Post by sunclaw on Oct 27, 2007 12:00:16 GMT -5
Name: Clearpaw
Gender: Tom
Age: 8 moons
Clan: NeedleClan
Rank: Apprentice
Description: He has long fur and it is very thick and rough. His pelt is rough because he never takes the time to wash it or groom it. He just lets it do whatever it wants, even if that means looking unkept for the other clans. He has bright blue eyes that shimmer like the fish's' scales in the river. They are round and can be narrowed into tiny slits when angered or annoyed by something or someone. His tail is long and bushy, and can be puffed up to look huge and intimidating to other cats. His pelt is gray with stripes of darker gray outlining his coat. His chest fur is white along with his underbelly. His paws are as white as clouds, but only the bottom of his paws. His legs are a variety of color.
His legs have splotches of black, brown, tan, and white on them until they get to his paws which are all white. His claws are long and threatening to others. They are crystal clear and sometimes cats can't seem them, as they blend in with the sky if it is blue that day. There are a few markings on his broad face. Dark gray stripes grow from his face that continue along down to his flank, and the letter "M" can be found on his forehead, etched in dark brown colors. His whiskers are long and drop down until the halfway point of his chest. There is a bit of tan on his head, and when Clearpaw walks you can see his strong muscles that ripple underneath.
He is powerful and no cat would dare oppose him when he has a serious look on his usually expressionless face. Clearpaw's eyes look clear which is where he gets his name. No one can tell his expression because he always hides it, unless he is angry or upset in some way. Other then those emotions his eyes betray nothing. His pelt blends in well with rocks, or thick undergrowth, and so it makes it hard for prey or other cats to see him. His underbelly fur is usually white, but in the moonlight it can seem tan. All along his fur it is outlined with black or dark brown fur on the outsides. His ears are always pricked for the slightest hint of danger, and he is always ready for anything to happen.
Personality: Clearpaw hates being pushed around, and being told what to do. The only cats he will takes orders from are the medicine cats, the leader, the deputy, or StarClan. He is head-strong and stubborn which makes him a fit warrior for battle, but when talking with other cats he can be a handful. Around his friends though, is a different cat, and he would do anything to protect his friends from harm or danger. He cares greatly for his mother, Shiverstorm and he wishes that she could only see him now as a full grown warrior. Perhaps she can see him, while in StarClan. Clearpaw loves to eat mice and voles. Voles are his favorite meal for some strange reason.
Clearpaw doesn't like it when other cats get sassy with him, and he has a sharp-tongue. So he will get into the stupidest arguments over nothing. Watch out for him on his bad-days. When he is grumpy, he shows it and no cat wants to be near him when he is angry or mad. The only emotions he shows are anger and happiness while around his friends. So he is usually somber most of the time which most of the cats think he is just stuck-up and mean. But he's not. He may look that way, but once you get to know him he is a good cat, and a good friend to have in times of needs. His friends know that to and they would stick with Clearpaw through thick and thin, and he knows to rely on them in his times of need.
Clearpaw is hot-headed and when someone makes a smart remark to him he immediately argues back, and it usually escalates into a fight. Thankfully though, his friends usually stop these fights before they can occur. Clearpaw is known very well in the elders den, because he gets into trouble everyday, so his punishment is usually to take care of the elders, and search them for ticks. But he doesn't mind. The elders are some of a the few cats he can stand, and appreciate in NeedleClan. He likes to relax in the sun with his friends and share tongues with them about the days activities. He strives to be the best apprentice in the clan, and with is attitude of determination he'll achieve it in no time.
History: As a kit, Clearkit was always the leader of what they would play that day. He organized what they would do and play, or practice. And all the kits usually agreed, unless Clearkit said something unfair, which he normally didn't. The queens thought it was cute to see such a young cat, have such a promising future, and they babied him a lot while he was kit. Eager to become an apprentice (as well as get away from the queens), he practiced hunting and fighting moves and the queens were impressed with how well he was doing for a kit. He was always ready to be praised, that's for sure. He was bright and spirited and he loved to play with his friends outside the nursery on a sunny day.
But he realized what clan life was all about when he became an apprentice. He learned the warrior code, and what StarClan was, and to always trust your clanmates no matter what. He was inspired by the warrior code, and he strives to stay loyal to his clan and his friends. He is always high-spirited and the clan cats like that about him, so he made a lot of new friends as well when he became an apprentice. All the NeedleClan cats expect great things out of him, since he has the right attitude and the right moves to become one of the greatest warriors, the forest has ever seen. Clearpaw already has a sense of wiseness around him, so cats come to him with problems and he always helps them, which just makes him more popular with his clan.
Clearpaw is currently an accomplished apprentice in NeedleClan and he works hard, for the day that he will become a warrior and serve his clan until the day when he makes the final journey to the ranks of StarClan.
RP Example: Clearpaw streaked through the panic-stricken forest, ignoring the birds that cried for mercy behind him, and the brambles that tore through his thick gray fur. His blue eyes were wide with fear, and shock as he raced along the scorched forest. The smell of smoke filled his lungs, until he thought he would burst with the sickening scent. Above the noise of the crackling fire in front of him, he heard a shrill wail that pierced through the night. All his senses told him to turn tail and run but he couldn't. His feet were stuck to the spot, as he stared in horror. A kit was dangling precariously close to the edge of a tree branch and was about to fall into the flames below. Clearpaw tried to pulled his paws out of the ground, but they seemed rooted. He squeezed his eyes shut and waited to hear the wail of the kit being engulfed in the flames. Then something forced his eyes open. He tried to close them, but couldn't. He let out a caterwaul of distress and then was blinded with a white light. He could hear the fire crackling, and smell the smoke and he could just imagine the kit dangling on the branch. "StarClan help me!" He wailed. A paw nudged him hard in the side and he scrambled his paws furiously as something dragged at his fur. His eyes flashed open and he looked into the eyes of another cat. "Great StarClan, Clearpaw!" It said, "Can't a cat get some shut-eye around here without you wailing like a kit?" Clearpaw sat up and shook the moss from his fur. "S-sorry Icepaw." He apologized. "So you should be." Icepaw snapped back. Clearpaw gazed out across the clearing. 'Was that a message from StarClan?' He thought fearfully. 'Is something horrible going to happen to NeedleClan!?' His eyes grew wide at the thought of a fire forcing it's way through their territory. He looked up at the sky and saw dark gray cloud gathering. Were they to announcing the arrival of a new storm?
Pic: www.breedersonline.co.uk/Cats/Photos/maine-coon.jpg
Gender: Tom
Age: 8 moons
Clan: NeedleClan
Rank: Apprentice
Description: He has long fur and it is very thick and rough. His pelt is rough because he never takes the time to wash it or groom it. He just lets it do whatever it wants, even if that means looking unkept for the other clans. He has bright blue eyes that shimmer like the fish's' scales in the river. They are round and can be narrowed into tiny slits when angered or annoyed by something or someone. His tail is long and bushy, and can be puffed up to look huge and intimidating to other cats. His pelt is gray with stripes of darker gray outlining his coat. His chest fur is white along with his underbelly. His paws are as white as clouds, but only the bottom of his paws. His legs are a variety of color.
His legs have splotches of black, brown, tan, and white on them until they get to his paws which are all white. His claws are long and threatening to others. They are crystal clear and sometimes cats can't seem them, as they blend in with the sky if it is blue that day. There are a few markings on his broad face. Dark gray stripes grow from his face that continue along down to his flank, and the letter "M" can be found on his forehead, etched in dark brown colors. His whiskers are long and drop down until the halfway point of his chest. There is a bit of tan on his head, and when Clearpaw walks you can see his strong muscles that ripple underneath.
He is powerful and no cat would dare oppose him when he has a serious look on his usually expressionless face. Clearpaw's eyes look clear which is where he gets his name. No one can tell his expression because he always hides it, unless he is angry or upset in some way. Other then those emotions his eyes betray nothing. His pelt blends in well with rocks, or thick undergrowth, and so it makes it hard for prey or other cats to see him. His underbelly fur is usually white, but in the moonlight it can seem tan. All along his fur it is outlined with black or dark brown fur on the outsides. His ears are always pricked for the slightest hint of danger, and he is always ready for anything to happen.
Personality: Clearpaw hates being pushed around, and being told what to do. The only cats he will takes orders from are the medicine cats, the leader, the deputy, or StarClan. He is head-strong and stubborn which makes him a fit warrior for battle, but when talking with other cats he can be a handful. Around his friends though, is a different cat, and he would do anything to protect his friends from harm or danger. He cares greatly for his mother, Shiverstorm and he wishes that she could only see him now as a full grown warrior. Perhaps she can see him, while in StarClan. Clearpaw loves to eat mice and voles. Voles are his favorite meal for some strange reason.
Clearpaw doesn't like it when other cats get sassy with him, and he has a sharp-tongue. So he will get into the stupidest arguments over nothing. Watch out for him on his bad-days. When he is grumpy, he shows it and no cat wants to be near him when he is angry or mad. The only emotions he shows are anger and happiness while around his friends. So he is usually somber most of the time which most of the cats think he is just stuck-up and mean. But he's not. He may look that way, but once you get to know him he is a good cat, and a good friend to have in times of needs. His friends know that to and they would stick with Clearpaw through thick and thin, and he knows to rely on them in his times of need.
Clearpaw is hot-headed and when someone makes a smart remark to him he immediately argues back, and it usually escalates into a fight. Thankfully though, his friends usually stop these fights before they can occur. Clearpaw is known very well in the elders den, because he gets into trouble everyday, so his punishment is usually to take care of the elders, and search them for ticks. But he doesn't mind. The elders are some of a the few cats he can stand, and appreciate in NeedleClan. He likes to relax in the sun with his friends and share tongues with them about the days activities. He strives to be the best apprentice in the clan, and with is attitude of determination he'll achieve it in no time.
History: As a kit, Clearkit was always the leader of what they would play that day. He organized what they would do and play, or practice. And all the kits usually agreed, unless Clearkit said something unfair, which he normally didn't. The queens thought it was cute to see such a young cat, have such a promising future, and they babied him a lot while he was kit. Eager to become an apprentice (as well as get away from the queens), he practiced hunting and fighting moves and the queens were impressed with how well he was doing for a kit. He was always ready to be praised, that's for sure. He was bright and spirited and he loved to play with his friends outside the nursery on a sunny day.
But he realized what clan life was all about when he became an apprentice. He learned the warrior code, and what StarClan was, and to always trust your clanmates no matter what. He was inspired by the warrior code, and he strives to stay loyal to his clan and his friends. He is always high-spirited and the clan cats like that about him, so he made a lot of new friends as well when he became an apprentice. All the NeedleClan cats expect great things out of him, since he has the right attitude and the right moves to become one of the greatest warriors, the forest has ever seen. Clearpaw already has a sense of wiseness around him, so cats come to him with problems and he always helps them, which just makes him more popular with his clan.
Clearpaw is currently an accomplished apprentice in NeedleClan and he works hard, for the day that he will become a warrior and serve his clan until the day when he makes the final journey to the ranks of StarClan.
RP Example: Clearpaw streaked through the panic-stricken forest, ignoring the birds that cried for mercy behind him, and the brambles that tore through his thick gray fur. His blue eyes were wide with fear, and shock as he raced along the scorched forest. The smell of smoke filled his lungs, until he thought he would burst with the sickening scent. Above the noise of the crackling fire in front of him, he heard a shrill wail that pierced through the night. All his senses told him to turn tail and run but he couldn't. His feet were stuck to the spot, as he stared in horror. A kit was dangling precariously close to the edge of a tree branch and was about to fall into the flames below. Clearpaw tried to pulled his paws out of the ground, but they seemed rooted. He squeezed his eyes shut and waited to hear the wail of the kit being engulfed in the flames. Then something forced his eyes open. He tried to close them, but couldn't. He let out a caterwaul of distress and then was blinded with a white light. He could hear the fire crackling, and smell the smoke and he could just imagine the kit dangling on the branch. "StarClan help me!" He wailed. A paw nudged him hard in the side and he scrambled his paws furiously as something dragged at his fur. His eyes flashed open and he looked into the eyes of another cat. "Great StarClan, Clearpaw!" It said, "Can't a cat get some shut-eye around here without you wailing like a kit?" Clearpaw sat up and shook the moss from his fur. "S-sorry Icepaw." He apologized. "So you should be." Icepaw snapped back. Clearpaw gazed out across the clearing. 'Was that a message from StarClan?' He thought fearfully. 'Is something horrible going to happen to NeedleClan!?' His eyes grew wide at the thought of a fire forcing it's way through their territory. He looked up at the sky and saw dark gray cloud gathering. Were they to announcing the arrival of a new storm?
Pic: www.breedersonline.co.uk/Cats/Photos/maine-coon.jpg