Post by morningpaw on Sept 1, 2007 17:24:55 GMT -5
Name
Morningpaw
(To become Morningwind.)
Gender
Female/she-cat
Age
Six moons
Rank
Apprentice
Clan
ThunderClan
Description
Morningpaw’s tabby pelt is a light, washed-out ginger - in other words, sand-coloured. Except for her chest, which is white. Lean but still muscular, she is built for speed and strength - as most of the cats are, where she came from. For some reason, she always looks a bit underfed, though she eats like any normal cat would when the prey is plenty. Her eyes are a deep, intense amber, and they are perhaps her most distinguishing feature. This is probably because they stand out from the rest of her dull-coloured pelt. Morningpaw has three small scars on each flank. They are a sensitive subject - she doesn’t like to talk about how she got them. (see History)
Picture: sobi.org/photos/Cat/Lebanon/XA9U8837.JPG
Personality
Glancing at Morningpaw, the word that instantly comes to mind is outsider. This is probably because of the way she moves swiftly around, seeming nonchalant to everyone else and how she seems to be so unaccustomed to the ways of the Clan cats. A bit of a pessimist, the young she-cat is constantly wary and usually expects the worst. Because she is hesitant to place her trust in anyone, Morningpaw finds it difficult for her to make friends. However, if approached, she will usually respond in a polite, friendly manner. She does have a bitter, sarcastic side, but this rarely surfaces.
When asked about her former life, or if her loyalty is ever questioned, Morningpaw will usually respond in a sure, even casual tone that makes it sound like she does not often think about her past. However, this is definitely not the case. Morningpaw simply does a good job of covering her emotions - again, she is unsure if she can trust any cat with them.
History
Morningpaw was born into a northern Tribe called the Tribe of Fallen Stones. Because of the time she was born, and the fact that she almost died, she was given the name “Morning of Uncertain Fate”. However, although she just made it, her mother died giving birth to her, so Morning was assigned a queen to foster her in her mother’s place. As soon as she was informed of what had happened, the kit was filled with a deep guilt. Perhaps if she had died, her mother would have lived, she told herself. After all, she was nothing but a useless kit, and her mother had been a skilled prey-hunter, well-liked by every cat in the Tribe. Shunned by her outgoing, playful siblings, and questioning what worth she would ever be to the Tribe, Morning was filled with a deep guilt.
One day, when she was about four moons old, still a kit, Morning strayed from the tribe. Only a moment had passed before she found herself swept up by a large falcon. Clasped firmly in its talons, she cried out for help, but as soon as she was heard, the falcon was too high up in the sky, and all the Tribe could do was stare helplessly as she was carried away.
Surprisingly, the great bird traveled a great distance without ever stopping. Then, suddenly, it turned its head as if distracted and called out, abruptly dropping the small, young cat. Amazingly, she survived the fall, probably because she landed in some bushes. Shortly after, she was found by a ThunderClan patrol, and taken into the Clan. She had not been injured, except for a few scars where the talons had pierced her. She has now been in the Clan for about two moons, and, although it seems like it could be questioned, Morningpaw is as loyal as any Clan-born cat.
IC
(I’m using something I typed for another character, which I hope is okay to do.)
A flash of gray-brown fur could be spotted among the pines as a young she-cat pounced on her prey. The sound of twigs crunching was followed by a low muttering, making it evident that the mouse, or whatever it was, had just escaped. Shallowpaw stood up, shaking a leaf off her ruffled tabby pelt. Her eyes seemed to cloud with disappointment as she padded forward into the woods, seeking another chance to catch a piece of prey. She knew that she was being disobedient, leaving the camp alone, but she wanted a chance to prove herself, and attempting to hunt was the only way she could think of doing this. Besides, she was sure no one had noticed her slipping out of camp, and she would be back soon, anyway.
After some time of aimless wandering, Shallowpaw found herself standing in front of a small pool. More water dripped down from a tree branch in a steady rhythm that was almost tranquil, and the young cat soon found herself lost in her thoughts.
Why couldn’t I have helped them? she thought in despair. Why did I have to be so stupid? Shallowpaw stared at her reflection in the pool, and her gaze seemed to darken. Then her eyes moved up to the clouded morning sky.
Someday, she vowed silently, as if not wanting someone to hear, I’ll prove my worth to them.
Password
“Secrets”
