Post by **Burn** on Dec 24, 2010 13:53:59 GMT -5
Burnpaw
Small dark grey she-cat with amber eyes.
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Age: 8 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: Sunclan
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Appearance: Rather plain in appearance, Burnpaw is a petite she-cat to start out with. Her body is light, fur medium length and slightly feathery when it grows out for winter. In coloration, she is an unassuming solid dark grey, almost the color of ashes or cinders. On her underbelly, the grey color is slightly lighter but not by much. There are no tabby markings, dapples or streaks to break up the solidity of her pelt but, Burnpaw doesn't mind it one bit. The one feature that is rather appealing about Burnpaw is her eyes. She has vivid amber eyes that stand out starkly against the rest of her and will light up with any emotion under the sun, though her prefered ones are annoyance and spitting anger. Apart from her stunning eyes, Burnpaw is otherwise far from eye catching and doesn't mind being that way. She hates it when others make fun of her small size but, she's not afraid to stand up and make them take back their sneers.
Personality: Named perhaps for her burning tongue, Burnpaw is a vicious, sarcastic, sharp feline. Despite being young, she's got all the grumpy sarcasm of an eighty moon-old elder. Burnpaw is independent and vocal, not afraid to speak her mind or tell someone she thinks they're wrong or stupid. This gets her in a lot of trouble, but it's just who she is. Burnpaw is one to use her claws first and talk later if she and sometimes rushes into things a little blindly. With the other apprentices, she often picks fights by riling up her denmates and then turning a cold shoulder on them. Burnpaw despises elders and loaths looking after them. She much prefers to hunt, fight or even patrol. She's a harsh dose of reality when the world's tumbling down, a characteristic that makes her beloved and hated by many. To get to know her, you have to put up with her barriers, her barbed tongue and sharp claws. Get through all that and you'll find a sturdy, stead-fast companion that doesn't waver when times are tough.
She may not be the best at giving comfort but she can manage if she must, shooing unwanted others away and just being there. Often, this is the part of her that confuses others. She'll be the first to run to battle, be the first to spit a scathing remark, but to those she cares for she'll be the first to offer the comfort of a steady presence. Burnpaw will be the first to try and get someone out of moping or misery, and sometimes she has to do it through making them angry at her, but she'll do it. As much as she likes riling up others and getting in scraps, true emotional pain is not something she aims for. She's not intentionally cruel, she's just rough on the outside because she doesn't know how else to be and she belives that if someone has a voice telling them they can't, they'll try ten times harder to prove that voice wrong. It may seem odd, but she has no problem being that voice that say's you can't, just so they'll prove to her that they can.
History: Born to two Sunclan cats, Burnpaw was in a litter of four. Her mother, Cinderheart, and her father, Shadewhisker, brought their four kits into the world with proud smiles and hopeful hearts. Burnpaw's sister was named Black-kit and her brothers Smokekit and Dusk-kit. Out of them all, Burnkit was the most vicious when it came to playing, her amber eyes lighting up when she got into a good wrestling match with her brothers. While she played most with Dusk-kit and Smokekit, she never forgot her more quiet sister. It became obvious among the cats of Sunclan that Black-kit and Burnkit were as thick as thieves. Burnkit would rib and rile a spark of personality out of Black-kit, spurring her sister to unexpected outbursts and getting her to break her shell a little. Shadewhisker worried that Burnkit would be a bad influence on the other kits because of her rather brash nature, but Cinderheart quieted his attempts to change her and instead told him that it would be healthy for Black-kit to have someone to break her shell from time to time.
Being only eight moons old, there's not much else to Burnpaw's history, only that she's begun her training. She was apprenticed at first to a quiet young tom named Cloudspot but, sickness stole him away when a rat bite got infected and went untreated because he didn't want to appear weak. Burnpaw reluctantly misses him, though she tries not to show it, and is in need of a new mentor.
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Roleplay Sample: The sunlight didn't even seem to reach the earth, it's warmth long gone by the time light got to the snowy ground. Grey fur fluffed up against the bitter winter chill, Burnpaw skulked through the dead undergrowth, not really hunting, not really training. Why should she? She had no mentor. Cloudspot was gone, dead and gone, she'd sat at his vigil that night and mourned him. The memory of it made the she-cat's vivid amber eyes narrow and her claws flex as she passed a grove of oak trees. Two moons. That was all the time she'd had to know him. She hadn't liked him at first, thought he was too soft and quiet. But he was smart, she'd come to grudgeningly accept that. He taught her how to climb trees and still be able to get down. He taught her how to walk on ice and tell if the ice was thick enough. Hissing quietly, Burnpaw shook her head as if she could physically shake away the thoughts and memories. Stopping in the middle of a small clearing, the little grey she-cat looked around with her scorching gold eyes.
What was she doing?
Not hunting. Not training. Not patrolling.
Tipping her head back, the petite Sunclan apprentice looked at the pearly grey snowclouds overhead. Funny, they were the same pale grey as Cloudspot's fur. Bristling at the thought, Burnpaw tore her eyes from the sky with another angry hiss. Tail fluffed up in agitation, she turned to the east and started to run, paws kicking up little clouds of snow as she skimmed over the white landscape like a smear of ash on ivory. She didn't have time to think about Cloudspot. She'd get a new mentor soon and then it'd all be okay. Besides, thinking about him wasn't going to bring him back. He was dead and gone. He needed to stay that way.
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