Post by < Bluestarintears > on Dec 4, 2006 22:59:19 GMT -5
Name: Sorrelpaw
Age: 11 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan:NightClan
Rank:apprentice
Physical Description: Like her sister, she is a long figured cat. Sorrelpaw has light brown fur. However, there are many sorrel colored areas on her. These include her hears, which are a eccentric brownish swirl, alone with her back paws, the one stripe on the middle of her tail, and then there is a sorrel blotch running from her nose to her eyes, making somewhat of a triangular mask. She has dark brown whiskered, though one or two on each side are white. Above her left eye, there is a small but distinct white spot. Finally, she has one spot on her back, about the size of four quarters, though a very small white spot in the middle of it. Her eyes are blue, a pale, powdery blue like her sister.
Personality: The one word that pretty much describes the she-cat is timid. Sorrelpaw is a very shy and timid cat, talking to practically nobody. The only exception is her sister, which she tells everything to, and puts her entire trust into. There might be a slight occasion when she'll talk to one of her clanmates, mostly apprentices of anyone, though that is very rare. However, despite her personality, the young she-cat is a determined apprentice, and tries her hardest at evertything.
History: She was born in the clan, her parents two loyal warriors. WHen she was born, she never saw her father much, though when he did come around she was always happy. Also, when her older sister Meadowpaw came along, she was happy, and loved to play with her and her littermate and brother Swanpaw. However, when her mother died, that seemed to start her shell. Then, when her brother died, the young kit just compltely shut herself inside, except in talkint with her older sister, Meadowleaf. She is a bit scared as an apprentice, though does well, even though she stays away from all the other apprentices most of the time.
Other: She has a sister, Meadowleaf.
IC Post: Walking up the small hill, Sorrelpaw smiled as she nered the open field. Just a bit farther. Soon enough, she was there. Looking around curiously, the she-cat sat down under the small tree. This was the apprentice's favorite spot. Or perhaps not her favorite, but she always felt the need to be here. This is where she was always drawn to. Most would wonder why, most did, all but her sister. But she never explained, there was no need to. This spot was the last place her father was ever scented, or spotted even, the last trace of him. Sighing, the she-cat's powdery blue eyes looked out upon the horizon. No matter what, he always felt some pathetic hope that he was out there.
Age: 11 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan:NightClan
Rank:apprentice
Physical Description: Like her sister, she is a long figured cat. Sorrelpaw has light brown fur. However, there are many sorrel colored areas on her. These include her hears, which are a eccentric brownish swirl, alone with her back paws, the one stripe on the middle of her tail, and then there is a sorrel blotch running from her nose to her eyes, making somewhat of a triangular mask. She has dark brown whiskered, though one or two on each side are white. Above her left eye, there is a small but distinct white spot. Finally, she has one spot on her back, about the size of four quarters, though a very small white spot in the middle of it. Her eyes are blue, a pale, powdery blue like her sister.
Personality: The one word that pretty much describes the she-cat is timid. Sorrelpaw is a very shy and timid cat, talking to practically nobody. The only exception is her sister, which she tells everything to, and puts her entire trust into. There might be a slight occasion when she'll talk to one of her clanmates, mostly apprentices of anyone, though that is very rare. However, despite her personality, the young she-cat is a determined apprentice, and tries her hardest at evertything.
History: She was born in the clan, her parents two loyal warriors. WHen she was born, she never saw her father much, though when he did come around she was always happy. Also, when her older sister Meadowpaw came along, she was happy, and loved to play with her and her littermate and brother Swanpaw. However, when her mother died, that seemed to start her shell. Then, when her brother died, the young kit just compltely shut herself inside, except in talkint with her older sister, Meadowleaf. She is a bit scared as an apprentice, though does well, even though she stays away from all the other apprentices most of the time.
Other: She has a sister, Meadowleaf.
IC Post: Walking up the small hill, Sorrelpaw smiled as she nered the open field. Just a bit farther. Soon enough, she was there. Looking around curiously, the she-cat sat down under the small tree. This was the apprentice's favorite spot. Or perhaps not her favorite, but she always felt the need to be here. This is where she was always drawn to. Most would wonder why, most did, all but her sister. But she never explained, there was no need to. This spot was the last place her father was ever scented, or spotted even, the last trace of him. Sighing, the she-cat's powdery blue eyes looked out upon the horizon. No matter what, he always felt some pathetic hope that he was out there.
