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Rushpaw
Jul 29, 2009 9:01:34 GMT -5
Post by | COMRADE | on Jul 29, 2009 9:01:34 GMT -5
Name:
Rushpaw.
Age:
6 Moons.
Gender:
Male.
Clan:
RiverClan.
Rank:
Apprentice.
Picture:
Click.
Appearance:
Rushpaw is a dusty brown gray tom with sandy brown streaks. He has a gray-white lower muzzle, neck, chest, and a spot on one of his forepaws. His fur is fluffy, and usually left ungroomed unless his mother decides to groom it herself, which he doesn't allow her to often. He has glowing yellow eyes, huge moon-like orbs sticking out of a pointed gray face. He has hardly visible dark gray streaks of tabby markings down his face and pelt.
Personality:
Rushpaw is basically like his name suggests. He is very energetic and will jump paws first into any situation without thinking about it. Perhaps a bit of mentor training will help him. He is very kind and honest, and wants nothing more than to grow up to be the best warrior RiverClan has ever seen. He has a masculine-protective personality and usually will protect his sister from anything, even from his own clan mates during normal conversations. He is very friendly and could make friends with anything. He is very talkative and may, sometimes, talk to himself when no one is around to keep him company. On the other side, he can be fierce and defiant when it comes to protecting his clan mates and borders. He wants to learn to fight to keep his clan safe, and to hunt in order to feed the kits and queens and elders. He's the average apprentice.
History:
Six moons ago, this dusty brown furred apprentice was born in the RiverClan nursery, to parents by the names of Marshfoot and Ravenwing. He has a sister, Willowpaw. As a kit he was a trouble maker, and would toss bugs up at the queens and other kits and always be the first to wake everyone up early in the morning. He would try and escape from the camp a lot, and would always play fight with his sister when she wasn't ready. As he grew older, he mentally matured as well, and stopped with the attempted adventures and bug attacks. He still play-fought with his sister, but all kits did with their litter mates. He couldn't wait to become an apprentice, which was why he was always trying to practice the fighting skills he saw apprentices using, and all the hunting crouch. He would get irritable when he didn't get exactly what he wanted, when he wanted, but he outgrew that stage, fortunately, early.
Role Play Sample:
Not needed.
Secret Word:
Removed.
Other:
None.
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