Post by sadiebutt on Aug 15, 2010 12:31:04 GMT -5
Name: Darkpaw
Gender: She-cat
Age: Ten moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Apprentice
Mentor: Lightheart
Love Interest: Open
Kin: None
Description: Darkpaw is an all black cat with large amber eyes. Her dark fur is short, thick, and sheds almost constantly. The she-cat's tail is shorter than that of most cats though it is not a stub, making balancing difficult for her. She is a sleek cat with almost no muscle at all. Although she has a lighter weight than some cats, she is rather clumsy making her lousy at hunting. Maybe with a little bit more practice she'll have better balance. However, with her long claws and impulsive attitude she will be a good weapon for battles to come. Even if she's clumsy.
Personality: A quiet cat, she only really opens up to those closest to her, and even getting to that part of friendship is difficult. Keeping to herself only seems natural to her as her mother and father ignored her for the most part. She is not sorry for herself; there are other cats with no family at all so she is happy with what has been given to her. Of course, occasionally the quietness is just covering up the troublemaker she really is. For instance when she was a kit she wanted to explore the medicine cats den so she pretended to be ill. Her mother and father were worried and bothered the medicine cat constantly. In the end Darkpaw was let off the hook but not before causing many tense cats in ShadowClan. Darkpaw is loyal to the end, she won’t turn her back on any cat or her clan unless they’ve betrayed her in the worst possible way. Even then, she would race to help anyone in real trouble. Being loyal has it's setbacks, one being that she can't turn her back on a cat even if she tried. She has a kind heart, though she is temperamental. She does not blow up when she is upset she usually keeps her feelings bottled up in side until she bursts. That part of her is her worst enemy.
History: Petalfur had Darkpaw when she was twenty moons old. Darkpaw's mother had only been a warrior for six moons when she was moved to the nursery. Darkpaw had a brother; the two were extremely close. Nightpaw and Darkpaw, best friends and siblings forever. When they were apprentices Nightpaw fell for a loner, who was called Kestrel. She was a young and pretty she-cat who shared the same interests as Nightpaw, they were perfect together. Kestrel urged her brother to leave with her and he agreed, not thinking of the position he would put his sister in. His sister who knew of the relationship and would have to deal with what he left behind. After the clan had searched for him long enough they gave up and assumed he was dead.
Petalfur grieved, their father was angry and they forgot about Darkpaw. Nightpaw had not been their favorite; it was the exact opposite, but the loss of their only son left Darkpaw alone in the clan. She had a few friends but she had lost the cat closest to her. Darkpaw took the loss in the only way she knew how, to suck it up and pretend it did not happen. Of course, it had happened and left Darkpaw with more than her brother gone. Her trust was gone as well.
Other: None
Roleplay Example: Darkpaw’s black fur brushed up against his white pelt for the last time, although she didn’t know she wouldn’t see her love’s amber eyes staring into hers again. They were headed off to battle, she was nervous. Her stomach had a knot and her throat had a large lump, she could hardly whisper to her best friend. “I love you.” she gasped. Darkpaw was young but she knew that her feelings for her best friend were more than friendship. He looked her way and stopped walking for a brief moment, “I love you too.” he purred bringing his nose to touch hers. They walked together now; the moist fog swirled around the battle patrol. As they hurried into battle they helped each other, fighting side by side. Only when Darkpaw turned her back for a brief moment did it happen. Her beloved had been struck down and as he left for StarClan she knelt over his limp body.
