Post by .:HalfClan:. on Sept 28, 2007 16:38:14 GMT -5
Name:
Treepaw | Jaypaw
Gender:
Tom | She-cat
Rank:
Apprentices
Clan:
Windclan
Appearance:
Treepaw has jet black fur with faint flecks of silver along his muzzle, legs, tail and underbelly, making him look older then he really is. His fur is short and always well groomed. His face is oddly triagular and his ears are pointed. He has a slender body with long legs, making him look like more of a hunter then a fighter. This, however, is not true. Treepaw is a talented fighter thanks to his agile body. He has cold brown eyes.
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Jaypaw has coppery brown fur that looks like dark rust in the sun. Her fur is longer then her brother, Treepaw's but still fairly short. She's not often as well groomed as her brother, cleaning her fur only when she's not hunting, training or patroling. She has a long body, lean and strong. She has beautiful jay-blue eyes.
Personality:( 8 sentances)
Treepaw is an unusual cat. He shows no emotion. None! He approaches everything in a logical mannor. He obeys the rules to there fullest, unless he truely believes them to be wrong. He prides himself on always being punctual and knoledgable. When he's not training or hunting and patroling for his clan, he's listening to elders tales or practicing battle moves.
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Jaypaw is a born leader. She's ambicous and wants what's best for Windclan. Though she's not as smart as her brother, she still is quite bright and level headed. She's kind and compationet, hardly ever letting her anger get the best of her. Though she can get un rational when she's mad, she knows when to hold her tongue. She'll often voice her oppions. She has a strong fear of Shadowclan cats and tries her best to avoid then. Treepaw has often called this 'a foolish fear, for Shadowclan cats are like us' but Jaypaw doesn't believe that.
Heritage:
Treepaw and Jaypaw were both born to two Windclan cats, Scarletfeather and Timberfall. Timberfall had been killed by a Shadowclan raiding party before the kits were born and Scarletfeather died while giving birth to them. A queen nursed them, but never tried to hide them not being her kits. Jaypaw had asked the queen, Morningflight, who her real parents were and she told the kits what happend. Jaypaw was horrifide that Shadowclan had murdered her father and feared them ever since. Treepaw regarded the news the way he did everything else. With no emotion. He commented on how it was tradgic how both cats had died, but simpley said they were in Starclan and probably happy.
Role Play Sample:
"Shadowclan!" Jaypaw hissed as the foul sent hit her mouth. "They were here! I can smell them!"
"It's possible Shadowclan was here." Treepaw mewed, his voice it's normal emotionless tone. "But it's also equally possible that their sent has just drifted from the boarder. We are close by it, Jaypaw." He looked at his sister and could clearly see the fear in her eyes. "If Shadowclan was here, I think they'd have better things to do them attack two newly made apprentices."
How does he always seem to read my mind?! Jaypaw tried to calm herself down. "I know Tree, it's just... They killed our father! Their monsters!" Her voice had risen to a high pitched note of panic, as though at any minute a dark Shadowclan cat would jump from the shadows and slash her throat. She swallowed hard.
"They are not monsters. They are cats like you and I." His mewed, trying to calm his hystarical sister. "I'm sure Windclan cats have killed Shadowclan cats before. In fact, I know they have." He flicked his pointed ear. "Still, I think we've caught enough prey if you'd like to go back?"
"I'm no coward!" Jaypaw growled, her copper brown fur brickling.
"I never said you were. I mearly think that this is bothering you and that it would be the smart thing to do." Treepaw replied, going over and picking up a pigon he had caught earlier.
Though she knew he'd never admit it, Jaypaw knew this was Treepaws way of saying he cared. "Alright. As long as we're clear." She mewed with a smile, picking up her mouse. "Come on." She turned in direction of camp and trotted forwards, happy to get far away from Shadowclan.
Custom or cannon:
Custom
Did you read the rules?:
Blind Kits Kick Butt
Treepaw | Jaypaw
Gender:
Tom | She-cat
Rank:
Apprentices
Clan:
Windclan
Appearance:
Treepaw has jet black fur with faint flecks of silver along his muzzle, legs, tail and underbelly, making him look older then he really is. His fur is short and always well groomed. His face is oddly triagular and his ears are pointed. He has a slender body with long legs, making him look like more of a hunter then a fighter. This, however, is not true. Treepaw is a talented fighter thanks to his agile body. He has cold brown eyes.
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Jaypaw has coppery brown fur that looks like dark rust in the sun. Her fur is longer then her brother, Treepaw's but still fairly short. She's not often as well groomed as her brother, cleaning her fur only when she's not hunting, training or patroling. She has a long body, lean and strong. She has beautiful jay-blue eyes.
Personality:( 8 sentances)
Treepaw is an unusual cat. He shows no emotion. None! He approaches everything in a logical mannor. He obeys the rules to there fullest, unless he truely believes them to be wrong. He prides himself on always being punctual and knoledgable. When he's not training or hunting and patroling for his clan, he's listening to elders tales or practicing battle moves.
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Jaypaw is a born leader. She's ambicous and wants what's best for Windclan. Though she's not as smart as her brother, she still is quite bright and level headed. She's kind and compationet, hardly ever letting her anger get the best of her. Though she can get un rational when she's mad, she knows when to hold her tongue. She'll often voice her oppions. She has a strong fear of Shadowclan cats and tries her best to avoid then. Treepaw has often called this 'a foolish fear, for Shadowclan cats are like us' but Jaypaw doesn't believe that.
Heritage:
Treepaw and Jaypaw were both born to two Windclan cats, Scarletfeather and Timberfall. Timberfall had been killed by a Shadowclan raiding party before the kits were born and Scarletfeather died while giving birth to them. A queen nursed them, but never tried to hide them not being her kits. Jaypaw had asked the queen, Morningflight, who her real parents were and she told the kits what happend. Jaypaw was horrifide that Shadowclan had murdered her father and feared them ever since. Treepaw regarded the news the way he did everything else. With no emotion. He commented on how it was tradgic how both cats had died, but simpley said they were in Starclan and probably happy.
Role Play Sample:
"Shadowclan!" Jaypaw hissed as the foul sent hit her mouth. "They were here! I can smell them!"
"It's possible Shadowclan was here." Treepaw mewed, his voice it's normal emotionless tone. "But it's also equally possible that their sent has just drifted from the boarder. We are close by it, Jaypaw." He looked at his sister and could clearly see the fear in her eyes. "If Shadowclan was here, I think they'd have better things to do them attack two newly made apprentices."
How does he always seem to read my mind?! Jaypaw tried to calm herself down. "I know Tree, it's just... They killed our father! Their monsters!" Her voice had risen to a high pitched note of panic, as though at any minute a dark Shadowclan cat would jump from the shadows and slash her throat. She swallowed hard.
"They are not monsters. They are cats like you and I." His mewed, trying to calm his hystarical sister. "I'm sure Windclan cats have killed Shadowclan cats before. In fact, I know they have." He flicked his pointed ear. "Still, I think we've caught enough prey if you'd like to go back?"
"I'm no coward!" Jaypaw growled, her copper brown fur brickling.
"I never said you were. I mearly think that this is bothering you and that it would be the smart thing to do." Treepaw replied, going over and picking up a pigon he had caught earlier.
Though she knew he'd never admit it, Jaypaw knew this was Treepaws way of saying he cared. "Alright. As long as we're clear." She mewed with a smile, picking up her mouse. "Come on." She turned in direction of camp and trotted forwards, happy to get far away from Shadowclan.
Custom or cannon:
Custom
Did you read the rules?:
Blind Kits Kick Butt
