Post by Flintpaw on Sept 12, 2010 1:05:57 GMT -5
General Character Information
[/size]Name
Flintpaw
Age
8 moons
Gender
Female
Character Type
Cat
Alliance -
Shadowclan- former loner.
Rank -
Apprentice
Picture -
As a kit with her only sibling:
Now:
Appearance -
Flintpaw is a pure white apprentice, with long fur, large paws, and lanky limbs. The long fur focuses mostly around her shoulders, belly, chest, cheeks, inside her ears, and tail.
Her tail is exceedingly long, and she has two-tone eyes. (which is common in the breed she is) Her right eye is a bright blue, while her left is a mix of gold-green and blue- slowly turning into just gold-green.
Despite being so thin and quick- she's clumsy in Shadowclan territory, used to the more flat ground of the fields she was born in.
Personality -
Flintpaw is a good-hearted cat, though she is very particular in whom gets close to her or touches her. She has not gotten used to clan life yet at all, and is still very awkward around the others- having been only in the clan for not even a moon yet. She hates being touched unless she permits it, yet she is a very touchy-feel cat when she wants to be, rubbing on whomever she choses and showering them in licks, nudges, and tail-brushes.
She is a very polite cat- raised that way- yet if you appear to have treated her or her friends wrongly, or offended her, watch out, she goes all out with the verbal insults, and maybe even a paw-swipe or two.
She is even more careful around cats of other clans- even during Gatherings. She doesn't take well to cats trespassing on Shadowclan territory, and would do anything to protect it. Despite training to be a warrior, she isn't much of a fighter- she doesn't really like it.
History -
Flintpaw (formerly Callie) had been raised in a Twoleg field- though she calls them Upwalkers- on the other side of a fence that held in the horses that the Upwalkers raised. One day as a kit, Flintpaw convinced her only sibling (Cimic (Like mimic, but with an S sound in the front)) to explore the horse-field with her. They went in there, and the worst thing that could happen, did happen. The horses went into a frenzy, killing Cimic, and scaring Flintpaw. Ever since, she's been terrified of horses.
After that, her mother deemed their residence unsafe. She left, traveling, until she came upon some cats who were telling of a story from long ago, of cats coming through the area to find new territory. She set out to find those cats, and after many moons, she did.
Despite Flintpaw's protests, her mother brought her to Shadowclan, dropping off the terrified young cat by herself in unknown territory. She was found, cowering and shivering nervously by a border patrol, and was brought back to camp, and after much begging, saying she had no where to go, she was allowed to stay.
Roleplay Example
Flintpaw crouched down, her long tail hanging behind her, yet above the ground, to avoid making any sort of sound. Her whiskers twitched, ears swiveling towards the sound she had just caught. Her heard turned in that direction, mouth opening, scenting the air with much efficiency, and stalking forward.
She did not recognize this scent at all, and it gave her an eerie feeling... yet she felt an obligation to figure out what it was. She pushed her way into a bush, staying as silent as she could, her two-toned eyes peering through a slight opening on the other side.
What was that?
It had pointed ears like her, yet it was twice her size, had a reddish coat, and a very bushy tail... despite being so innocent looking, she knew it could be no good, and turned around in the bush to go off and warn the clan leader, only to be stopped by hot breath on her tail.
"Mouse-dung," she hissed to herself, taking off, her mind set on running to camp. Camp was safe-- NO! It wasn't going to be safe if she led this... THING into it! She kept running, hearing the snapping of the larger animal's jowls, dangerously close to her tail.
She aimed a hiss behind her, launching herself onto a tree, her claws expertly digging into the bark, and holding her up. She easily climbed her way up, too high for the animal to get her, yet low enough for her to be able to let go of the tree with one paw, and swipe the enemy across the nose, drawing blood.
The animal whimpered, it's ears going back, almost in confusion, and she swiped at it again, hissing. It backed up, tail hanging in almost anger. He wasn't getting a meal of cat today. And for that, Flintpaw was grateful.
Codeword
Bluefire[/center][/color]
