Finchpaw =of= StormClan

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Picture:
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Name:
Finchpaw (Finchcry when she's a warrior.)

Age:
9 moons

Gender:
She-cat

Clan:
StormClan

Rank:
Apprentice

Description:
Finchpaw is a very pale brown cat with chestnut-brown and reddish stripes running the length of her slim form. Her small paws are brown-black, along with her thin tail, and hide unusually long claws for a cat her size. Her nose and pads are a deep red-tinted pink, while her searching eyes are pale leaf-green. Finchpaw's whiskers and claws are a silvery white.

Short Description:
A pale brown tabby she-cat with a searching green gaze.

Personality:
Finchpaw is very shy, probably favoring her secret father rather then mother, and her shyness her earned her a mistaken reputation for being aloof. She doesn't usually speak unless spoken to, and for this reason, has few to no friends.
Finchpaw is an exceptional hunter. She caught a pigeon on her first hunting lesson! Her stalking technique is good for a cat her age, but her fighting skills... they need some work. Her eyes give away too much, showing where she's going to pounce, and enabling her target to dodge easily out of her path.
Even though she's young herself, this cat loves kits and younger apprentices. Finchpaw is constantly found playing and teaching kits during every spare moment, her long legs carrying her from anywhere in the territory straight to the nursery is what seems like less then a heartbeat. She already shows good mentoring skills.


History:
Her history is pretty basic. Her father's name remained secret, while her mother had a dappled cream coat and was deemed Wrenscream, the past StormClan deputy. (Don't bug me about those names! I like how they match in that weird way! >_<) Finchpaw had no siblings, and her mother was loyal to the bitter end. Wrenscream passed in a savage border-fight, moments before

Role Playing Example:
The sun lay in the center of the sky, towering over Finchkit's small form, and signaling the time was near for her apprentice ceremony. Her little paws scuffled the earth as she waited silently by the camp entrance. Mother promised she'd be back by now! Finchkit's voice whispered inside her head.
The tiny kit's heart leaped when she finally scented one of the cats on her mother's dawn patrol - Elmheart - but sank just as soon when she realized the tang of blood that hung over the cat's scent.
Black fur whipped past Finchkit as she stuttered the words, "E-Elmheart wh-what hap..." Her desperate question was cut short when Elmheart, matted with blood, raised his head in the center of the clearing.
Finchkit's blood froze when she heard his sour screech: "Wrenscream is dead!!"

(Muahaha, cliff-hanger!)

Crush:
None... yet! Dun dun dun!

Other:
I might be editing her bio every now and then. I don't want to RP a cat who's personality is solid in stone; she is going to change as she grows. Is that ok?

[{~.::§ilver::.~}]

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