Post by Flamey on Jun 27, 2008 12:42:27 GMT -5
Name: Cottonpaw
Clan: StormClan
Rank: Apprentice
Age: 6 moons
Gender: tom cat
Description: He is a speckled pale-gray tom. Cottonpaw has pale amber eyes, a fiery orange almost. He has white ears and a white tail, and has stubby, short claws. Cottonpaw doesn't mind one bit. He is a fair sized cat, lean and strong, with muscles underneath his pelt.
Personality: Cottonpaw is a bit of a know it all. He loves to act like the oldest - he's probably the youngest! - but he's still loyal to StormClan. Though he isn't that smart, he loves to think that he is. He blames his mistakes on others most of the time, too. Though not the brightest crayon in the box, Cottonpaw makes up for it with his strength and his desire to never give up.
History: Cottonkit was born to Mourningtear and Sunbask. His mother, mourningtear, had unknown roots. Sunbask was born in StormClan, purebred through and through. Cottonkit was the only surviving kit of 2. His dead younger brother, Snowykit, died at 2 moons. He was a sickly kit, so no Stormclan cat was surprised. As a kit, Cottonkit was frisky and loved to get in trouble. He still does. Cottonkit has recently become Cottonpaw and is awaiting a mentor. But he still is a clumsy meanie!
IC: "But why can't I go?" Cottonkit whined. "You're too young to go on patrol, Cottonkit." Mourningtear snapped. Sunbask winced where he was standing by Snowykit's grave.
"Cottonkit, we're here to pay respects to Snowykit, not listen to you whine" Sunbask meowed coolly. Cottonkit's tail drooped as the dawn patrol faded away into the undergrowth.
"Its not fair! I--" At that moment, a robin gave a loud alarm call, and a Stormclan warrior stalked out of the bushes.
"You scared off my prey, stupid kit!" he growled. It was Mourningtear's turn to wince, but she stared at Snowykit's burial place in silence. Cottonkit's eyes blazed but he said nothing, only shooting daggers at the warrior.
Rules Password: Morning
Clan: StormClan
Rank: Apprentice
Age: 6 moons
Gender: tom cat
Description: He is a speckled pale-gray tom. Cottonpaw has pale amber eyes, a fiery orange almost. He has white ears and a white tail, and has stubby, short claws. Cottonpaw doesn't mind one bit. He is a fair sized cat, lean and strong, with muscles underneath his pelt.
Personality: Cottonpaw is a bit of a know it all. He loves to act like the oldest - he's probably the youngest! - but he's still loyal to StormClan. Though he isn't that smart, he loves to think that he is. He blames his mistakes on others most of the time, too. Though not the brightest crayon in the box, Cottonpaw makes up for it with his strength and his desire to never give up.
History: Cottonkit was born to Mourningtear and Sunbask. His mother, mourningtear, had unknown roots. Sunbask was born in StormClan, purebred through and through. Cottonkit was the only surviving kit of 2. His dead younger brother, Snowykit, died at 2 moons. He was a sickly kit, so no Stormclan cat was surprised. As a kit, Cottonkit was frisky and loved to get in trouble. He still does. Cottonkit has recently become Cottonpaw and is awaiting a mentor. But he still is a clumsy meanie!
IC: "But why can't I go?" Cottonkit whined. "You're too young to go on patrol, Cottonkit." Mourningtear snapped. Sunbask winced where he was standing by Snowykit's grave.
"Cottonkit, we're here to pay respects to Snowykit, not listen to you whine" Sunbask meowed coolly. Cottonkit's tail drooped as the dawn patrol faded away into the undergrowth.
"Its not fair! I--" At that moment, a robin gave a loud alarm call, and a Stormclan warrior stalked out of the bushes.
"You scared off my prey, stupid kit!" he growled. It was Mourningtear's turn to wince, but she stared at Snowykit's burial place in silence. Cottonkit's eyes blazed but he said nothing, only shooting daggers at the warrior.
Rules Password: Morning
