Post by Hamster on Dec 22, 2008 12:30:45 GMT -8
Um, this is the right place to post it, right?
Name: Smudgepaw
Age: 7 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Windclan
Position: Apprentice
Appearance:
((This is my friend's cat. Seems so friendly and sweet, compared to her personality, eh?))
She is a tortoiseshell cat, and you can probably guess from the picture that her weight is not in her favor! Her long, fluffy fur (which, to her annoyance, gets matted and dirty quickly) comes from her kittypet grandparents, as well as most of her pudginess. She has green eyes whose glare could scorch your fur, and large-ish ears that can hear quite well. It's a pity they are put to no use in the flat lands of Windclan.
Personality: Smudgepaw likes doing things her own way. She hates it when others see of her a weaker, defenseless cat, and is always ready to unsheathe her claws and lash out at another. Though it may seem that she is disrespectful, she looks up to those of higher rank and (attempts to) follow the warrior code as best as she can. Sometimes, she wonders why she was born into Windclan in the first place. She's as slow as a log, and no matter how hard she moves her legs, she can't manage to catch anything.
RP Example:
Smudgepaw poked her nose outside of the apprentice den. Leaf-bare was coming, she could taste it in the air. Inching step by step out of the warm den, the bitter air stung her. It didn't stop her, though, and she snuck out of camp, as quiet as a mouse.
She smirked. That was too easy. But, no time to gloat now. I will catch a rabbit today! she thought to herself. One moon of fruitless trying surely would reward her for her efforts, sooner or later!
Parting her jaws to taste the air, she caught the scent of a rabbit. No, finding the rabbit was not a difficult task. It was catching it that she hated.
She padded after it--despite her size, she could get around rather quietly. The rabbit twitched. Suddenly, it dashed off, two times faster than Smudgepaw could run.
"MOUSE DUNG!"
((I'm sorry for my bad RP-ingness. I'm really, really bad at writing. XD))
Name: Smudgepaw
Age: 7 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Windclan
Position: Apprentice
Appearance:
((This is my friend's cat. Seems so friendly and sweet, compared to her personality, eh?))
She is a tortoiseshell cat, and you can probably guess from the picture that her weight is not in her favor! Her long, fluffy fur (which, to her annoyance, gets matted and dirty quickly) comes from her kittypet grandparents, as well as most of her pudginess. She has green eyes whose glare could scorch your fur, and large-ish ears that can hear quite well. It's a pity they are put to no use in the flat lands of Windclan.
Personality: Smudgepaw likes doing things her own way. She hates it when others see of her a weaker, defenseless cat, and is always ready to unsheathe her claws and lash out at another. Though it may seem that she is disrespectful, she looks up to those of higher rank and (attempts to) follow the warrior code as best as she can. Sometimes, she wonders why she was born into Windclan in the first place. She's as slow as a log, and no matter how hard she moves her legs, she can't manage to catch anything.
RP Example:
Smudgepaw poked her nose outside of the apprentice den. Leaf-bare was coming, she could taste it in the air. Inching step by step out of the warm den, the bitter air stung her. It didn't stop her, though, and she snuck out of camp, as quiet as a mouse.
She smirked. That was too easy. But, no time to gloat now. I will catch a rabbit today! she thought to herself. One moon of fruitless trying surely would reward her for her efforts, sooner or later!
Parting her jaws to taste the air, she caught the scent of a rabbit. No, finding the rabbit was not a difficult task. It was catching it that she hated.
She padded after it--despite her size, she could get around rather quietly. The rabbit twitched. Suddenly, it dashed off, two times faster than Smudgepaw could run.
"MOUSE DUNG!"
((I'm sorry for my bad RP-ingness. I'm really, really bad at writing. XD))
