Post by pepperpaw on Jun 19, 2011 15:26:15 GMT -5
pepperpaw of shadowclan
| [atrb=border,0,true]name: pepperpaw | [atrb=border,0,true]age: six moons | [atrb=border,0,true]gender: female | [atrb=border,0,true]clan: shadowclan | [atrb=border,0,true]rank: apprentice |
A P P E A R A N C E:
Pepperpaw was named for her fur. When most think of 'pepper' they think of that black powdery substance. It burns to eat in some cases. She's a bit like her name. Spicy and unpredictable but can be mellow when she wants to be. This is important to think of with Pepperpaw's features. She is the picture of a borderline personality disorder. Her mood shifts visibly. The she-cat is often seen madly dashing off, trying to go two places at once or startling prey in her happy pursuit. A broad grin plasters her features, ready to immediately fall when she hears or sees something negative. Her own body is a tell. It tenses, twitches or relaxes to reflect her mood. Stated loosely, she has a black pelt. It is pure black without a splotch of another color. She is a short haired cat though her tail is a bit fluffy compared to the rest of her body. She hasn't yet outgrown her Nursery-body, aka the kit stage. Her paws are big and clumsy at times, ears slightly small and eyes huge and luminous. In time Pepperpaw will develop into a slender she-cat with long limbs and tall pointed ears. Her eyes will be smaller as her skull gets bigger, slightly narrow and a deeper hue of amber. Her tail won't be so long and bushy when her body grows out. But she has to wait a long time for this to happen. Even when she's reached twelve moons, Pepperpaw will remain youthful in looks. She won't like this. Determined to grow up fast, the apprentice is always seen grooming - rather aggressively - to make herself pretty. As if this will make her more grown-up (we all believe she's expectantly vain) since she just appears more skinny. It's rare to see her fur ragged. It's always shiny and sleek. To note; if you come close to her all dirty and blood stained, Pepperpaw will declare you must stand ten feet away or go soak your head.
Pepperpaw was named for her fur. When most think of 'pepper' they think of that black powdery substance. It burns to eat in some cases. She's a bit like her name. Spicy and unpredictable but can be mellow when she wants to be. This is important to think of with Pepperpaw's features. She is the picture of a borderline personality disorder. Her mood shifts visibly. The she-cat is often seen madly dashing off, trying to go two places at once or startling prey in her happy pursuit. A broad grin plasters her features, ready to immediately fall when she hears or sees something negative. Her own body is a tell. It tenses, twitches or relaxes to reflect her mood. Stated loosely, she has a black pelt. It is pure black without a splotch of another color. She is a short haired cat though her tail is a bit fluffy compared to the rest of her body. She hasn't yet outgrown her Nursery-body, aka the kit stage. Her paws are big and clumsy at times, ears slightly small and eyes huge and luminous. In time Pepperpaw will develop into a slender she-cat with long limbs and tall pointed ears. Her eyes will be smaller as her skull gets bigger, slightly narrow and a deeper hue of amber. Her tail won't be so long and bushy when her body grows out. But she has to wait a long time for this to happen. Even when she's reached twelve moons, Pepperpaw will remain youthful in looks. She won't like this. Determined to grow up fast, the apprentice is always seen grooming - rather aggressively - to make herself pretty. As if this will make her more grown-up (we all believe she's expectantly vain) since she just appears more skinny. It's rare to see her fur ragged. It's always shiny and sleek. To note; if you come close to her all dirty and blood stained, Pepperpaw will declare you must stand ten feet away or go soak your head.
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descriptive sentence: pure black she-cat with amber eyes
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P E R S O N A L I T Y:
She's a girl who is very girlish, very oblivious, very vain, very stupid and probably sounds like a stereotype 'valley girl' but manages to pull off a complex personality that clashes with major traits. You could call her a 'dualism'. Something that cannot exist without the other. There is no doubt she puts more time in her features rather than training and fighting. Anybody can see that. She can be very frustrating when she's more interested in your fur and how you keep it over working out the latest fighting move. For all her own vanity, she sees the inner beauty of everybody. The first thing somebody wouldn't expect from her is a great big compliment. Just don't be shocked when she sits down next to you and decides you need a quick pick-me-up groom! So yes, she is very much in-your-face. If you don't want her to be, cover yourself with mud or dirt or some unknown substance and watch her run away. Her precious fur cannot handle getting stained. She'd still weakly give you 'some' compliment, though she'd require you to stay sixty-feet away or else she's going to faint.
Other cats may find her irritating, others 'cute' but most likely she's somebody you meet once and never see again. She'd be hard to forget or miss in the forest; after all it's a little world in the forest. Pepperpaw, for all her welcoming, has a limited attention span. Also mentioning her memory isn't all that good, she won't remember you that well either. She will go as far as saying; "Oh, you're the one with spots or stripes...uhh, or from that Clan! I know!" Meaning she recalls others vaguely, if at all. Even that knowledge is thin.
She wants to be lady-like, yet most of the time the activities are childish and a borderline tomboy attitude creeps through. She does like to train and she does want to protect others, but she does not know how. She also feels limited and used being in a Clan. Warrior life was forced on her and she saw no other choice but being one. Too proud to admit defeat, too loyal to give it all up, Pepperpaw is still searching for a place in her Clan.
Pyper is a pacifist. Such a strange word for a warrior apprentice, but she is. She doesn't like fighting, yet she wants to be strong. She believes that problems can be solved without violence, that anybody can grow strong without coming to blows. When you battle, people take it seriously. You win or don't. There is going to be a winner or loser. Very rare is a tie. Even if you tie, somebody admits defeat. Fighting brings out the worst in people. She cries when she sees unneeded violence, not understanding people who are mean and do things to hurt others. Even being around violence daily, Pepperpaw is naive and prone to corruption. But since she's so aware (borderline paranoid) of 'those mean people', they'd have to step lightly around her. She isn't that dumb. Just like a scared little child that would run away at the first sight of danger. She is that dumb that she's open to manipulation and not quite to people that are considered evil. She has the type of personality to latch onto somebody who pays her attention. Because of her attention span, this would not happen right away. But she'd generally show cats who constantly flatter her and go out of their way to speak to her special treatment. People take advantage of that and sometimes it could go over her head.
She's a girl who is very girlish, very oblivious, very vain, very stupid and probably sounds like a stereotype 'valley girl' but manages to pull off a complex personality that clashes with major traits. You could call her a 'dualism'. Something that cannot exist without the other. There is no doubt she puts more time in her features rather than training and fighting. Anybody can see that. She can be very frustrating when she's more interested in your fur and how you keep it over working out the latest fighting move. For all her own vanity, she sees the inner beauty of everybody. The first thing somebody wouldn't expect from her is a great big compliment. Just don't be shocked when she sits down next to you and decides you need a quick pick-me-up groom! So yes, she is very much in-your-face. If you don't want her to be, cover yourself with mud or dirt or some unknown substance and watch her run away. Her precious fur cannot handle getting stained. She'd still weakly give you 'some' compliment, though she'd require you to stay sixty-feet away or else she's going to faint.
Other cats may find her irritating, others 'cute' but most likely she's somebody you meet once and never see again. She'd be hard to forget or miss in the forest; after all it's a little world in the forest. Pepperpaw, for all her welcoming, has a limited attention span. Also mentioning her memory isn't all that good, she won't remember you that well either. She will go as far as saying; "Oh, you're the one with spots or stripes...uhh, or from that Clan! I know!" Meaning she recalls others vaguely, if at all. Even that knowledge is thin.
She wants to be lady-like, yet most of the time the activities are childish and a borderline tomboy attitude creeps through. She does like to train and she does want to protect others, but she does not know how. She also feels limited and used being in a Clan. Warrior life was forced on her and she saw no other choice but being one. Too proud to admit defeat, too loyal to give it all up, Pepperpaw is still searching for a place in her Clan.
Pyper is a pacifist. Such a strange word for a warrior apprentice, but she is. She doesn't like fighting, yet she wants to be strong. She believes that problems can be solved without violence, that anybody can grow strong without coming to blows. When you battle, people take it seriously. You win or don't. There is going to be a winner or loser. Very rare is a tie. Even if you tie, somebody admits defeat. Fighting brings out the worst in people. She cries when she sees unneeded violence, not understanding people who are mean and do things to hurt others. Even being around violence daily, Pepperpaw is naive and prone to corruption. But since she's so aware (borderline paranoid) of 'those mean people', they'd have to step lightly around her. She isn't that dumb. Just like a scared little child that would run away at the first sight of danger. She is that dumb that she's open to manipulation and not quite to people that are considered evil. She has the type of personality to latch onto somebody who pays her attention. Because of her attention span, this would not happen right away. But she'd generally show cats who constantly flatter her and go out of their way to speak to her special treatment. People take advantage of that and sometimes it could go over her head.
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likes: pretty things, laughter, choices, meeting new cats, patience, birds (not to eat but to watch), cleanliness, compliments, a sunny day, sleeping in
dislikes: fighting and violence, conflict, dirt, nighttime, cats making fun of her, thinking she's dumb, etc, border patrols
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H I S T O R Y:
There is not much to tell about a life that just started. Pepperpaw was born and so far raised in ShadowClan. At six moons old she received her apprentice status, training under a mentor until deemed worthy to be given a full name. Her kithood was nothing special and her parents less so. They were both Clan cats, average warriors. Pepperpaw was their first litter and only kit. Named after the medicinal plant and her black fur, the kit was relatively happy to receive attention when given. However her parents became very awkward after she was born, realizing they were not cut out to be parents. They had gotten into having kits too early and regretted the choice. But a kit was born and you could not ignore it. They did, however. Choosing to remain mates to each other but not at all close to their daughter, Pepperpaw was left alone in the nursery. Her mother came back only to feed her. Luckily a queen took pity on her and raised her among her own kits.
Pepperpaw remained too young to understand her parents' lack of love. But the damage had been done. She soon forgot their faces, their scent and when her mother came daily to feed her, Pepperpaw would shrink back to the safety of the other queen. She did not know who "that she-cat" was. Pretty soon her own mother gave up. It was up to the non-related queen to address Hawkstar in receiving a ceremony, and when Pepperpaw became an apprentice her real parents remained out of sight.
The black she-cat never took to anybody in the nursery. There is no mentioning of notable friends made and seeing as she had no littermates she never formed sibling bonds. She still remains close to the queen who raised her but other than that, the nursery is a step in the past. She is truly excited to start training, not being limited to the camp in any such way.
There is not much to tell about a life that just started. Pepperpaw was born and so far raised in ShadowClan. At six moons old she received her apprentice status, training under a mentor until deemed worthy to be given a full name. Her kithood was nothing special and her parents less so. They were both Clan cats, average warriors. Pepperpaw was their first litter and only kit. Named after the medicinal plant and her black fur, the kit was relatively happy to receive attention when given. However her parents became very awkward after she was born, realizing they were not cut out to be parents. They had gotten into having kits too early and regretted the choice. But a kit was born and you could not ignore it. They did, however. Choosing to remain mates to each other but not at all close to their daughter, Pepperpaw was left alone in the nursery. Her mother came back only to feed her. Luckily a queen took pity on her and raised her among her own kits.
Pepperpaw remained too young to understand her parents' lack of love. But the damage had been done. She soon forgot their faces, their scent and when her mother came daily to feed her, Pepperpaw would shrink back to the safety of the other queen. She did not know who "that she-cat" was. Pretty soon her own mother gave up. It was up to the non-related queen to address Hawkstar in receiving a ceremony, and when Pepperpaw became an apprentice her real parents remained out of sight.
The black she-cat never took to anybody in the nursery. There is no mentioning of notable friends made and seeing as she had no littermates she never formed sibling bonds. She still remains close to the queen who raised her but other than that, the nursery is a step in the past. She is truly excited to start training, not being limited to the camp in any such way.
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