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Post by (*)Tsuki_) on Jul 30, 2007 21:08:23 GMT -5
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Name: Sorrowpaw
Age: 6 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: SunsetClan
Rank: Apprentice
Description: She has beautiful, sleek black fur. Her belly fur is light gray/silver. Her deep blue eyes shine bright in the darkness. She is light and thin, perfect for running. She is leaner than most other apprentices because she doesn't eat enough to make up for all the running she does. Her fur is very long, especially on her tail.
Short Description: A lovely, lean black she-cat with deep blue eyes
Personality: She is extremely humble and modest, not giving herself credit for anything she does. She accomplishes her tasks swiftly, leaving her a lot of free time, in which she usually runs. In battle, she fights fiercely, finishing off her opponents with the same speed she does everything else. She is kind and friendly to everyone, but prefers staying out of others' way.
History: Her history is sad, indeed. Her father died in a battle with a badger. Her mother gave birth to three kits right before dying, leaving them with nobody to care for them, in the middle of leaf-bare. None of the other queens were quite ready to nurse them, so the warriors tried feeding them fresh-kill. The kits couldn't eat this, however, and starved. The first two kits died, but Sorrowpaw lasted until the queens could nurse her. She was named after her misfortunes. She works hard to become a loyal warrior for her Clan, but her past she hides from those who don't know...
Role Playing Example: The mewling kit tried to swallow the piece of meat put into her mouth, ending up half-choking on it before she spit it out. She continued to cry for food that no cat was able to give her: the milk of a queen. Her brother snuggled weakly beside her. Her sister had died the previous day, and her brother might be the next to go. The kit curled up next to her brother, trying to add some warmth to him. The tom shuddered in the cold, then was still. Saddness crept through the little she-cat as the pelt she lay against turned ice-cold. She choked off a sob. Her brother, her last remaining family member, was dead.
Crush: Scorpionpaw (if it's ok with u, dream)
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Post by {~.::§ilver::.~} on Jul 30, 2007 21:38:10 GMT -5
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