Post by .//.stabmyback|Away on Dec 17, 2007 17:28:02 GMT -5
Name: Dustpaw
Gender: Male
Age: 6 moons
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: ShadowClan
Picture: Eat my dust.
Notable Kin: Poppypaw {Needs rper},Heavystep {Deceased}, Honeyleaf {Needs rper.}
Short Description: Brown tabby tom with teal blue eyes.
In-Depth Description: Dustpaw is a pretty plain cat, but somehow is still handsome, no matter how he denies it. His pelt is a brown color with darker, almost black, brown tabby stripes. His build is small, and barely muscular at his young age, but it's painfully obvious he isn't a femme.
His teal eyes are very feminine, except for the male look in them. Anger usually pulses through them, but not always. He can be happy. His eyes are the main thing of him he despises, though.
His claws and whiskers have two things in common; they are both a transparent-off-white color, and they are both long. His claws are, in fact, the only thing he likes about his looks. He thinks they look tough.
Personality:
Dustpaw acts tough. That's what you see right off the bat. As soon as he sees someone watching him, he puffs out his chest and raises his head. He's secretly a big momma's boy, but if anyone called him that he'd probably rip their fur out. He's also deprived of self-esteem, because of his father. So he considers himself the ugliest apprentice ever.
Dustpaw wouldn't mind cracking a joke about the leader or deputy. As long as he doesn't look like a goody-goody, he's happy. But he cant be mean to the medicine cat. Heck, that cat could refuse to fix his wounds or something if that happened.
Dustpaw isn't really mean, he just isn't the nicest cat out there. He does be nice to the kits, occasionally, and he's polite to the queens. It takes him a while for him to calm down so he doesn't strangle the kits when they try to play with his tail, though.
History:
^Before;; Heavystep, proud, harsh warrior of ShadowClan. Honeyleaf, bitter (but sweet to friends and kits) she-cat of ShadowClan. Oppisites usually attract, but they attracted instead. Constant fights raged between them, but they still loved each other, and gave birth to Dustkit and Poppykit.
>Kithood;; Dustkit wasn't effected when Heavystep died in a battle. He hated his father, actually. That bossy old piece of foxdung was so annoying. And Heavystep hated him, back. Everyone loved Poppykit, of course. But Honeyleaf loved Dustkit. Soon kits began calling him a momma's boy, so he had to avoid being near her when they were around. This was his life, until he became an apprentice. {Which is now, and I can't say who he got, cause I don't know. ._.}
RP Sample: {Another wondrous post from another site, anyone?}
Cloudedpaw's eyes narrowed completely as blood flashed through the air. She had tried to fight the fox, but her friend was slowly being killed. Fear gripped Cloudedpaw's heart, and for a second she thought her friend was already dead. But she saw shallow breathing, and a small shine of hope glimmered in her heart.
Cloudedpaw shot forward again, leaping towards the fox angrily, though still shaking. Her claws scratched against any areas they could reach, and she eventually bit onto the fox's neck and hung. She closed her eyes tight, unable to bear it if she had been too late to save her friend. Cloudedpaw's breathing became labored, the blood still trickling down her leg, but she clung.
If Cherrypaw died, Cloudedpaw wouldn't be able to live. Everyone she became close to seemed to die, and she wouldn't let anyone else be killed because of her. But she couldn't think of this now, not when her friend was hanging between life and death. Help had to come; it would. A patrol, maybe, or a warrior out hunting.
That word stuck in her head. Warrior. If she had been a warrior, she could've fought this fox and won. She could've been stronger, faster, she would've realized the fox was coming before it had attacked! She could've saved Cherrypaw.
But instead, here she was, clinging to a fox's neck with her teeth while hoping her friend was alive.
Gender: Male
Age: 6 moons
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: ShadowClan
Picture: Eat my dust.
Notable Kin: Poppypaw {Needs rper},Heavystep {Deceased}, Honeyleaf {Needs rper.}
Short Description: Brown tabby tom with teal blue eyes.
In-Depth Description: Dustpaw is a pretty plain cat, but somehow is still handsome, no matter how he denies it. His pelt is a brown color with darker, almost black, brown tabby stripes. His build is small, and barely muscular at his young age, but it's painfully obvious he isn't a femme.
His teal eyes are very feminine, except for the male look in them. Anger usually pulses through them, but not always. He can be happy. His eyes are the main thing of him he despises, though.
His claws and whiskers have two things in common; they are both a transparent-off-white color, and they are both long. His claws are, in fact, the only thing he likes about his looks. He thinks they look tough.
Personality:
Dustpaw acts tough. That's what you see right off the bat. As soon as he sees someone watching him, he puffs out his chest and raises his head. He's secretly a big momma's boy, but if anyone called him that he'd probably rip their fur out. He's also deprived of self-esteem, because of his father. So he considers himself the ugliest apprentice ever.
Dustpaw wouldn't mind cracking a joke about the leader or deputy. As long as he doesn't look like a goody-goody, he's happy. But he cant be mean to the medicine cat. Heck, that cat could refuse to fix his wounds or something if that happened.
Dustpaw isn't really mean, he just isn't the nicest cat out there. He does be nice to the kits, occasionally, and he's polite to the queens. It takes him a while for him to calm down so he doesn't strangle the kits when they try to play with his tail, though.
History:
^Before;; Heavystep, proud, harsh warrior of ShadowClan. Honeyleaf, bitter (but sweet to friends and kits) she-cat of ShadowClan. Oppisites usually attract, but they attracted instead. Constant fights raged between them, but they still loved each other, and gave birth to Dustkit and Poppykit.
>Kithood;; Dustkit wasn't effected when Heavystep died in a battle. He hated his father, actually. That bossy old piece of foxdung was so annoying. And Heavystep hated him, back. Everyone loved Poppykit, of course. But Honeyleaf loved Dustkit. Soon kits began calling him a momma's boy, so he had to avoid being near her when they were around. This was his life, until he became an apprentice. {Which is now, and I can't say who he got, cause I don't know. ._.}
RP Sample: {Another wondrous post from another site, anyone?}
Cloudedpaw's eyes narrowed completely as blood flashed through the air. She had tried to fight the fox, but her friend was slowly being killed. Fear gripped Cloudedpaw's heart, and for a second she thought her friend was already dead. But she saw shallow breathing, and a small shine of hope glimmered in her heart.
Cloudedpaw shot forward again, leaping towards the fox angrily, though still shaking. Her claws scratched against any areas they could reach, and she eventually bit onto the fox's neck and hung. She closed her eyes tight, unable to bear it if she had been too late to save her friend. Cloudedpaw's breathing became labored, the blood still trickling down her leg, but she clung.
If Cherrypaw died, Cloudedpaw wouldn't be able to live. Everyone she became close to seemed to die, and she wouldn't let anyone else be killed because of her. But she couldn't think of this now, not when her friend was hanging between life and death. Help had to come; it would. A patrol, maybe, or a warrior out hunting.
That word stuck in her head. Warrior. If she had been a warrior, she could've fought this fox and won. She could've been stronger, faster, she would've realized the fox was coming before it had attacked! She could've saved Cherrypaw.
But instead, here she was, clinging to a fox's neck with her teeth while hoping her friend was alive.
