Post by <--Tangle--> on Feb 10, 2009 9:19:59 GMT -5
Name: Runningkit
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Kit, Medicine Cat Apprentice
Age: 4 moons
Gender: Male
Picture: None
Looks:
**||Pelt||**
A soft short-haired tom. His pelt is a ragged comanation of his built. On his tail his fur is VERY thick. Like a brush that can't stop growing. His fur of course his a gentle tabby brown colour that can blend in with any type of grass. Mostly when the snow is gone and the grass his still a brown color. His paws are a snow white color so it's hard to tell his paw's apart from the snow.
**||Eyes||**
His eyes are a round, almost circle, shape with amber depts. He has black fur under his eyes, like shadow marks, that give his eyes a more, live-like feeling to them. He has a TINY hint of golden in his amber eyes. NOTE! His eyes are large and due narrow, when he thinks he sees something from afar or if he is annoyied. They say the gate way to the soul, is the cat's eyes.
**||Built||**
His body is built alittle different than most cats. He has large muscles yet he is very lean and has long legs. He will stand over 1 and a half feet tall. He'll be a great runner, strong legs to keep him going. He has rounded ears that show he isn't the best listener. His month his slightly smaller than it should be. His eyes how ever are perfect.
Personality:
**||Friend Or Enemy?||**
Runningkit is a very good cat and will be-friend any cat. If it's a she-cat.. he's alittle shy, not the she-cat flirting tom. He can be your worst nightmare tho. He's a she-cats best friend. He'll listen to problems but then just get up and walk away. He'll keep his friend's secrets, but never his enemies.
**||Heart-Breaker Or Forever Lover||**
He is not a heart-breaker. Tho he might be later on. He's mostly a forever but he doesn't wanda be. He wants to be a single tom till he dies. He hates having to be nice to she-cats to try and win them over. It just takes up to much of his time. Like, if a she-cat starts to flirt with him, he'll just walk away. So you can say he can be a heart-breaker, but he just doesn't see it.
**||Wise Or Stupid||**
This is a hard one. Runningkit is both wise and stupid. His idea of stupid is wise and his idea of wise is stupid. He likes thinking up plans for kits who want to get in trouble. He helps kits when they are getting in trouble by bailing them out. Not the wises thing. When he is acting wise is when he wants to talk to (Medicine Cat name here). Other than that he's a great cat.
History:
**||The Parents||**
Runningkit's parents were both abused. They were apprentices who has abusing mentors. The two apprentice blended together and soon, the mother of the male apprentice, took her son away from the mentor. Leaving the poor she-cat alone. So Soon, the she-cat was taken away from her mentors by her father, who, did WORST stuff to her. Her name was Foreverpaw. Her mate or crush or boyfriend, saved her and ended up mating with her before they became warriors. They both ended up killing Foreverpaw's father. The tom was named, Runningpaw. The two fell in love. Soon they were around 12 moons old and Foreverpaw was having her kits. They named her Foreverclaw. Foreverclaw died that night. She gave birth to three kits. One was still born, and the other two, a she-cat and tom-cat, lived threw the night. Well the she-cat did. The tom lived longer. Redpaw, Redwing, died four days later.
**||Runningkit||**
Runningkit was born in the middle of winter. A wonderful time. It was on the sunny-ist day in winter. He was the youngest of three kits, His older brother was born still-born. His older sister died over the first night. He was the next one to die, but he survied. Oddly. He was always sick, and scared. He was around 1 and half moons old when he opened his eyes and glanced at the Medicine cat. He was stunded and wanted to be one. He was pretty younge so he soon discovered that it would also be cool to be a warrior. He was around 2 and half moon old now. Soon he was 3 moons old and hyper than ever. He kept getting these dreams about his mother. And all of a sudden his father. Also around this time, he started to run off and trip and come back to get into the Medicine cat's den.
Paw Print:
Like a star.
Fav Thing To Do:
Watch the medicine cat work.
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Name: Yellowpaw.
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Apprentice
Age: 6 moons
Gender: Male
Picture: None
Looks:
/|+|\This tom cat is a pure white tom with black paw pads. A single golden ginger, yellow-ish color, fore-paw. Right to be correct. Yellowpaw is around a inch smaller than most apprentices, tho he has the built to be a fast and lean runner.
That's the thing about him, he is slightly longer than most apprentices with a long tail. His tip tail, is a golden colour, with a single ring of white in it. His eyes are a dazling middle shaded blue colour, with that VERY tiny hint of green in it.
He also has a gentle step. So when he walks you can barely notice his paw print in the softest parts of the ground. His ears are alittle larger than they should be, and his nose is a soft pink colour.
Personality:
Like a million cats rolled up into one. Loving, caring, angry, upsetting, and the most comman apprentice thing, trouble making. Well of course he hates getting in trouble, so he isn't big on being a trouble maker. Of course he does the once in a while, sneak out of camp and due as he please. But not as much.
He loves hanging around with every cat. Doesn't care if you hate him, he'll still be nice to you. He's very caring and if you ask him for help, he'll of course, help you. Not bad, right? Of course. He's happy-go-lucky and always wants to be included. He hates it when he sees cats being left out of something so he'll go over and hang with them.
He is hard to upset, and be angered, but he can be. VERY rarely tho. Around 5.5% of the time he can be angry. The only things that can upset this tom is not being able to join in on a portal that goes towards the border, or an attack portal.
Or when he's in battle and he sees a cat die, or when he sees his clan is losing. He'll go all, angry on cats. He hates these and they drive him NUTS. He hates fighting, well thinking of it at the most. YET when a battle does come by he's ready and waiting. His a great hunter but when he catches the mouse(example), he'll actually play with it first than kill it.
History:
/|&|\The Parents--
Weatherclaw was a large dark gray/silver she-cat with large blue eyes. This was Yellowpaw's mother, before her death. Yernclaw was a white tom with dark green eyes, a tom that rapped Weatherclaw and forced her to give him a son. Of course she gave birth to three kits. First was a still-born tom.
The next was a beautiful silver she-cat, lastly was a white tom with a single golden yellow paw and tail-tail with a single white ring threw it. Weatherclaw was beaten the second she left camp to hunt, and killed, by her mate Yernclaw.
Yernclaw was the banished and later killed.
/|&|\Yellow is the new kit.
Yellowkit was what Weatherclaw called her last son. Poppykit was her first daughter. But after birth a great leaf-bare took Poppykit in it's cold paws and took her to StarClan. But that's all it took. The clan out-shadowed the poor tom-kit that he was forced to live with he's mother's sister. Even their he was a Windclan outcast. But soon the clan begain to forget everything. Leaving him grow up normal. One night as a kit a battle started and during this time a stange cat scratched his tail.
The scratch was easy to heal, later on the little tom fingered out who the stanger was. His father of course. Dangerous and willing to kill, but all Yellowkit was told was that Yernclaw, the stanger, was attacking him and his froster mother attack Yernclaw, killing him. Than her wounds were to large, and deadly that she died. Yellowpaw was of course heart-broken.
But nothing changed the mind of the 3 moon old kit. Being alittle kit, he got into alittle trouble. Snecking outside of camp, but than returning because he was scared. So he soon notice there was alot of places he could explore in the camp. He started there and then.
First with the nursery, than the apprentice den, the elders, warriors, medicine cats. Than he did the un-thinkable. Looked in the leader's den. But once he heard paw step inside he turned and ran.
He was around 5 moons old when he finely finished scouping the whole camp out. He had found secret hidding places and a great place to bath in the sun, where other, larger, cats couldn't go. He kept this to him self.
*This leads up to now.*
Paw Print:
A small rain drop shaped.
Fav Thing To Do:
play with his food
hunt
fight
flirt
