Post by cena. on Jun 4, 2008 19:53:49 GMT -5
Name: Tempestpaw
Age: 6 moons
Gender: She-cat
Desired Position: Apprentice
Clan: JuniperClan
Short Description:
Age: 6 moons
Gender: She-cat
Desired Position: Apprentice
Clan: JuniperClan
Short Description:
Short furred cream colored she-cat with enchanting jade green and ocean blue eyes and faint tabby stripes on face.Description:
Though mainly a light, creamy tan, there are various shades and streaks throughout the petite she-cats ltihe form, covering her velvety short coat with randomized snow-white patches, though the only truely noticable patch is a white blaze upon her nose, therefor seen because it is surrounded by subtle mocha stripes, soft in appearance. This is almost an ashy color, as it coats her ears and tail in wide, thick, marble stipe, punctuated with a white tip. Her eyes are something to get lost in for they are large, liquid pools of memorizing sea-green, mottled thoroughly with a carefree cerulean, easy to get lost within.Experience:
It's not as if Tempestpaw has an epic past to flaunt, but if she did, she wouldn't really be Tempestpaw. As an apprentice, she hasn't much of a history, but enough to tell a good story. Usually, though, she just has to fill in spots with her imagination since most of the important events that have happened in her life occured when she was a wee kitten, too young to remember. All she really knows, is that she was not bron in JunperClan, or any clan for that matter. She knows her mother loved her dearly and her father could care less, for he was never, ever there when he was needed. She understands the hardship of loss, for, even as a kit, seeing her mother slip over the gorge was too much to bear, so she ran, but, of course, being so young, did not make it far. Her father found her crying, and only growled, figuring she was dead meat anyway, he tossed her in the river, considering this a good deed. Tempestpaw then washed up somewhere near the clans, meraculously alive. A loner found her and took her in but as she and her foster mother both grew older, she could no longer be properly fed by the frail old she-cat, and was turned over to the clans.Personality:
Though her slightly violent name might suggest vehemence, Tempestpaw is nearly the complete opposite, though the only reasonable comparison with her name is that she is wild, but fun, and nearly everyone but grumpy old elders find this cheerful she-cat's presence uplifting. She is not the most well-mannered or polite of all apprentices, but she (sometimes) knows when to shut-up when needed. Tempestpaw likes to speak her mind, and flirt, like any she-cat of seven moons. Tempestpaw refuses to hold a grudge, even though she may get in arguements frequently for, of course, speaking her opinions. The small she-cat is agile and fur. She always requests races with anyone near, but her presense can become obnoxious for her hyper-active ways.
