Post by x_Ghost_x on Aug 13, 2006 14:36:38 GMT -5
Name: Strewnpaw
Age: 7 Moons
Gender: Female
Clan: RockClan
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice
Description: Her long slender figure makes up the perfect body any cat can think of. Her fur is short and feels good under your figures. Her tail is fluffy, and her two mis matched eyes go perfectly with her personality. She is a Turkish Angora, and she has a wonderful, graceful walk. Her tail is somewhat long, as are her claws. Her paws are medium size, making them kind of chunky.
Personality: The young Strewnpaw plans on never growing old. Her playful behaviors always seem to be with her wherever she may go. She loves being an Apprentice, and tells herself everyday, that she will keep being one. She has a whirlwind of emotions. She is actually competetive, and loves to win. When she does not win, she will often throw verbal attacks to the cat she was playing with, and the cat is taken aback. They don't know what to do, and is she is found stomping off back to where she feels most comterable, so she could calm down. She loves to have fun, and even though she knows being a Medicine Cat Apprentice will be hard work, Strewnpaw is up for any challenge. She creates them, for the Warrior Apprentices, so she can see if she can beat them. She usually goes out every day, in the feilds to think of things, she can do. At night time, before she drifts off into another world, she thinks over her rules. These are personal rules, and if a Warrior is lucky to break them, then they will get a lecture on how it is best they not break them, or they will be sorry. Lots of cats call her something else. Though she doesn't care. She perfurs to be called different, because thats what she is. Different. Some cats laugh at her because she is different, but she laughs at all of them because they are all they same. She enjoys being wacky and fun. At sometimes she can be a complete spazz, pointing out the most random things in the world, wondering how they got there, and saying the most dumb things that people would ever think of. Then she would run around is circles, being hyper all night long. She has what she calls laugh attacks, where she can't stop laughing for three minutes straight. She has many personalitys, but she always keeps true to herself, and she is not known to lie. Most of the times, she is the most kind cat you've ever met, unless she's in a bad mood. Then she will be the most evil cat you would ever meet, and have no intention of going back to see here agin.
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History Born on a farm long away from here, Strewnpaw was not used to the costums of the Clans when she came to the forest. The farmer had left her out on the street, with her six brothers and sisters. The box said; Kittens: Free. They cars sped by, and no one noticed the box until some cold hands came down, and scooped up one of her sisters. Soon, one by one her siblings began to leave, and then only, she and he brother were left. They had a plan to stick together, and then they would run away. They both lept up out of the box and ran to the coverage of the forest. They wandered alone for days, without food, scared and alone. Soon her brother died of starvation, and she was alone and left with an empty heart. She had no one to talk to. She soon wandered into the RockClan camp, seeing tons of cats flooding into her vision. She was welcomed by a odd looking cat, and was made an Apprentice right away. After about a Moon of Training, Strewnpaw went out by the thunderpath, not suspecting what would happen if she didn't get back into her camp soon. An evil rouge came up to her, and pushed her into the roas, to an upcoming car. She got it, only her leg, but she couldn't make the rest of the Warrior training. She was forced to go to the Medicine Cat Apprentice training. She's glad that there was something for her to do, though everynight, she thinks or dreams what it would be like, being a Warrior.
RP Example: The cold dead night pounded against the white apprentices perked ears as she raced against the hard wind blowing into her mis matched eyes. The Apprentice was far away from camp, and her paws already ached from the long days work of gathering the herbs for the Medicine Cat. The light from the sun, drowned the cat, as she ran through the feilds, her legs outstreatched, like she was in somekind of picture pose. As she hit the ground, and resumed running, her thoughts began to wander aimlessly. The coldness stuck to her sides like honey, making it hard to continue on. This was nonsense, and only with her luck, could she end up alone and so very far away. A slight sigh escaped her mouth as she traveled on, lonley, and tired.
Other: ^-^
[/color]Age: 7 Moons
Gender: Female
Clan: RockClan
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice
Description: Her long slender figure makes up the perfect body any cat can think of. Her fur is short and feels good under your figures. Her tail is fluffy, and her two mis matched eyes go perfectly with her personality. She is a Turkish Angora, and she has a wonderful, graceful walk. Her tail is somewhat long, as are her claws. Her paws are medium size, making them kind of chunky.
Personality: The young Strewnpaw plans on never growing old. Her playful behaviors always seem to be with her wherever she may go. She loves being an Apprentice, and tells herself everyday, that she will keep being one. She has a whirlwind of emotions. She is actually competetive, and loves to win. When she does not win, she will often throw verbal attacks to the cat she was playing with, and the cat is taken aback. They don't know what to do, and is she is found stomping off back to where she feels most comterable, so she could calm down. She loves to have fun, and even though she knows being a Medicine Cat Apprentice will be hard work, Strewnpaw is up for any challenge. She creates them, for the Warrior Apprentices, so she can see if she can beat them. She usually goes out every day, in the feilds to think of things, she can do. At night time, before she drifts off into another world, she thinks over her rules. These are personal rules, and if a Warrior is lucky to break them, then they will get a lecture on how it is best they not break them, or they will be sorry. Lots of cats call her something else. Though she doesn't care. She perfurs to be called different, because thats what she is. Different. Some cats laugh at her because she is different, but she laughs at all of them because they are all they same. She enjoys being wacky and fun. At sometimes she can be a complete spazz, pointing out the most random things in the world, wondering how they got there, and saying the most dumb things that people would ever think of. Then she would run around is circles, being hyper all night long. She has what she calls laugh attacks, where she can't stop laughing for three minutes straight. She has many personalitys, but she always keeps true to herself, and she is not known to lie. Most of the times, she is the most kind cat you've ever met, unless she's in a bad mood. Then she will be the most evil cat you would ever meet, and have no intention of going back to see here agin.
Picture:
History Born on a farm long away from here, Strewnpaw was not used to the costums of the Clans when she came to the forest. The farmer had left her out on the street, with her six brothers and sisters. The box said; Kittens: Free. They cars sped by, and no one noticed the box until some cold hands came down, and scooped up one of her sisters. Soon, one by one her siblings began to leave, and then only, she and he brother were left. They had a plan to stick together, and then they would run away. They both lept up out of the box and ran to the coverage of the forest. They wandered alone for days, without food, scared and alone. Soon her brother died of starvation, and she was alone and left with an empty heart. She had no one to talk to. She soon wandered into the RockClan camp, seeing tons of cats flooding into her vision. She was welcomed by a odd looking cat, and was made an Apprentice right away. After about a Moon of Training, Strewnpaw went out by the thunderpath, not suspecting what would happen if she didn't get back into her camp soon. An evil rouge came up to her, and pushed her into the roas, to an upcoming car. She got it, only her leg, but she couldn't make the rest of the Warrior training. She was forced to go to the Medicine Cat Apprentice training. She's glad that there was something for her to do, though everynight, she thinks or dreams what it would be like, being a Warrior.
RP Example: The cold dead night pounded against the white apprentices perked ears as she raced against the hard wind blowing into her mis matched eyes. The Apprentice was far away from camp, and her paws already ached from the long days work of gathering the herbs for the Medicine Cat. The light from the sun, drowned the cat, as she ran through the feilds, her legs outstreatched, like she was in somekind of picture pose. As she hit the ground, and resumed running, her thoughts began to wander aimlessly. The coldness stuck to her sides like honey, making it hard to continue on. This was nonsense, and only with her luck, could she end up alone and so very far away. A slight sigh escaped her mouth as she traveled on, lonley, and tired.
Other: ^-^
It is finished though, right? Lol
