Post by shadepools on Dec 25, 2008 20:50:46 GMT -5
Name: Dewpaw(later Dewrise)
Age: 10 moons
Gender: Tom
Personality:
A shadow of untrust lurks in the back of his heart, followed by a scared, yet fasinated emotion. This emotion comes form his long, twisted past. His strong, heavy build makes it so that he is a exeptional fighter. He does not like to fight, however, and is of the peace making type. Many think that this make him a weak fighter, but he showed himself worthy of his clan when he fought in the great battle. Now he realizes that they were wrong, as he pushed his little heard of sister, Sandpaw, down the waterfall at the MistClan camp. She fought hard, making bleeding wounds in many areas of his body. Although he lives for peace, he will fight ot the death when ever his clanmates are threatened. At Gatherings, he is the strong, silent type, but has opened up to only one cat. Crystalpaw. He now knows that she is his sister, and shares tounges with her at the only avalible time, which is the Gathering.
Description:
A smoky silver pelt is draped over his strong, wide build. His gray pelt is dappled with black and white ticks all over his body.
His eyes are golden and when around afriend, his orbs show traces of their eye color, and at twilight or midnight, his eyes turn a dazzling bright silver. His paws are as brown as the dirt and leafduat beneath his paws. His black tail, ticked with ivory, is kinked and bedraggled. He constantly grooms it, but alas, it is no good, and it soon returns to it's original state of uncleanliness. He does not mind now, however. His legs are incredibly long, and are pure white. The egde of which white meets brown is jagged, in some places the brown reachs his joint. He has faded silver and black tabby stripes on his legs, so pale, they appear to be thin as mist. His fur is long, and it never tangles. This is an advantage on his part, so he does not need to groom each and every day to get rid of knots.
History:
His past is faded and dark. His photographic memory takes it all. He remembers saying good bye to his sisters, only 2 moons each. Then he was taken to TreeClan, jeered by warriors and stranger to kits. His kit hood was dark, no kits as his friend, he would often sneak out to the thick woodland and climb the trees, leaping from tree to tree with squirrel-like ability. He would talk to himself during this time, making up storys of him finding his sisters and having long jouneys to find their mother, as they were clear as a fresh leaf in his mind at the time.
In apprenticeship, he was treated more warmly, for he, on his first hunting expidition, caught a thrush bigger than himself. He was the first to climb a tree, scaling it in lightning fast time.In the battle, he pushed Sandpaw into the waterfall, not knowing she was his sister.He leapt across the river and down the the shadows of an oak, climbing it to spy on Crystalpaw and Sandpaw. He learned the horrid secret as he heard Crystalpaw tell Sandpaw in her last moments of life, and he wanted to tear himself out of the tree to mourn Sandpaw's death with his sister, but he knew he would get torn to shreds by Crystalpaw.
Other:
sigh.
Age: 10 moons
Gender: Tom
Personality:
A shadow of untrust lurks in the back of his heart, followed by a scared, yet fasinated emotion. This emotion comes form his long, twisted past. His strong, heavy build makes it so that he is a exeptional fighter. He does not like to fight, however, and is of the peace making type. Many think that this make him a weak fighter, but he showed himself worthy of his clan when he fought in the great battle. Now he realizes that they were wrong, as he pushed his little heard of sister, Sandpaw, down the waterfall at the MistClan camp. She fought hard, making bleeding wounds in many areas of his body. Although he lives for peace, he will fight ot the death when ever his clanmates are threatened. At Gatherings, he is the strong, silent type, but has opened up to only one cat. Crystalpaw. He now knows that she is his sister, and shares tounges with her at the only avalible time, which is the Gathering.
Description:
A smoky silver pelt is draped over his strong, wide build. His gray pelt is dappled with black and white ticks all over his body.
His eyes are golden and when around afriend, his orbs show traces of their eye color, and at twilight or midnight, his eyes turn a dazzling bright silver. His paws are as brown as the dirt and leafduat beneath his paws. His black tail, ticked with ivory, is kinked and bedraggled. He constantly grooms it, but alas, it is no good, and it soon returns to it's original state of uncleanliness. He does not mind now, however. His legs are incredibly long, and are pure white. The egde of which white meets brown is jagged, in some places the brown reachs his joint. He has faded silver and black tabby stripes on his legs, so pale, they appear to be thin as mist. His fur is long, and it never tangles. This is an advantage on his part, so he does not need to groom each and every day to get rid of knots.
History:
His past is faded and dark. His photographic memory takes it all. He remembers saying good bye to his sisters, only 2 moons each. Then he was taken to TreeClan, jeered by warriors and stranger to kits. His kit hood was dark, no kits as his friend, he would often sneak out to the thick woodland and climb the trees, leaping from tree to tree with squirrel-like ability. He would talk to himself during this time, making up storys of him finding his sisters and having long jouneys to find their mother, as they were clear as a fresh leaf in his mind at the time.
In apprenticeship, he was treated more warmly, for he, on his first hunting expidition, caught a thrush bigger than himself. He was the first to climb a tree, scaling it in lightning fast time.In the battle, he pushed Sandpaw into the waterfall, not knowing she was his sister.He leapt across the river and down the the shadows of an oak, climbing it to spy on Crystalpaw and Sandpaw. He learned the horrid secret as he heard Crystalpaw tell Sandpaw in her last moments of life, and he wanted to tear himself out of the tree to mourn Sandpaw's death with his sister, but he knew he would get torn to shreds by Crystalpaw.
Other:
sigh.
