Post by SymphonicHeart on Jan 26, 2008 0:57:14 GMT -5
xx; Name Bloodpaw
xx; Gender she-cat
xx; Clan Shadowclan
xx; Rank medicine cat apprentice
xx; Age 8 moons
xx; Description Bloodpaw is a small black apprentice. She has a short, smooth pure black pelt that glows brightly in the moonlight. Her small paws are a bright blood red and glow brightly in the sunlight. Her eyes are two bright yellow orbs that seem to be clouded fear and pain. The way her eyes look can give some cats the sense of fear and foreboding, often intimidating them. Her tail is long and slender, like her pelt. Red markings run along the upper part of it. On her back is a giant red scar from an unknown cat. Her claws are long and deadly. Her claws can not be fully retracted because of there length and have blood red tips. Her fangs are long and just as deadly. With her lean, slim body, she is able to move swiftly and stealthy. Though she is small and petite she is a very deadly fighter when she is forced into battle. She is cunning and thinks before she acts.
xx; Personality Though her appearance and name seem to be foreboding, she is a very kind a sweet cat. She will never put up a strong front, only a frail one. She will put the clan before herself and has shown complete dedication to her clan. She can be talkative and seem like a little bundle of energy. She may be scolded many times for not acting serious , but she will never change. She will become fierce when faced in battle. She tries to avoid battle at all cost. Her appearance has been know to intimidate some cats, which hurts Bloodpaw more than a wound. Her feelings can easily be hurt and she has a very hard time recovering from a mental wound, all because of her past, she has become very frail. When talking about the past, Bloodpaw becomes secretive and will always refuse to speak about it.
xx; History Bloodpaw was not a clan born cat. She was born into a pack of rouges and known as Blood. The pack that she was in was known as one of the most bloodthirsty packs of them all, her parents where some of the most bloodthirsty. She had only one sister, Anger was her name and they grew up close. When around the age of 2 moons, Blood and Anger where begin taught some of the best fighting techniques. They where taught to act bloodthirsty and evil. She grew into a bloodthirsty demon just like the rest, but Anger was even worse. One night changed Blood's life when the pack that she lived in began a war with another. Even though her and Anger where only 3 moons at the time, they fought bravely. The whole war lasted a quarter moon, both packs fighting hard and not stopping. It all ended when Anger fell victim to a fatal blow. She died instantly. Blood witnessed this and felt Anger, Rage and hatred swell into her small body. She loved Anger, and to see her die at the hands of the enemy was too much. She fought blindly with fury driving her on. When she came to her senses, all around were dead, even those of her own pack. Her paws and claws where stained forever in there blood, a painful reminder. She wandered around, wanted to die, knowing nothing to drive her on, until she found Shadowclan. They took her in with open arms. She felt at home again. She became to medicine cat apprentice because, she sis not wish to face combat to often. She still grieves for her fallen kin who died at her paws, and greatly misses anger.
xx; Additional Info none
xx; Gender she-cat
xx; Clan Shadowclan
xx; Rank medicine cat apprentice
xx; Age 8 moons
xx; Description Bloodpaw is a small black apprentice. She has a short, smooth pure black pelt that glows brightly in the moonlight. Her small paws are a bright blood red and glow brightly in the sunlight. Her eyes are two bright yellow orbs that seem to be clouded fear and pain. The way her eyes look can give some cats the sense of fear and foreboding, often intimidating them. Her tail is long and slender, like her pelt. Red markings run along the upper part of it. On her back is a giant red scar from an unknown cat. Her claws are long and deadly. Her claws can not be fully retracted because of there length and have blood red tips. Her fangs are long and just as deadly. With her lean, slim body, she is able to move swiftly and stealthy. Though she is small and petite she is a very deadly fighter when she is forced into battle. She is cunning and thinks before she acts.
xx; Personality Though her appearance and name seem to be foreboding, she is a very kind a sweet cat. She will never put up a strong front, only a frail one. She will put the clan before herself and has shown complete dedication to her clan. She can be talkative and seem like a little bundle of energy. She may be scolded many times for not acting serious , but she will never change. She will become fierce when faced in battle. She tries to avoid battle at all cost. Her appearance has been know to intimidate some cats, which hurts Bloodpaw more than a wound. Her feelings can easily be hurt and she has a very hard time recovering from a mental wound, all because of her past, she has become very frail. When talking about the past, Bloodpaw becomes secretive and will always refuse to speak about it.
xx; History Bloodpaw was not a clan born cat. She was born into a pack of rouges and known as Blood. The pack that she was in was known as one of the most bloodthirsty packs of them all, her parents where some of the most bloodthirsty. She had only one sister, Anger was her name and they grew up close. When around the age of 2 moons, Blood and Anger where begin taught some of the best fighting techniques. They where taught to act bloodthirsty and evil. She grew into a bloodthirsty demon just like the rest, but Anger was even worse. One night changed Blood's life when the pack that she lived in began a war with another. Even though her and Anger where only 3 moons at the time, they fought bravely. The whole war lasted a quarter moon, both packs fighting hard and not stopping. It all ended when Anger fell victim to a fatal blow. She died instantly. Blood witnessed this and felt Anger, Rage and hatred swell into her small body. She loved Anger, and to see her die at the hands of the enemy was too much. She fought blindly with fury driving her on. When she came to her senses, all around were dead, even those of her own pack. Her paws and claws where stained forever in there blood, a painful reminder. She wandered around, wanted to die, knowing nothing to drive her on, until she found Shadowclan. They took her in with open arms. She felt at home again. She became to medicine cat apprentice because, she sis not wish to face combat to often. She still grieves for her fallen kin who died at her paws, and greatly misses anger.
xx; Additional Info none
