Post by Acez on Aug 3, 2010 16:38:10 GMT -8
WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
[/sub]Greykit;;Greypaw;;Greyheart;;
WHAT GENDER ARE YOU?
female[/sub]
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
7 moons[/sub]
WHAT CLAN ARE YOU LOYAL TO?
riverclan[/sub]
WHAT IS YOUR RANK?
apprentice[/sub]
WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE?
small silver she-cat with pale green eyes[/sub]
CAN YOU GO INTO MORE DETAIL PLEASE
Greypaw has a slim figure, with lanky legs that can easily cause her to trip and fall. Not that she is naturally clumsy, she is quite graceful and swift, but she finds herself tripping over her paws for laughs, or frowns from the older riverclan cats.[/sub]
Her silver coat, although pale in color, has various stripes that cross her brows to her tail, spread widely throughout her body. These stripes differ in colors and faintness. The bolder of her stripes are thicker than the others, with a dark grey color. The rest of her stripes thin out, starting at a lighter grey color before ending with a few stripes nearly the same as her own pelt.
Her eyes are pale green that often twinkle with laughter or anger, depending on her mood. Thin grey stripes trace off her face, around to the back of her head. Her appearance is untidy and ill-kept, having dirt and blades of grass clinging to her pelt, as the last thing from Greypaw's mind is her looks.
WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?
Rebellious, curious, would do anything for a good laugh. She has a hard time bowing to authority, and when she does, expect attitude and sarcasm. She's a free soul that doesn't like to be held down by rules and boundaries. She often smiles and it's not rare to hear her laugh. Greypaw can be quite lazy, hanging around in trees rather than hunt, although her dream still stands to be a great warrior. Don't call her lazy either, where she will fight ten-fold that she simply lacks motivation. By this, you can tell that Greypaw has a little temper and this usually clouds her judgment, allowing her to be easily over-run by an enemy. She is working hard on controlling it, although it seems as though it will take a long time before she finally has it under control.[/sub]
However, having experience the lost of her twin, Cloudpaw, Greypaw can be silent and withdrawn when she's alone, or she'll pause in mid-sentence, a habit that she had since she was born, as her sister would finish her words for her. When this happens, or someone catches her alone, she'll put on a pretend smile and laugh it off.
YOUR FAMILY TREE
Sister - Cloudpaw - silver she-cat - deceased[/sub]
Father - Frostfang - white and black tom
Mother - Shivertail - silver she-cat - deceased
SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT
Greypaw was always a sound-sleeper. A war could've broke out in camp and Greypaw would be sleeping away. Something jabbed her ribs and she groaned, curling closer to herself. Another jab, this one hard enough to break through her sub-conscious, causing her to open an eye angrily. Eyes half-blurred with sleep, she turned her head slowly to the entrance of the apprentice's den. As her eyes cleared, she could the shapes of the other cats forming, but that wasn't what Greypaw was looking for. The sun. The sun always told what the time was. Still squinting, she looked up wards, until she stopped. The sun had hardly reached the noon-point in the sky, which meant she still could be asleep. She turned angrily at the person in front of her, closing her eye. C'mon, I can still sleep Cloudpaw. She mumbled half-heartedly, placing her head back on her paws. Another jab, sharper and harsher than the rest. She growled, before sitting up, jaw open to snap. I'm not Cloudpaw! And her jaw snapped shut, before a wince, causing her to double over. That's right. Cloudpaw was dead, dead. Greypaw instantly straightened herself to stare at the stranger who disturbed her from her sleep. But it wasn't a stranger, it was her father. With his harsh dark eyes staring down at his daughter.[/sub]
They stared at one another for a moment's heartbeat before Frostfang continued. Come, you are wanted for a hunting patrol. Before Greypaw could say a word in protest, her father had exited the apprentice's den, leaving Greypaw on her lonesome. She looked around, seeing that the others had already left to do something. Cloudpaw was usually the one that woke her up before she got into trouble, before the warriors had to drag her from her den. But, she was gone. Sorrow filled Greypaw's gut, threatening to rise as bile but she shoved it down, shaking her head. The rest of her family had gotten over the lost, so why was she the one still hurting? She would rather be sleeping or relaxing but not tag along with her father, whose attitude was similar to that of a rock. Emotionless and cold, the only thing that Greypaw had inherited from the irritable tom was the fiery temper they both shared. Greypaw! She cringed before finally sighing, dragging her feet along the way. She'd come, but that didn't mean she would participate.
(my apologies if it is horrible, I consider myself quite good at roleplaying but the samples are so-so.)
