Post by mystic on Aug 27, 2010 19:53:08 GMT -5
Name: Snowpaw
Gender: Tom
Age: 8 Moons
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Apprentice
Mentor: TBA
Love Interest: maybe one day
Kin:
Whiteflower - Mother (NPC)
Darkpelt - Father (NPC)
Rookpaw (Amber)
Description:
Snowpaw is a big, big boy. When he was born, he was the same size as his dark coated brother. However it soon became clear that he wasn't going to stay scrawny. In fact he was going to be huge. His big paws might have been a big of an indicator. At seven moons Snowpaw is now the size of a full grown warrior. However his soft face and baby blue eyes give away his true age.
Snowpaw is a long haired cat, his coat his thick and durable. His ears are lynx like, with fur tips. They give him quite a dashing look. He has a long feathered tail, covered in thick fur. Even under his fur, he's big boned. And it's obvious that this tom still has some growing to do. Lots of growing to do.
Personality:
While some cats may be scared of him, those who know him well know that Snowpaw is nothing more than a big softie. He's friendly, and eager to make friends. He's not an avid fighter, instead preferring to avoid a fight in favour of a more diplomatic solution. However if you lay one claw on his brother, you will be in for the fight of you life. For in the instant that happens, Snowpaw will go from a mild mannered and a bit wimpy, to kicking your rear in a roaring rampage of revenge.
Unlike is quite brother, Snowpaw is quite loud. He talks loudly, he eats loudly, he laughs loudly. Pretty much everything that he does causes a lot of noise. He loves to joke, and have fun. He tends to, however, be gentle in his play. He doesn't want to hurt anyone, not again. However that is in the past, it's behind him. It was an accident. Now he's a determined apprentice.
History:
Born into a litter of two kits to Whiteflower and Darkpelt. Whiteflower was a kind and caring she-cat who pushed her mate into having kits. Darkpelt never really wanted to have anything to do with the two, and therefore was an absent father for most of the toms lives. Snowkit and Rook-kit were very close, always playing and hardly ever separated.
However one time, while Rook-kit was busy, Snowkit was playing with, Midgekit, a younger kit. They were wrestling and Snowkit tackled the other Midgekit. They rolled and there was a nasty cracking sound. Snowkit backed up and looked. The Midgekit wasn't moving. At once he turned and ran to the medicine cat, terrified at what had just happened.
Luckily, the Midgekit had been only knocked out. However it scared Snowkit, and became much more careful in the way he played. He didn't want to hurt another kit worse than he had hurt Midgekit. Slowly he was starting to learn his strength, and it scared him.
Snowkit and Rook-kit were apprenticed at six moons together, their mother looking proud, and their father now accepting of them, surprised that his two sons actually were worth something. While it seemed Rookpaw took to training quite well Snowpaw struggled. He had trouble controlling his strength. Though the other cats were skilled with fang and claw, he quickly found out that he didn't like fighting. This has left him wondering, what will he do as a warrior. Is this even meant to be his lot in life.
Other:
Playlist
Don't worry Be happy Bob marley
Roleplay Example:
"Come on Snowkit, let's play!" Midgekit was jumping at him. "Come on please!" her tail flicked.
Snowkit pushed himself to his feet. "Okay, what do you wanna play?" the white tom asked, his tail flicking about.
Midgekit jumped on him and the two rolled about. I was fun. Snowkit tensed his body and leapt on top of Midgekit. The two of them rolled, giggling loudly. Then there was a strange cracking sound and Midgekit went perfectly still. Snowkit padded up to her. "Midgekit?" he mewed, poking her. She didn't move. He let out a yelp and ran to the medicine cat. "I... i think I killed Midgekit!" he mewed pitifully. "She's not moving! HELP!"
