Post by lio on Feb 15, 2011 23:21:15 GMT -5
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Palepaw of ThunderClan[/center]
Palepaw of ThunderClan[/center]
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Name: Palepaw
Age: 10 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: thunderclan
Rank: apprentice
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Reason For Name: She was named for her pale fur and eyes.
Previous Names: Palekit
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One Sentence Description: Pale blue eyed she-cat with a very light grey coat.
Appearance:
Palepaw is small for her age, and looks a tad younger than she is. She is slender with small, dainty looking paws, and somewhat short legs and tail. She is, at first glance, a delicate cat, and looks more like a kitty pet than a future warrior. And the fact that her short fur is down and tousled, rather than sleek and glossy, doesn't help to make her look any older.
Her coat is in between white and grey, a shadowy color that can be described in no other way than simply pale. It darkens a bit into light grey at the tips of her ears, where her fur is longer and tapers off into points, as well as at the end of her tail. A white streak, not easily distinguishable from the rest of her coat, runs down the length of her chest and stops around the middle of her belly.
Her large, moon-shaped eyes are perhaps Palepaw's most attractive feature. Not attractive in a beautiful sense, per say, but more along the lines of interesting. Her eyes are so big and so very light that they aren't easy to look away from. Muted blue tints the irises, darkening ever so slightly around the edges. paired with her small, mauve nose, she is certainly cute, but in a kit-like way.
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Personality:
Palepaw has the desire and the ability to delight those around her at any means necessry. She loves to excite and be excited, her intrest lies in getting those around her to lighten up or take a break, mainly just to be happy. Her spontaneous and impulsive nature is in itself entertaining.
Palepaw is someone for who it can truly be said, "all the world's a stage." She is quick to become the center of attention, and absolutely loves to be listened to. Her astounding confidence in group situations would make it hard to believe how uncomfortable she can get when alone. As long as she's been around Palepaw has surrounded herself with others, and dosn't like the idea of confronting her feelings alone.
To Palepaw, nothing is to sacred to be joked about, which can sometimes get her into trouble. This is not to say she doesn't care about other's feelings, she just sometimes cant understand what the big deal is.She is uninhibited and lively, and only seems to have two speeds, stop and go. By principal, she sets out to enjoy life, but in affect is weak when facing temptation. Spicing things up, generally in a harmless way, are the end all and be all, not the consequences of doing so. Anything new attracts her - weather it be a fighting or hunting technique, or a peice of gossip. She adores talking, to anyone who will listen. She is easily excited, and is known to skip from one subject to another midthought. At times she is nearly incoherent.
In two words, Palepaw is incurably optimistic, even if her only solution for a problem is to ignore it. She also has a whats-mine-is-yours kind of attitude. She is kind and generous, without a thought in the world concerning saving, conserving, or the future at all for that matter. She thrives on new experiances, on trying things for herself. Simply being told is never enough.
Likes:
telling stories
talking
being with others
trying new things
Dislikes:
being alone
being rushed
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History: Rather uneventful really! Born and raised in thunderclan. She;s known to be a fast runner.
IC Example:
The air was an animal, biting at her as she was rudely untucked from the warm blanket of slumber. Of the few things Palepaw didn't like, the cold of winter was one. She tightened the ball that she was curled in, wrapping her body around the warmth that lingered at her core. The early morning light was still dim and not particularly cruel to her eyes as she fluttered them open, knowing she could not very well get back to sleep now. The others were sleeping around her, and a magpie in the distance was the only exception to the otherwise perfect silence of camp.
She was alone, or might as well be. Reluctantly, she unwraveled herself, exposing her formerly tucked away and warm belly to the air. She shivered once, then stretched, opening her mouth wide in a silent yawn. She padded lightly from the den, not wanting to wake anyone. She may not like the cold, but she loved the wonderland it created. The entire camp had been kissed by frost, tiny crystals clinging to leaves and blades of grass, sparkling yellow and pink in the crisp early morning sunlight.
She was entranced for a mere moment before setting to the task of grooming her pelt to occupy her mind. Others would be up soon to save her from her own head. Getting her coat smooth and glossy like she wanted it simply never happened. It was well groomed and clean, but far too soft and fluffy to lie flat for even a moment. When she got to thinking alone, her confidence faded and she despised the down coat that made her look like a kit. The wide round eyes that struck a perpetually baffled look across her face went from adorable to abhorrible, and she couldn't wait for another cat to rise and save her from self-deprecation.
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