Post by Kit on Dec 6, 2006 18:41:07 GMT -5
Name: Cinderkit -> Cinderpaw -> Cinderwood
Gender: She-cat
Age: Six moons
Clan: Sleetclan
Position: Apprentice-to-be (or is, depending on how you function here)
Picture: [Will find one, or draw one, in a couple minutes]
Description: Cinderpaw was not named incorrectly. Out of a dark pelt stare two golden orbs, almost glowing faintly orange. Her fur is short and built for swimming, as water tends to roll easily off of it. A pattern of black and deep brown swirls decorate her fur, in no particular order across her back, head, and tail. Only her toes have bits of white on them, and even then its hard to determine their original colour due to the mud that often coats them.
Personality: The small she-cat is one of the numerous class of determined. Although she's calm and relaxed for the most part, she can be slightly bipolar, and on occasion flips out over nothing.
History: Cinderpaw's just another one of your run-of-the-mill clan cats, born and raised in the nursery. For the simple fact that she's only lived six moons, give or take a couple risings, she hasn't had much to put in this breif description of history.
Other: Whoo. Other. Uhh. Nothing really to go here at this point.
Roleplay Example: The sun had barely risen, tendrils of dawn sunlight creeping slowing across the treetops and sky. The sight was amazing, beautiful. Miraculous. And the small kit sat outside the nursery, viewing all of it and quickly growing bored. Cinderpaw stood and stretched, her entire legnth reaching almost seven or eight inches, not including her tail. Praying to Starclan not to be caught and shouted at, she crept further towards the centre of camp, hoping someone would be there to bother.
[Eh. I can do more if you want, but I'm lazy, and this is all I feel like doing. XD]
[/center]Gender: She-cat
Age: Six moons
Clan: Sleetclan
Position: Apprentice-to-be (or is, depending on how you function here)
Picture: [Will find one, or draw one, in a couple minutes]
Description: Cinderpaw was not named incorrectly. Out of a dark pelt stare two golden orbs, almost glowing faintly orange. Her fur is short and built for swimming, as water tends to roll easily off of it. A pattern of black and deep brown swirls decorate her fur, in no particular order across her back, head, and tail. Only her toes have bits of white on them, and even then its hard to determine their original colour due to the mud that often coats them.
Personality: The small she-cat is one of the numerous class of determined. Although she's calm and relaxed for the most part, she can be slightly bipolar, and on occasion flips out over nothing.
History: Cinderpaw's just another one of your run-of-the-mill clan cats, born and raised in the nursery. For the simple fact that she's only lived six moons, give or take a couple risings, she hasn't had much to put in this breif description of history.
Other: Whoo. Other. Uhh. Nothing really to go here at this point.
Roleplay Example: The sun had barely risen, tendrils of dawn sunlight creeping slowing across the treetops and sky. The sight was amazing, beautiful. Miraculous. And the small kit sat outside the nursery, viewing all of it and quickly growing bored. Cinderpaw stood and stretched, her entire legnth reaching almost seven or eight inches, not including her tail. Praying to Starclan not to be caught and shouted at, she crept further towards the centre of camp, hoping someone would be there to bother.
[Eh. I can do more if you want, but I'm lazy, and this is all I feel like doing. XD]