Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Jun 12, 2008 9:26:35 GMT -5
Name: Mistpaw (previously Rosekit)
Age: 9 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: SilenceClan
Rank: Apprentice
Appearence:
_MisTRosE_
_RosEKiT_
Personality:
Mistpaw is distant at times, but deep down she is caring and understanding. She strives to be what she thinks she is destined to be, but she longs for the life of a true Clan cat. She defends her murderous Clan with the spirit of a loyal WindClanner, but she knows she just doesn't fit in. As hard as she tries, Mistpaw can never totally wash away all her feelings. She is gentle deep down, and her spirit is meeker than she'd like it to be. But she still can be stubborn, and her temper hasn't left her either.
_OlD PersonalitY_
Rosekit is quite unlike her name and her sister, Nectarkit. She's a fiery ball of fur, ready to rip you apart if you dare insult her. She is very stubborn and obstinate at times, but she has a very true heart, which is filled with love for her siblings. Rosekit likes to play pranks sometimes, but mostly in raids on the Medicine cat den, or mousebile spilled on the Elder's bedding.
History:
Mistpaw used to be the playful WindClan kit, Rosekit, until a SilenceClanner named Proditor stole her sister and herself away. In SilenceClan she felt that she would have more respect, and that everyone would stop thinking her a weak insignifigant kit. She became distant and cold but the Rose was still there, even though the Mist shrouded it... Mistpaw never forgot her Clan, and the happiness she had taken for granted.
_DistanT HistorY_
Rosekit was born before Nectarkit, and she made sure every kit in the nursery knew that. When she was born she yowled like there was no tomorrow. Her mother almost considered naming her Yowlingkit. But when her mother's mate came in carrying a flower, Rosekit began to play with it. Of course, the flower was a rose. And when she unsheathed her little claws to catch the soft petals, the two cats saw that her claws were red as a rose...
RP example: Rosekit pounced on the leaf, digging into it with her claws. What was this strange thing? She had never seen anything like it before. She bit at it with her little teeth, but she didn't like the taste. She spat the peices out, wrinkling her nose.
"What is this horrid thing? You've met your match, whatever you are!" Rosekit began to shred the leaf with her little scarlet claws.
Age: 9 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: SilenceClan
Rank: Apprentice
Appearence:
_MisTRosE_
_RosEKiT_
Personality:
Mistpaw is distant at times, but deep down she is caring and understanding. She strives to be what she thinks she is destined to be, but she longs for the life of a true Clan cat. She defends her murderous Clan with the spirit of a loyal WindClanner, but she knows she just doesn't fit in. As hard as she tries, Mistpaw can never totally wash away all her feelings. She is gentle deep down, and her spirit is meeker than she'd like it to be. But she still can be stubborn, and her temper hasn't left her either.
_OlD PersonalitY_
Rosekit is quite unlike her name and her sister, Nectarkit. She's a fiery ball of fur, ready to rip you apart if you dare insult her. She is very stubborn and obstinate at times, but she has a very true heart, which is filled with love for her siblings. Rosekit likes to play pranks sometimes, but mostly in raids on the Medicine cat den, or mousebile spilled on the Elder's bedding.
History:
Mistpaw used to be the playful WindClan kit, Rosekit, until a SilenceClanner named Proditor stole her sister and herself away. In SilenceClan she felt that she would have more respect, and that everyone would stop thinking her a weak insignifigant kit. She became distant and cold but the Rose was still there, even though the Mist shrouded it... Mistpaw never forgot her Clan, and the happiness she had taken for granted.
_DistanT HistorY_
Rosekit was born before Nectarkit, and she made sure every kit in the nursery knew that. When she was born she yowled like there was no tomorrow. Her mother almost considered naming her Yowlingkit. But when her mother's mate came in carrying a flower, Rosekit began to play with it. Of course, the flower was a rose. And when she unsheathed her little claws to catch the soft petals, the two cats saw that her claws were red as a rose...
RP example: Rosekit pounced on the leaf, digging into it with her claws. What was this strange thing? She had never seen anything like it before. She bit at it with her little teeth, but she didn't like the taste. She spat the peices out, wrinkling her nose.
"What is this horrid thing? You've met your match, whatever you are!" Rosekit began to shred the leaf with her little scarlet claws.
