greypaw--apperentice

[greypaw]

Greypaw
Greykit
Graypaw
Grayclaw
"Female, gray tabby with green eyes.



NAME EXPLANATION:

Grey=pelt color
paw=well. apprentice. 

AGE:
6 moons

RANK:

apprentice. 

EXTENDED APPEARANCE:

(optional - include all the stuff you can't fit above)

PERSONALITY:

[*]hyper
[*]loud
[*]brash
[*]blunt
[*]implusive

FAMILY:

Whitecloud
Silverstep
(subject to change)
HISTORY:

Besides being a kit and playing around, nothing really important has happened. Besides becoming an apprentice.That whole ritual was a big deal and she's incredibly excited to start her training.

CBOX NAME:

Moose

HOW YOU FOUND US:

word of mouth
OTHER CHARACTERS:
nada

RP SAMPLE:

(first character only - must meet site minimum, can be from any character of any rp genre/site)

The bar had been bothering him for a while. Well, it was one of the things that had been bothering Sam recently. There had been rumors on the grapevine about another Winchester come to life. While Sam would have loved to believe it, he didn't want to get his hopes up too much. The chances of a demon using his father's body was high.

The name of the bar he had parked in front of was Winchesters.

Normally, he wouldn't have been so excited to see his father. But he had come to terms with what his father had done over the years, or at least, he understood the reasons why John had done what he had done. Hope had swelled to a horrific tidal wave in Sam's gut. It would be a catastrophe if it came dumping down on him. Of course, that would be something that Lucifer would enjoy watching and twisting the knife into a little bit.

Sam pressed weight onto the cut on his hand for a second before he climbed out of the car, and in two quick paces was opening the door to the bar.

He wasn't sure what he was expecting. But Winchester couldn't be a common last name out here and again, that hope was rising no matter how much he tried to get rid of it. Comparable to a pest or some sort of rodent. Hope was just as dangerous, he supposed.

Like Lucifer had said, one of the greatest torture methods. Once it was gone, he would not have anything to rely on anymore.

Tentatively, Sam sat down and leaned his face on his palm. All of those years of training had given him a keen eye and quick instincts, so he flicked his eyes across the staff. Searching for a familiar face. But he didn't see the one he was looking for. John Winchester would have fit perfectly into this bar, Sam couldn't help but think with a smile.

His stomach responded with a nasty churning of bile. The chances of people coming back from the dead were zero, if you weren't a Winchester. Even then, it had been years and the chances of Sam finding another family member to add to the dysfunction were slim.

While he was here, he might as well eat something. His diet hadn't been fantastic recently. And this place looked like a good bar, judging on the sleek interior and the population inside of it.

[admin tetris]

Accepted!