Post by willow on May 19, 2010 17:59:26 GMT -5
Name ;;
Willopaw/leaf
Gender ;;
Tom
Age ;;
8 Moons
Allegiance ;;
StormClan
Rank ;;
Apprentice
Appearance ;;
Willowpaw is a brown and white tom with amber eyes. He is taller than most cats, and it makes him intimidating when he’s angry. His muzzle is pure white, and he has a berry pink nose. His body is well built, showing his moons of training as an apprentice.
His fur is long, and keeps him warm in leaf-bare’s grip. He has one long scar that goes down his back from an injury when he was fighting. Willowpaw also has one black stripe down his face, splitting it in half. Most of his fur is brown.
His amber eyes are flecked with green, and he thinks it means that he has character. His eyes show most of his emotions, angry, sad, or confused. Willowpaw’s tail is average length. His ears have black tips.
Personality ;;
Willowpaw is a big flirt, but only with she-cats in his Clan. He gets frustrated around other toms when they’re messing around with the same she-cat that he has a crush on. He has a nasty temper when he’s angry with some cat. Most try not to tease him because he can’t take a joke.
He hates cats out of his Clan, especially loners and rouges. He would jump into battle without a second thought, considering his early encounter with fights. He loves the thrill of a Clan battle, to feel the surge of pleasure as his Clan claims victory. He is a handsome, optimistic tom, always thinking about the good side of things.
History ;;
Willowkit: Willowpaw was born on a frosty winter night. His parents had been chased out of the Clan because they had come from different Clans. He didn’t understand the reason why they were chased out, but he does now. His mother, Leopardheart, died shortly after Willowkit started eating fresh-kill.
Her father was filled with grief, and he ignored his son, who yearned for his attention. Willowpaw slowly starved as his father sulked, and he suffered too. He didn’t know how to hunt, and wouldn’t have if he continued to stay with his father. He died the day he was going to leave. Even though he was angry with him, he was filled with grief at his passing.
Willowpaw: He ran to StormClan, and trained as an apprentice. On his first day, he caught a chaffinch, and since it was his first catch, it became his favorite food. He learned the ways of a Clan, and now knows why his mother and father’s love was forbidden. He vowed never to make that mistake.
Family ;;
Mother: Leopardheart(Deceased)
Father: Mousefur (Deceased)
Mate ;;
None(Yet)
Picture ;;
Other ;;
One long scar that goes down the length of his spine.
RP Sample ;;
Willowpaw yawned, his eyes still closed as they enjoyed what little darkness they still had. He stretched her amber eyes, seeing a blur as they started to adjust to the bright lights outside the den. He grumbled a little as he stood up and began to wash herself. The hunt the night before had left him bone-tired, and he was still stiff from crouching. He wanted so badly to just curl up and fall back asleep in his comfy nest, but he didn't dare. The StormClan leader would be angry if he did so. Instead, he gave his pelt a shake and walked outside.
The camp was quiet, for it was still quite early, and the birds were just beginning to awake. The yellow and white apprentice yearned for their beautiful song, for it calmed him when she wanted to box a Clanmate's ears. Willowpaw thought for a moment. I should go out and hunt, he thought, his mind already on a hunting strategy. He walked out of the StormClan camp and into the forest.
His senses were straining to catch prey, but nothing came in sight or sound range. This sucks, he thought miserably. Now I'll have to go out and hunt again early tomorrow! He sighed, but froze as a mouse darted in front of him. He snatched it up with a quick flash of claws and killed it swiftly.
The mouse was quite big, and he purred delightedly. This will help my Clan, he thought. Willowpaw turned towards the direction of his camp, his eyes shining with excitement. He hadn't caught anything in the past day, so now he wouldn't be such a useless burden since he brought home prey!
It was hard not to eat the mouse on the way back, but he knew how precious this little scrap of fur was to his Clan, and he was determined to be the best apprentice in StormClan. He set it down on the small pile where the Clan stored their fresh kill and looked around. No one was up yet. Oh well, he thought.
Willopaw/leaf
Gender ;;
Tom
Age ;;
8 Moons
Allegiance ;;
StormClan
Rank ;;
Apprentice
Appearance ;;
Willowpaw is a brown and white tom with amber eyes. He is taller than most cats, and it makes him intimidating when he’s angry. His muzzle is pure white, and he has a berry pink nose. His body is well built, showing his moons of training as an apprentice.
His fur is long, and keeps him warm in leaf-bare’s grip. He has one long scar that goes down his back from an injury when he was fighting. Willowpaw also has one black stripe down his face, splitting it in half. Most of his fur is brown.
His amber eyes are flecked with green, and he thinks it means that he has character. His eyes show most of his emotions, angry, sad, or confused. Willowpaw’s tail is average length. His ears have black tips.
Personality ;;
Willowpaw is a big flirt, but only with she-cats in his Clan. He gets frustrated around other toms when they’re messing around with the same she-cat that he has a crush on. He has a nasty temper when he’s angry with some cat. Most try not to tease him because he can’t take a joke.
He hates cats out of his Clan, especially loners and rouges. He would jump into battle without a second thought, considering his early encounter with fights. He loves the thrill of a Clan battle, to feel the surge of pleasure as his Clan claims victory. He is a handsome, optimistic tom, always thinking about the good side of things.
History ;;
Willowkit: Willowpaw was born on a frosty winter night. His parents had been chased out of the Clan because they had come from different Clans. He didn’t understand the reason why they were chased out, but he does now. His mother, Leopardheart, died shortly after Willowkit started eating fresh-kill.
Her father was filled with grief, and he ignored his son, who yearned for his attention. Willowpaw slowly starved as his father sulked, and he suffered too. He didn’t know how to hunt, and wouldn’t have if he continued to stay with his father. He died the day he was going to leave. Even though he was angry with him, he was filled with grief at his passing.
Willowpaw: He ran to StormClan, and trained as an apprentice. On his first day, he caught a chaffinch, and since it was his first catch, it became his favorite food. He learned the ways of a Clan, and now knows why his mother and father’s love was forbidden. He vowed never to make that mistake.
Family ;;
Mother: Leopardheart(Deceased)
Father: Mousefur (Deceased)
Mate ;;
None(Yet)
Picture ;;
Other ;;
One long scar that goes down the length of his spine.
RP Sample ;;
Willowpaw yawned, his eyes still closed as they enjoyed what little darkness they still had. He stretched her amber eyes, seeing a blur as they started to adjust to the bright lights outside the den. He grumbled a little as he stood up and began to wash herself. The hunt the night before had left him bone-tired, and he was still stiff from crouching. He wanted so badly to just curl up and fall back asleep in his comfy nest, but he didn't dare. The StormClan leader would be angry if he did so. Instead, he gave his pelt a shake and walked outside.
The camp was quiet, for it was still quite early, and the birds were just beginning to awake. The yellow and white apprentice yearned for their beautiful song, for it calmed him when she wanted to box a Clanmate's ears. Willowpaw thought for a moment. I should go out and hunt, he thought, his mind already on a hunting strategy. He walked out of the StormClan camp and into the forest.
His senses were straining to catch prey, but nothing came in sight or sound range. This sucks, he thought miserably. Now I'll have to go out and hunt again early tomorrow! He sighed, but froze as a mouse darted in front of him. He snatched it up with a quick flash of claws and killed it swiftly.
The mouse was quite big, and he purred delightedly. This will help my Clan, he thought. Willowpaw turned towards the direction of his camp, his eyes shining with excitement. He hadn't caught anything in the past day, so now he wouldn't be such a useless burden since he brought home prey!
It was hard not to eat the mouse on the way back, but he knew how precious this little scrap of fur was to his Clan, and he was determined to be the best apprentice in StormClan. He set it down on the small pile where the Clan stored their fresh kill and looked around. No one was up yet. Oh well, he thought.
