Name: Otterfoot

Age: 32

Gender: She-cat

Clan: Riverclan

Position: Deputy

Appearance: Otterfoot is not, 'delicate' nor is she a 'petite' she-cat that holds vainity in her personality. She is lean, and somewhat hefty for her breed of cat. Her legs are long, each packed with a balance of lean muscle for running and pouncing. Otterfoot has somewhat large paws, yet still dainty-like since of her being a she-cat. They are equipped with clear white claws. Her ears are large in size.

Moving onto her pelt it is short, though it does lengthen a tad for leafbare. Its coloration begins with light brown, which is gradually darker upon her back, and becomes lighter as it goes down her sides, head, and legs. The brown fades away into a soft white as it reaches her chest. Her legs, paws, and muzzle are lightly splotched with a muddy looking brown. Otterfoot is heavily striped with thick dark brown stripes, as her pelt is more of a light brown though. The stripes break as they go down her neck and legs, and become thick long spots.

Otterfoot has very odd eyes, they are round almond shaped.Her eye color is a mysterious blue hue.


Personality: Again like I said Otterfoot is not 'delicate', 'petite', nor is she vain. At the start, she will approach with caution, never letting her guard down as she is quite the tom-boy.

She will most likely be a troublemaker, stalking around camp, claws unsheathed. She would never take any rude comment and became respected because of it. Otterfoot is very social and loves to hang around friends. She is one to rely on with secrets and will say nothing. Otterfoot hates expressing her emotions, if she's feeling sad, which isn't likely, she'll just go down to the river and bask in the sun.

In battle, that is where she shows most of her anger, her hate, her grief. She is quick on her paws, showing a fast speed. Tooth and claw aids her in most battles. She cunning and clever and is an experienced and feared opponent.

Family, as in a mate and kits, is a dream for the she-cat. She wishes it one day, seeing as it is mostly every she-cats wish...well some.

RP Example: Otterfoot padded soundlessly over the dewy grass, her fur sleek from the drizzling rain. The musty scents of the damp turf beneath her paws covered her senses, and it almost forced her back to camp. There wasn't much chance of hunting in this weather, even for fish beneath the river's currents. The rain dripping onto the water would hide their shadows. But nevertheless, Otterfoot wanted to hunt. She couldn't stand being in camp for a second more, where restlessness pricked her like thorns. Rain or no rain, she wasn't going back.

Head held high in the air, Otterfoot parted her jaws. She could taste the fresh rain, dripping softly onto her face, but hidden beneath it was the curtained scent of water vole. Satisfaction, even through the cold, wet drops sliding off her whiskers, made Otterfoot curl her tail. She trotted toward the masked scent, her tail flicking in anticipation.