Post by Melony on Aug 27, 2010 12:32:16 GMT -8
Drawn by yours truly, who forgot to color the eye shine white.
WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
[/sub]Gingerkit, Gingerpaw
WHAT GENDER ARE YOU?
She-Cat[/sub]
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
10 Moons[/sub]
WHAT CLAN ARE YOU LOYAL TO?
Windclan[/sub]
WHAT IS YOUR RANK?
Medicine Cat Apprentice[/sub]
WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE?
Flame lynx point oriental longhair with copper eyes.[/sub]
CAN YOU GO INTO MORE DETAIL PLEASE
Gingerpaw's coloration is fairly simple. The majority of her body is a pale orange-cream shade. Her legs, tail and face are pale orange. On each of her front legs, she has five darker orange stripes, with three in the light orange area, one between the transition, and one in the palest color. Her hind legs have four of these dark orange stripes, with two in the pale orange area and two in the orange-cream area. Her tail has seven dark orange rings and a dark orange tip. The traditional tabby face markings are seen on her face in dark orange, and her ears are dark orange as well. Her nose and paw pads are pink.[/sub]
Like other longhaired oriental cats, Gingerpaw's fur is long on her tail and medium length elsewhere. She is slim of build and a bit on the small side for her breed. Although pointed cats usually have blue eyes, hers are copper in color.
WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?
Gingerpaw is a well-mannered she-cat who speaks softly and is very conscientious of the feelings of others. She is careful not to say anything that might ruffle feathers and apologizes fervently if her words accidentally upset someone. She's a shy girl, mostly keeping to small groups or, preferably, herself.[/sub]
She's quite smart, as well as a fast learner, so it comes as no surprise to members of the clan that she was chosen as the Medicine Cat's apprentice. Gingerpaw is very dedicated to her training, to the point that some might see her as a workaholic. She doesn't spend a lot of idle time, in fact she's been known to work herself into a state of near-unconsciousness at times.
YOUR FAMILY TREE
Moonfur - Mother - Windclan - Lilac point with blue eyes[/sub]
Shadowclaws - Father- Windclan - Black with gold eyes
SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT
Looking at the other profiles, I have assumed it doesn't need to be of this character. If I'm wrong please tell me.[/sub]Go out and explore, his mother had said. Wander around and play, take in the beautiful surroundings. Without her. Being the obedient child, Draven had of course toddled off as Shadowstrike had told him too. Being a runt, however, meant he did this with an understandable amount of anxiety and apprehension. This was his first time outside without her supervision, without her to run to and hide behind if things got hairy. Had this been his father’s idea? He was always telling Draven to toughen up, whatever that meant. Surely he had something to do with this rash decision Mommy had made.
Whatever the case, the tiny Blackblood was now camped out by the pond, looking very out of place in such brightly-colored surroundings. Teal eyes were focused on the rippling surface, scanning back and forth in search of movement. His mother had told him about Inaria, how its lakes were filled with fish when it was the right season. Surely the pond had fish too? At his age, the fact that fish would need a way into the water source didn’t come anywhere the surface of his mind, nor did the fact that a lack of a stream connecting to the pond would make fish reaching it impossible. Thus his search would be in vain.
Or maybe it wouldn’t.
He caught movement out of the corner of his right eye. Not having expected that, the pup let out a quiet yelp of surprise before shifting his gaze to a very peculiar creature. It was small and had long, skinny legs. Even stranger, it appeared to be standing on the water! Draven lifted an eyebrow as it skated a few inches along the surface, his tail wiggling in excitement. What a cool little animal! Its trick got him wondering if he could stand on the water too. A light gray paw stretched out, gingerly touching the water. It was floating! Again, puppy logic prevented him from understanding that it was only floating because he wasn’t applying any weight. He repeated the action with his other front paw, seeing the same result and smiling at his success. Back feet pushed against the ground, sending the front of his body forward and-
SPLAT
Draven let out a whine as he backed away from the pond, a paw over his now-bloody nose.
