Post by Rose on May 23, 2008 13:45:18 GMT -8
Name: Cricketpaw
Age: 8 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: Echoclan
Apprentice/Mentor: Darkslash
Appearance: Cricketpaw's pelt is a mixture of gray tabby and white. Her back, tail, head, and the top parts of her flank have the gray tabby pattern. This pattern is also on the backs of her hindlegs and the outsides of her front legs. The rest of her pelt is white, though a few random spots do occur along this snow-colored pelt. Her eyes are a strange mixture between green and yellow. They almost look brown, with a subtle hint of green in them. Her size is nothing to boast about at all. She was the 'runt' of her litter, though each was very small.
Voice: Her voice is somewhat like a soft chirp and has a melody-like tone to it. This is what gave her the name Cricketpaw.
Battle: Due to her small size, Cricketpaw can use speed to her advantage. She easily tires out the larger cats, making them exausted and angry by the time she actually begins the fight. One of her favorite moves is to wrap her tail around their leg and pull hard.
Personality: Cricketpaw is an apprentice who simply enjoys life. She tires to see the upside of things, and tries to have a sunny personality. She is forgetful at times, but does her best at what she is asked to do. The she-cat is almost frightfully loyal, and will dislike you if you show disrespect toward her Clan. She is also competative, making everything she does a contest.
History: Cricketkit was born one evening during the time at which the stars were just beginning to appear. She was born last, after two other kits. Altogether there were two she-cats and one tom. Sadly, one of the she-cats was stillborn. Though their mother Snowpelt was devestated, she knew she had to carry on for her remaining kits which were Cricketkit and Foxkit. Kithood was uneventful, though in their fifth moon their mother died of greencough.
As Cricketkit and Foxkit became Cricketpaw and Foxpaw, they are clever cats who showed great promise as warriors. They have not yet been to a battle, but wish to be able to fight for their Clans. Their father was never known.
Family:
Snowpelt-Mother-Deceased
Unknown-Father-Unknown(His name is not known, and whether he is alive or dead is yet to be known.)
SW:
Keep quiet, form low, little movement. Was the single thought that ran through the young she-cat's mind as she kept an extreme focus on the prey in front of her. It was a small brown mouse, hardly big enough for a meal. Still, it was good for her.
Her tabby pelt blended in well with the rock that surrounded her, yet she had to keep her white belly low to the ground as to not give herself away. Careful. she mentally warned herself. Hardly breathing, the young apprentice took a few, slow steps forward. Though she tried her hardest, she could not keep the proud gleam from her eyes. She had yet to recieve a mentor, yet had taught herself this hunting move by watching the warriors. It was extremely hard to keep her pride from showing, and she failed at times to do so.
Cricketpaw had finally come close to the prey. She could practically taste it's tender flesh in her mouth, feel her fangs dig into the soft body. Now was the time to catch this small animal.
Just as she was about to leap forward, a red shape rushed from the bushes. She watched dumbfounded as the intruder slammed a red paw down onto the mouse's back, killing it. The red cat picked up the body, eyes gleaming with a teasing triumpth.
"Foxpaw! That was my mouse!" Cricketpaw whined, swiping at her slightly older brother.
"It's yours if you can catch me!" he meowed, voice muffled. Then he took off, his sister in playful pursuit.
Other: Cricketpaw is very close to her brother Foxpaw.