Post by seabiscuit on Oct 6, 2007 20:43:59 GMT -5
Name: Runningpaw
Clan: NightClan
Rank: Apprentice
Gender: Female
Age: Nine moons
Personality: Runningpaw is a little timid around her Clanmates but is the complete opposite in battle. She is very reserved, & thinks before she speaks. But if you make her mad, her temper completely takes over & she will yowl your fur off. It’s very rare that happens, she’s normally a pretty happy cat.
Past: Runningpaw began her life as a Kittypet but one stormy night, her Twolegs abandoned her by the Thunderpath when she was four moons old. She spent the night wandering around, looking for shelter. She was so cold & tired, she just collapsed under a big oak tree. She was lucky & was found by a NightClan warrior that took her to the camp. The leader accepted her since she had nowhere else to go. Runningpaw is almost always happy because she knows her Clanmates love her, unlike her Twolegs did. She’s terrified of storms.
Her apprenticeship has had no major incidents except an injury in a battle with TreeClan. As a result, she only has partial vision in her right eye. She lacks good hunting skills but makes up for it battle. She can hunt, she’s just not particularly good at it.
Some members of the Clan still look down on her because of her Kittypet origins but it doesn’t bother her. The elders are always grumpy anyway. Plus, whenever NightClan goes to battle, they still rely on her.
Physique: She is a pretty gray, ginger & white tortoiseshell with green eyes. She is very small for her age, & is easily mistaken for a kit. She has a very long tail & big ears for someone her size.
Example RP: Runningpaw took a deep breath as she followed her mentor up the hill in the direction of Jagged Stone. She could hear the fierce yowling of many cats locked in battle. As she cleared the top of the hill, she let out a horrified gasp. There were at least twenty cats below her, & all of them had blood pouring off their bodies. She leapt forward, willing her paws to move faster as she flew down the hill. A black tom was about to sink his teeth into another apprentice’s neck. Runningpaw launched herself into the air, hitting the tom in the side & knocking him off balance. “Run!” She yowled to the younger apprentice as she rushed at the tom. He stood up & lashed at her with his paws. She threw herself sideways & was able to avoid a serious injury but one of his claws caught her right eye. She let out a yowl of pain & attempted to fight with one eye. The apprentice she had saved grabbed the scruff of her neck & pulled her towards the edge of the battle. The medicine cat was waiting for them & told the apprentice to take her back to camp. “Hopefully you’ll be able to see some out of that eye in about a moon.”
Clan: NightClan
Rank: Apprentice
Gender: Female
Age: Nine moons
Personality: Runningpaw is a little timid around her Clanmates but is the complete opposite in battle. She is very reserved, & thinks before she speaks. But if you make her mad, her temper completely takes over & she will yowl your fur off. It’s very rare that happens, she’s normally a pretty happy cat.
Past: Runningpaw began her life as a Kittypet but one stormy night, her Twolegs abandoned her by the Thunderpath when she was four moons old. She spent the night wandering around, looking for shelter. She was so cold & tired, she just collapsed under a big oak tree. She was lucky & was found by a NightClan warrior that took her to the camp. The leader accepted her since she had nowhere else to go. Runningpaw is almost always happy because she knows her Clanmates love her, unlike her Twolegs did. She’s terrified of storms.
Her apprenticeship has had no major incidents except an injury in a battle with TreeClan. As a result, she only has partial vision in her right eye. She lacks good hunting skills but makes up for it battle. She can hunt, she’s just not particularly good at it.
Some members of the Clan still look down on her because of her Kittypet origins but it doesn’t bother her. The elders are always grumpy anyway. Plus, whenever NightClan goes to battle, they still rely on her.
Physique: She is a pretty gray, ginger & white tortoiseshell with green eyes. She is very small for her age, & is easily mistaken for a kit. She has a very long tail & big ears for someone her size.
Example RP: Runningpaw took a deep breath as she followed her mentor up the hill in the direction of Jagged Stone. She could hear the fierce yowling of many cats locked in battle. As she cleared the top of the hill, she let out a horrified gasp. There were at least twenty cats below her, & all of them had blood pouring off their bodies. She leapt forward, willing her paws to move faster as she flew down the hill. A black tom was about to sink his teeth into another apprentice’s neck. Runningpaw launched herself into the air, hitting the tom in the side & knocking him off balance. “Run!” She yowled to the younger apprentice as she rushed at the tom. He stood up & lashed at her with his paws. She threw herself sideways & was able to avoid a serious injury but one of his claws caught her right eye. She let out a yowl of pain & attempted to fight with one eye. The apprentice she had saved grabbed the scruff of her neck & pulled her towards the edge of the battle. The medicine cat was waiting for them & told the apprentice to take her back to camp. “Hopefully you’ll be able to see some out of that eye in about a moon.”