Post by BeachPaw on Apr 10, 2007 14:14:46 GMT -5
b]Name[/b]: BeachPaw
Gender:She-Cat
Clan:RiverClan
Age in Moons:6 moons old
Position: Apprentice
Description:She is a beautiful sandy colored tabby she-cat with huge crystal blue eyes and a small pink nose. She has short thin fur which becomes a problem in leaf bare. She has three short claw marks in her flank from when a bader attacked her and her sisters before their mother fought it away. Her front left paw is jet black with dark black nails and the rest of her paws are dark brown with white claws. Her wiskers are all black and at the ends their white.
Personality: BeachPaw is a very fiesty cat and sticks with her ideas all the way through. She is kind and loves kits someday she hopes to be a queen with kits of her own. She looks foward to becoming a warrior and fighting alongside her clan till death. She is very loyal to her leader but disagrees with almost everyone else. Her attitude tward training is great she loves hunting and battling her mentor while learning skills.
History:BeachPaw is a born clan cat by her mother SilverWind and her father BlackFlame. She Has two sisters and one brother who she loves dearly. Her sisters are very close to her and look exactly like her and she loves them more than anything. She as a kit had many adventures to the bank of the river and brought many beached fish thats mostly how she got her name.
RP: BeachPaw looked across the river and squinted her eyes on the opposite bank staring back at her was a jet black tom cat with silver eyes. His hard gaze softend as his eyes met hers. she felt she was love with this mysterious cat but knew this was against the rules. She quickly turned away trying not to think about him but she knew she would never forget about him. She turned back to him and swam across the river to meet his silver gaze. "Who are you" she meowed curiously he replyed with one word "OakPaw". She gazed up at him with her huge crystal blue eyes and touched his nose he touched hers right back. "we cant talk now if you love me meet me at the next gathering behind the tall sycamore," and without another word he left.
Gender:She-Cat
Clan:RiverClan
Age in Moons:6 moons old
Position: Apprentice
Description:She is a beautiful sandy colored tabby she-cat with huge crystal blue eyes and a small pink nose. She has short thin fur which becomes a problem in leaf bare. She has three short claw marks in her flank from when a bader attacked her and her sisters before their mother fought it away. Her front left paw is jet black with dark black nails and the rest of her paws are dark brown with white claws. Her wiskers are all black and at the ends their white.
Personality: BeachPaw is a very fiesty cat and sticks with her ideas all the way through. She is kind and loves kits someday she hopes to be a queen with kits of her own. She looks foward to becoming a warrior and fighting alongside her clan till death. She is very loyal to her leader but disagrees with almost everyone else. Her attitude tward training is great she loves hunting and battling her mentor while learning skills.
History:BeachPaw is a born clan cat by her mother SilverWind and her father BlackFlame. She Has two sisters and one brother who she loves dearly. Her sisters are very close to her and look exactly like her and she loves them more than anything. She as a kit had many adventures to the bank of the river and brought many beached fish thats mostly how she got her name.
RP: BeachPaw looked across the river and squinted her eyes on the opposite bank staring back at her was a jet black tom cat with silver eyes. His hard gaze softend as his eyes met hers. she felt she was love with this mysterious cat but knew this was against the rules. She quickly turned away trying not to think about him but she knew she would never forget about him. She turned back to him and swam across the river to meet his silver gaze. "Who are you" she meowed curiously he replyed with one word "OakPaw". She gazed up at him with her huge crystal blue eyes and touched his nose he touched hers right back. "we cant talk now if you love me meet me at the next gathering behind the tall sycamore," and without another word he left.
