Post by Dawnpaw on Jul 12, 2007 14:02:09 GMT -5
Name:Dawnpaw
Gender:Female
Rank: Apprentice
Age:7 1/2 moons
Clan:Thunderclan
Personality:Dawnpaw is a very kind, modest cat. Although she is young, she is calm most of the time. She can be a bit sassy at times. If her friends, family, or clan is in danger, she will do everything in her power to help no matter what. She has a good perseverance and charisma.
Physical Description: She has a beautiful silver and white swirled pelt. Her paws, tail tip, chest, face, and muzzle are pure white. She has bright hazel eyes. She has strong muscles for hunting and sleek fur for swimming. She is a little smaller than cats her age.
History: When Dawnpaw was an apprentice, she fell into the river separating Thunderclan and Riverclan. She was saved by a tree branch that was leaning out over the water, which she grabbed and pulled herself on. Instead of being afraid of water her whole life, she wanted to relish the feel of the water against her pelt once more. She was taught to swim by her mother, Whitestream, who later died of old age.
RP Sample: Dawnpaw was crouched in a bush. As she peered through the interlocking branches, she saw the fox creeping toward the gorse tunnel, the entrance to the Thunderclan camp. Dawnpaw's ears pricked up; she stifled a growl. She waited for the fox to stand in front of her bush, and when it did, she jumped out onto it's back. The fox howled with pain. Dawnpaw jumped off and glared at the intruder.
"Leave from here," the apprentice growled."Now!"
The fox glared back and sprang at the small cat. Dawnpaw let herself be pinned to the ground and lay still. The fox growled in satisfaction and loosened it's grip. Suddenly Dawnpaw raised her hind legs and scratched the fox's belly, making it yowl with pain again. She slipped out from underneath the fox and started to bite it's neck again. The fox tried to aim swipes at Dawnpaw, but Dawnpaw was much too fast. The warrior stepped away from the fox.
"Leave." she mewed again.
This time the fox didn't hesitate. It limped away and turned around. It glared at Dawnpaw with deepest loathing, then stumped away. Dawnpaw breathed a sigh of relief and went through the tunnel, to tell her leader about the animal.
(This might have not been the greatest thing to write, but I thought it was descriptive.)
Gender:Female
Rank: Apprentice
Age:7 1/2 moons
Clan:Thunderclan
Personality:Dawnpaw is a very kind, modest cat. Although she is young, she is calm most of the time. She can be a bit sassy at times. If her friends, family, or clan is in danger, she will do everything in her power to help no matter what. She has a good perseverance and charisma.
Physical Description: She has a beautiful silver and white swirled pelt. Her paws, tail tip, chest, face, and muzzle are pure white. She has bright hazel eyes. She has strong muscles for hunting and sleek fur for swimming. She is a little smaller than cats her age.
History: When Dawnpaw was an apprentice, she fell into the river separating Thunderclan and Riverclan. She was saved by a tree branch that was leaning out over the water, which she grabbed and pulled herself on. Instead of being afraid of water her whole life, she wanted to relish the feel of the water against her pelt once more. She was taught to swim by her mother, Whitestream, who later died of old age.
RP Sample: Dawnpaw was crouched in a bush. As she peered through the interlocking branches, she saw the fox creeping toward the gorse tunnel, the entrance to the Thunderclan camp. Dawnpaw's ears pricked up; she stifled a growl. She waited for the fox to stand in front of her bush, and when it did, she jumped out onto it's back. The fox howled with pain. Dawnpaw jumped off and glared at the intruder.
"Leave from here," the apprentice growled."Now!"
The fox glared back and sprang at the small cat. Dawnpaw let herself be pinned to the ground and lay still. The fox growled in satisfaction and loosened it's grip. Suddenly Dawnpaw raised her hind legs and scratched the fox's belly, making it yowl with pain again. She slipped out from underneath the fox and started to bite it's neck again. The fox tried to aim swipes at Dawnpaw, but Dawnpaw was much too fast. The warrior stepped away from the fox.
"Leave." she mewed again.
This time the fox didn't hesitate. It limped away and turned around. It glared at Dawnpaw with deepest loathing, then stumped away. Dawnpaw breathed a sigh of relief and went through the tunnel, to tell her leader about the animal.
(This might have not been the greatest thing to write, but I thought it was descriptive.)