Post by C.elestial;; on Dec 6, 2007 19:51:54 GMT -5
Name: Thistlepaw [to be Thistleflower]
Age: Six moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: StormClan
Position: Apprentice
Personality:
Cat Description:
History:
Role-Playing Example:
Other Notes: Nowt!
Age: Six moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: StormClan
Position: Apprentice
Personality:
Despite her prickly namesake, Thistlepaw is surprisingly sweet -- she's polite to those more mature and experienced than her, and listens to everybody with a seemingly endless patience. Her shy optimism can brighten almost any cat's day, although her optimism is sometimes a little bit unrealistic. 'A little bit' meaning 'a lot', but really, it's not all that bad... !
Thistlepaw, as mentioned earlier, is extremely shy and quiet -- never speaking except when directly spoken to, she's never sure when it's the right time to voice her opinion on something. Social skills are not exactly her strong point, and she sort of struggles to make friends with cats her own age (although she gets along fine with the warriors, queens and elders). In fact, half of the time the rest of the apprentices in StormClan probably don't even realise she's there, which would make her a good eavesdropper...
Which she does! She likes to listen on other cat's conversations, and although she can keep secrets very well, she just likes to know what's going on within her own Clan. She's very curious, but extremely passive about it, if you get what I mean.
Thistlepaw is going to grow up to be a skilled warrior -- although she's not very good with hunting in groups, working solo she is swift and graceful, always bringing back prey to her Clan. While she's not quite as good at fighting, currently her small size gives her the advantage over larger, slower opponents.
Cat Description:
Thistlepaw is going to grow up to be rather muscular in a kind of feminine way -- like a dancer would be, if she were a human. Her legs will be long and well-developed, with a long muzzle and small, neat ears accentuating her fairly-pretty face. Her paws are small and dainty, perfect for the elegance in which she moves. She's not exactly an absolutely stunning specimen, but she's certainly quite pleasing to the eye.
Her fur is brown-ginger tabby and white, the tabby markings on her cheeks, across the top of her head and along her back to her tail, where black tabby stripes take up most of the fur. The brown is in the middle of these patches, fading to ginger on the edges and eventually into white on her paws, nose and underside of her muzzle and her stomach. Her legs, while mostly white, have a few patches of black stripes and brown-ginger tabby -- especially on her back legs, as if someone has flicked her fur with a paintbrush.
Her eyes are a golden-brown colour, and to be honest aren't really special other than the fact that they're not the usual green colour.
History:
Thistlepaw's history is slightly unexciting, as her parents were both pure-bred StormClan cats and weren't really that special either. Both of them had a fairly normal life and fell in love slowly when they were warriors Her father was quite a bit older than her mother, though, which caused a little bit of a stir in the Clan until they had their first litter of kits, after which it died down a little and became rather normal. Thistlepaw's mother, Duskstep, was particularly thankful for this, as she had never liked making a scene. Her mate, however, still has the bad habit of arguing with any cat stupid enough to make any comments.
They had four kits, one being stillborn and the other three all perfectly healthy. Two she-cats and one tom, they all grew up quite normally; Thistlepaw was the shyer one who never put a paw out of line, Rushingpaw, the fierce protector of his sister and Soaringpaw, who... er, well, stared into the sky and never seemed at all there with the rest of the Clan. Soaringpaw -- well, then Soaringkit -- was always getting himself into situations which Thistlekit and Rushingkit had to pull him out of. Not like they minded, because they got to stay out playing for longer then!
All of them were recently apprenticed, with the determination to all become warriors at the same time -- they swore on it!
Role-Playing Example:
Thistlepaw crouched low in the grass, going over what her mentor had told her that morning as she watched the mouse downwind from her; don't move a muscle until you're sure. Do not reveal yourself until you choose to strike. Follow your instincts. Do not hesitate.
There appeared to be a lot of 'do nots' to hunting, she thought. How negative! They surely could have reworded those to make them more positive, at least. Perhaps they wouldn't sound so threatening then... The apprentice shivered; sometimes, warriors could be kind of scary! In a kind of mature, powerful way.
Apparently Thistlepaw had been in thought for too long; the mouse suddenly looked up, ears and nose twitching curiously as it tried to scent out the area. The StormClan she-cat panicked and immediately leapt out of the tall grass she had been crouched in. This was a mistake; the rodent scampered away into the thickets of bushes nearby, making its failed predator frown slightly. Ahh, she didn't do it right! ... Maybe she could try again, but she had made a lot of noise when she came out of the grass...
Oh, bother.
Other Notes: Nowt!
