Post by Cookies on Feb 19, 2011 4:21:41 GMT
Cat's Name: Gingerpaw
Cat's Age: 7 Moons
Gender: Male
Alliance: Riverclan
Position: Apprentice
Appearance: Light ginger tabby with a white chest, tail tip, ears, and paws. Her eyes are a light hazel.
Personality: Gingerpaw is a pretty sensative cat. He is highly insulted by the smalest tease. He is confident that he is under the watch of every single cat in the clan and is desprete to prove himeself. Though he may stray from the other apprentices, Gingerpaw acts just like one. He loves it when asked to go out with senior warriors on hunting missions and patrols. He's also ready to show his leader that he is just about a warrior....even though he's barely an apprentice.
History: Gingerpaw used to be very jumpy and scared at the smalest things. He always stayed in the nursery and followed every direction given, though he hates bathes. He had a few littermates that died of the cold, but he was one of the two littermates strong enough to fend off the greencough. When he was a very small kit, he was very silent and listened to no one. He would always walk blindly around the camp, thinking about his lost littermates. After a couple moons, his anxiety began. As soon as he became an apprentice, though, it went away.
Roleplay Sample: Gingerpaw's eyes slowly opened and he found himeself standing in a clearing. There was a soft breeze that blew wonderfuly through his fur. It brought the most delicious scent to his nose, and he began the chase. When he finally found it, there was a long on the ground, cut in half perfectly. On it was a small brown object with tiny black specks in it. Gingerpaw carefuly sniffed it. The aroma hit him like a badger's paw and he reached out and grabbed with his teeth and realized it was food. It tasted better then anything he had ever tasted, not sweet, but soothing. Suddenly Gingerpaw's eyes shot open. He was back in his den. He sighed and got up, trecking out of the den. Little did her know that in his dream, he had eaten his first and last cookie.
Comments/Other: BTW, the roleplay example is a DREAM!
Family
Mother: Fairyflight
Father: Bumblewings
Siblings: Tinykit (passed), Rollingkit (passed), Archkit (passed), Breezepaw
Cat's Age: 7 Moons
Gender: Male
Alliance: Riverclan
Position: Apprentice
Appearance: Light ginger tabby with a white chest, tail tip, ears, and paws. Her eyes are a light hazel.
Personality: Gingerpaw is a pretty sensative cat. He is highly insulted by the smalest tease. He is confident that he is under the watch of every single cat in the clan and is desprete to prove himeself. Though he may stray from the other apprentices, Gingerpaw acts just like one. He loves it when asked to go out with senior warriors on hunting missions and patrols. He's also ready to show his leader that he is just about a warrior....even though he's barely an apprentice.
History: Gingerpaw used to be very jumpy and scared at the smalest things. He always stayed in the nursery and followed every direction given, though he hates bathes. He had a few littermates that died of the cold, but he was one of the two littermates strong enough to fend off the greencough. When he was a very small kit, he was very silent and listened to no one. He would always walk blindly around the camp, thinking about his lost littermates. After a couple moons, his anxiety began. As soon as he became an apprentice, though, it went away.
Roleplay Sample: Gingerpaw's eyes slowly opened and he found himeself standing in a clearing. There was a soft breeze that blew wonderfuly through his fur. It brought the most delicious scent to his nose, and he began the chase. When he finally found it, there was a long on the ground, cut in half perfectly. On it was a small brown object with tiny black specks in it. Gingerpaw carefuly sniffed it. The aroma hit him like a badger's paw and he reached out and grabbed with his teeth and realized it was food. It tasted better then anything he had ever tasted, not sweet, but soothing. Suddenly Gingerpaw's eyes shot open. He was back in his den. He sighed and got up, trecking out of the den. Little did her know that in his dream, he had eaten his first and last cookie.
Comments/Other: BTW, the roleplay example is a DREAM!
Family
Mother: Fairyflight
Father: Bumblewings
Siblings: Tinykit (passed), Rollingkit (passed), Archkit (passed), Breezepaw
