Post by Sapphire on Oct 4, 2008 21:37:02 GMT -7
Name: Oatpaw
Age: 6 moons
Rank Apprentice
Gender She-cat
Alliance WindClan
Description Oatpaw is a pale cream tabby she-cat with short, soft fur. Near her paws, her fur is longer and so naturally gets in the way when she runs, but not much. She has glittering orange eyes that shine when she is excited or when darkness settles. Her tail has long, hanging fur, almost thread-like and she can sweep moss or grass away with it. She is a small cat for her age and her claws are sharp like ice splinters. Her ears prick and turn like radars when there is something worth hearing. Her nose likes to twitch when she feels emotion like joy or hatred.
Short Description Pale cream tabby she-cat with orange eyes.
Accessories Once had a collar, but now none.
Personality Oatpaw is compassionate and likes to observe small things, such as crickets or birds. She thrives to prove her worth to her Clan, for she was once a kittypet. She is thoughtful, yet sometimes she can be very annoying. She is eager and loves to run, loving the sensation of the wind on her fur and the land passing by her paws. She hates cooped up places and panics every time she is in one. Oatpaw has a long temper fuse, but you would not want to be there if the fuse ever hits the bomb. She is trustworthy and can keep secrets well. Oatpaw can also have a sharp tongue.
History Oatpaw has had a long history. When she was a kit, her mother was a kittypet whose Twolegs took Oatpaw away from her. Oatpaw traveled a long distance in a Twoleg monster and stopped somewhere near the lake. Desperate to get back home, Oatpaw crawled out of the monster unnoticed because of her size, and she slunk off into the sparse moorland. After a long night alone, Oatpaw was discovered by a WindClan patrol and taken to the camp. Once there, Oatpaw collapsed and while she was asleep, the WindClan leader decided to let her in, seeing her small size. She had a foster mother; who told her Clan rituals and the warrior code. Some other kits liked to make fun of her being a kittypet, but she always would retort, “Just because I don’t have Clan blood doesn’t mean I can’t learn!” and she would slink away. Now that she is an apprentice, Oatpaw is determined to set things straight.
Other: Nothing much.
Age: 6 moons
Rank Apprentice
Gender She-cat
Alliance WindClan
Description Oatpaw is a pale cream tabby she-cat with short, soft fur. Near her paws, her fur is longer and so naturally gets in the way when she runs, but not much. She has glittering orange eyes that shine when she is excited or when darkness settles. Her tail has long, hanging fur, almost thread-like and she can sweep moss or grass away with it. She is a small cat for her age and her claws are sharp like ice splinters. Her ears prick and turn like radars when there is something worth hearing. Her nose likes to twitch when she feels emotion like joy or hatred.
Short Description Pale cream tabby she-cat with orange eyes.
Accessories Once had a collar, but now none.
Personality Oatpaw is compassionate and likes to observe small things, such as crickets or birds. She thrives to prove her worth to her Clan, for she was once a kittypet. She is thoughtful, yet sometimes she can be very annoying. She is eager and loves to run, loving the sensation of the wind on her fur and the land passing by her paws. She hates cooped up places and panics every time she is in one. Oatpaw has a long temper fuse, but you would not want to be there if the fuse ever hits the bomb. She is trustworthy and can keep secrets well. Oatpaw can also have a sharp tongue.
History Oatpaw has had a long history. When she was a kit, her mother was a kittypet whose Twolegs took Oatpaw away from her. Oatpaw traveled a long distance in a Twoleg monster and stopped somewhere near the lake. Desperate to get back home, Oatpaw crawled out of the monster unnoticed because of her size, and she slunk off into the sparse moorland. After a long night alone, Oatpaw was discovered by a WindClan patrol and taken to the camp. Once there, Oatpaw collapsed and while she was asleep, the WindClan leader decided to let her in, seeing her small size. She had a foster mother; who told her Clan rituals and the warrior code. Some other kits liked to make fun of her being a kittypet, but she always would retort, “Just because I don’t have Clan blood doesn’t mean I can’t learn!” and she would slink away. Now that she is an apprentice, Oatpaw is determined to set things straight.
Other: Nothing much.
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