Dapplepaw DONE

[mayday]

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=200815] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM Dapplecoat of the great AshClan Age 6 moons old Gender female Rank aprentince How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS silver and my eyes are green with specks of blue Scars none Appearance Dapplepaw is a really pretty, she cat with a light body and a pretty coat to match. her fur is silver with tabby markings, covering her body with patches of grey with darker tabby stripes through her body. the white on her is on her face, chest, and underbelly as well as her paws and tail tip. Dapplepaw is a small feline, with a swift moving quickness to her when she moves. she has a lean body, which is very small. she's on the small size of the scale. her body is also long, with long, slender legs and a long tail to match herself with. her tail spirls with dark silver markings through the light silver coloration and a white tail tip. Dapplepaw eyes are amazing, with green coloration with specks of blueish grey shining through them. She is also a long hair cat. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M quiet AND soft Personality Quiet- Dapplepaw is more quiet than the usual Ashclan cat, she's a listener and thinks before she saids. she takes everything in and process it before she fully starts to state her opinoun and usually she doesn't unless asked of herself to do so. Soft spoken- Dapplepaw has a soft spoken voice, that is sweet and loving. Her words will always be kind and caring. Sweet- Dapplepaw is one to be very sweet, she cares about everyone in the clan and it shows in her eyes, with love and affection towards each member in the clan wheather its through words or expression through action. Loving- Dapplepaw is a mother by heart, she mothers everyone in the clan some way shape or form. Even just being a therapist and listening to others of her clanmates. Loyal- Dapplepaw is probably one the most loyalist cats you'll ever meet. Yes, she is civil towards other clan members but she never trust anyone outside of her clan. She also is very loyal towards her friends and family, loving them no matter what, even if they do break the warrior code secertly she will love them when everyone else shuns them. (**depending on what the code that they broke she'll still be loyal to you) Preferences Loves Ashclan. playing, hunting and adventure Secret Ambitions She wished she was a medicine cat but she wants kits of her own. Strengths/Weaknesses Possibly being too loving is her weakness but also her strength. Being too quiet, is another one. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE flowernose AND Hawkfur Family None on the site Event that Lead to being a Warrior N/a History Dapplepaw has an depressing life, though she tires to make the best out of it. her mother and father both died from White cough. It was horrible, and this was when she was five moons old, just recently. It has taken a toll on how she is, which is why she is as soft spoken and quiet as Dapplepaw is now. Before she was a lively she-cat, with energy all around her being light and joy to the clan now she's off on her own and does what she is told and doing everything she possibly can to forgive starclan for taking her family. Dapplepaw now wants to be the best warrior to show to her parents that she can do it without them and be a loyal cat to Ashclan and to herself and to her parents. So Dapplecoat lives her life, depressed but she trys everyday to fight that depression and trys everyday to live through not having parents. Sample RP death was all around. with life having tears in it's eyes as death had its jaws wrapped around its throat. suffocating the breath out of it and puncturing the vocal cords. laughing, in the face of life death moved on to each victim that it took and today death was in the shape of a black furred dog. one that took many lives, and probably worked for the grim reaper himself. ironically that is was the beast called himself. the 'grim reaper' was his code name when he didn't want others to know his real name. it fit the dark canine, for he was exactly like it. taking lives with his teeth and strength instead of a sickle. arsen's teeth touched many canines throat, and arsen's tongue tasted many of those canines body parts. yes, indeed the black grim reaper was an cannibal. feasting on the flesh of those that he destroyed. and arsen enjoyed it, with ever bite. savoring over the taste of the canine flesh and the saltness taste of blood with the strong iron after taste. it was arsen's dirty little secret though anyone knew arsen knew it wasnt a secret. hell. the beast was proud of his ability of eating others. he craved the feeling of having others know that he knew. it was something that he wanted possibly more than he wanted actual flesh. though the craving for canine was strong also. the grim reaper was an ugly beast that he was very kind when approached and it wasnt very rare for him to approach you. acting like an average canine then attacking- that was his tactics. snarling, the beat walked down the streets with an hard ass attitude to him. he was a beast like no other, strong, quick and mean and he brought the streets a new fighting style that loved to show off to everyone that he meets. walking down an alley way, arsen heard the cry of a mother telling her child to get away from that beast. looking around, he saw no child and no mother. interested in what was going on, his ears prickled up as he followed the sound. walking down another alley way, the beast quickly turned into a trotting pace. his fur swaying in a beautiful manner as he ran. it was ironic how pretty the canine was and how ugly his personality was. but as you looked closely at the black beast his fur was ragged and choppy and laid in odd ways against his skin. as he got closer to where the nose came from, he saw a brindle dog jump on top of the trash piles like some kind of mentally challenged puppy. shaking his head in a embarrassed manner for the brindle canine, arsen sneaked in the alley way, staying close to the wall. his body slink like some kind of stalker almost like a lion ready to pounce of a zebra. smiling, the black shepherd mix licked his lips in a way of hunger. his belly rumbled as he tasted the blood on his tongue. watching silently, he study the pit mix play with the radio. amused by the talking box, arsen sat down in the darkness. peering at the beast, he watched with amusement as the pit mix attacked the box. it was strange how the beast didn't know what it was but then again arsen wasn't always a street dog and knew more about humans than most street dogs actually did. sitting there quietly, arsen got up from his shadows and made himself appear in the light. his fur shined a blueish color in the sunlight as he stepped out. as he did it was like the eath held it breath and everything stopped moving and waited for the grim reaper to make his deadly move. he threw his head up in the air as he laughed at eddie's comment about magic. You believe in magic, aye? arsen said, quietly with a deadly tone in his voice. intense eyes stared down the brindle dog as his muscles tensed up, he was ready for the fight of a moment. it was awhile sense he fought a pit bull. You call me by the name I’ve lied I meet in secret with those who’ve died Though life is not’ but treachery This life is all the life in me

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Accepted! (: