Post by Mikita on Apr 26, 2007 0:02:33 GMT -5
Name: Passionpaw (Poke me with a sharp stick if this name is already taken. >,<)
Age: Nearly 8 moons old
Alliance: WindClan (My favvie Clan. ^^)
Rank: Apprentice
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: Passionpaw has a slim build, she's somewhat small but very agile. She is mostly a rusty reddish color, but with streaks of pale orange here and there. She also has darker brown stripes and spots on her belly. She has a white muzzle and chest, and both front paws are white. Her eyes are pale blue.
Though she's somewhat small, she looks older then she actually is.
Picture: sobi.org/photos/Cat/Malcat3/VictoriaCat_027.jpg
Personality: Like every interesting cat, Passionpaw has many different sides to her and is sometimes hard to figure out. She's quiet for the most part, and at first you get the impression she's very shy. But she'd bold and unafraid to speak her mind. She has a bit of a quick temper may snap at you before thinking. This gets her into trouble a lot. She doesn't back down from her position, even if she may realize she's not right. She's very proud and stubborn.
However, she's also a good friend to have on your side. She's loyal and a lot of fun to be around. Always curious and playful, she's the kind who would push you into a puddle, then jump in herself. She's very bright and likes paws-on learning. She has a good sense of humor and, thankfully, can laugh at herself.
Being Passionpaws friend also means dealing with her bad temper. It's a package deal, sorry.
History: Her mother was a rouge cat who got smitten by a handsome Clan cat who, unfortunately, fell for her too. Once she learned she was having kits, she panicked and ran away, not wanting to have to face the father, knowing how devoted he was to the warrior code. She had a litter of three, but two kittens died of the harsh cold. Afraid for her last kittens life, she took her to the only place she knew where the kitten would be safe. She snuck into WindClans territory abandoned her kitten, who was later adopted and named Passionkit.
Passionkit didn't know she wasn't Clancat until she learned by eavesdropping. It didn't bother her to terribly, but that's how she developed her quick temper. It was her way of warning off any comments on her heritage.
When she was first exploring as an apprentice, she met a ShadowClan apprentice who was about to become a warrior himself. The two of them became, and remain to this day, good friends. (I'll be creating this ShadowClan warrior.)
ICC: She trotted towards camp, vole held proudly in her jaws. Her coat rippled and shone in the somewhat weak sunlight. Rusty red color stood out against the dusty green color that was her homeland. She paused and flicked her ear irritably. You would think the smell of vole would block all other scent out! she thought. She placed her catch on the ground and opened her mouth partway to be sure... Yep. Sablefrost!
She sighed and buried her catch, then turned towards the ShadowClan border, which was not far. At the border she stopped. She knew he was close by, she could smell him! And sure enough, the inky black cat stepped into her line of sight. "Hey Passionpaw!" he greeted her easily, grinning.
"Wipe that grin off your muzzle, mousebrain!" she said crossly. "What are you thinking!? Don't you know anyone from WindClan could have known you were at the border? Are you trying to get me in trouble or something?"
Sablefoot met her angry gaze steadily. "I was on my territory, wasn't I? I just wanted to know if you were coming to the gathering tonight!" he said. Passionpaw sighed, exasperated.
"Would it have killed you to wait until tonight to find that out? I don't know yet, Sablefrost! I have to get back to camp first! Mousebrain." she turned and walked back to her catch without waiting for his response.
Codeword: Mice...a tasty cat treat.
Age: Nearly 8 moons old
Alliance: WindClan (My favvie Clan. ^^)
Rank: Apprentice
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: Passionpaw has a slim build, she's somewhat small but very agile. She is mostly a rusty reddish color, but with streaks of pale orange here and there. She also has darker brown stripes and spots on her belly. She has a white muzzle and chest, and both front paws are white. Her eyes are pale blue.
Though she's somewhat small, she looks older then she actually is.
Picture: sobi.org/photos/Cat/Malcat3/VictoriaCat_027.jpg
Personality: Like every interesting cat, Passionpaw has many different sides to her and is sometimes hard to figure out. She's quiet for the most part, and at first you get the impression she's very shy. But she'd bold and unafraid to speak her mind. She has a bit of a quick temper may snap at you before thinking. This gets her into trouble a lot. She doesn't back down from her position, even if she may realize she's not right. She's very proud and stubborn.
However, she's also a good friend to have on your side. She's loyal and a lot of fun to be around. Always curious and playful, she's the kind who would push you into a puddle, then jump in herself. She's very bright and likes paws-on learning. She has a good sense of humor and, thankfully, can laugh at herself.
Being Passionpaws friend also means dealing with her bad temper. It's a package deal, sorry.
History: Her mother was a rouge cat who got smitten by a handsome Clan cat who, unfortunately, fell for her too. Once she learned she was having kits, she panicked and ran away, not wanting to have to face the father, knowing how devoted he was to the warrior code. She had a litter of three, but two kittens died of the harsh cold. Afraid for her last kittens life, she took her to the only place she knew where the kitten would be safe. She snuck into WindClans territory abandoned her kitten, who was later adopted and named Passionkit.
Passionkit didn't know she wasn't Clancat until she learned by eavesdropping. It didn't bother her to terribly, but that's how she developed her quick temper. It was her way of warning off any comments on her heritage.
When she was first exploring as an apprentice, she met a ShadowClan apprentice who was about to become a warrior himself. The two of them became, and remain to this day, good friends. (I'll be creating this ShadowClan warrior.)
ICC: She trotted towards camp, vole held proudly in her jaws. Her coat rippled and shone in the somewhat weak sunlight. Rusty red color stood out against the dusty green color that was her homeland. She paused and flicked her ear irritably. You would think the smell of vole would block all other scent out! she thought. She placed her catch on the ground and opened her mouth partway to be sure... Yep. Sablefrost!
She sighed and buried her catch, then turned towards the ShadowClan border, which was not far. At the border she stopped. She knew he was close by, she could smell him! And sure enough, the inky black cat stepped into her line of sight. "Hey Passionpaw!" he greeted her easily, grinning.
"Wipe that grin off your muzzle, mousebrain!" she said crossly. "What are you thinking!? Don't you know anyone from WindClan could have known you were at the border? Are you trying to get me in trouble or something?"
Sablefoot met her angry gaze steadily. "I was on my territory, wasn't I? I just wanted to know if you were coming to the gathering tonight!" he said. Passionpaw sighed, exasperated.
"Would it have killed you to wait until tonight to find that out? I don't know yet, Sablefrost! I have to get back to camp first! Mousebrain." she turned and walked back to her catch without waiting for his response.
Codeword: Mice...a tasty cat treat.
