Post by spiritdream on Dec 27, 2006 21:12:50 GMT -5
Name: Walnutclaw
Gender: tom
Age: 27 moons
Rank: warrior
Clan: Windclan
Description: Walnutclaw is a light brown tabby. The stripes look as though they are stains in lighter wood. That is how he got his name. His fur is short and if you pulled it back the ends are white.
His eyes are a gooseberry green and his nose and footpads are black. His claws look like stained obsidian black.
Personality: Walnutclaw is friendly to his clan mates but not to other cats. He trusts no one outside of his clan and no one outside can really trust him. He does not believe in Starclan, calling it kittypet rubbish. He is loyal to his clan and his clan only.
He is a go-getter always the one to say "let's do it NOW." He fights like a demon on the loose. None of his moves are calculated and he moves on instinct and impulse.
History: Walnutclaw was born to Shadowclan and that is where he gets his nerve and impatience from. But during a fight he followed his mother out to battle in hopes of proving himself worthy of an apprentice. He managed it half way but some Windclan spies found him. The Windclan cats easily overwhelmed him and he was knocked out. All of this has been lost to him because he lost his memory. Walnutkit still has a scar on his neck where they got him. His foster mother told him he got it during birth.
But during the knockout he lost his memory and had always thought himself to be a Windclan cat. A kind queen took him in and he was brought up the same way. His foster siblings were kind to him and they didn't know that he was a Shadowclan cat. He was apprenticed late and made himself an eager worthy apprentice to his mentor. His mentor repsected this and worked hard with Walnutclaw, giving him every trick and tool he knew.He was made a warrior after a battle when he saved his foster mother from several Shadowclan warriors.
IC: Walnutpaw lay in his moss bed, dreaming. It was a horrible dream, full of dying cats and echoing screams. He suddenly sat bolt upright listening hard. He had heard something. A stick had cracked loud enough to awake him. Myrtlepaw saw him and mewed sleepily."Wha're you doin'?"Walnutpaw shrugged."I thought I heard something." Mrytlepaw yawned and fell back into her nest snoring loudly. Walnutpaw sighed and looked at the stars. Pretty but useless. Just then a Shadowclan warrior burst into the camp yowling, "ATTACK!"
Codeword: secrets
Gender: tom
Age: 27 moons
Rank: warrior
Clan: Windclan
Description: Walnutclaw is a light brown tabby. The stripes look as though they are stains in lighter wood. That is how he got his name. His fur is short and if you pulled it back the ends are white.
His eyes are a gooseberry green and his nose and footpads are black. His claws look like stained obsidian black.
Personality: Walnutclaw is friendly to his clan mates but not to other cats. He trusts no one outside of his clan and no one outside can really trust him. He does not believe in Starclan, calling it kittypet rubbish. He is loyal to his clan and his clan only.
He is a go-getter always the one to say "let's do it NOW." He fights like a demon on the loose. None of his moves are calculated and he moves on instinct and impulse.
History: Walnutclaw was born to Shadowclan and that is where he gets his nerve and impatience from. But during a fight he followed his mother out to battle in hopes of proving himself worthy of an apprentice. He managed it half way but some Windclan spies found him. The Windclan cats easily overwhelmed him and he was knocked out. All of this has been lost to him because he lost his memory. Walnutkit still has a scar on his neck where they got him. His foster mother told him he got it during birth.
But during the knockout he lost his memory and had always thought himself to be a Windclan cat. A kind queen took him in and he was brought up the same way. His foster siblings were kind to him and they didn't know that he was a Shadowclan cat. He was apprenticed late and made himself an eager worthy apprentice to his mentor. His mentor repsected this and worked hard with Walnutclaw, giving him every trick and tool he knew.He was made a warrior after a battle when he saved his foster mother from several Shadowclan warriors.
IC: Walnutpaw lay in his moss bed, dreaming. It was a horrible dream, full of dying cats and echoing screams. He suddenly sat bolt upright listening hard. He had heard something. A stick had cracked loud enough to awake him. Myrtlepaw saw him and mewed sleepily."Wha're you doin'?"Walnutpaw shrugged."I thought I heard something." Mrytlepaw yawned and fell back into her nest snoring loudly. Walnutpaw sighed and looked at the stars. Pretty but useless. Just then a Shadowclan warrior burst into the camp yowling, "ATTACK!"
Codeword: secrets
