Post by blueberry on Sept 10, 2009 10:45:51 GMT -5
Name | Whitepaw
Gender | She-cat
Age | 7 moons
Rank | Apprentice
Clan | Pine
Beliefs| Why - How? - should there be something that you can't see? It's impossible. That's the way she thinks, and the way she was raised. Whitestep has never met a cat that believes in StarClan, but she doesn't really care about what other cats think. It's their problem if they think that this fairytale about a Clan of dead cats is real, not hers.
Parents | Father: Frostclaw [NP] of PineClan; Mother: Dew (Loner) [NP]
Siblings | Spottedkit (Dead) [NP], Fogkit (Dead) [NP]
Other Kin | None
Mate | not yet
Crush | not yet
Kits | not yet
Apprentice/Mentor | Not yet [in need of a mentor~]
Appearance | Whitepaw is, well, white. Her fur is nearly completly white, only on her forehead there's a big gray spot, like old mud. Somehow, her yellow-goldenish eyes look scary, staring, almost like the ones of an owl. She's pretty big, and her thick fluffy fur makes her appear even taller than she actually is, but she tries to stop it from standing up that much and "cleans" (actually, she brushes her fur down with her tongue) herself every few moments, making the hairs lie down a little bit and also making her fur shine. There's a big scar on her left side, and she doesn't even try to hide it.
Personality | Whitepaw sits most of her time in the shadows, behind other cats, somehow hiding. She doesn't want to be seen, and doesn't like to fight, too. The thing she really enjoys is to hunt. When she's out of the camp, hunting, running around, she finally can be the cat she really is: Nice and happy. There's a big chance of not getting an answer when someone asks her in camp, but out there she'll talk a lot if there's anybody around. Another one of her few "hobbies" is watching the stars and the moon. Of course, they're just lights in the sky and not dead cats of the past, but they're still... fascinating. And pretty.
Skills | This cat is not the one that would start a battle- simply because she is a very bad fighter. Hunting? Yes, of course, that's fine, but fighting? No-no. Maybe she'll learn fighting soon, but 'til now she would not be able to defend herself when attacked.
History | Being the daughter of a loner and a PineClanner (actually, it was ForestClan back then), she was raised as a Loner to later go to her father's new Clan. Everything went well for five months, but one morning she was woken up by her mother, her eyes wide with terror and her scent full of fear- a fox had killed her siblings and nearly killed Dew (Whitepaw's mother). The only place they would be really safe, her mother decided, was with a Clan, guarded by many other cats. They went to PineClan, hoping for a new life. When Dew found out that her mate, Frostclaw, was dead, she didn't believe it, but ran away, trying to find him again. She was never seen again, but her kit- Whitepaw, White back then- was accepted into the Clan and after two months of additional training, she was made an apprentice.
I'm german, have been learning english for... I 'unno. 69 years. If I've made any grammatical/ etc. mistake, please tell me. :3
Gender | She-cat
Age | 7 moons
Rank | Apprentice
Clan | Pine
Beliefs| Why - How? - should there be something that you can't see? It's impossible. That's the way she thinks, and the way she was raised. Whitestep has never met a cat that believes in StarClan, but she doesn't really care about what other cats think. It's their problem if they think that this fairytale about a Clan of dead cats is real, not hers.
Parents | Father: Frostclaw [NP] of PineClan; Mother: Dew (Loner) [NP]
Siblings | Spottedkit (Dead) [NP], Fogkit (Dead) [NP]
Other Kin | None
Mate | not yet
Crush | not yet
Kits | not yet
Apprentice/Mentor | Not yet [in need of a mentor~]
Appearance | Whitepaw is, well, white. Her fur is nearly completly white, only on her forehead there's a big gray spot, like old mud. Somehow, her yellow-goldenish eyes look scary, staring, almost like the ones of an owl. She's pretty big, and her thick fluffy fur makes her appear even taller than she actually is, but she tries to stop it from standing up that much and "cleans" (actually, she brushes her fur down with her tongue) herself every few moments, making the hairs lie down a little bit and also making her fur shine. There's a big scar on her left side, and she doesn't even try to hide it.
Personality | Whitepaw sits most of her time in the shadows, behind other cats, somehow hiding. She doesn't want to be seen, and doesn't like to fight, too. The thing she really enjoys is to hunt. When she's out of the camp, hunting, running around, she finally can be the cat she really is: Nice and happy. There's a big chance of not getting an answer when someone asks her in camp, but out there she'll talk a lot if there's anybody around. Another one of her few "hobbies" is watching the stars and the moon. Of course, they're just lights in the sky and not dead cats of the past, but they're still... fascinating. And pretty.
Skills | This cat is not the one that would start a battle- simply because she is a very bad fighter. Hunting? Yes, of course, that's fine, but fighting? No-no. Maybe she'll learn fighting soon, but 'til now she would not be able to defend herself when attacked.
History | Being the daughter of a loner and a PineClanner (actually, it was ForestClan back then), she was raised as a Loner to later go to her father's new Clan. Everything went well for five months, but one morning she was woken up by her mother, her eyes wide with terror and her scent full of fear- a fox had killed her siblings and nearly killed Dew (Whitepaw's mother). The only place they would be really safe, her mother decided, was with a Clan, guarded by many other cats. They went to PineClan, hoping for a new life. When Dew found out that her mate, Frostclaw, was dead, she didn't believe it, but ran away, trying to find him again. She was never seen again, but her kit- Whitepaw, White back then- was accepted into the Clan and after two months of additional training, she was made an apprentice.
I'm german, have been learning english for... I 'unno. 69 years. If I've made any grammatical/ etc. mistake, please tell me. :3
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp