Post by Sori on Jul 21, 2012 10:18:04 GMT -10
Name |
Cricketpaw
Gender |
Female
Age |
8 Moons
Rank |
Apprentice
Clan |
Pineclan
Beliefs |
Cricketpaw doesn't believe in Starclan, not one tiny bit. After-all, if they were real, the war wouldn't have happened. If Starclan were so all-mighty, so powerful, her mother and brother would still be alive, she would still have a family instead of a group where she so clearly doesn't feel she belongs in. So no. To her, there is no 'Starclan.' When cats die, they are simply buried in the ground. They don't go up into the sky, they don't watch over the other forest cats. Nothing happens, and in all honesty the female apprentice is miffed by whomever believes in such ludicrous things.
Parents |
Patchpelt - Mother - Deceased {NP}
Crow - Father - Rogue {NP}
Siblings |
Snakekit- Siter - Deceased {NP}
Other Kin |
N/A
Mate |
Not yet
Crush |
Not yet
Kits |
Not yet
Apprentice/Mentor |
Not yet
Appearance |
Cricketpaw is small, but not what you would expect for one her size. Though her build is slight, almost dainty in a way, she is unusually tall for an eight moon old apprentice. Her long legs are packed with lithe muscle, giving her a long stride and allowing her to jump into the air effortlessly. The young she-cat's pelt seems to be black upon first glance, but with a double-take one can see the hints and flashes of brown laced through-out it. Her eyes, windows to the soul, mirrors of the heart, whatever you wish to call it, are surely her calling card. A bright, eerie yellow with a ring of green fire about the pupil, Cricketpaw's eyes stand out starkly from her dark, angled face.
Personality |
Cricketpaw is very keen on getting what she wants. She doesn't take no for an answer, and when she is denied, the young apprentice gets more than a little cranky. Not knowing how to handle denial, Cricketpaw tends to go about things in a very sadistic manor. For one so young, the art of manipulation comes rather easily. Batting those soulful eyes, speaking in that small, innocent voice, is it really so hard to deny one so cunningly cute? As frigid as winter with a heart to match, Cricketpaw won't let anyone or anything stand in her way. Her personalities are constantly changing depending on those she is around. For instance, one would think cats her own age would be on her side, yet it's quite obvious the contempt that Cricketpaw holds for the other apprentices, though she is sure not to show it around a warrior.
Observant and thoughtful, she watches from the shadows, waiting to make her move. Cricketpaw may be a spoiled brat, but she knows how to be patient. When begging and threats don't work is when she waits for the perfect moment to pounce. In a tight situation, she's one of the quick-thinkers you'd want by your side, but her sharp tongue can be a bit off-putting at first. Still a bit on the naiive side, Cricketpaw has a natural curiousity about her, though she tends to sate it by going places and doing things that could very well get her killed, so perhaps this inept curiousness isn't so good after-all.
Hiding behind a mask, one could say that it's particularly easy for Cricketpaw to decieve even herself. She's never been one to allow her true feelings to show, but faking takes it's toll especially on one so young. When she's had enough, it's not unusual for the she-cat to simply snap, finding a reason to be mad with anyone or anything in the world. Could it be possible that she is simply mad at herself? Maybe. But unless someone breaks through the figurative thorn barriers she has placed around herself, the world may never know who she truly is.
Skills |
With her unusually long legs, Cricketpaw finds it effortless to jump to great heights and she's an amazingly fast runner, since she has a longer stride than most other apprentices. However, due to being on the slim side, she lacks the muscle and sheer force she would need to have during a fight, and therefor is more suited to outdistancing her oponent before coming in for an attack.
History |
Cricketpaw was born to a litter of two, her sister stilborn and herself alive and well. Soon after the young females birth, her mother died of blood-loss, and being the last one born Cricketpaw's father blamed her for the death of his beloved mate. After the deaths of his kit and mate, the young she-cats father, Crow, left her abandoned to fend for herself in the middle of the forest. Born outside of the clans, her father hadn't known he was placing her at their mercy. Being only a kit, and half Pineclan, after debate she was taken in and given to a queen to take care of. But things were not as they seemed.
As soon as she was old enough to understand, the female, only four moons old at the time, was told of her true past, and the fact that she was not really a full-blooded Pineclan cat. In fact, she was only half-clan, which was worse than having no clan blood in her at all. Due to this dam bursting free, Cricketpaw closed herself off from the other cats in the clan. She figured that if they had lied to her about something so simple such as her birth, then they would all easily lie again.
However, she stayed with the clan, wishing to prove that she could be just as good as any of the other clan-born apprentices. Nowadays Cricketpaw strives to be the best apprentice in the clan, even going as far as to sabotage other's to come out looking like a star. But this kind of behaviour can only go on so long before someone gets hurt. Is that what it will come to? Or will the cat be out of the bag all too soon?
Critique level |
FoF Suitable, please.
Cricketpaw
Gender |
Female
Age |
8 Moons
Rank |
Apprentice
Clan |
Pineclan
Beliefs |
Cricketpaw doesn't believe in Starclan, not one tiny bit. After-all, if they were real, the war wouldn't have happened. If Starclan were so all-mighty, so powerful, her mother and brother would still be alive, she would still have a family instead of a group where she so clearly doesn't feel she belongs in. So no. To her, there is no 'Starclan.' When cats die, they are simply buried in the ground. They don't go up into the sky, they don't watch over the other forest cats. Nothing happens, and in all honesty the female apprentice is miffed by whomever believes in such ludicrous things.
Parents |
Patchpelt - Mother - Deceased {NP}
Crow - Father - Rogue {NP}
Siblings |
Snakekit- Siter - Deceased {NP}
Other Kin |
N/A
Mate |
Not yet
Crush |
Not yet
Kits |
Not yet
Apprentice/Mentor |
Not yet
Appearance |
Cricketpaw is small, but not what you would expect for one her size. Though her build is slight, almost dainty in a way, she is unusually tall for an eight moon old apprentice. Her long legs are packed with lithe muscle, giving her a long stride and allowing her to jump into the air effortlessly. The young she-cat's pelt seems to be black upon first glance, but with a double-take one can see the hints and flashes of brown laced through-out it. Her eyes, windows to the soul, mirrors of the heart, whatever you wish to call it, are surely her calling card. A bright, eerie yellow with a ring of green fire about the pupil, Cricketpaw's eyes stand out starkly from her dark, angled face.
Personality |
Cricketpaw is very keen on getting what she wants. She doesn't take no for an answer, and when she is denied, the young apprentice gets more than a little cranky. Not knowing how to handle denial, Cricketpaw tends to go about things in a very sadistic manor. For one so young, the art of manipulation comes rather easily. Batting those soulful eyes, speaking in that small, innocent voice, is it really so hard to deny one so cunningly cute? As frigid as winter with a heart to match, Cricketpaw won't let anyone or anything stand in her way. Her personalities are constantly changing depending on those she is around. For instance, one would think cats her own age would be on her side, yet it's quite obvious the contempt that Cricketpaw holds for the other apprentices, though she is sure not to show it around a warrior.
Observant and thoughtful, she watches from the shadows, waiting to make her move. Cricketpaw may be a spoiled brat, but she knows how to be patient. When begging and threats don't work is when she waits for the perfect moment to pounce. In a tight situation, she's one of the quick-thinkers you'd want by your side, but her sharp tongue can be a bit off-putting at first. Still a bit on the naiive side, Cricketpaw has a natural curiousity about her, though she tends to sate it by going places and doing things that could very well get her killed, so perhaps this inept curiousness isn't so good after-all.
Hiding behind a mask, one could say that it's particularly easy for Cricketpaw to decieve even herself. She's never been one to allow her true feelings to show, but faking takes it's toll especially on one so young. When she's had enough, it's not unusual for the she-cat to simply snap, finding a reason to be mad with anyone or anything in the world. Could it be possible that she is simply mad at herself? Maybe. But unless someone breaks through the figurative thorn barriers she has placed around herself, the world may never know who she truly is.
Skills |
With her unusually long legs, Cricketpaw finds it effortless to jump to great heights and she's an amazingly fast runner, since she has a longer stride than most other apprentices. However, due to being on the slim side, she lacks the muscle and sheer force she would need to have during a fight, and therefor is more suited to outdistancing her oponent before coming in for an attack.
History |
Cricketpaw was born to a litter of two, her sister stilborn and herself alive and well. Soon after the young females birth, her mother died of blood-loss, and being the last one born Cricketpaw's father blamed her for the death of his beloved mate. After the deaths of his kit and mate, the young she-cats father, Crow, left her abandoned to fend for herself in the middle of the forest. Born outside of the clans, her father hadn't known he was placing her at their mercy. Being only a kit, and half Pineclan, after debate she was taken in and given to a queen to take care of. But things were not as they seemed.
As soon as she was old enough to understand, the female, only four moons old at the time, was told of her true past, and the fact that she was not really a full-blooded Pineclan cat. In fact, she was only half-clan, which was worse than having no clan blood in her at all. Due to this dam bursting free, Cricketpaw closed herself off from the other cats in the clan. She figured that if they had lied to her about something so simple such as her birth, then they would all easily lie again.
However, she stayed with the clan, wishing to prove that she could be just as good as any of the other clan-born apprentices. Nowadays Cricketpaw strives to be the best apprentice in the clan, even going as far as to sabotage other's to come out looking like a star. But this kind of behaviour can only go on so long before someone gets hurt. Is that what it will come to? Or will the cat be out of the bag all too soon?
Critique level |
FoF Suitable, please.