Post by Wolfie on Apr 12, 2015 1:46:46 GMT -5
Name: Featherkit >> Featherpaw >> Featherleap
Sex: She-cat
Age: 28 moons
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
Eye Colour: Green
Reference: th04.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2012/104/4/d/stray_cats_by_ursula_gemma-d4w3tj9.jpg
A fluffy, silver tabby she-cat with a white chest and white paws.
Strength: 2
Defense: 2
Agility: 5
Stealth: 2
Tracking: 4
Personality: Featherleap is a rather quiet she-cat, liking to keep to herself rather than sticking her nose in places she shouldn't. She is very shy around cats she doesn't know and will often bottle up her feelings. Once those feelings are all bottled up and have been stewing inside her for awhile, the slightest thing could make her explode a fury of emotions. For example, one time as an apprentice she had been getting quite a bit of grief from her littermate Maplepaw over some petty thing. One day she was out hunting with her mentor and missed a fish by the river. She flipped out. She started yelling and slashing the air and yowling about how everything was "mouse-brained". Her mentor was basically horrified, not expecting such an outburst from their usually quiet apprentice. Featherpaw was fine after that but her mentor had a new found respect for her.
Despite her quietness, she cares deeply for her Clan and loved ones. Although she's not the fiercest fighter at all, she would protect everyone she loved till she breathed her last breath. Featherleap is not keen on battles at all, the prospect of them actually make her almost sick to her stomach, but she tries not to let it show through as she didn't want to be seen as weak by her Clan.
History: Featherkit was born to her parents Graythroat and Molepounce. She had two littermates, Maplekit, a she-cat, and Toadkit, a tom. At not even a moon old, greencough struck the nursery and took Toadkit to StarClan. Maplekit had also gotten sick but she was the biggest and strongest kit so she persevered through. The two sisters spent their nursery days playing regular kit games such as "WindClan's invading!" and "Play pranks on dad!". Featherkit was more of a follower, Maplekit always taking the lead.
Apprenticeship began at the usual six moons. Featherpaw soon realized that her specialty was really hunting, running and jumping. Hunting patrols were her favorite because it gave her a chance to please the other warriors with her excellent stamina and precision when pouncing. It also meant that she didn't have to spend the day battle training, thinking about what would happen in a battle. Nothing super exciting happened to her during apprenticehood. She did her fair share of cleaning out the elder's den and nursery and went to gatherings but all in all, it wasn't filled with incredible stories like other apprentices. If there was anything noteworthy, it wasn't noteworthy for Featherpaw.
Featherpaw became Featherleap because of her ability to land as quiet as a mouse, or light as a feather, after jumping no matter how far the distance or how high she jumped. On her first border patrol with both her parents, they met up with a WindClan patrol hunting on their territory. A battle broke out and her parents had both been injured terribly. Featherleap had sustained some injuries but not as bad as her parents due to her ability to dodge easily. Both Graythroat and Molepounce ended up joining StarClan in the Medicine Cat den later that day. Everyone in the Clan tried comforting Featherleap but she wasn't showing much emotion. Her feelings remained guarded but later that night she went to the river and sat vigil silently by herself. She opened her eyes and looked in the river, shocked to see both her parents staring back at her. They were both rather transparent so Featherleap knew they were coming to her from StarClan. They had come to say goodbye to her. That was the best comfort Featherleap had ever gotten. She returned to camp less grief stricken and was actually able to get a good night sleep. Featherleap has now been taking more hunting patrols to keep herself busy and of use to the Clan.
Heritage: Graythroat | Mother | Deceased
Molepounce | Father | Deceased
Mapleheart | Sister | Alive
Toadkit | Brother | Deceased
Role-Play Example: Birdpaw woke up with a big yawn, stretching out her stiff muscles. Taking a glance around the den, she felt a pang of loneliness. Being the only apprentice wasn't very fun. But Birdpaw was just at 10 moons now so it wouldn't be too long before she would be made a warrior. Maybe in the next 1-2 moons? The apprentice sighed at the thought of becoming a warrior. It was what she most wanted, ever since she was a kit.
The fluffy brindled tabby decided it would be best to get a move on. She needed to get out and hunt for Gorsetooth, the only elder in the Clan. The wildfire had killed most of the forest, pushing most of the prey far away from the camp. Birdpaw was lucky that she was a great runner with lots of stamina because it was needed to go farther away in search of food. The apprentice went out of the apprentice's den, hoping to go hunting soon.
At the sound of hunting patrol, Birdpaw jumped to her feet. "Can I go on hunting patrol too?" she asked hopefully. Her legs felt extra stiff this morning so she wanted to go for a nice long run. The apprentice ignored her growling stomach, hoping that if she did well with hunting, she could potentially get a decent meal today. The prospect of nice, warm fresh-kill had her mouth watering and made her want to be on the patrol even more. She quickly suppressed her thoughts and hunger pains as they would cloud her mind while hunting, distracting her. Plus, the rest of the Clan had to be fed first.
Referral : Talbot~ <3
Sex: She-cat
Age: 28 moons
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
Eye Colour: Green
Reference: th04.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2012/104/4/d/stray_cats_by_ursula_gemma-d4w3tj9.jpg
A fluffy, silver tabby she-cat with a white chest and white paws.
Strength: 2
Defense: 2
Agility: 5
Stealth: 2
Tracking: 4
Personality: Featherleap is a rather quiet she-cat, liking to keep to herself rather than sticking her nose in places she shouldn't. She is very shy around cats she doesn't know and will often bottle up her feelings. Once those feelings are all bottled up and have been stewing inside her for awhile, the slightest thing could make her explode a fury of emotions. For example, one time as an apprentice she had been getting quite a bit of grief from her littermate Maplepaw over some petty thing. One day she was out hunting with her mentor and missed a fish by the river. She flipped out. She started yelling and slashing the air and yowling about how everything was "mouse-brained". Her mentor was basically horrified, not expecting such an outburst from their usually quiet apprentice. Featherpaw was fine after that but her mentor had a new found respect for her.
Despite her quietness, she cares deeply for her Clan and loved ones. Although she's not the fiercest fighter at all, she would protect everyone she loved till she breathed her last breath. Featherleap is not keen on battles at all, the prospect of them actually make her almost sick to her stomach, but she tries not to let it show through as she didn't want to be seen as weak by her Clan.
History: Featherkit was born to her parents Graythroat and Molepounce. She had two littermates, Maplekit, a she-cat, and Toadkit, a tom. At not even a moon old, greencough struck the nursery and took Toadkit to StarClan. Maplekit had also gotten sick but she was the biggest and strongest kit so she persevered through. The two sisters spent their nursery days playing regular kit games such as "WindClan's invading!" and "Play pranks on dad!". Featherkit was more of a follower, Maplekit always taking the lead.
Apprenticeship began at the usual six moons. Featherpaw soon realized that her specialty was really hunting, running and jumping. Hunting patrols were her favorite because it gave her a chance to please the other warriors with her excellent stamina and precision when pouncing. It also meant that she didn't have to spend the day battle training, thinking about what would happen in a battle. Nothing super exciting happened to her during apprenticehood. She did her fair share of cleaning out the elder's den and nursery and went to gatherings but all in all, it wasn't filled with incredible stories like other apprentices. If there was anything noteworthy, it wasn't noteworthy for Featherpaw.
Featherpaw became Featherleap because of her ability to land as quiet as a mouse, or light as a feather, after jumping no matter how far the distance or how high she jumped. On her first border patrol with both her parents, they met up with a WindClan patrol hunting on their territory. A battle broke out and her parents had both been injured terribly. Featherleap had sustained some injuries but not as bad as her parents due to her ability to dodge easily. Both Graythroat and Molepounce ended up joining StarClan in the Medicine Cat den later that day. Everyone in the Clan tried comforting Featherleap but she wasn't showing much emotion. Her feelings remained guarded but later that night she went to the river and sat vigil silently by herself. She opened her eyes and looked in the river, shocked to see both her parents staring back at her. They were both rather transparent so Featherleap knew they were coming to her from StarClan. They had come to say goodbye to her. That was the best comfort Featherleap had ever gotten. She returned to camp less grief stricken and was actually able to get a good night sleep. Featherleap has now been taking more hunting patrols to keep herself busy and of use to the Clan.
Heritage: Graythroat | Mother | Deceased
Molepounce | Father | Deceased
Mapleheart | Sister | Alive
Toadkit | Brother | Deceased
Role-Play Example: Birdpaw woke up with a big yawn, stretching out her stiff muscles. Taking a glance around the den, she felt a pang of loneliness. Being the only apprentice wasn't very fun. But Birdpaw was just at 10 moons now so it wouldn't be too long before she would be made a warrior. Maybe in the next 1-2 moons? The apprentice sighed at the thought of becoming a warrior. It was what she most wanted, ever since she was a kit.
The fluffy brindled tabby decided it would be best to get a move on. She needed to get out and hunt for Gorsetooth, the only elder in the Clan. The wildfire had killed most of the forest, pushing most of the prey far away from the camp. Birdpaw was lucky that she was a great runner with lots of stamina because it was needed to go farther away in search of food. The apprentice went out of the apprentice's den, hoping to go hunting soon.
At the sound of hunting patrol, Birdpaw jumped to her feet. "Can I go on hunting patrol too?" she asked hopefully. Her legs felt extra stiff this morning so she wanted to go for a nice long run. The apprentice ignored her growling stomach, hoping that if she did well with hunting, she could potentially get a decent meal today. The prospect of nice, warm fresh-kill had her mouth watering and made her want to be on the patrol even more. She quickly suppressed her thoughts and hunger pains as they would cloud her mind while hunting, distracting her. Plus, the rest of the Clan had to be fed first.
Referral : Talbot~ <3