Apparatuspaw .ii. ColdClan

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Name: Apparatuskit}} Apparatuspaw}} Apparatusfall
Moons: 11 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: ColdClan
Rank: Apprentice [Trainies]
Short-Description:

A loud, angry youth with black fur and amber-green eyes.

Picture:

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Description:

Her head is delicately shaped, and is generally attractive. Ears stand in erect triangles upon the skull, smokey grey on the inside with little bits of fur. Neck is furry, and arches nicely into the chest and body. Legs are full, not yet muscled but have the potential to be great and strong. Paws are neat, without any blemishes, minus the fact the pawpads are the color identical to the inside of the ears. Stomach is filled nicely, slightly skinny but in an atractive way. The tail is winding and long, as a tail should be, but rather than a rounded tip, the end is pointed slightly.

The fur is ebony all around. Inside the ears and pawpads are colored smokey grey, but that's about the extent of it. The only other thing not black are the claws, which are slightly yellowing although sharp. Teeth are jagged, a lighter color than the claws but still yellowed. The nose is black, as well as her gums. The tongue is pink, only paler than other tongues. Eyes are a mix of round and almound in size, giving a nice look about her face. They're colored amber in the bottom, and fade to a somewhat pale green near the top.

Personality:

Daily, the apprentice is quiet and keeps to herself and tries to mind her own business. She has a temper about her, one that is letahal and soon to be known. Over any matter whatsoever she gets very angry and enraged, defending her standing point with what may very well be her life. She's strongly opinionated, and will back up her thoughts to the hilt even if she's wrong and knows it. It doesn't take much to calm her down, although her temper may still rage inside. She backs down when she thinks she should, but is very brave in fighting and if someone threatens her or any other cat without a good enough reason she won't hesitiate to attack.

Love is a sick idea in her opinion, so she's friends with many toms and is easy about it. Although she knows that eventually a tom will confess some weird love for her she will have no part in it, and would much rather jump into the lake. She's intrigued bu loners, and enjoys very much to talk to them and learn about their life outside the Clans. She dislikes rogues and kittypets, however. Rogues are generally rude beings to her, so she either avoids them or walks away to stop herself from attacking them and possibly dying or killing them. Kittypets are unknown to the Clan life which she is accustomed, and their bland and uninteresting views on the world don't amuse her. Although in her life she's been hurt, deception is a common thing and life, and she rolls with the punches and keeps herself above all generally happy.

History:

She was born as any other kit, although her name is rather a mystery. Perhaps because her father was previously a loner prior to joining the Clan, and knew the word and its definition. Her mother rather enjoyed the name, and agreed to name the child as such. None of the Clan mocked her for it, and even if they had she'd have told them and set them straight. Among the kits, she was more or less the third or fourth to have her parents die when she was really small. Her mother passed, although her father returned to the life of a loner at the word of his beloved's passing. For a loner he wasn't disliked through the Clan, and fit in well. When she became an apprentice, it was said that her father died of a badger attack from a patrol, but the thought didn't preturb her much as she disliked her father for leaving her stranded. Gladly an only kit, she's no family left today, and the fact doesn't bother her.

Role Playing Example:

The weather was sticky, the sun barely up and already it was humid and muggy. Birds were just getting around to waking up, and singing their morning songs. The grasses were blanketed in the typical morning dew, even around ShadowClan. Only a few of the cats were up, stirring in the breezeless morning. They were groggy, annoyed at being woken so early. The apprentices yawned, ambling about silently to go on patrols. The one who was fully awake, brazing the camp with hard topaz jewls was Sunrise. Calmly, and ever quietly, he looked up the slow activity of the camp as warriors and apprentices few alike trudge about in the early morning heat.

An internal smile crept upon his lips as he watched them, heaving their own sighs and dislike the morning for personal reasons. He stood, and stretched glazing over the cats again before beginning his call. "Dewblade, Winterpaws, Offstep, and Tinglepaw. Sunrise patrol." Sunrise trot off in the direction of the camp entrance, feeling in his fur they all woke up suddenly and began to follow him. Dewblade caught up with him swiftly, her off-white pelt seeming to hold a gorgeous lavender tint. Her eyes were the color of Parasite's, missing the cold and merciless look to them. Behind him, Winterpaws pad along. His pelt was more off-white than Dewblades, dirty in spots, although his paws were white as fresh-laid winter snow. Sunrise began to drift off, musing about the borders when he noticed that his patrol had gone missing. He turned, allowing his mouth to gape open and drink in the scents. From what the stillness told him, they'd veered off quite a while back, checking up on something or another.

Sunrise continued towards the ThunderClan border, not allowing himself to drift off any longer. The grass was silent and still, showing no hope of a breeze to lessen the weight of his pelt. Sunrise shook, amber eyes glancing right and left as he neared the Thunderpath. All appeared silent, the usual morning stampede gone as the sun rose higher into the sky. Something in his parifial flashed, yanking his attention from the Thunderpath to his safety. Along his spine, a chill ran. Deep in his chest something told him he was in danger, and not the usual kind posed by badgers or twolegs. A black and silver set of fur then pelted across in front of him, and then made a wide turn and came at him. Without quite thinking, Sunrise stepped to the left, nimbly avoiding whatever it was coming at him. For a fraction of a second he balanced on his two left paws, eyes wide and the entire space time continum seeming to slow like molasses. His right paws touched down, allowing Sunrise to spin and confront whatever it was coming from ThunderClan. As his mind braized along the thought, something clicked and Sunrise realized the threat he was now facing. From behind a bush came a cat much like him, earth-like in tone, pelt black with spots of brown in different tones. The eyes were like the sea, tinted green slightly. The look about them was ghastly, narrowed and hard.

While he was distracted, Sunrise didn't hear the silent of steps behind him, and only the claws along his flank warned him of who he was sure to be one of Rollingstorm's accomplices. He was flipped upon his side. with claws suddenly poised as his throat by silver fur with dark grey stripes along it. Sunrise gazed up into the eyes of hate, color of the clear ocean blue glaring down in a way so unfeminine yet gorgeous it was hard to tell the difference. Sunrise sighed, and simply let his body go limp. "How brave... you came alone." Rollingstorm's taunting voice lilted over Sunrise's ears, causing an involunary shudder, and Stonestepper's claw to move closer. "Just stay still and I promise she won't kill you. I'm not promising much... the poor thing has a mind of her own." he snickered, running his tongue along his teeth like a predator. Now Sunrise spoke up, "Let's make a deal... you run along and jump into the river, and I don't turn you into Firstar. Sound nice?" Sunrise didn't move, but his voice held enough venom to make Stonestepper recoil -- that was all Sunrise needed.

He leapt up, going straight for Rollingstorm. His claws were outstretched as he ran, paws lifting and raking along Rollingstorm's side brutally. "Go away, or die!" Sunrise spat, teeth bared in a snarl. Rollingstorm paused for a moment, in disbelief. Stonestepper had run off, realizing that she let one of the most important purger figures out her grasp. Sunrise had just caused Rollingstorm a severe wound, yet for some reason the heretic leader felt no pain along his side. Rather it was in his mind, which was scolding him severely for not planning things out better. In a flash, Rollingstorm's eyes were bearing down upon Sunrise, his body quivering with rage. "Just you wait, princess... you'll be crowfood yet." His feet spun, and sent him rocketing across the Thunderpath and following Stonestepper. Sunrise sighed, ears flattening onto his head as Tinglepaw came bouding across to him. "Hey Sunrise! Guess what guess what guess what!!" the apprentice was bouncing up and down, amber eyes welled with joy. Sunrise sighed, and obliged to the apprentice in a joking tone. "I don't know.. what?" a smile crept upon his face, the entire ordeal shoved to the vault deep in his mind, for later.

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[Zeddicus Zu'l Zorander]

Accepted! =D

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