Post by Cloudbat on Jul 13, 2011 11:14:59 GMT -10
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Palefoot partially believes in StarClan. She does not think they control everything, but she believes that they exist. She believes they can provide guidance, but she doesn't believe that they control HER life or anyone else's specifically; there's too much bad luck in the world for that.
Not for her - but she does occasionally look at others and sympathize that life has treated them more roughly; wouldn't StarClan prevent that? She'll admit she doesn't know a lot about them, but still thinks that they though exist, they aren't all-powerful.
Palefoot is a spotted tabby. She is light gray with a tint of brown. She has dark black flecks, and long soft fur. Her pelt is glossy, and thicker than usual.
Her eyes are big, and very yellow. She has long white whiskers.
Palefoot has a pretty in-the-middle build; the only notable thing is her somewhat lithe body that's good for quick bursts of running. Her tail is a little bit longer than normal. Her claws are not as dull as some of her Clanmates', because she is used to the forest and tends to hunt there.
Palefoot is an energetic young warrior. She loves running and jumping for no real reason. She likes to have fun whenever there is time, and sometimes goofs off when she is not supposed to...though she is often paranoid of how angry others will get at her when she realizes she's been slacking.
She tends to wander to the woods more often than anywhere else - maybe because some part of her still remembers ForestClan. The woods feel like home to her. She catches more, and concentrates more when surrounded by the big wood barriers.
She is essentially timid and would back down in a fight, but can be reckless because she doesn't think when she's mad. She wouldn't attack anyone, but would probably say something mean that she'd regret later.
In a good mood (which she's usually in) Palefoot is a fairly derpy, easily amused cat. She likes hearing jokes (...though she makes terrible ones herself...) and is fairly naive.
She often does not pay attention to things that she should, and that can harm her. She tries to listen to others carefully, but can really lose it if she feels spazzy, lost or frustrated (the first two are common.) She has a very short attention span, but can focus too hard sometimes and forget her surroundings.
Overall, Palefoot is fairly easygoing, but not the brightest tool in the shed.
One of the few things that gets on her nerves is when former rogues and kittypets accuse Cedarstar of showing favoritism - how dare they! He was kind enough to take them into his Clan and ForestClanners taught them the ways of the warrior, so she thinks they should be grateful. Still, unless things become worse, she doesn't particularly hate non-former ForestClanners.
Skills:
Palefoot is fairly average at hunting and fighting, but she's somewhat bad at tracking. She enjoys climbing, but is not particularly good at it. Tactics are lost on her; she lacks the mental focus to concentrate on any, so she's always content following whatever she's told in battle.
She is horrible at swimming.
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Palefoot was born in ForestClan. She was very young when they left; just weaned on solid food, barely old enough to travel but travel she did; it wasn't like she had a choice.
Both she and her parents made it, though it feels like they've grown apart during that time.
They came to a big area, and there were not cats there. She thought nothing could get stranger, then she found out they started recruiting kittypets. KITTYPETS. She thought this was all very unneccesary, but has mostly grown out of her childish prejudice against them - though still feels more connection and loyalty to those formerly of ForestClan.
She saw her new territory and did not like what she saw. She thought it was too open, too easy to be attacked. The forest could protect you with its big trees, and shadows, and bushes. Living on moss, yes it's great, but when you're laying on moss in a fox or badger's set, it's much different.
She was about eight moons old when they arrived and though the journey had been tough and often frightening, she's mostly forgotten it.
Now she's much more at ease and familiar in her underground camp and wide-open territory, but still gets lost sometimes. She has been training for seven moons, and has just become a warrior.
Despite her naivete, even she has noticed the discontent among some former rogues and kittypets in her Clan. For the most part she tries to ignore it, but sometimes finds herself doubting them unfairly.
I just wanna have fun
So she said | Name | Palekit, Palepaw, Palefoot
Her hands on her hips | Gender |She-cat
A bit too young | Age | 15 moons
Not quite a fighter | Rank | Warrior
Clan |Meadow
Her hands on her hips | Gender |She-cat
A bit too young | Age | 15 moons
Not quite a fighter | Rank | Warrior
Clan |Meadow
Parents | Whiteheart-mother -NP Grayheart-father-NP
Siblings | None.
Other Kin | None.
Mate | None
Crush | None
Kits |None.
Siblings | None.
Other Kin | None.
Mate | None
Crush | None
Kits |None.
beliefs;;
Palefoot partially believes in StarClan. She does not think they control everything, but she believes that they exist. She believes they can provide guidance, but she doesn't believe that they control HER life or anyone else's specifically; there's too much bad luck in the world for that.
Not for her - but she does occasionally look at others and sympathize that life has treated them more roughly; wouldn't StarClan prevent that? She'll admit she doesn't know a lot about them, but still thinks that they though exist, they aren't all-powerful.
Apprentice: None
appearance;;
[/center] Palefoot is a spotted tabby. She is light gray with a tint of brown. She has dark black flecks, and long soft fur. Her pelt is glossy, and thicker than usual.
Her eyes are big, and very yellow. She has long white whiskers.
Palefoot has a pretty in-the-middle build; the only notable thing is her somewhat lithe body that's good for quick bursts of running. Her tail is a little bit longer than normal. Her claws are not as dull as some of her Clanmates', because she is used to the forest and tends to hunt there.
Personality:
[/color]Palefoot is an energetic young warrior. She loves running and jumping for no real reason. She likes to have fun whenever there is time, and sometimes goofs off when she is not supposed to...though she is often paranoid of how angry others will get at her when she realizes she's been slacking.
She tends to wander to the woods more often than anywhere else - maybe because some part of her still remembers ForestClan. The woods feel like home to her. She catches more, and concentrates more when surrounded by the big wood barriers.
She is essentially timid and would back down in a fight, but can be reckless because she doesn't think when she's mad. She wouldn't attack anyone, but would probably say something mean that she'd regret later.
In a good mood (which she's usually in) Palefoot is a fairly derpy, easily amused cat. She likes hearing jokes (...though she makes terrible ones herself...) and is fairly naive.
She often does not pay attention to things that she should, and that can harm her. She tries to listen to others carefully, but can really lose it if she feels spazzy, lost or frustrated (the first two are common.) She has a very short attention span, but can focus too hard sometimes and forget her surroundings.
Overall, Palefoot is fairly easygoing, but not the brightest tool in the shed.
One of the few things that gets on her nerves is when former rogues and kittypets accuse Cedarstar of showing favoritism - how dare they! He was kind enough to take them into his Clan and ForestClanners taught them the ways of the warrior, so she thinks they should be grateful. Still, unless things become worse, she doesn't particularly hate non-former ForestClanners.
Skills:
Palefoot is fairly average at hunting and fighting, but she's somewhat bad at tracking. She enjoys climbing, but is not particularly good at it. Tactics are lost on her; she lacks the mental focus to concentrate on any, so she's always content following whatever she's told in battle.
She is horrible at swimming.
history;;
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Palefoot was born in ForestClan. She was very young when they left; just weaned on solid food, barely old enough to travel but travel she did; it wasn't like she had a choice.
Both she and her parents made it, though it feels like they've grown apart during that time.
They came to a big area, and there were not cats there. She thought nothing could get stranger, then she found out they started recruiting kittypets. KITTYPETS. She thought this was all very unneccesary, but has mostly grown out of her childish prejudice against them - though still feels more connection and loyalty to those formerly of ForestClan.
She saw her new territory and did not like what she saw. She thought it was too open, too easy to be attacked. The forest could protect you with its big trees, and shadows, and bushes. Living on moss, yes it's great, but when you're laying on moss in a fox or badger's set, it's much different.
She was about eight moons old when they arrived and though the journey had been tough and often frightening, she's mostly forgotten it.
Now she's much more at ease and familiar in her underground camp and wide-open territory, but still gets lost sometimes. She has been training for seven moons, and has just become a warrior.
Despite her naivete, even she has noticed the discontent among some former rogues and kittypets in her Clan. For the most part she tries to ignore it, but sometimes finds herself doubting them unfairly.