Runningpaw {AirClan}

[Marea]

Name: Runningpaw
Moons: 6 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: AirClan
Rank: Apprentice [Trainies]
Short-Description:

A clever blue-gray she-cat with seawater-colored eyes.

Picture:

Description:

Runningpaw is a blue-gray she-cat. Runningpaw and her sister, Dovepaw ended up looking very similar to one another. They are identical in every way actually, there is no way to tell the difference between the two other than their personalities, which are rather similar. Runningpaw’s pelt has a middle shade of gray, it is not extremely dark, but not pale. This layer of gray fur is then covered with a more prominent blue coat that turns silver in the moonlight. Their fur is rather long and thin, making leaf-bares a bit harsh. The two apprentices are a bit small for their age, hardly taller than a kit. Runningpaw have small rounded ears and a short muzzle with a dark gray nose. Her eyes are a mixture of green and blue, like seawater.

Personality:

A bundle of trouble is the image you get from Runningpaw, she and her sister often times switch identities to confuse others, so no one is absolutely sure which is which, and they find that a good thing. Runningpaw is the smarter and craftier of the two, always plotting to confuse people they don’t like, they have earned a reputation for being rather annoying. Though when it comes to training and such, you can find this cat to be involved and ready to learn, always offering to be the first to try something in a group training session. She is fierce and deadly in battle, not afraid to kill her opponent. Some say it is because her parents died when she was little and she takes her rage out on her opponents, while others say she is just dedicated. If you were to ask her, she would just shrug and walk off. She is very good at dealing with issues that involve her, because she simply apologizes then walks off to plot another plan, though that doesn’t sound mature be thankful she could be screaming and crying and disrupting peace. Runningpaw is not much the flirter but she is more outgoing of the two and will always be looking to hang out with friends, drawing them into her evilness. Truthfully, Runningpaw isn’t evil, she is friendly and kind, but looking to stir up trouble to add more drama to the daily life of her clan mates, she thinks it is an awesome gift for them. She is rather rough when hanging around with her friends and kits, but she ignores that and tries to live life to the fullest.

History:

Runningpaw was born as Runningkit in newleaf. She doesn’t remember much about her kithood, mainly running around and playing with Dovepaw, Dovekit at the time. About three moons after their birth, their mother died. Runningkit understood the fact that their mother had gone to StarClan, but the reason remains a mystery to her. Together she and her sister mourned the loss of their mother. A few days later they had recovered and were playing again, but the memory of the queen never left their minds.
And then, when Runningkit was four and a half moons old, she wondered something. Where was their father? She and Dovekit knew he had been clan born, from the stories their mother once told about him. She never mentioned what happened to him, though. Two ideas soon formed in the kit’s mind: Either he had run away, or he had died. Runningkit seriously hoped it wasn’t the first idea.

Soon the two kits’ apprentice ceremony came. Runningkit was pronounced Runningpaw and Dovekit became Dovepaw. Runningpaw remembers that she was filled with joy that day, and continues to work hard even if she does play around a bit with her sister.

Role Playing Example:

Water lapped quietly at the shore, slapping against it then receding, repeating the comforting sound over and over. A soft wind blew through, carrying the salty spray through the air. The breeze played with fur, making it stand and dance. Anima merely flicked her tail in amusement.
Was this her territory? No. Yet it was one of her favorite places to come, to get away and enjoy the salty air, to clear her thoughts. Anima inhaled deeply, the air stinging her nose slightly. All was right for now.

And then a familiar scent was carried on the wind, a scent that was very welcome: mouse. Anima dropped into a hunting stance worthy of the most skilled hunters, lightly crawling forward pawstep by pawstep. She easily picked out the prey from its surroundings. Heartbeats came and passed, and before long Anima’s imagination came in to play. It was no longer a mouse the leader was stalking; no, it was a trespassing cat. The very thought made the she-cat’s whiskers curl. Sharp green eyes blinked.
No, she scolded herself in her mind, Now is not the time to get distracted.

Before much longer the mouse looked over its shoulder, and Anima leapt at it. The poor creature hardly had time to squeak before its neck snapped and its body lay limp at her paws. She inhaled the salty once more, lifting her muzzle towards the darkening sky. The first stars started to twinkle and dance overhead, and Anima picked up the scrap of gray fur in her jaws. She easily leapt in the direction of her destination, the she-cat’s paws finding the familiar path to her home. Soon a welcoming scent flooded her nostrils: the scent of her band.
At least I’ll have prey to take home with me.

Other:

The Roleplay example is from a site I roleplay on, I hope that's okay.

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Accepted!
Interesting characters. ^^