Post by jcmt on Oct 13, 2006 17:16:33 GMT -5
Name:Littlepaw
Rank:Apprentice
Clan:RiverClan
Gender:She~cat
Age:7 moons
Picture:None
Physical Description:Littlepaw is a regular sized apprentice with smaller paws than usual. Her teeth are very sharp, for she attends most battles. She has white paws in the areas that they would be on a siamese, but just white instead of brown. Her tail-tip is brown with a few white speckles. The rest of her fur is black, and her eyes are blue.
Personality:Littlepaw loves to explore. She would, in fact, be a better ThunderClanner than a RiverClanner. She loves the forest, and she is also allergic to rats, so she would be the worst ShadowClanner you could imagine. She loves high winds, like a WindClanner. She prefers fish more than mice and squirrels. She is fierce and ready to battle at any time when needed. She would be a perfect deputy, though she did not want to be one.
History:Littlepaw kept away from the other kits when she was still known as Littlekit. She rarely felt pain when they wrestled, and she was ready for most attacks. She only showed her face when it was time to playfight, always shy when they weren't. She fought greencough when it came, barely managing to stay alive and staying in the medicine cat's den for about three moons. Luckily enough, she had still been a kit then. She was extremely excited when she was made an apprentice. Her father was an ugly ThunderClan cat that died from greencough after the battle that his mate died in. Her mother was an excellent WindClanner, and she died from a harsh battle. Littlepaw was wandering on RiverClan territory, having been through enough streams already to nearly wash off all of her WindClan scent. She was very tired, and she collapsed at the side of a river. When she slowly moved forward to get a drink, the swift water rushed her off the slippery bank and sooner than later she was found by a RiverClan patrol, and it was after that that she got greencough, for it was leaf-bare, but the river had been fast enough to not freeze over.
IC: " Nooooo!!!!!!! " Littlepaw turned in suprise. " What's wrong? " She asked, not seeing why the old tom was yowling. Then she saw. His mate had just been killed by a vicious warrior. The warrior glared at him. " Are you becoming a WindClanner or something? " The tom hissed, showing sharp teeth. " What's going on? " Littlepaw asked, but they didn't turn to her. " No, she was the mother of my kits! " The tom glared at him. " Disloyal cat! " he growled, then he bounded away. Sudenly, everything started to fade. Littlepaw raced toward her father, then he disappeared.
Gasping, the apprentice woke. Her head was up before her eyes opened. Littlepaw could hear her heart thumping in her chest. She glanced around. All of the other apprentices were still asleep. It had just been a dream of her past, that was all. She placed her head back on the ground, trying to get back to sleep. It seemed impossible. Littlepaw tried to shake the dream out of her head. That seemed impossible, too. She stood up and slowly padded out of the apprentice's den, creeping away from camp.
Littlepaw sighed in relief, glad to be out of camp. She trotted over to the river, gazing down at it's surface. Her paws brought her to the bank. Littlepaw gasped at what she saw. The battle was replaying in her mind, but this time there was more, and to her it appeared on the water, not in her mind. RiverClan was racing to the battle, for it was on their territory. " They could at least have had it at Fourtrees! " the medicince cat muttered, following the cats with an apprentice that had a bundle of herbs in it's mouth. Littlepaw closed her eyes. The cats all disappeared. When she opened them again, she could finally see the water correctly. She gazed down at her reflection, barely blinking.
Password: Pickles
Rank:Apprentice
Clan:RiverClan
Gender:She~cat
Age:7 moons
Picture:None
Physical Description:Littlepaw is a regular sized apprentice with smaller paws than usual. Her teeth are very sharp, for she attends most battles. She has white paws in the areas that they would be on a siamese, but just white instead of brown. Her tail-tip is brown with a few white speckles. The rest of her fur is black, and her eyes are blue.
Personality:Littlepaw loves to explore. She would, in fact, be a better ThunderClanner than a RiverClanner. She loves the forest, and she is also allergic to rats, so she would be the worst ShadowClanner you could imagine. She loves high winds, like a WindClanner. She prefers fish more than mice and squirrels. She is fierce and ready to battle at any time when needed. She would be a perfect deputy, though she did not want to be one.
History:Littlepaw kept away from the other kits when she was still known as Littlekit. She rarely felt pain when they wrestled, and she was ready for most attacks. She only showed her face when it was time to playfight, always shy when they weren't. She fought greencough when it came, barely managing to stay alive and staying in the medicine cat's den for about three moons. Luckily enough, she had still been a kit then. She was extremely excited when she was made an apprentice. Her father was an ugly ThunderClan cat that died from greencough after the battle that his mate died in. Her mother was an excellent WindClanner, and she died from a harsh battle. Littlepaw was wandering on RiverClan territory, having been through enough streams already to nearly wash off all of her WindClan scent. She was very tired, and she collapsed at the side of a river. When she slowly moved forward to get a drink, the swift water rushed her off the slippery bank and sooner than later she was found by a RiverClan patrol, and it was after that that she got greencough, for it was leaf-bare, but the river had been fast enough to not freeze over.
IC: " Nooooo!!!!!!! " Littlepaw turned in suprise. " What's wrong? " She asked, not seeing why the old tom was yowling. Then she saw. His mate had just been killed by a vicious warrior. The warrior glared at him. " Are you becoming a WindClanner or something? " The tom hissed, showing sharp teeth. " What's going on? " Littlepaw asked, but they didn't turn to her. " No, she was the mother of my kits! " The tom glared at him. " Disloyal cat! " he growled, then he bounded away. Sudenly, everything started to fade. Littlepaw raced toward her father, then he disappeared.
Gasping, the apprentice woke. Her head was up before her eyes opened. Littlepaw could hear her heart thumping in her chest. She glanced around. All of the other apprentices were still asleep. It had just been a dream of her past, that was all. She placed her head back on the ground, trying to get back to sleep. It seemed impossible. Littlepaw tried to shake the dream out of her head. That seemed impossible, too. She stood up and slowly padded out of the apprentice's den, creeping away from camp.
Littlepaw sighed in relief, glad to be out of camp. She trotted over to the river, gazing down at it's surface. Her paws brought her to the bank. Littlepaw gasped at what she saw. The battle was replaying in her mind, but this time there was more, and to her it appeared on the water, not in her mind. RiverClan was racing to the battle, for it was on their territory. " They could at least have had it at Fourtrees! " the medicince cat muttered, following the cats with an apprentice that had a bundle of herbs in it's mouth. Littlepaw closed her eyes. The cats all disappeared. When she opened them again, she could finally see the water correctly. She gazed down at her reflection, barely blinking.
Password: Pickles
