Post by Anidori >^.^< on Jul 3, 2009 11:14:04 GMT -5
Name:
Fightingpaw
Age:
9 1/2 moons at death, dead for 1/2 moon.
Rank:
Apprentice
Gender:
She-cat
Clan:
Starclan (Previously Windclan)
Personality:
Fightingpaw is reclusive. She hardly had any friends in Windclan. She was good friends with Rosepaw, the medicine cat apprentice, but she could never figure out why. She will never talk about her past, even now that it's behind her. It is hard to earn her trust. She is very cautious about who she chooses as a friend. The only person she misses from her life is Rosepaw. She is very mature for her age, and is full of inspirational advice about life.
Bad Habits:Fightingpaw will never talk about her past. She is sometimes selfish, not quite knowing how to care about others. She can be sharp, especially if cats are being nosey.
Likes: Fightingpaw likes to fight. She finds it to be a good way to forget about her hard life. When she was alive, she liked to look up at Silverpelt. Now that she is a part of Silverpelt, she enjoys looking at her reflection. She can still hardly believe how her fur shines.
Dislikes: She absolutely hates it when cats ask her about her past. She'd rather just keep it a mystery. She also doesn't like kits.
Description:
Fightingpaw is a beautiful cat. Her pelt is white, silver and black. It also hase some smokey blue in it. She has tabby stripes and markings on her face. Her eyes are sage green. They always seem to be hiding something.
Now that she's joined Starclan, Fightingpaw is hardly recognizable. In Windclan, she'd been covered in scars. Most cats believed they were from dogs. Now her starry pelt is flawless except for the biggest scars. She is literally a new cat.
Picture Here.
History:
Fightingpaw is different. She was born to Nightfrost and Chillheart, and had no siblings. Her parents despised her. They’d never wanted kits. They were glad there was only one.
When she was a young kit, her father, Chillfrost would take her on walks outside of camp. He’d take her to where no cat could hear. He told her he was training her for battle. He would attack her, with his claws unsheathed. He showed no mercy. She’d return to camp badly scratched, but she always had a good excuse. Most of the time she’d ‘be stuck in a gorse bush’ or a pine tree, or something else with a lot of scratches.
Once she was an apprentice, she thought it would end. She couldn’t have been more wrong. Her father now had more excuses to take her out. After 3 ½ moons of this, it was too much. Fightingpaw stopped trying to fight back. Her father left her lying bleeding on the ground. He ran back to camp, and told all of Windclan about a horrible badger attack.