Post by Fιяєƒℓу on Mar 29, 2015 21:10:29 GMT -5
Name: Robinkit » Robinpaw
Sex: She-cat
Age: 9 moons
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Apprentice
Eye Colour: Hazel
Reference: www.flickr.com/photos/119580457@N06/16458152469/
Small brown tabby she-cat with hazel eyes.
Strength: 2
Defense: 3
Agility: 5
Stealth: 3
Tracking: 2
Personality:
Robinpaw is an independent and competitive she-cat. She has a drive to do everything perfectly and absolutely hates to fail at anything. She is very resilient and can easily adapt in situations that may be hard on others. Alongside that, she isn’t able to move on easily, and can hold grudges for long amounts of time. Robinpaw has a great memory and will not forget that moment two moons ago when you forgot that you promised to play mossball with her. She can easily remember anything that a cat will say that could be used against them.
Robinpaw has a hard time trusting, and is rather wary and cautious. Despite this, though, she is not socially inadequate. She has worked hard on boosting her social skills so that she can come off as friendly and kind.
Robinpaw hates for anything to be imperfect and is very judgemental over certain things. She also stresses rather easily, especially if something is not going that way she had hoped it would. She is actually rather logical and reasonable, though, and she will not freak out over something that is not worth getting stressed over.
This apprentice is observant and can pick out little details that other cats may not be able to find. As stated previously, she is also good at remembering this things. Instead of seeing the big picture, this she-cat likes to seek out the small details, which she can use to her own benefit later in life.
Robinpaw doesn’t think of herself as having bad intentions. She has a strong set of morals and ethics, at least in her opinion. She does have a little bit of anxiety and can sometimes be insecure, but she works to see the positive in most situations and dislikes negativity. She thinks things through and despite being slightly introverted, she is reasonable. This apprentice is good at thinking every details through to ensure that it will be successful.
History: Born to a rather elderly queen named Heronwhisker, Robinpaw was simply named as she was due to the fact that the robin was her mother's favorite meal. Her father, Adderfur, had other ideas and wanted to name his daughter Mousekit, because of her narrow facial structure and long tail. Heronwhisker was luckily able to convince her mate that her name idea was the better one. Robinkit was fortunate enough to have a surviving brother out of a little of four. Her brother was named Sparrowkit to go along with the bird theme of the family. Due to her diminutive size, Robinkit was often the target of her brother's antics, which she never enjoyed. Sparrowkit found harassing his littermate rather enjoyable, though, and did not believe that his actions were doing any damage. As moons passed, Robinpaw developed a strong bond with her father. Spending time with him made Robinkit feel safe, due to the fact that Adderfur was a large tom, and it also gave her an excuse to get away from Heatherkit for a while. It wasn't that Robinkit didn't like her sister, but she simply got annoying very fast.
Adderfur's personality held a great influence over Robinkit; it's where she picked up her drive for perfection. Adderfur was a blunt tom-cat, always pointing out when something wasn't perfect or when Robinkit messed up on something. From this, she gathered that is something isn't spot-on, it isn't right.
Once the time had come, Robinkit led Heatherkit into apprenticeship. Now Robinpaw, she is harder on herself than she should be. She strives for everything she does to be absolutely perfect, even if she has to practice for hours at a time. She still talks to her father, who is now an elder, a lot, gushing about her achievements and asking him for advice on how to improve her skills.
Heritage: Mother: Heronwhisker, Living
Father: Adderfur, Living
Brother: Sparrowpaw, Living
Role-Play Example: An excerpt from a previous Warriors role play. (A rather depressing one, at that.)
The temptation held him down, dragging him slowly towards the massive trees lining the shaded camp. The fresh scent of blood...of terror drew him towards their source. His thoughts, clouded with pure hatred and doubt, were set on the grim scene that would feast his eyes only moments in the future. Duskpaw could feel his heart shrink; he could feel his love for his Clan slowly seizing. The tom had no mind for it anymore and, as his paws led him further into the dense woods, the young apprentice spoke quietly to himself, in a hushed whisper.
"Foolish rats, those rogues. Foolish to think that their only son be could be bribed with a pesky mate. You're wrong, Ruffle...Beast. You're wrong to leave me in the paws of an untrustworthy queen!" With that, he spat at the grass engulfing his black paws, rage flowing through him. His claws, now unsheathed, left gashes in the dense undergrowth.
"You wanted to stay with me...sure. You wanted to name me and grow up with me, but you couldn't, could you? But let me grant you one wish. You wanted to name me Fear. Fear's what you're going to get now, Ruffle. Fear is what you're going to face the rest of your life."
The tom leapt forward, letting his ears lay flat against his head and his eyes squint shut in the breeze that hit him. His paws latched around the body of another cat, a large cat with a coat nearly identical to his own, and soon, blood stained Fear's teeth.
Sex: She-cat
Age: 9 moons
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Apprentice
Eye Colour: Hazel
Reference: www.flickr.com/photos/119580457@N06/16458152469/
Small brown tabby she-cat with hazel eyes.
Strength: 2
Defense: 3
Agility: 5
Stealth: 3
Tracking: 2
Personality:
Robinpaw is an independent and competitive she-cat. She has a drive to do everything perfectly and absolutely hates to fail at anything. She is very resilient and can easily adapt in situations that may be hard on others. Alongside that, she isn’t able to move on easily, and can hold grudges for long amounts of time. Robinpaw has a great memory and will not forget that moment two moons ago when you forgot that you promised to play mossball with her. She can easily remember anything that a cat will say that could be used against them.
Robinpaw has a hard time trusting, and is rather wary and cautious. Despite this, though, she is not socially inadequate. She has worked hard on boosting her social skills so that she can come off as friendly and kind.
Robinpaw hates for anything to be imperfect and is very judgemental over certain things. She also stresses rather easily, especially if something is not going that way she had hoped it would. She is actually rather logical and reasonable, though, and she will not freak out over something that is not worth getting stressed over.
This apprentice is observant and can pick out little details that other cats may not be able to find. As stated previously, she is also good at remembering this things. Instead of seeing the big picture, this she-cat likes to seek out the small details, which she can use to her own benefit later in life.
Robinpaw doesn’t think of herself as having bad intentions. She has a strong set of morals and ethics, at least in her opinion. She does have a little bit of anxiety and can sometimes be insecure, but she works to see the positive in most situations and dislikes negativity. She thinks things through and despite being slightly introverted, she is reasonable. This apprentice is good at thinking every details through to ensure that it will be successful.
History: Born to a rather elderly queen named Heronwhisker, Robinpaw was simply named as she was due to the fact that the robin was her mother's favorite meal. Her father, Adderfur, had other ideas and wanted to name his daughter Mousekit, because of her narrow facial structure and long tail. Heronwhisker was luckily able to convince her mate that her name idea was the better one. Robinkit was fortunate enough to have a surviving brother out of a little of four. Her brother was named Sparrowkit to go along with the bird theme of the family. Due to her diminutive size, Robinkit was often the target of her brother's antics, which she never enjoyed. Sparrowkit found harassing his littermate rather enjoyable, though, and did not believe that his actions were doing any damage. As moons passed, Robinpaw developed a strong bond with her father. Spending time with him made Robinkit feel safe, due to the fact that Adderfur was a large tom, and it also gave her an excuse to get away from Heatherkit for a while. It wasn't that Robinkit didn't like her sister, but she simply got annoying very fast.
Adderfur's personality held a great influence over Robinkit; it's where she picked up her drive for perfection. Adderfur was a blunt tom-cat, always pointing out when something wasn't perfect or when Robinkit messed up on something. From this, she gathered that is something isn't spot-on, it isn't right.
Once the time had come, Robinkit led Heatherkit into apprenticeship. Now Robinpaw, she is harder on herself than she should be. She strives for everything she does to be absolutely perfect, even if she has to practice for hours at a time. She still talks to her father, who is now an elder, a lot, gushing about her achievements and asking him for advice on how to improve her skills.
Heritage: Mother: Heronwhisker, Living
Father: Adderfur, Living
Brother: Sparrowpaw, Living
Role-Play Example: An excerpt from a previous Warriors role play. (A rather depressing one, at that.)
The temptation held him down, dragging him slowly towards the massive trees lining the shaded camp. The fresh scent of blood...of terror drew him towards their source. His thoughts, clouded with pure hatred and doubt, were set on the grim scene that would feast his eyes only moments in the future. Duskpaw could feel his heart shrink; he could feel his love for his Clan slowly seizing. The tom had no mind for it anymore and, as his paws led him further into the dense woods, the young apprentice spoke quietly to himself, in a hushed whisper.
"Foolish rats, those rogues. Foolish to think that their only son be could be bribed with a pesky mate. You're wrong, Ruffle...Beast. You're wrong to leave me in the paws of an untrustworthy queen!" With that, he spat at the grass engulfing his black paws, rage flowing through him. His claws, now unsheathed, left gashes in the dense undergrowth.
"You wanted to stay with me...sure. You wanted to name me and grow up with me, but you couldn't, could you? But let me grant you one wish. You wanted to name me Fear. Fear's what you're going to get now, Ruffle. Fear is what you're going to face the rest of your life."
The tom leapt forward, letting his ears lay flat against his head and his eyes squint shut in the breeze that hit him. His paws latched around the body of another cat, a large cat with a coat nearly identical to his own, and soon, blood stained Fear's teeth.