Post by sorrelpaw on Jan 4, 2007 11:57:57 GMT -5
Name:
Sorrelpaw
Gender:
She-Cat
Rank:
Apprentice
Clan:
WindClan
Description:
Sorrelpaw has a small, dainty, carefully-sketched body, as if Nature took care creating her. Her body is small and petite, thin with curves in all the right places. She is lithe and svelte, but not gaunt as though she has not eaten for a moon. Her paws are small and neat and in proportion with rest of her body. Her tail is a tad longer than perhaps it should be, but does not unbaance her body noticably.
Sorrelpaw's coat is coat and silken, soft as a feather and smooth as silk. It is glossy and brilliant coloured with dashes of many shades here and there. In her flowing tortoiseshell pelt, she hokds ambers and tans, mahoganies and chocolates, gingers and golden browns. It is quite beautiful to behold. This pretty colouring finishes just before her thin stomacg starts, and from her stomach downwards she is snowy white. Her face is also hite with a few tortoiseshell splotches here and there, and the tip of her tail is charmingly snow-coloured as well.
Sorrelpaw's as a heart-shaped face and a short, slightly pointed muzzle, with her pale pink nose the very end. The insides of her ears are soft peach coloured, while her eyes are ringed in smoky grey. The iris' themselves are bright, sparkling sky blue. They are the kind of eyes that just make you want to laugh and be filled with happiness when you clap eyes on them.
Picture:
[X] [X] [X]
Personality:
Sorrelpaw was a fairly sweet, kind personality, though she sometimes likes to get into mischeif. She has many friends, but is not, by terms, 'popular'. The apprentices considered popular do not talk to her much; she is mainly friends with somebody through talking or doing a task together. When you are friends with Sorrelpaw, she expects you not to break her trust. She trusts you not to break her trust.
Sorrelpaw is quite a talented hunter, though her fighting skills are not as sharply honed. She is quick and swift on her pas, though sometimes the thrill of the hunt carries her away and she leaps too soon. Sorrelpaw's greatest fear are badgers, because all of her littermates were vanquished by a grumpy old brock.
Sorrelpaw is not afraid to fight back if insulted; she has a fairly sharp tongue, when she wants to. She will insult and tease and poke fun, but never attack. She sticks rigidly by the warrior code, even if it means sving a cat she loathes. She wants to be the best warrior she can be and serve WindClan until her death.
History:
Sorrelkit was the only she-kit in a litter of three. Her two brothers, Shadowkit and Adderkit, were quite close to her, and Shadowkit in particular was very protective of his sister. When the kits were three moons, their father, Thorntail, was killed in a battle against RiverClan. The three kits and their mother, Jasminepelt, greived for one long moon. At four moons, Sorrelkit and her brothers left the camp without a warrior and entered a cave they had never seen before; unknowning that it was the nest of a bagder. The brock made quick work of killing Adderkit and Shadowkit, but Sorrelkit was too fast for him. She escaped and returned to camp, stricken and full of guilt.
Sorrelpaw was apprenticed at six moon old, and her mentor was her father's brother, Webclaw. Her mother returned to being a warrior, but when Webclaw was blinded by an enemy warrior, Sorrelpaw lost a mentor. She is now waiting to be appointed a second one.
Mother - Jasminepelt
Father - Thorntail**
Uncle - Webclaw
Brothers - Adderkit + Shadowkit**
** - deceased
In Character:
This isn't from this site, and it's with a different character.
The soft crunch-crounch of small paws on snow reverbrated around the once-silent forest. The creature whom the paws belonged to ambled along a rather slow pace, ears pricked, visibly trying to keep its pawsteps quiet. The little cat swivelled its ears left and right, its green eyes blinked slowly before opening wide again. The black nose at the end of the muzzle twitched slightly and the cat padded on.
The weak sunlight caught the well-groomed sheen on the cat's tabby fur and set in flamin with fierce light. The tom stretched in the sunlight, feeling his muscles loosen comfprtably. Walking on, a new sent reached the cat' nostrils. His whole body stiffened and his hackles raised. The fur along his spine bristled into a mohawk of anxiety, before the cat ran on. He nearly crashed over the borderline, but stopped himself just in time.
Password: Secrets
Sorrelpaw
Gender:
She-Cat
Rank:
Apprentice
Clan:
WindClan
Description:
Sorrelpaw has a small, dainty, carefully-sketched body, as if Nature took care creating her. Her body is small and petite, thin with curves in all the right places. She is lithe and svelte, but not gaunt as though she has not eaten for a moon. Her paws are small and neat and in proportion with rest of her body. Her tail is a tad longer than perhaps it should be, but does not unbaance her body noticably.
Sorrelpaw's coat is coat and silken, soft as a feather and smooth as silk. It is glossy and brilliant coloured with dashes of many shades here and there. In her flowing tortoiseshell pelt, she hokds ambers and tans, mahoganies and chocolates, gingers and golden browns. It is quite beautiful to behold. This pretty colouring finishes just before her thin stomacg starts, and from her stomach downwards she is snowy white. Her face is also hite with a few tortoiseshell splotches here and there, and the tip of her tail is charmingly snow-coloured as well.
Sorrelpaw's as a heart-shaped face and a short, slightly pointed muzzle, with her pale pink nose the very end. The insides of her ears are soft peach coloured, while her eyes are ringed in smoky grey. The iris' themselves are bright, sparkling sky blue. They are the kind of eyes that just make you want to laugh and be filled with happiness when you clap eyes on them.
Picture:
[X] [X] [X]
Personality:
Sorrelpaw was a fairly sweet, kind personality, though she sometimes likes to get into mischeif. She has many friends, but is not, by terms, 'popular'. The apprentices considered popular do not talk to her much; she is mainly friends with somebody through talking or doing a task together. When you are friends with Sorrelpaw, she expects you not to break her trust. She trusts you not to break her trust.
Sorrelpaw is quite a talented hunter, though her fighting skills are not as sharply honed. She is quick and swift on her pas, though sometimes the thrill of the hunt carries her away and she leaps too soon. Sorrelpaw's greatest fear are badgers, because all of her littermates were vanquished by a grumpy old brock.
Sorrelpaw is not afraid to fight back if insulted; she has a fairly sharp tongue, when she wants to. She will insult and tease and poke fun, but never attack. She sticks rigidly by the warrior code, even if it means sving a cat she loathes. She wants to be the best warrior she can be and serve WindClan until her death.
History:
Sorrelkit was the only she-kit in a litter of three. Her two brothers, Shadowkit and Adderkit, were quite close to her, and Shadowkit in particular was very protective of his sister. When the kits were three moons, their father, Thorntail, was killed in a battle against RiverClan. The three kits and their mother, Jasminepelt, greived for one long moon. At four moons, Sorrelkit and her brothers left the camp without a warrior and entered a cave they had never seen before; unknowning that it was the nest of a bagder. The brock made quick work of killing Adderkit and Shadowkit, but Sorrelkit was too fast for him. She escaped and returned to camp, stricken and full of guilt.
Sorrelpaw was apprenticed at six moon old, and her mentor was her father's brother, Webclaw. Her mother returned to being a warrior, but when Webclaw was blinded by an enemy warrior, Sorrelpaw lost a mentor. She is now waiting to be appointed a second one.
Mother - Jasminepelt
Father - Thorntail**
Uncle - Webclaw
Brothers - Adderkit + Shadowkit**
** - deceased
In Character:
This isn't from this site, and it's with a different character.
The soft crunch-crounch of small paws on snow reverbrated around the once-silent forest. The creature whom the paws belonged to ambled along a rather slow pace, ears pricked, visibly trying to keep its pawsteps quiet. The little cat swivelled its ears left and right, its green eyes blinked slowly before opening wide again. The black nose at the end of the muzzle twitched slightly and the cat padded on.
The weak sunlight caught the well-groomed sheen on the cat's tabby fur and set in flamin with fierce light. The tom stretched in the sunlight, feeling his muscles loosen comfprtably. Walking on, a new sent reached the cat' nostrils. His whole body stiffened and his hackles raised. The fur along his spine bristled into a mohawk of anxiety, before the cat ran on. He nearly crashed over the borderline, but stopped himself just in time.
Password: Secrets
