palepaw ,, aspenclan apprentice

[eyota]

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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 palepaw of the great aspenClan Age 11 moons Gender male Rank apprentice How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS pale ginger and my eyes are cold amber Scars over his right eye ,, above where his tail is joint to his body. Appearance pale ginger fur as a coat laid upon my back. shocking cold amber eyes to look at you with. but that is the basics. i bet you are looking for the full length of my appearance so i will give it to you in shots. firstly. my fur. to the eyes from a distance it appears white, with a coat of faint yellow brushed over the tips. giving me a yellow-white appearance. like fainted yellow snow. but up close, my fur is a creamy mixture of white and ginger. very pale in color and texture. my name sake is from the shade my pelt is. despite popular belief, my fur, which appears silk-like in appearance, is very soft and fluffy to the touch. that's what comes from having a long haired coat. the heat kills me a little inside every time green leaf comes. i guess the next step is to move onto my eyes. they are very pale in color, according to family members and to the puddles around our territory. but they have this cold look in them. it's as if they are frozen in a cold mode, even when i am happy i know my eyes appear cold and show indifference. but they do warm and chill with my emotions sometimes. i am described to have a frown upon my face most of the time. but now, is the time to describe my built. at the moment, as i am still growing, i am normal heigh for a male cat, with oddly, very lean limps and an un-naturally long tail. traits from my mother non-the-less. sadly, i inherited my father's ears, larger then expected on my head. i've been told, and hope, that i will grow into them! i have two noticeable scars, cause i have been in a fight or two. where my tail joins to my body, a patch of fur in missing, and there is a large scar. another scar if over my right eye, it's pretty easy to see it through my fur. little things to know about me is that my claws are white, thin, but very long and my nose is brown color. my whiskers are feathery and white in color. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M sarcastic AND rude Personality i guess the story is still the same. i'll give you the ups and downs of myself personally. i will not tell a lie about me unless the truth is meant to be a lie. i am very nice i quess. i am just a normal tom, with normal tom needs. looking at she-cats, trying and failing to flirt a little. even going about to show off. but then again, that isn't really me. i mean, i love thunderstorm, i love running under the flashing and roaring sky. i love feeling like i am on the run. cause the wind in my fur is what makes me feel alive. i am naturally curious, so when i hear the song birds start singing i tend to sit and listen, as if i am one with nature. i don't do much other then hunt and have those fights i am forced to fight in. if only i could be a elder! but that may never happen since my nature is to forgive and help all those who need it. i've been told, despite my hard look, i am one of the sweetest cat's you'll ever meet. if you need a friend, even for a moment, i'm there. according to friends, i can be that beautiful flower you just want to pick, but can't pull yourself to do it. but other then my quiet, kind, shy nature, i do have a sharp tongue! everyone is very tempermental at times and i do have my moments. i mean, who doesn't. i'm usually a grump when the weather is to hot to bare, or when i have to actually go swimming to cool down enough to live the rest of the day. but it's a bonus, cause the water's loud notice makes me at ease. i'm known to be a bit on edge when there is nothing but silence. it can never be good. i find that the silence is like a cat sneaking up from behind. the quicker they do it, and the quieter they do it, the quicker they can kill you. yes i am scared of death, just as much as everyone else. but it's reality, and that is what comes right after birth. your born, you live a little and then you die. they see me as a bit of a sarcastic tom when it comes to death. i've been known to give really sarcastic remarks to the fallen of my clan around others, i bring them out of sorrow, even if it turns them into ruder cats. but they do not see the hurt that comes with my sarcastium. i use it as a cover up. i have to, or i'll be broken all the time. Preferences goods || thunderstorms ,, sound of rushing water ,, hunting ,, thrush ,, she-cats ,, friendship ,, bird songs ,, fresh air ,, dawn ,, dust ,, sleep bads || fire ,, silence ,, fighting ,, toms ,, enemies ,, twolegs ,, greenleaf ,, new leaf ,, working to much Secret Ambitions one || kits two || leadership Strengths/Weaknesses good || running ,, climbing ,, hunting ,, sleeping ,, lying bad || friends ,, swimming ,, falling ,, love ,, left flack How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE foxflight AND jaywing Family foxflight was a beautiful ginger and orange-brown she-cat. she was in appearance, much like a fox. her eyes were amber, and her face always gave off a surprised, or dreamy-expression. she was known as a loony in her clan, always saying things were signs. jaywing was a white and grey tom cat. he had large blue eyes, and he large big ears and built. he was known for his great hunting and fighting skills. Event that Lead to being a Warrior umm, i am an apprentice History the winter night, was oddly warm. but my mum always told me it was a sign. you see my mom was know for being a loony. she had my dad who believed her to a point, but other then that i was the only one who truely and utterly believed my mother. i was just like her in my young moons of kit hood. when the weather was unnaturally warm on crisp nights in leaf-bare, we would say as if in union, that a good hearted kit was born in the era of dark. i now know that my mother meant me as well. i guess i love how her loony ways somethings come true. i've always been a good hunter, and as an apprentice i could bring in many thrushes. but the prey is low now, so i have to be warry. but back then it was plenty and the world was beautiful. right now however, i am scared. i am so scared. my history is so simple. so much like a real kit's history. i guess my heart isn't in to this right now. but listen to me closely. as i aged through out my kit-hood i became a quiet little apprentice, saying by myself and listening to others, and then understanding slowly before repling. i guess a few times i have answered with out a thought i mind. i was a little trouble maker, going out with out permission and even joking about crossing the border and fighting a badger. the normal apprentice things. i guess. Sample RP heyy, this post is of my character, charlotte evermore, ;] > - - - the roar of an engine took charlotte's eyes off the children running to wards the school house. her face harden into it's normal look. usually she got a nod from the people. she was pretty feared by the people her age, since some knew her swing more then they should. but when the strange man walked by, her anger flared. climbing to her feet her eyes followed the man to his table. boy was he in for it. turning to the bar in a swish of her steps she ordered another round of watery-beer. she needed to be sharp in case anything went down. while she waited for the beer to arrive in it's glass she tugged on her shirt. bending down she made sure to see that her guns were in her boots. when she was cool with it, she mumbled to butcher, what sounded like a thank you before stalking over to the new man. a sway in her hips. > - - - "mind if i sit here?" she didn't need to ask she would of sat there anyways, slipping her watery-beer in a fashion that was clearly manly, while the rest of her gave off a female touch. "i haven't seen ya, around these parts? you new?" her eyes traveled the man's face, her cow-boy hat rested on her head. she couldn't help but give the man a grin. she felt like she had known the man before, his face was not familiar. her heart beaten in her chest as she pulled out a chair, silently, and sat down, her left arm hanging loosely over the back of the chair in full reach of her boot if she needed it. her grin faded to a blank look as she pulled off her hat to brush her hair out of her face and placing the hat back on she nodded respectfully. "where ya from." one move to tell her he was a outlaw and she would shot his brains out. > - - - her eyes forced on his face. a memory flickered behind her eyes as she just stared blankly ahead. there had been many exiles, but the worst had been when her dear friend sue rae maersters had been whipped and killed. her eyes drifted close as she remembered having to stand there and watch. she was a gunslinger even then. although she was sure that sue was doing everything for the greater good, she had been held there by the mayors eye. her worst fear was death and watching the man that had helped her so many times getting tied up. now charlotte never cried, not even when she fell out of the tree when she was eight and she had broken her arm. more importantly was the fact that she only cried twice. once when her friend rowan had disappeared and then again, that night when sue died. > - - - parting her lips she snapped her eyes open and looked up at the stranger. her nose flared again, but she dare not move. looking at the man before her with more of that 'old, get-him-good', look she used to wear as a young teenager. she leaned forward on the table and lifted her glass behind her. butcher seemed to take the hint and poor her more beer, less water. but charlotte just stared at the stranger, waiting for an answer. her face was more or less hidden in the shadow of her hat, but from her eyes onward, there was the glister of mystery as she tried to figure out the only face she could not place a name to. the dead flower the little girl had given her, still neatly tucked behind charlotte's ear. 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

[Stella]

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