Post by feather on Jan 29, 2007 17:43:13 GMT -5
Name:
Autumnpaw
Gender:
She-Cat
Age:
20 Moons
Clan:
EclipseClan
Rank:
Apprentice
Looks:
Autumnpaw is a small tabby she cat with a long tail and bandy legs. She has a lovely brown pelt, flecked with bits of amber and grey. Her tabby markings are black as the night, and complex and plentiful, swirling across most of her body. She has a white muzzle, three white paws, and a white tail tip. She also has a patch of white of her chest. Her eyes are a vibrant green; the get lighter towards the centre.
Actions:
Autumnpaw is a very quiet she cat. She doesn't talk much, and when she does it is usually to offer advice and tips. She is intelligent and wise, with a very low level of self confidence. She usually sticks with her friends, the other apprentices, even though she has been ready to become a warrior for quite some time now. (Her training was paused for a while due to a severe leg injury.) She loves kits, and has always wanted an apprentice of her own. She loves to listen, and is a good, loyal friend and clan cat.
Past:
Autumnpaw has lived a fairly normal life, by clan standard. Born to Jayfeather and Silkwhisker, she grew up in a loving environment. When she was six moons old, her father Jayfeather was struck on the Thunderpath and killed. Her mother, overwhelmed with grief, ate deathberries and killed herself. Since then Autumnpaw has shared with very few, only her most trusted. When she was about a moon away from her warrior ceremony, she injured herself very badly. She was practising climbing when the brach gave way. She was lucky to survive, but she injured her leg badly and that delayed her training for quite some time.
In Character:
Autumnpaw trekked slowly along, the moonlight casting dark shadows across the forest floor. She felt at home in the night, like it was where she belonged. She seemed to always be in the dark, in her own separate world, always keeping to herself. The wind whispered through the large trees, and Autumnpaw sighed. Maybe, since she wasn't on a patrol she could catch a snack. She dropped low, her tabby pelt providing excellent camouflage. She tasted the air and picked out the different scents. Fox, but thank StarClan it's stale. And... mouse. Soon enough, she could see the little gray creature, scurrying among some brambles. She crept closer, closer...
Relationships/Kin:
Jayfeather-father (Deceased)
Silkwhisker-Mother (Deceased)
Other:
Nothing much.
Codewords:
Poison tears crash down.