Post by .x.Dawn.x. on Sept 13, 2008 21:18:32 GMT -5
Name: Spiritpaw
Moons: 10 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: AirClan
Rank: Apprentice [Trainies]
Short-Description:
Moons: 10 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: AirClan
Rank: Apprentice [Trainies]
Short-Description:
Long-legged gray tom with icy blue eyes.Picture:
i162.photobucket.com/albums/t256/wildjewels/A920TN.jpg {I don't have an art program on my computer, so D: But that's what he would look like. With icy blue eyes that is. }Description:
Spiritpaw is a dark whispy grey color. His pelt makes him look like he could easily just be blown away by the wind and like there's nothing to his skinny form. Lighter flecks of grey are around his head and paws, but not another color touches his pelt.Personality:
The tom's eyes are a very piercing icy blue color. From far away, they make him look calm and collected. But once you get closer, they make him look fierce and angered. His build is slim and long-legged, almost sickly as of now. His fur hangs loosely around his body, and a slight crook is in his tail. The tom is taller then the average apprentice, and has a long tail to go along with it. He's very graceful with his long legs and wispy fur, but some cats worry about him and his skeletal appearance.
Spiritpaw is a very happy little bouncing ball of fur. As a kit, he enjoyed romping with den-mates and siblings, or sneaking out of camp with some rambunctious others. Now, he will still be willing to talk to anyone but isn't as 'bouncy' as when he was a kit. Though, that's only one side of him.History:
Other times, the tom could seem very distant and would just sit and want quiet and to be alone. No one knew how he could possibly go from the talkative and energetic cat to the quiet and peace-wanting cat, but they left him alone when he had the other mood.
In a blink of an eye or a twitch of a tail, the tom can stop talking and just sit listening. He's very changeable in his moods, and sometimes will annoy others.
The young kit was born from two honest warriors; Silentstep and Darkcloud. The two had three kits; Spiritkit, Thrushkit, and Dawnkit. Silentstep was mute, and she had been the only queen in the nursery at that time. When she had her kits, no one was around to help her, and the she-cat died giving birth. All three kits where mothered from an warrior, who had lost her kits about a moon ago. They looked nothing like the she-cat, but didn't mind. Thier father was dark grey and black, while thier mother was pure white. The adopted mother was brown, which none of them had that color.Role Playing Example:
As they grew, Spiritkit was always tallest of them all, but seemed to be very frail. He had a lithe and almost sickly form, no matter how fast he was. His father worried about him, yet Spiritkit proved to be strongest. In Leafbare, all three kits fell ill. Thrushkit was the first one to go, then Dawnkit. Spiritkit pulled through somehow, put no one could figure out how. Yet, he did. And made the rest of his days as best he could.
Any den-mates or apprentices that would play with him, he played and talked and listen to elder's stories in some spare time. His father loved watching his son grow, but was always afraid something would happen to him. The kit looked like he would blow away if a large wind came through. No matter how graceful and seemingly strong he was, he always looked sickly or frail.
The tom grew though, and gained some muscle. But he still looked like a newborn kit could knock him over. Countless times he heard his father saying that he wanted him to become the medicine cat apprentice, but Spiritkit would have none of this. He talked it over, and demanded that he was to become a normal apprentice. Finally, his request was accepted.
Spiritpaw sat in front of the apprentice's den, tail curled around his paws and icy blue eyes scanning the camp. It was a nice day today, a cooling breeze coming through every now and then and the sun shining almost directly overhead. Rain wasn't in the forecast, that was sure. The sky was clear, no cloud to be seen for as far as the eyes could see.Other:
Letting out a slight sigh and standing up, he shook off, wobbling a bit and giving a yawn. Maybe he should go out and catch something...His mentor wasn't to be seen, but it would be good practice. Slipping out of camp without a noise. He padded quietly across the territory, whiskers twitching and scenting the air. After a few moments he caught the scent of a vole, ears flicking forward as he tracked down the scuffling creature.
Crouch. Listen. Step forward. Pounce.
A squeak and a scuffle and the creature was dead, Spiritpaw staring at it for a moment before picking it up in his mouth and turning to walk back to camp. He wasn't hungry himself, so he would just add it to the pile, or give it to his mentor if he saw them.
I realized that he seems a lot like Mistpaw xD Didn't mean it to be that way, and I'll change him if there's something wrong with that ^^;
Maybe after the activity check you could keep him the way he is? 