Post by ✖Ilyich on Aug 30, 2008 16:56:31 GMT -5
Name: Runt/ Tinypaw
Age: 13 moons
Gender: female
Clan: MysteryClan
Rank: apprentice
Peltage: Tiny, the runt of her litter only stands about as tall as an average apprentice. She is smoky black, with short well groomed fur. Her eyes are an extremely pale green color. Thin. Small built but most of that height are her legs. Sharp well angled features. Single white paw.
Agile graceful body.Angled features. Small paws. Her expression is almost always blank. Eye's bored and uncaring. Small frown. She normally holds her body shy. Shoulders slumped, tail dragging. Staring at the ground
(Optional)Picture: N/A
Personality: Quiet, rarely speaks. She with holds all of her emotions, barley every showing them. When she does reveal her emotions, its usually from shock. She does battle inside, her hidden emotions constantly ripping into her. She is a very complex character, who normally looks completely expressionless. She can show her pain, and her happiness, and in every great wile she does laugh or cry just to keep the pain weak. She suffers a great deal more than any one cat knows...
She finds ways around almost anything. She can be kind and loving but she normally breaks a little way into being nice. She locks up and breaks down. Freezing completely shutting up and walking away as quickly as possible. But despite all this she has an extremely strong sense of right and wrong. She does not agree with the plan to attack the clans.
History:
1-6 moons_
she was born a loner to a sharp tongued hard headed she-cat. Her mother almost dumped her in the forest, only her father saved her. Not in reality. Her father was dead. It was her looks. She had the same smoky fur the very same white fore paw. And her selfish mother could not stand to give up her mate again.She kept the small kit, who was made fun of her entire life, the kit named Runt...
6-9 moons_
She left her mother, her brother Yettie and her other brother Ono. She left in to the forest hoping to find her own life away from the taunting... Away from the hate.. With her new freedom she joined Mysteryclan and poor little Runt could not escape it seemed as she became Tinypaw...
IC: The wind blasted through the thick charred trees around her. The she cats black fur whipped back and forth, as if the wind couldn't make up it's mind. No matter how hard the wind pumbled her it couldn't make her life any worse... She sat down with a loud huff. She'd been running far far too long. Mabey I should just sit here and wait for my death to find me. Mabey a bear would decide I looked tasty. Perhaps a foe would find me, mabey I should sit and let them tear my pathetic body to shreds.
Tinypaw sighed. She couldnt think like this! She had to find some way to stop the insanity of attacking Thunder,River,Shadow,and Windclan! She growled low and hard, she WAS going to stop this... somehow
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can she be a prophecy cat? She is Draco's half sisterAge: 13 moons
Gender: female
Clan: MysteryClan
Rank: apprentice
Peltage: Tiny, the runt of her litter only stands about as tall as an average apprentice. She is smoky black, with short well groomed fur. Her eyes are an extremely pale green color. Thin. Small built but most of that height are her legs. Sharp well angled features. Single white paw.
Agile graceful body.Angled features. Small paws. Her expression is almost always blank. Eye's bored and uncaring. Small frown. She normally holds her body shy. Shoulders slumped, tail dragging. Staring at the ground
(Optional)Picture: N/A
Personality: Quiet, rarely speaks. She with holds all of her emotions, barley every showing them. When she does reveal her emotions, its usually from shock. She does battle inside, her hidden emotions constantly ripping into her. She is a very complex character, who normally looks completely expressionless. She can show her pain, and her happiness, and in every great wile she does laugh or cry just to keep the pain weak. She suffers a great deal more than any one cat knows...
She finds ways around almost anything. She can be kind and loving but she normally breaks a little way into being nice. She locks up and breaks down. Freezing completely shutting up and walking away as quickly as possible. But despite all this she has an extremely strong sense of right and wrong. She does not agree with the plan to attack the clans.
History:
1-6 moons_
she was born a loner to a sharp tongued hard headed she-cat. Her mother almost dumped her in the forest, only her father saved her. Not in reality. Her father was dead. It was her looks. She had the same smoky fur the very same white fore paw. And her selfish mother could not stand to give up her mate again.She kept the small kit, who was made fun of her entire life, the kit named Runt...
6-9 moons_
She left her mother, her brother Yettie and her other brother Ono. She left in to the forest hoping to find her own life away from the taunting... Away from the hate.. With her new freedom she joined Mysteryclan and poor little Runt could not escape it seemed as she became Tinypaw...
IC: The wind blasted through the thick charred trees around her. The she cats black fur whipped back and forth, as if the wind couldn't make up it's mind. No matter how hard the wind pumbled her it couldn't make her life any worse... She sat down with a loud huff. She'd been running far far too long. Mabey I should just sit here and wait for my death to find me. Mabey a bear would decide I looked tasty. Perhaps a foe would find me, mabey I should sit and let them tear my pathetic body to shreds.
Tinypaw sighed. She couldnt think like this! She had to find some way to stop the insanity of attacking Thunder,River,Shadow,and Windclan! She growled low and hard, she WAS going to stop this... somehow
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