Post by ☆ Y e l l o w ☆ on Aug 16, 2009 10:49:09 GMT -6
Name: Graypaw
Age: 7 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: RiverClan
Mentor: Puddlepelt
Rank: Apprentice
M/C: Open
Kin:
Graypelt- Father (Deceased)
Description: Graypaw is sturdily build and well proportioned for a RiverClan cat. With strong legs and shoulders, he is muscular without looking too bulky and can keep moving for a while without running out of energy. He appears fairly average, not looking too big or too small, too long or too thin. As his name obviously states, Graypaw has mostly gray fur that is neither light nor dark. It's a middle shade, with pale tabby stripes running all the way down his back and sides. The gray coloring is rather plain, aside from the stripes, and doesn't have any extra colors or markings that make him stand out. His protective undercoat is a lighter gray color and about as thick as his outer coat. He has a long tail that is tipped with the same gray color and lined with stripes. His yellow eyes are bright on the outer edges but change into a darker amber closer to the center.
Personality: Graypaw is still very young and still has the youthfulness of a kitten. He likes to fool around and play fight and daydream just as he did when he was a kit. Though not as energetic as some of the other apprentices, he still loves having a fun and doesn't like to miss out. He also isn't as mischievous as some of the others- slightly more mellow and not liking to take things too far. He is surprisingly mature when it comes to knowing when enough is enough. And now that he's started training, he tries to focus more on that than goofing off. Graypaw tries to keep a lid on his short temper, as he can get easily annoyed, and at those times he usually goes off by himself. He normally has a positive attitude but there are also times when he gets irritated and his mood can reverse into a negative one.
History: His father died before he was born. Graypaw had always been told as he grew up that it was from an incident at the gorge with a WindClan patrol. Young and naive, he believed them. The stories let him to have mixed feelings about WindClan. He had always wondered: Had it been an accident? Did a WindClan cat shove his father off the cliff on purpose? None of these questions had ever been answered for him. For most of his kithood, he felt as if a storm cloud was lingering above him. As long as he didn't know the truth, the mystery always haunted him. He had never known his father, but some parts of him still grieved. After all, they were family, and Graypaw was, in fact, named after his father, Graypelt.
Regardless of the mysteries of what happened before his birth, he grew up a healthy kitten. There were plenty of other kits in the nursery to play with, so he was hardly bored. He loved fun, though he didn't purposely go around annoying older cats like some of the other kits did. He knew how to behave well and often didn't do troublesome things, even if that meant he missed out on the fun.
He was apprenticed at 6 moons old, just as any other kit would be. Finally able to explore outside of camp, he was amazed at how big the world was. When his mentor took him on a tour of the territory, Graypaw was able to see the gorge for himself. Looking down the steep cliff, he only wondered more what had happened to his father. But he thinks might never find out. He has only been an apprentice for one moon and still has a lot to learn before he becomes a warrior.
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