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Post by The ~Ice[y]~ is >Winged on Mar 2, 2008 13:12:02 GMT -5
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Name - Firpaw
Gender - She-cat(it explains in the description)
Age - 6 moons
Clan - IceClan
Rank - Apprentice
Description - Firpaw is female. If an orange tabby is female it is labeled a genetic defect{elaborates in personality}. Firpaw is one hundred percent Tabby. She has long golden fur and beautiful golden eyes. Her tabby stripes are an extremely faint orange, barely visible at first sight. The backs of her perfectly pointed ears are a cinnamon brown, and her paws are the same cinnamon brown as well. The cinnamon from her ears leaks down onto her face, making a mask shape form around and cradles the bottoms of her eyes, giving a shadow effect. From the corners of her eyes, the same cinnamon brown stretches out like a single vain then simply fades into the golden colour of her pelt.
Personality - As stated above, the fact that she's a genetic defect never really had an effect on her, that is, until she needed to pay attention. Firpaw has what the twolegs would call, ADD. ADD is an attention disorder that really takes a toll on her. When she isn't dazing off into space, she's usually around with her friends playing in the snow, or by herself in one of the dens in camp. She's usually really silly and never serious when she has to be. And she unfortunately has a horrible attitude problem. Sometimes she'll go to the Medicine Cats den to empty her troubles onto our dear Mutestorm.
But as said before, she is an amazing friend and surrounds herself with those who care for her and love her. She can also tell when someone is lying, but rarely ever says it out loud when they are. She's too polite to point it out.
She looks at things differently the way most other cats do. She doesn't know what's different about her thinking, but she just knows that others are different, and this sometimes makes her shy away from big groups of unfamiliar cats.
History -
She doesn't have much of a history. She was born and raised normally, by a normal IceClan queen and taken care of as if the true dangers of the forest were but a myth or story, far out of her reach. Until the fateful night that left all of IceClan in despair.
The night the ravens attacked. The ravens had slain her father before her eyes. She remembered seeing the cats around her howl in agony as the ravens ripped at their flesh and brutally murdered them. She remembered hearing her mother cry out sorrow as she ran towards the raven that had taken the life away from father, and then soon after, her mother. She remembered watching in horror as Wingedpaw - the apprentice guarding them at the time - had bravely fought off all the ravens trying to get in.
She not has a slight fear of large birds, but nothing to stop her training of an apprentice. But subconsciously, the real fear is about to go over the edge.
Relationships -
Mother- Deceased
Father- Deceased
Siblings- None
Mentor- Ravenfeather
IC - don't need
Motto/Themesong - none.
Name - Firpaw
Gender - She-cat(it explains in the description)
Age - 6 moons
Clan - IceClan
Rank - Apprentice
Description - Firpaw is female. If an orange tabby is female it is labeled a genetic defect{elaborates in personality}. Firpaw is one hundred percent Tabby. She has long golden fur and beautiful golden eyes. Her tabby stripes are an extremely faint orange, barely visible at first sight. The backs of her perfectly pointed ears are a cinnamon brown, and her paws are the same cinnamon brown as well. The cinnamon from her ears leaks down onto her face, making a mask shape form around and cradles the bottoms of her eyes, giving a shadow effect. From the corners of her eyes, the same cinnamon brown stretches out like a single vain then simply fades into the golden colour of her pelt.
Personality - As stated above, the fact that she's a genetic defect never really had an effect on her, that is, until she needed to pay attention. Firpaw has what the twolegs would call, ADD. ADD is an attention disorder that really takes a toll on her. When she isn't dazing off into space, she's usually around with her friends playing in the snow, or by herself in one of the dens in camp. She's usually really silly and never serious when she has to be. And she unfortunately has a horrible attitude problem. Sometimes she'll go to the Medicine Cats den to empty her troubles onto our dear Mutestorm.
But as said before, she is an amazing friend and surrounds herself with those who care for her and love her. She can also tell when someone is lying, but rarely ever says it out loud when they are. She's too polite to point it out.
She looks at things differently the way most other cats do. She doesn't know what's different about her thinking, but she just knows that others are different, and this sometimes makes her shy away from big groups of unfamiliar cats.
History -
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She doesn't have much of a history. She was born and raised normally, by a normal IceClan queen and taken care of as if the true dangers of the forest were but a myth or story, far out of her reach. Until the fateful night that left all of IceClan in despair.
The night the ravens attacked. The ravens had slain her father before her eyes. She remembered seeing the cats around her howl in agony as the ravens ripped at their flesh and brutally murdered them. She remembered hearing her mother cry out sorrow as she ran towards the raven that had taken the life away from father, and then soon after, her mother. She remembered watching in horror as Wingedpaw - the apprentice guarding them at the time - had bravely fought off all the ravens trying to get in.
She not has a slight fear of large birds, but nothing to stop her training of an apprentice. But subconsciously, the real fear is about to go over the edge.
Relationships -
Mother- Deceased
Father- Deceased
Siblings- None
Mentor- Ravenfeather
IC - don't need
Motto/Themesong - none.
