Post by spideh on Sept 18, 2010 15:57:36 GMT -5
Birchpaw of WindClan[/center]
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Name: Birchpaw
Age: 7 moons
Gender: female
Clan: Windclan
Rank: Apprentice
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Reason For Name: Birch: She has fur that reminds one of the Birch tree.
Paw: She is an apprentice.
Previous Names: Birchkit.
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One Sentence Description: Birchpaw is a lithe she-cat with brown tabby fur.
Appearance: Birchpaw has large bones, for such a lithe she-cat and especially for one her age, but she doesn't mind them so much. She doesn't have a problem with being rather big-boned and out-sizing most of her she-cat friends, because the advantage is obviously her's in battle and Birchpaw likes having the advantage, no matter what looks she might get. She is classified as a tabby, with dark long stripes of black and dark, dark brown that zigzag down her shoulders, sides, basically, all over her body. These stripes curl around her legs and come in like two pairs of long, extended claws over her chest and belly, ending in sharp, slightly blurred points down her midsection and the middle of her chest. The fur that isn't tinted black is a lovely gray, tipped with silver, to give her fur a shiny sort of look. Her pelt is quite pretty. Birchpaw is quite proud of her pelt, as it complements her surprising size very nicely and has an element of elegance to it that she likes. In fact, her pelt tends to give her a sense of self-confidence that she enjoys. It's always nice to know that you're pretty.
Birchpaw does, of course, have other physical flaws. She has a scar running down her left hind leg that she got by trying to get through a patch of thorns by bulling right through them. She learned her lesson quite quickly never to do something foolish like that again. That scar is still healing and has a rather pinkish hue, thanks to the newness of it. It's her first scar and was gained due to a foolish mistake, and Birchpaw doesn't like when it's pointed out, because it's a reminder to be patient. Her long legs are a testament to the fact that she's not overly patient, for they are very strong and powerful, and carry her quickly everywhere. She is quite proud of these legs, because they serve her well. Birchpaw has good eyes as well, colored like amber moons, and while she doesn't pay much attention to them, they are attractive as well. They are outlined in black fur and have flecks of gold in them that give them a lighter hue and tend to bring a different color out of them when she's not in the direct sunlight. At that point, they might turn hazel, or into a darker gold.
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Personality: Birchpaw is a strong she-cat, with strong beliefs. She believes in Starclan with all of her heart and keeps a steady head on in dangerous situations. She is smart and knows when to keep her mouth shut, though sometimes, she'll get carried away and say things that come to her mind before thinking about them and end up having to apologize later. She doesn't mean to offend, but Birchpaw is rather opinionated, though she usually doesn't show it. She knows when she should keep her mouth and realizes what she should and shouldn't do to keep situations from exploding. She is very much a peacekeeper and is wise for her age, though Birchpaw doesn't really know how to show it. She tries to be mature and wants to be as strong as possible. Her dream is to become the best warrior in her clan and to eventually become deputy, though she couldn't imagine being leader after that. The idea of all that responsibility scares her a little bit, so she doesn't dare to be more ambitious when Birchpaw knows that she might not be able to handle being more than deputy. It is in this that her wiseness shines through.
What she really wants is to present the picture of a mature she-cat who has everything under control. While she is quite confident, this desire to look like she's mature and in control is because of her little brother, Frothpaw, whose immaturity and fiestiness has led to her desire to make the best sort of older sister who can keep him out of trouble, which is fairly impossible, but she wants to try anyway. She cares deeply for her sibling and the two are close, probably more so than they'd like to admit, being two children of a single parent and no mother. This has also contributed to Birchpaw's desire to be as grown-up as possible. There'll be no Peter Pan Syndrome for her, she's as Wendy-like as possible, wanting to be the mother who can take care of her little brother. While she does love Frothpaw, Birchpaw also looks up to her older brother as well. Elmfrost is her role model and she likes to think that she should and can be like him, very calm and cool-headed in the worst of situations. Birchpaw is very attached to the family that she has and probably wouldn't survive should anything happen to them, because she draws her strength and resolve from them and their presence.
Likes:
a) sunny days
b) compliments
c) resolving conflicts
d) hunting
e) playing around when no one's watching
f) being trusted by a warrior or adult
g) working hard
Dislikes:
a) fighting
b) bloodshed
c) blood in general
d) being bossed around
e) anyone snapping at her brother
f) too much responsibility
g) the idea of failure
h)dark places
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History: Birchpaw was born to her mother, Shellfeather, and her father, Cragfoot, who were very much in love and had had one litter already, that consisted of two warriors named Elmfrost and Rocktalon. She was born with one brother, a tom named Frothkit. But, when she was born, her mother died during childbirth and she and her brother had to be given to another queen in the nursery. Her father never really got over Shellfeather's death and Birchkit's mind like to entertain the idea that she was responsible for her mother's death and torture her with the idea that it was all her fault. But Birchkit would learn that it wasn't her fault and she accepted that her mother was gone for good and she couldn't have done anything about it. Nonetheless, her childhood was hard and burdened.
Birchpaw was made an apprentice on her sixth moon, like all other apprentices, and the ceremony was down alongside that of her brother, Frothpaw's. Birchpaw always felt responsible for her brother and his fiesty nature, always trying to keep him out of trouble, which was impossible, and eventually deciding to just try and stay with him through as much as possible, because she was a bit of a worrywort and didn't want him to stay by himself. But Frothpaw was most certainly his own cat, and she learned eventually to just let him do his own thing. She still takes her duties as the more responsible one of them seriously and wants to be as good as a warrior as her older brother and father, both of whom she adores.
IC Example: Gingerstrike didn't hesitate. She could smell the scent of an intruder and it shot up her nostrils, making her head hurt with the intensity of the trail she'd stumbled upon. There was an intruder, a stinky rogue prancing around her territory, her land, and she was not going to let this continue, not now and surely never again. Gingerstrike stalked along the trail, breathing deeply every few seconds, tracking like the best kind of bloodhound there was, because she might of well have been, as there was no way this guy was getting away from her. She felt disgusted with herself that he had gotten this far in without a patrol having spotted him. She made a mental note to make sure that she set more patrols on the area bordering the rogue lands, because apparently, these scruffy cats were getting a little too adventurous, especially for her liking. Gingerstrike was meticulous and fierce when it came to protecting her territory. There wasn't anyone who could trespass and get away with it.
That very idea made her bristle angrily and move faster, determined to catch up with this cat before he stumbled on any of her clan's secrets or prey. There was no way he was walking out of Cocoaclan territory with Cocoaclan prey hanging from his jaws, the filthy mongrel. He was going to regret the day he ever thought about attempting to enter Cocoaclan territory, because she was going to flay him limb from limb before feeding him to the sharks near to Frothclan's borders. Her eyes burned with a fierce and territorial light that was comparative to no other. Gingerstrike burned with the fierce desire to take this intruder away from her clan and family, take this threat away from the precious kits in the nursery and the defenseless elders in the elder's den. She was a stalking wolf; she would take this threat to her loved ones away by force, if necessary, and by force even if not necessary, because no one just pranced into her lands and expected to get away with threatening her family and friends. That was not going to fly. The ginger lion picked up the pace, all but running, until she caught sight of the handsome cat who was just walking along like he owned the place.
The sight made her blood boil. Handsome as he was, she didn't give a crap, because she was going to put a few scars in his shiny pelt. Gingerstrike took another step and took off, putting as much power and force behind herself as she could. Fortunately, this landed her right on top of him and provided quite a bit of leverage for her to immediately attempt to rake her unsheathed claws across his shoulders. Unfortunately, she'd been so mad and careless enough to let her anger control her that she'd put too much force behind her leap and promptly yanked herself and him into a giant tumbling mess that ended up with her getting flung from their mess and landing right on top of a rotten log that gave under her paw. As she tried to pull herself free and face him in a fierce fight, Gingerstrike's leg got stuck in the log. Shocked and infuriated, she heaved and could not free herself. With her eyes flashing and fur sticking up, she growled at him, "So, what're you gonna do now? Flee, like some mouse-hearted ninny?!"
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