Post by Yoko on Aug 12, 2009 22:17:31 GMT -6
Name: Patchpaw
Age: 9 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: ThunderClan
Mentor: Tigerheart
Rank: Apprentice
Mate/Crush: Lionclaw
Kin: Sparrowflight (deceased), father unknown
Description: Patchpaw is an average sized apprentice, with lithe muscles. Her fur is white based, with a stripelike design of reddish brown and black patches along her spine, giving her her name. She has a black splotch on her left hind leg, and another behind her left foreleg. Her tail is completely orangish-brown with black spots and a black tip. Her face is very angled, her eyes are completely yellow with thin onyx slits in their center, almost more snake-like than cat-like. Her nose is a small pink triangle, with many thin whiskers springing from it. Her ears are triangular and sharply pointed. There is so much brown fur sprouting from them, that they seem to the pink skin inside barely shows. Her left forepaw has a black spot on her furthest left toe. Her left hind paw has a brown patch on her furthest left toe.
Personality: Patchpaw is very intelligent. She likes to know what everything is, and why it is that way. She's so smart that she tends to talk a lot and very quickly, so not many cats can understand her. She does KNOW that she is smarter than most cats, in fact she brags a lot. But she's really very kind-hearted too, willing to go out of her way to help others. She likes to be alone to think, and if she's interrupted she does snap. She does stick to the warrior code, until she feels that it interferes with the clans safety. She can't stand being around curious kits. Their questions irritate her.
History: Patchkit was the only kit born to a very fierce warrior, Sparrowflight. Sparrowflight was young and strong-willed and determined to get out of the nursery, because of the tension between ThunderClan and another Clan. She ran out of the nursery in the middle of a battle, but she wasn't fit to fight at the time and died in battle. She had never told any cat who Patchkit's father was.
Patchpaw was made an apprentice with the death of her mother fresh in her mind. She pushes that to the back of her mind and spends most of her time thinking. She is blossoming as an excellent hunter, but not the most skilled fighter because she over thinks her moves. She was nearly bitten by a snake on her first hunting patrol. She's been fascinated by them ever since. Secretly, she sneaks to Snake Rocks between patrols, just to watch. She's yet to be caught in the act.
Lately, she's been developing some confusing feelings for a certain tom friend. With no one to talk to about it, she has to figure out what it is on her own.
Roleplay example: ....Behold my new kitty warrior=Cheeseear
Other: I wrote a lot but it got squished by the picture.
