Post by kusuri on Sept 23, 2008 19:23:20 GMT -5
Name: Bleakpaw
Moons: 14 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: ColdClan
Rank: Apprentice [Trainies]
Short-Description:
Moons: 14 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: ColdClan
Rank: Apprentice [Trainies]
Short-Description:
Amber eyed, calico she-cat.Picture:
i5.photobucket.com/albums/y172/Kaptivating/Horse%20pics/955133.jpgDescription:
A rather compact,thickset cat.Her pelt is of very short length and colored calico.She is majorly white with large patches of color. She has a stern,round face with piercing yellow eyes.Her ears are set well apart and are small and round.This stocky cat has short,well muscled legs.She has large paws for her size. Her nose is salmon colored and really stands out on her cream and white muzzle.Personality:
Cats of other clans see Bleakpaw as distrustful and cold, even around her clanmates. She tends to be rather reclusive.The calico is very insecure about herself, and worries often about ever finding a mate in the future due to her build.She hides this by bullying other kits and apprentices. To make up for her lack of size, she is rather fierce on the battlefield and takes a somewhat savage pleasure in battling toms.She also uses her yellow eyes to her advantage in intimidating other cats,especially kits.She isn't very ambitious at the moment, but she wouldn't mind leading the clan one day.History:
She was born to a Coldclan queen prematurely.Of the litter of five,only she survived to apprentice age.She was constantly teased for her small size.Whether the kit or cat saying this was joking or serious, she would attack them viciously.She was kind to no cat but her mother until she overheard her dam complaining to another queen.Role Playing Example:
"Of all the kits in the litter, the one that had to survive was an ugly stump leg."
Hurt more than any cat could know, she grew distant and cold, even from her mother.When the apprentice ceremony came, she was glad to be further away from the one cat she was supposed to trust and love.
The tiny she-cat lurched after the ball of moss that was her prey.Yellow eyes intense,she froze,then pounced onto her toy.Her chest filled with pride as she regarded her "kill". Her haughtiness faded away as a passing kit snorted and chuckled.Other:
"You need to work on that pounce mouseling, it barely measures a crow hop!"
Eyes smoldering, she spat an obscenity(which she had overheard from a warrior) at the kit and stalked away.Fur still on end, she sought out her mother for comfort.The breeze was blowing the queen's scent her way,so the calico kit decided to practice her stealth.Little paws almost silent, she hid behind some brush as soon as she saw her mother.Trembling in excitement she crept closer.When she was three rabbit lengths away, she noticed her mother was sharing tongues with another queen.Intrigued, she perked her round ears.
"That Bleakpaw, she sure is something else. A little terror if I ever saw one."
To Bleakpaw's astonishment, her mother flicked her ears in agreement.
"Ugh.I know.She always wants to be around me.Can't get her away from my flank for a second! If she would grow some backbone and ignore the taunts, she would be a normal kit.The other kits can't help but tease her...Mousebile! Of all the kits in the litter, the one that had to survive was an ugly stump leg!"
The she cat stiffened and her ears laid flat on her skull. Fur flat and eyes dull, she stumbled into plain view of her mother.The queen tensed visibly and shot to her paws,toward her daughter. Bleakpaw's fur stood straight on end and she hissed,little claws scoring her mother's leg.Golden eyes narrowed, she turned and fled to the nursery.
She is a natural sprinter and works in short bursts of speed.Her fighting style is mostly darting and slashing,never staying in one place.If she is pinned by a heavier cat, the battle is usually done for her.She often dishonorably aims for the tom's tender bits.
