Post by crystalclear on Mar 14, 2010 15:44:21 GMT -5
Name: Hunterpaw
Gender: Tom
Clan: Darkclan
Position: Apprentice
Age: 8 moons
Appearance: Hunterpaw is smallish but he has pretty long legs. He has a bobbed tail. He's a brown tabby, shorthair. His fur is dull but it's soft to the touch and he keeps it clean. He still has some baby soft spots on him but the older he gets the fewer he has. He has dull green eyes.
Personality: Hunterpaw likes to fight more than run. He has a limp in his back left paw because he was born with it but he's determined that it won't stop him from being succesful. His favorite activity is to hunt because that's his time to TRY to show off. He gets clumsy when he's nervous. Hunterpaw has a little studder in his voice but some of the cats like his studdering. He's been made fun of a lot thus making him want to prove himself worthy and make his parents proud of him.
History: As a kit and apprentice he was picked on because of his studder, limp, clumsiness, and his bobbed tail.
IC: "They should've called you Studderpaw instead of Hunterpaw."
"You couldn't catch a thing with that limp you have."
"Did one of the monsters cut your tail off because you're so slow?"
The words were repeating itself in my mind. The sentences were keeping me up and because I was up the sentences kept repeating.
Today had been one of the worst days of my life. I made a fool out of myself by trying to impress a she-cat, I got picked on by the other stupid apprentices, and I over heard my mother saying that I'll probably never become a warrior because of my dissabilities. Why am I such a loser? Why can't I run well or speak properly? Is there a place where I'm excepted for who I am? Can't the others go pick on someone else? I thought. I tried to imagine myself as a kit when it was just my mother and I. I had no worries, in my mother's eyes I was perfect even without a full tail. She always thought I was perfect but that's what mother's are supposed to do. I let out a moan of shame and sadness. No matter what I'll make my mother proud one way or another. I'll show those others that I can become just as good or better warrior than them.
Picture: www.menandpets.com/gatti/images/pixiebob.jpg
Gender: Tom
Clan: Darkclan
Position: Apprentice
Age: 8 moons
Appearance: Hunterpaw is smallish but he has pretty long legs. He has a bobbed tail. He's a brown tabby, shorthair. His fur is dull but it's soft to the touch and he keeps it clean. He still has some baby soft spots on him but the older he gets the fewer he has. He has dull green eyes.
Personality: Hunterpaw likes to fight more than run. He has a limp in his back left paw because he was born with it but he's determined that it won't stop him from being succesful. His favorite activity is to hunt because that's his time to TRY to show off. He gets clumsy when he's nervous. Hunterpaw has a little studder in his voice but some of the cats like his studdering. He's been made fun of a lot thus making him want to prove himself worthy and make his parents proud of him.
History: As a kit and apprentice he was picked on because of his studder, limp, clumsiness, and his bobbed tail.
IC: "They should've called you Studderpaw instead of Hunterpaw."
"You couldn't catch a thing with that limp you have."
"Did one of the monsters cut your tail off because you're so slow?"
The words were repeating itself in my mind. The sentences were keeping me up and because I was up the sentences kept repeating.
Today had been one of the worst days of my life. I made a fool out of myself by trying to impress a she-cat, I got picked on by the other stupid apprentices, and I over heard my mother saying that I'll probably never become a warrior because of my dissabilities. Why am I such a loser? Why can't I run well or speak properly? Is there a place where I'm excepted for who I am? Can't the others go pick on someone else? I thought. I tried to imagine myself as a kit when it was just my mother and I. I had no worries, in my mother's eyes I was perfect even without a full tail. She always thought I was perfect but that's what mother's are supposed to do. I let out a moan of shame and sadness. No matter what I'll make my mother proud one way or another. I'll show those others that I can become just as good or better warrior than them.
Picture: www.menandpets.com/gatti/images/pixiebob.jpg
