Post by --|Sootie|-- on Aug 30, 2008 16:19:31 GMT -5
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Name : Windpaw
Gender : Tom
Age : Died at 6moons, would be 12.
Clan : Ice -- Star
Rank : Apprentice
Description : Windpaw was a gentle and softly spoken small grey tom. He was very kind and understanding but also very adventurous. His thick blue-grey pelt was often found with leaves and twigs stuck in it. He wasn't the untidy type, or not really caring about what he looked like, he just had more pressing concerns; like how to climb this tree, or how to cross that river. Windpaw's soft pelt was still baby soft and fluffy when he got apprenticed to his uncle, Swallowsight, and when only hours later he died. He had the most intensely curious and excited yellow eyes, a deep saffron colour. They were always burning with interest. His small ears were always pricked as he listened inconspicuously to the warrior's conversing. His small lithe paw's could indefinitely be found kneading the ground with anticipation while his father, or apprentice friends were somewhere else at battle, or hunting. His long ashy indigo tail lashing from side to side all the while. Even as he lay there dying.
Personality : Windpaw, the diplomat, the comforter, the charmer, the adventurer, the free-spirit. Windpaw is kind and always interested when he speaks with others, no matter how much older than him they are. He is loving and lovable, even if he is unnameable. Windpaw was the opposite to either of his litter mates. They were both shy and quiet, like their mother. Windpaw took after their mischievous father. He wasn't naughty, but wild and carefree. He liked to be busy all the time, and if the nursery wasn't stimulating enough, then he would sneak off into the apprentice's den and make them tell him stories of how they spent their days and night. After he was caught, or went back, he would ponder for hours what it must have felt like to be in the midst of a battle, to fight for honor, to fight for the clan. He would dream as he slept about the satisfaction of biting into the neck of a mouse to kill it, but not to eat it, and then carrying it back, tail high to the camp. Windpaw as a kit dreamt of what he would be as an apprentice, although unlike some badly behaved explorers, he never left camp as a kit. just after his apprentice ceremony, he arranged with his mentor to go straight out and teach him to hunt. His first ever training session, the only one.
History : Windpaw was the last born of his litter, and was always the smallest and the odd one out. His personality clashed with his brother and sister's, and he often felt left out. They never pushed him out, he just felt like he didn't belong. he felt more comfortable with older kits and apprentices. He was so charismatic, he could wrap the elders around his paw, the apprentices always welcomed him into their den, even before he was two moons old. Windpaw often joined in the apprentice's mock fights and in-camp contests. He fitted in their. Once, when he was four moons old, green-cough spread through the camp. Luckily, none of his family fell ill of it. This blessing from above was thanked, but made Windkit feel guilty about the queen's who's kits he'd grew up beside died. He spoke to them, told them how sorry he was for them, and to every queen who had lost a kit, he promised' I'll be your kit too if you like. My momma won't mind sharing.' His compassionate tone made his sincere offer even more upsetting for the families of the deceased, but of course he didn't realize that.
A couple of moons after the green-cough claimed all of it's souls for that season, it became time for Wildkit, Shadowkit and Riverkit's apprenitce ceremonies. All three of them were looking forward to it, even the shy Shadowkit and the antisocial Riverkit. When the night came, Riverkit got apprenticed to Flowerpower, Shadowkit got apprenticed to Pumpkinpatch, and Windkit got apprenticed to their uncle, Swallowsight. Windpaw was incredibly anxious to start his training, and insisted that Swallowsight took him out to teach him how to hunt that night. He agreed and after eating, they left camp.
They reached the mouth of the cold forest, and Swallowsight halted him with a flick of his tail. 'Ill teach you to hunt.' Windpaw realized that he wasn't supposed to know how to hunt, so said nothing. ' First, drop into a crouch, like this. Then, keeping your weight balanced equally over your front and back paws, pull yourself quietly forward. ' Swallowsight was quickly approaching Windpaw now.' When you get close enough to your prey--' Swallowsight never finished his sentence. He shown Windpaw instead. He pushed off with his strong experienced back legs and pounced right on his tiny nephew. He grabbed around his neck with huge black paws and twisted, perfectly demonstrating how to snap a large rabbit's neck. Windpaw gasped as he realized, but by then it was too late. His huge yellow eyes bulged as him dad's brother squeezed harder. Within moments, he was dead. Swallowsight stood back admiring his work. he thought for a moment, then killed a mouse and dragged Windpaw and the mouse back to camp. His explanation was simply ' He tried to chase a squirrel and fell from tree. The medicine cat knew differently, after the innocent apprentice visited her in a dream only two nights later. She told Mothdust and Hawkflight, after consulting |Fozstar. Swallowsight was banished from the clan and sworn to be killed if he ever set foot on Ice Clan territory again.
Windpaw has walked with Star Clan for six moons now, he works his magic with the departed souls. He fulfilled his purpose in Star Clan, and took his rightful place in Silverpelt. He spends almost all of his time watching out for his family and friends, and tracking Swallowsight, the jealous barren murderer, ensuring that he could never take a place in the stars.
Relationships : Mother- Mothdust
Father- Hawkflight
Uncle/ mentor- Swallowsight
Siblings- [sister] Riversplash [brother] Shadowsky
Role-Play : In history
Motto/Themesong : Whisper into the wind and hear their voices. Shout at the storm and look stupid.
Name : Windpaw
Gender : Tom
Age : Died at 6moons, would be 12.
Clan : Ice -- Star
Rank : Apprentice
Description : Windpaw was a gentle and softly spoken small grey tom. He was very kind and understanding but also very adventurous. His thick blue-grey pelt was often found with leaves and twigs stuck in it. He wasn't the untidy type, or not really caring about what he looked like, he just had more pressing concerns; like how to climb this tree, or how to cross that river. Windpaw's soft pelt was still baby soft and fluffy when he got apprenticed to his uncle, Swallowsight, and when only hours later he died. He had the most intensely curious and excited yellow eyes, a deep saffron colour. They were always burning with interest. His small ears were always pricked as he listened inconspicuously to the warrior's conversing. His small lithe paw's could indefinitely be found kneading the ground with anticipation while his father, or apprentice friends were somewhere else at battle, or hunting. His long ashy indigo tail lashing from side to side all the while. Even as he lay there dying.
Personality : Windpaw, the diplomat, the comforter, the charmer, the adventurer, the free-spirit. Windpaw is kind and always interested when he speaks with others, no matter how much older than him they are. He is loving and lovable, even if he is unnameable. Windpaw was the opposite to either of his litter mates. They were both shy and quiet, like their mother. Windpaw took after their mischievous father. He wasn't naughty, but wild and carefree. He liked to be busy all the time, and if the nursery wasn't stimulating enough, then he would sneak off into the apprentice's den and make them tell him stories of how they spent their days and night. After he was caught, or went back, he would ponder for hours what it must have felt like to be in the midst of a battle, to fight for honor, to fight for the clan. He would dream as he slept about the satisfaction of biting into the neck of a mouse to kill it, but not to eat it, and then carrying it back, tail high to the camp. Windpaw as a kit dreamt of what he would be as an apprentice, although unlike some badly behaved explorers, he never left camp as a kit. just after his apprentice ceremony, he arranged with his mentor to go straight out and teach him to hunt. His first ever training session, the only one.
History : Windpaw was the last born of his litter, and was always the smallest and the odd one out. His personality clashed with his brother and sister's, and he often felt left out. They never pushed him out, he just felt like he didn't belong. he felt more comfortable with older kits and apprentices. He was so charismatic, he could wrap the elders around his paw, the apprentices always welcomed him into their den, even before he was two moons old. Windpaw often joined in the apprentice's mock fights and in-camp contests. He fitted in their. Once, when he was four moons old, green-cough spread through the camp. Luckily, none of his family fell ill of it. This blessing from above was thanked, but made Windkit feel guilty about the queen's who's kits he'd grew up beside died. He spoke to them, told them how sorry he was for them, and to every queen who had lost a kit, he promised' I'll be your kit too if you like. My momma won't mind sharing.' His compassionate tone made his sincere offer even more upsetting for the families of the deceased, but of course he didn't realize that.
A couple of moons after the green-cough claimed all of it's souls for that season, it became time for Wildkit, Shadowkit and Riverkit's apprenitce ceremonies. All three of them were looking forward to it, even the shy Shadowkit and the antisocial Riverkit. When the night came, Riverkit got apprenticed to Flowerpower, Shadowkit got apprenticed to Pumpkinpatch, and Windkit got apprenticed to their uncle, Swallowsight. Windpaw was incredibly anxious to start his training, and insisted that Swallowsight took him out to teach him how to hunt that night. He agreed and after eating, they left camp.
They reached the mouth of the cold forest, and Swallowsight halted him with a flick of his tail. 'Ill teach you to hunt.' Windpaw realized that he wasn't supposed to know how to hunt, so said nothing. ' First, drop into a crouch, like this. Then, keeping your weight balanced equally over your front and back paws, pull yourself quietly forward. ' Swallowsight was quickly approaching Windpaw now.' When you get close enough to your prey--' Swallowsight never finished his sentence. He shown Windpaw instead. He pushed off with his strong experienced back legs and pounced right on his tiny nephew. He grabbed around his neck with huge black paws and twisted, perfectly demonstrating how to snap a large rabbit's neck. Windpaw gasped as he realized, but by then it was too late. His huge yellow eyes bulged as him dad's brother squeezed harder. Within moments, he was dead. Swallowsight stood back admiring his work. he thought for a moment, then killed a mouse and dragged Windpaw and the mouse back to camp. His explanation was simply ' He tried to chase a squirrel and fell from tree. The medicine cat knew differently, after the innocent apprentice visited her in a dream only two nights later. She told Mothdust and Hawkflight, after consulting |Fozstar. Swallowsight was banished from the clan and sworn to be killed if he ever set foot on Ice Clan territory again.
Windpaw has walked with Star Clan for six moons now, he works his magic with the departed souls. He fulfilled his purpose in Star Clan, and took his rightful place in Silverpelt. He spends almost all of his time watching out for his family and friends, and tracking Swallowsight, the jealous barren murderer, ensuring that he could never take a place in the stars.
Relationships : Mother- Mothdust
Father- Hawkflight
Uncle/ mentor- Swallowsight
Siblings- [sister] Riversplash [brother] Shadowsky
Role-Play : In history
Motto/Themesong : Whisper into the wind and hear their voices. Shout at the storm and look stupid.
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