Post by //Forgotten\\ on Feb 18, 2008 18:28:38 GMT -5
They call me Twilightpaw
I like to express my feminine instincts.
It's been 6 moons since I was born
I'm a proud member of BrightClan
I just became an apprentice
As you can see, I am a she-cat who's whole pelt is as black as night itself. My eyes are said to be like emeralds. I have a small body, but that means I can fit into some of the smallest spaces, that most apprentices can't. My whiskers are regular length, if not a little longer, and my tail length is pretty long, too. But I have smaller and weaker back legs, so I can't jump as high as other apprentices. Others say my nose is a rosy red. My whole pelt is pure black, as I said earlier. Not only that, but it is also completly scratch-free.
I'm a pretty stuborn apprentice. I am not afraid to express my point of view, even to the clan leader. Of course, if I was expressing them to anyone older than me, I'd be polite. Whenever I get angry, it's like I turn into a whole new me. It's true that I haven't ever been in a battle, but if I ever have to go in a battle, I'll defend my clan with my life, like all the other apprentices and warriors in my clan. To describe myself in three words, I'd pick loyal, trustworthy and brave. Or, at least, that's just my opinion.
When I was born, my mother took me to the forest, in Brightclan territory, and dumped me there. A patrol found me there, on the border, and took me back to their camp. They followed the warrior code, and took me in. I've always needed to prove myself worthy, because I'm not clanborn.
A black cat stared up at the identical black sky, deep in thought. Any cat could guess what she was thinking about. Her past, of course. Twilightpaw had just became an apprentice, and she was worried that her clan wouldn't accept her because she wasn't clanborn. 'I wonder if my father was a clan cat...' she thought, as she continued to stare up at the moon and the stars. She would have kept staring at the stars for hours if her mentor hadn't came by. "Twilightpaw? What are you doing here?" the cat asked. "Hmm?" Twilightpaw said, coming back to reality. "Oh, just thinking..." "About your kin?" "Yes." Twilightpaw answered. "Well, shouldn't you be getting back to camp? It's getting pretty dark out." "Yeah. I guess you're right..." Twilightpaw said, getting up. She streached her legs, and then walked back to the camp with her mentor. "It doesn't matter now..." Twilightpaw decided. "I'm a clan cat, and no one can say otherwise. No one.
I come from a family of wanderers, or loners. My mother was a violent rouge, and I never knew my father. I have no littermates... or none that I know of.
Poison tears crash down
I'll finish this later...
