Post by Oakpaw on Jan 21, 2008 19:08:31 GMT -5
Name: Oakpaw [Then, Oakstorm]
Gender: Tom
Clan: BoulderClan
Rank: Apprentice
Appearance: Oakpaw is a light brown cat. Most of his light brown is covered with dark brown stripes over his back and legs. He has a white under belly and greenish gray eyes. He has big ears and a small brown nose.
Picture:
Personality: Oakpaw is a very shy cat. Oakpaw takes in everything he learns and really studies it. He is not indpendant and mean, he just is very self conscious. Sometimes he is afraid of what other cats will think of him with his interesting colored eyes or is small frame. He likes being around other cats and playing, but he also likes to be alone so he can think about the best fighting techniches or the best ways to hunt.
He loves to play and have fun with his friends. A lot of his strong and brave friends really accept him for who he is and doesn’t expect him to be the bravest, toughest cat around. Oakpaw is a very small cat for an apprentice, only a little bigger than the largest kit, but he doesn’t really mind.
Family: Mother - Dawnheart
Father - Iceshadow
Siblings - Died when they were kits
Sample Roleplay: "YOUCH!!!" Oakpaw yowled as he felt a sharp pain in his tail. Oakpaw blinked and looked up from his position in his nest. One of the other apprentices had stepped on his tail. "Watch it, Weaselpaw," Oak paw grumbled as he blinked sleep from his eyes and sat up. The small tom padded out of the apprentices den and walked over to the nursery to see his mother's newest kits.
Oakpaw padded into the nursery where his mother, Dawnheart sat on her side, three tiny kits clinging to her stomach, getting as much milk as possible. "Hello Dawnheart," Oakpaw mewed, sitting beside his mothers head, straring down at the tiny little cats. "Beautiful litter you have," Oakpaw added, thinking about how much he missed his brothers who had died in the cold hard leafbare when they were born.
After staying a while with Dawnheart and the kits and getting a swift lick on the ear, Oakpaw bounded out of the nursery and headed for the fresh kill pile. He picked up a plump mouse and padded over to a nettle clump where a couple more apprentices sat. Oakpaw bit into the mouse, the warm smell of fresh kill making him happy. With a full, Oakpaw walked slowly over to the clearing in the middle of the camp and lay down to bask in the broad sunlight.
Gender: Tom
Clan: BoulderClan
Rank: Apprentice
Appearance: Oakpaw is a light brown cat. Most of his light brown is covered with dark brown stripes over his back and legs. He has a white under belly and greenish gray eyes. He has big ears and a small brown nose.
Picture:
Personality: Oakpaw is a very shy cat. Oakpaw takes in everything he learns and really studies it. He is not indpendant and mean, he just is very self conscious. Sometimes he is afraid of what other cats will think of him with his interesting colored eyes or is small frame. He likes being around other cats and playing, but he also likes to be alone so he can think about the best fighting techniches or the best ways to hunt.
He loves to play and have fun with his friends. A lot of his strong and brave friends really accept him for who he is and doesn’t expect him to be the bravest, toughest cat around. Oakpaw is a very small cat for an apprentice, only a little bigger than the largest kit, but he doesn’t really mind.
Family: Mother - Dawnheart
Father - Iceshadow
Siblings - Died when they were kits
Sample Roleplay: "YOUCH!!!" Oakpaw yowled as he felt a sharp pain in his tail. Oakpaw blinked and looked up from his position in his nest. One of the other apprentices had stepped on his tail. "Watch it, Weaselpaw," Oak paw grumbled as he blinked sleep from his eyes and sat up. The small tom padded out of the apprentices den and walked over to the nursery to see his mother's newest kits.
Oakpaw padded into the nursery where his mother, Dawnheart sat on her side, three tiny kits clinging to her stomach, getting as much milk as possible. "Hello Dawnheart," Oakpaw mewed, sitting beside his mothers head, straring down at the tiny little cats. "Beautiful litter you have," Oakpaw added, thinking about how much he missed his brothers who had died in the cold hard leafbare when they were born.
After staying a while with Dawnheart and the kits and getting a swift lick on the ear, Oakpaw bounded out of the nursery and headed for the fresh kill pile. He picked up a plump mouse and padded over to a nettle clump where a couple more apprentices sat. Oakpaw bit into the mouse, the warm smell of fresh kill making him happy. With a full, Oakpaw walked slowly over to the clearing in the middle of the camp and lay down to bask in the broad sunlight.