PATCHPAW -- apprentice
May 29, 2013 1:05:01 GMT -6
Post by patchpaw on May 29, 2013 1:05:01 GMT -6
PATCHPAW
Patchkit -- Patch____
"Tortoiseshell she-cat with yellow eyes."
NAME EXPLANATION:
Patch - for the patch-like pattern of her pelt.
Paw - for the reach of her rank as apprentice.
AGE:
10 moons old.
RANK:
Apprentice
EXTENDED APPEARANCE:
Her fur is long, thick, smooth, and very loose. It's easy to tell where Patchpaw's been training by where she leaves little chunks of her fur. She has very long and straight whiskers too. The longest of them can very easily be as large as her own head. Just by looking at her you can see how she received her name. It truly looks like bits and pieces of different furs were patched together to create her. Her coloring extends from orange tabby to black and white, and everything mixed in between.
Beneath her heap of fur is the lanky body of a cat not fully grown. Her legs are also awkwardly long, but once she's grown they won't be quite as odd. Her ears are large and cone shaped, giving her a very alert appearance. Patchpaw's tail is also very bushy and with just that very unpleasant to be smacked with. Her eyes have a golden-yellow color to them, and are a nice round shape. Due to her coloring she's curiously pretty to look at, but other than that she gives much to be desired.
PERSONALITY:
FAMILY:
- Hates rules, but also hates being in trouble so she follows them.
- Mischievous - prankster
- Easy to get along with - friendly
- Very naive
- Loves everything exciting and adventurous
- Very talkative
- Inexperienced
Redtail (Mother) --- Sootclaw (Father)
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Cinderpaw (Brother) Patchpaw
HISTORY:
CBOX NAME:Patchpaw and her brother, Cinderpaw, were healthy and strong since the day they were born. Redtail and Sootclaw couldn't have been any happier about their two bundles of joy. Since this was Redtail's first litter she was nervous about not bringing her kits up right, so the queen did her best to give them the knowledge they need to survive in the clan. Since they were able to wander about freely Patchpaw was a troublemaker and Cinderpaw was always the voice of reason. He would tag along on his sister's "adventures" just so he could make sure she didn't get into too much trouble.
When they became apprentices things didn't change that much. Patchpaw was still a little terror, even to her mentor, and Cinderpaw was still by her side trying to watch out for her.
Crisp.
HOW YOU FOUND US:
I followed an ad!
OTHER CHARACTERS:
NA
RP SAMPLE:
(Just a note: I've been a roleplayer for several years, but I recently took a year break and am now just coming back so I'm a little choppy.)He had fallen asleep so easily, but now all he wanted to do was wake up. No longer was he nestled comfortably in slumber, now he was in a sort of cavern. He could hear a rushing river behind him. He could feel the cold floor beneath him. He could even smell her, but in this place he could only see darkness. He tried to call out, but his voice was lost in the noise of the river. This place, even in darkness, seemed familiar. He placed a paw forward and almost immediately light illuminated the cavern. Cats, their coats bleached white from the light, surrounded him on the ledges of the cavern. They stared down at him and said nothing nor moved at all. Then one of them jumped from her spot and landed in front of him. Out of all the cats he could only smell her, and he fought to find his voice.
"Swanfeather," he whispered, unable to hear himself from the roar of the river. She heard him though, and she nodded. When she spoke however the noise of the river seemed to quiet. They spoke of personal matters for a while, and she gave him revelations that didn't please him. As his anger rose so did the beating of his heart, and he could feel it pounding against his chest. She remained unphased though, even when he spoke unkindly of her. In the end of it all though she apologized, but he couldn't bring himself to accept it. There was an eerie silence between them as the river's noise began to rise again, and as soon as he noticed Swanfeather had disappeared from in front of him.
The mass of staring cats then began to howl. A most haunting noise that made him shiver and back up toward the river. They screamed at him, but he kept backing up. He had forgotten about the river and when he had realized he was heading toward it, it was too late. Fogstar fell into the startlingly warm river, and immediately his mouth was filled with blood. He gasped for air and struggled for the surface, but the current tumbled his body over and over. He continued to hear the cats screaming at him, their words being stuck and repeated into his head. The screaming only stopped when his body was sent over the waterfall of the river. Now he himself was screaming.
As his body crashed into the pool of blood created by the river, he awoke. Panting and his heart raging against his chest now he scrambled to his feet. The sun was just rising and he could just see the first patrols heading out of camp. There was no time to waste though, he had to tell Rootfrost everything he heard. Running as fast as his old legs could carry he stumbled into the medicine cat's den, falling to the ground painfully as he did so. "Rootfrost!" He rasped out. He gasped for air, seemingly not being able to get enough of it. "Rootfrost please!" He called out not long after. His heart was beating painfully fast now, and he started to panic.
