Post by ωhιτe .paw on Nov 2, 2009 18:32:56 GMT -5
Whitepaw
[/size][/center]Gender: Female
Age: Eight Moons
Rank: Apprentice - Training to become a huntress.
Appearance: A sleek, petite she cat, Whitepaw has your typical small build. Her small frame doesn't have much power, though her small build grants the little she cat good speed. Hence her name, Whitepaw has a snow white pelt and vibrant emerald green eyes. Oddly enough, Whitepaw has an agile, petite, frame, but a very long tail, kinked near the tip. The she cat has an innocent look to her, though it doesn't take much to take her reveal to you that sharp tongue she holds.
Her slender build allows her to slither near silently through the undergrowth, though her white pelt is rather souring in the forest of green. During the winter, hunting becomes easier with the blanket of snow, but during the warm seasons, Whitepaw must be extra careful.
Though small, Whitepaw doesn't take much of an interest into hunting. In her eyes, protecting the clan is first, what's there to hunt if you have no territory to hunt on? Whitepaw takes on a natural skill for fight, mind you, she's far from the best. Seeing as females cannot become warriors, she's stuck with hunting, however. The she cat catches on quickly, and with her petite build, speed is granted, good luck getting your paws around her. Though this smaller size does have it's disadvantages. Whitepaw has a temper, and though she's not supposed to fight, she won't hold back. Whitepaw is eager to unsheathe her claw, and show her attacker just how agile she may be, though strength comes to a difficulty with her size.
Personality: Where do I begin? Whitepaw is very stubborn and short tempered. She's very enthusiastic when it comes to training to hunt, but order her around and the little she cat can have quite a lashing tongue. Whitepaw's always up for an adventure, some action. In fact, sometimes she'll actually go hunting for trouble, she'd be more than willing to shred some fur of an enemy clan, despite her set forward rank. She has a huge pride and doesn't do well when that pride if hurt. Whitepaw has a way with words, she can talk her way out of anything and isn't afraid to voice her opinions. Despite the fact she seems like a terrorizing little fur ball, Whitepaw means for the best, she wants to be a great huntress one day.
She has her odd wise moments, taking the world by surprise when that wisdom decides to shine. Though this is rare. Whitepaw goes through her moods, sometimes she'll pick a 'fight' with anyone and everyone, and other times she'll be your best friend. She's not your little she cat that's afraid to get her paws wet or her fur in a mat. When it comes to training, Whitepaw's very enthusiastic, her appearance is not considered. Whitepaw is just an odd feline, her moods vary, there's no telling what she'll do.
The little white she cat is also one to buck the traditions. Most specifically, the gender discrimination. Whitepaw is one of those she cats that would die to protect her loved ones, she's a natural born fighter, but because she is female, she will never become a warrior and protect her clan. Whitepaw is a firm believe that she cats may do anything that toms may, however in Ashclan, females are looked on upon as possessions. The sharp tongued she cat often fights with toms, and doesn't hesitate to unsheathe her claws, just to buck the system.
History: Whitepaw has your typical clan life. She was born and raised into Ashclan, she, along with her brother, Nightpaw. The pair never met their father, having died before they were born, but their mother would always tell stories about him, he was noble, loyal, and brave. So they say.
Shortly after Nightpaw and Whitepaw reached the age of four moons, their mother took on an illness. Whitepaw can't remember specifically what that illness was, but their mother just didn't have the fight left. Three sunrises, that's all it took before their mother was taken away.
Like any kit or cat, Whitepaw had feelings. Nightpaw was hit harder than she was, being the wild cat Whitepaw was, she bounced back soon enough. She was quiet for a few day, a little off, but Whitepaw came back to it. After that, she was determined to be an amazing huntress, to prove her parents proud, to feed her clan well. And that leads us to four moons later.
Whitepaw and Nightpaw now reside in the apprentice den, they've been training to be warriors for two moons now, and things seem pretty good. Whitepaw is often sour tongued with her brother, as she's always wanted to be a warrior herself, but he gets the dream, while she gets to fight off those rabid rabbits.
