Post by skyy on Aug 7, 2010 4:24:06 GMT -5
Skypaw of ShadowClan
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Name:
Skypaw.
Age:
7 moons.
Gender:
She-cat.
Clan:
ThunderClan.
Rank:
Apprentice.
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Reason For Name:
sky; for her white patches which looked like clouds, and her bight blue eyes.
paw; for her rank as an apprentce.
Previous Names:
Skykit.
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One Sentence Description:
Tabby and white she-cat with blue eyes.
Appearance:
Skypaw is a cat who is rather hard to explain. At first glance she is a cat who anyone would recognize, even at their first sighting or meeting of this young she-cat. She isn't overly large, maybe just slightly taller and more muscular than most she-cat but that isn't anything special. She has long, thin legs that end in medium-sized paws, packed full of razor-sharp, creamy golden claws. No, she does not have the typical colored claws for a cat. She is rather muscular for a she-cat, that is for sure and with each movement, her limbs ripple with strength from her lean muscular shoulders and back. With a longer than average tail and a slightly shorter snout than most cats, she is still a rather beautiful cat with her medium sized ears, one of which is missing the tip from a fight with her aunt.
To do with colorings of this she-cat, it is certainly something different to most cats. The most important thing you know is that she is mostly a deep, dark brown, that is striped with thin, black strikes, like a tiger's pelt and if she isn't that color, the lower parts of her pelt are a beautiful snowy white. But you see, she has a special quality to her pelt, a silky soft look and feel to every fur on her pelt. Almost as if she has just dried from being in the rain without a speck of dirt across her pelt, she always tends to be clean and, most than ever, you can tell her pelt is silky soft by the way she moved. With each movement, her pelt ripples with gold, each fur's bright golden brown tip flashing on contact with sunlight. But more than ever, of a night, her pelt changes from a golden glow to a silvery cream ripple, and really, it is something unpredictable and beautiful to anyone.
Skypaw's whole body is this beautiful rich, dark golden brown, apart from her lower half, from about half-way down her sides, when brown and black fades to this snowy white, which covers her entire belly and chest, up to her neck, which it runs up to her lower jaw and up her face to just around her nose, before it goes up her face between her nose and in a stripe till the top of her head. Two other points fade up to the bottom of her eyes. Across the top of her snout between her nose and her eyes, she had a thin, darker stripe of thick, cinnamon brown, which seems to match with her bright, icy blue eyes.
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Personality:
Skypaw is an awfully difficult she-cat to explain she changes all the time and is often a cat who could either kill you or love you, just like you either love her or you hate her, she's just that sort of cat. If the fractured pieces of her memory are anything to go by, this she-cat is dead loyal to her clan, and although her mind refuses to grant her access to earlier thoughts, she can be sure of that much. This young she-cat, although inexperienced at the current time, would die to help any of her clan-mates and had that typical clan loyalty to everyone who she lives beside, memories or no memories. However, ignoring the shards of dreams she holds dear, this she-cat has a strong belief in starclan, and although she believes in following her heart above following the rules, she does try to avoid breaking the warrior code, even though she knows sometimes it can't be avoided.
This she-cat tends to be very fiery, and will often loose her temper over little things, or talk with sarcastic words and make sure her voice is heard, even if it mean using tooth and claw to fight with. Skypaw isn't afraid to fight, to kill or be killed, to her, life is there to fight, to protect your pride as that's the only thing that holds you together. Mind you, that's probably because it's the only view she can really remember ever having. Ruthless and unpredictable, she doesn't listen to anyone but her leader and mentor at times and has little respect for any cat who does not believe in StarClan. Although she can completely forget the rules when caught up in her feelings, she will always try to keep her feelings close to her chest and make sure they do not get in the way of how she treats her clan mates and others outside the clans.
She has a soft side thought, mostly for older cats who have earned her respect and elders and really, she can be confused for an overgrown kit at times, always wanting to sit and listen to their stories, along with helping tidy up their dens. Sure she hated the tasks as an apprentice like any other, but now it seems of some importance. She is a rather rude she-cat to talk to out of the blue or when she is in a bad mood as when she wants to talk, she'll find you, not the other way around and once again, she isn't afraid to say no and will always be completely honest to her clan, friends and family, they don't deserve the lies that everyone else dishes out.
Able to hold herself high and proud, she never lets her true self be hidden and is not afraid to challenge anyone as she believes that clans have borders for a reason and it was their ancestors who planned this and that's why she will kill if she has to to protect the borders and their rightful share of prey. There is another thing to mention though, that changes her more than anything. Something running in her father's blood, she has a serious effect in storms, a deep, raging anger that seems to grow with the lightning and the thunder. She could kill and not realize, she could scare away any cat with only the sharp glare of her deep, blue eyes as you see, everything changes with the weather.
There is still a lot about this she-cat though, her kinder, compassionate side that is in there somewhere, along with the sensitive part which does take everyone's views and opinions to heart. However, to really find that section of her, which seems to be locked away with those memories she just can't find, it'd take a special sort of cat.
Likes:
- Running past her limits.
- Fighting.
- Climbing Trees.
- Elders Tales.
- Storms.
Dislikes:
- Bossy Cats.
- Hunting.
- Sitting around doing nothing.
- Cats with no belief in anything.
- Herbs. Scent/Taste/Looks/Feel, everything
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History:
"Listen sweetheart, as much as I love you, I can't stay here, and this is where you belong..."
There's a section of her memory, the part where she was born to loving parents, where her siblings were both alive and bounding around the nursery, where one parent ran off, and the other did the same at a later date. A section of her mind where she was a kind and curious little thing, but as fate tends to do, that changed when she ran off, after her mother at the age of five moons.
All she can remember, is waking in the medicine cat's den one morning, at five moons of age, her nose clogged with the stench of herbs and a state of panic corrupting her mind as she tried to paste anything together. Her parents were dead, her father having disappeared a long while back and her mother recently departed, well that's what everyone told her any ways. All they're said was she ran off, out of camp, and when they found her and brought her back, she was unconscious. It took a moon, but they retaught her everything about the warrior code and the clan, in time for her to start her training, which seemed at the time like something odd to be doing. Since then, she's grown into clan life, and her confused state of mind hidden away, behind a wall of snarky comments and sarcasm.
IC Example:
The only time anyone really looked and watched the weather, was when things were growing dark or humidity. Really, most of the time others would compliment on when the sky was a clear blue, and complain when the temperature grew too high but it wasn't the same, there wasn't as much fuss as there was with the storms. Of course, heat was just as dangerous as rain but most failed to see that simple fact. It was a hobby of the young she-cat's, to sit in the best place she could find and simply watch the clouds rolling by, being shoved and encouraged forward by the gusting wind which, among the high rocky ledges and beautiful sandy ground, was rather strong. Today was such a day, when the sun was high up in the clear sky, barely a cloud seen against the contrasted blue.
Bright blue eyes glittered slightly, following the thin trail of white that passed just over the horizon, where the sky met the expanding blue of the salty ocean. The sun shone down onto her rich pelt, golden ripples gliding down across her tabby pelt, highlighting the hidden scars and carefully carved muscles under her flow fur. Her chest fur was ruffled and puffed out slightly, the young she-cat's head held eyes as she gazed down to where the waves crashed against the rocks at the bottom of the cliff that she was poised on. She'd been on the moon-high patrol and, after checking that the dawn patrol was off without any struggles and the Sun-high group knew where they were needed, she'd left the safety of the confined camp. Sure, she loved their camp, but sometimes, it felt like a prison.
Skyrose slowly climbed to her paws, her soft white belly fur brushing against the slightly dry grass, that tended to crackle slightly under the weight of her paws. Gazing down across the ocean, her mind once again drifting to what it would be like to escape the tight holds of StarClan and her own clan and simply drift off into the inky blue mass, she didn't notice when a small group of cats gathered just inside her hearing range. Well, that was until the wind changed direction and instead of blowing against her face, it swept up from behind, carrying the medicine cat's soft mews with it. Twitching an ear slightly as they pricked up, the deputy turned around, tilting her head to the side slightly as she tried to catch onto the words being shared. She knew the medicine cat was down there, the scent of herbs had come with her voice.
Turning around, she arched her muzzle into the air, trying to catch sight of the gathering, but failing and, with a small sigh, she slowly began padding across the grass, the thin blade giving off small crumpling sounds as she moved up the slightly arching hill behind the cliff edge, her coat rippling powerfully as she stalked to the top, where, once reaching the highest point, she at once recognized the forms of Dappledwing and Redfeather, along with the smaller apprentice she had the feeling went by the name of Bluepaw. "Hopefully we'll run into someone alone the way. Or else one of you is going to have the extra burden of herbs." Herbs! Skyrose couldn't help but wince, her nose wrinkling slightly at the suggestion. Before she could dive for cover though, unwilling to even be close to the plants of weird smells, Dappledwing had turned around and she knew she was caught.
"Shoot," she muttered under her breath before sighing and giving a wide grin before bounding down toward the medicine cat and poor souls she was travelling with. "Morning all!" She mewed brightly, her eyes giving away her clear worry and disgust about herbs. It wasn't something no one knew, if any member of SquallClan hadn't picked up on that they were pretty slow, with how much complaining she went through whenever she got injured. Some would of guessed she'd be the most careful member of the clan because of this, but she never seemed to learn and always came back as one of the most injured.
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Who Are You?
Cougarr.
How Did You Find Us?
Smally.
Other Characters:
Cougarkit, Elmfrost
