusion on a fox’s den. Lucky is also a good word for her. Like with the fox den incident, she was lucky the mother fox wasn’t there and that there was only one cub, who was very young and therefore being a tough match for her (she was a kit at the time, 5 moons). Though her curiosity can also sometimes be one of her best traits, for it makes her wonder about everything and gives her great experiences that she can’t possibly forget!
History: Fiercepaw was born to a rogue. However, as she had been fathered by a clan cat, her mother decided to name her like a clan cat. She doesn’t remember her mother much, because her mother was almost always gone, and only for the first moon did she stay with them non-stop. However, upon the second moon, her mother started leaving, and only coming back after hunting. On her third moon, Fiercepaw and her 2 siblings, a tom and a she-cat, were basically left to fend for themselves, their mother coming once every few days to make sure they were still alive. However, as Fiercepaw was the only one who could really tell what was going on at the time, she was the first to be able to catch anything. However, as she was still very young, and the only one of the 3 who could hunt at all, her siblings died. Her sister, Angelpaw, named after Fiercepaw’s mother kitty pet sister who had the same snowy white pelt, died first, from being underfed and sick with white cough, which was too much for her. Her brother, Graykit, named after his dark gray pelt, died later, from being underfed. Even though Graykit had learned how to hunt at all, and Fiercepaw had done her best to feed him and herself, he had been too tired after his first hunting trip to make it back to the den their mother had left them in, Fiercepaw had helped him home, leaving their catch behind, which wore him out even more, and told him not to go hunting. The next day however, when Fiercepaw returned from her hunting, she found him gone and traced his scent, only to find him dead, from overworking himself and finally just collapsing, unable to do anything. Fiercepaw went back to her den, and ate what she had caught earlier that day. During one of her hunting trips on her 5th moon, she also had a horrid encounter with a fox. Lucky her it was young, barely able to fight, but she still has a visible scar on her right foreleg where the fox made a cut all the way down to her bone, from her foot to about ¾ up her leg. At her 6th moon, her mother came and got her, though she didn’t know it was her mother, and brought her to ForestClan’s territory, where she was later found by an apprentice.
RP Sample: The woods around Fiercepaw were just crawling with prey. Much better hunting territory then her old home where her mother left her. Her orange and black pelt would blend in greatly with her surroundings since it was the middle of leaf-fall, with the orange, red, and brown leaves falling. This would also make it harder to hunt though, Fiercepaw realized. She would need to be extra careful of not crunching the leaves under her feet so as to alert the prey around her. She lifted her head to smell the area around her. She was downwind from a mouse, though she could also hear a thrush calling from upwind. She decided to go with the mouse, as she didn’t know if the thrush was even on the ground or not. She got into a hunting position, keeping her weight on her haunches the whole time. She could tell the mouse was just through the bush in front of her. Luckily, she was on the edge of the bush and it was a leafy plant, so it wasn’t made up of a ton of branches like some other bushes around the forest. Fiercepaw nudged the leaf that was in her way to the side, making it so she had a full view of the mouse. She crept slowly along, watching the mouse dash here and there looking for seeds before it’s winter nap. When she was a tail-length away, she got ready to pounce, gathering herself on her haunches. Then there was a “Fiercepaw!” from Hawkstar, who I guess wanted me for something, and the mouse sat up to listen. I pounced-- too late! It had seen me just before I pounced! What was so important that I needed to lose my catch?
Rules Password: Wish
Clan: ForestClan
Gender: Female (she-cat)
Rank: Apprentice
Age: 6
Description:
-Appearance: Fiercepaw has an orange-red pelt, with a white underbelly and black feet. Along with a black tipped tail and a black muzzle, with a white stripe down her face. You could say she looks extremely like a fox. Though without the same shape of a head. She has a short muzzle, with a pink nose, and ears that are tipped with black. She is very slender, with sometimes makes it hard to see through her long fur that she does, indeed, have the body of a cat that would make a true warrior. She has large yellow eyes, that almost always show her emotions, making her a horrible liar about her feelings. Fiercepaw also has a scar along her right foreleg. The scar is from a terrible wound, though now does nothing except leave a long line of fur missing from her leg.
-Personality: Fiercepaw is always getting into trouble. She can be an annoying pest, though is fiercely loyal to her friends and kin. She knows when she should be quiet, and what she can and can’t do. However, just because she knows it doesn’t mean she always does or doesn’t do it! She is also extremely proud. She always knows what to do in battle, and when they should retreat. However, because she can be too proud, she doesn’t always take well to retreated. Whether it’s the best thing to do or not she doesn’t like her Clan to look like cowards for fleeing a fight. These battles are only occasional though. Fiercepaw is also very curious. Her scar on her leg was from an unwanted intrusion on a fox’s den. Lucky is also a good word for her. Like with the fox den incident, she was lucky the mother fox wasn’t there and that there was only one cub, who was very young and therefore being a tough match for her (she was a kit at the time, 5 moons). Though her curiosity can also sometimes be one of her best traits, for it makes her wonder about everything and gives her great experiences that she can’t possibly forget!
History: Fiercepaw was born to a rogue. However, as she had been fathered by a clan cat, her mother decided to name her like a clan cat. She doesn’t remember her mother much, because her mother was almost always gone, and only for the first moon did she stay with them non-stop. However, upon the second moon, her mother started leaving, and only coming back after hunting. On her third moon, Fiercepaw and her 2 siblings, a tom and a she-cat, were basically left to fend for themselves, their mother coming once every few days to make sure they were still alive. However, as Fiercepaw was the only one who could really tell what was going on at the time, she was the first to be able to catch anything. However, as she was still very young, and the only one of the 3 who could hunt at all, her siblings died. Her sister, Angelpaw, named after Fiercepaw’s mother kitty pet sister who had the same snowy white pelt, died first, from being underfed and sick with white cough, which was too much for her. Her brother, Graykit, named after his dark gray pelt, died later, from being underfed. Even though Graykit had learned how to hunt at all, and Fiercepaw had done her best to feed him and herself, he had been too tired after his first hunting trip to make it back to the den their mother had left them in, Fiercepaw had helped him home, leaving their catch behind, which wore him out even more, and told him not to go hunting. The next day however, when Fiercepaw returned from her hunting, she found him gone and traced his scent, only to find him dead, from overworking himself and finally just collapsing, unable to do anything. Fiercepaw went back to her den, and ate what she had caught earlier that day. During one of her hunting trips on her 5th moon, she also had a horrid encounter with a fox. Lucky her it was young, barely able to fight, but she still has a visible scar on her right foreleg where the fox made a cut all the way down to her bone, from her foot to about ¾ up her leg. At her 6th moon, her mother came and got her, though she didn’t know it was her mother, and brought her to ForestClan’s territory, where she was later found by an apprentice.
RP Sample: The woods around Fiercepaw were just crawling with prey. Much better hunting territory then her old home where her mother left her. Her orange and black pelt would blend in greatly with her surroundings since it was the middle of leaf-fall, with the orange, red, and brown leaves falling. This would also make it harder to hunt though, Fiercepaw realized. She would need to be extra careful of not crunching the leaves under her feet so as to alert the prey around her. She lifted her head to smell the area around her. She was downwind from a mouse, though she could also hear a thrush calling from upwind. She decided to go with the mouse, as she didn’t know if the thrush was even on the ground or not. She got into a hunting position, keeping her weight on her haunches the whole time. She could tell the mouse was just through the bush in front of her. Luckily, she was on the edge of the bush and it was a leafy plant, so it wasn’t made up of a ton of branches like some other bushes around the forest. Fiercepaw nudged the leaf that was in her way to the side, making it so she had a full view of the mouse. She crept slowly along, watching the mouse dash here and there looking for seeds before it’s winter nap. When she was a tail-length away, she got ready to pounce, gathering herself on her haunches. Then there was a “Fiercepaw!” from Hawkstar, who I guess wanted me for something, and the mouse sat up to listen. I pounced-- too late! It had seen me just before I pounced! What was so important that I needed to lose my catch?
Rules Password: Wish
