Post by blizzardfang on Jul 8, 2009 9:25:14 GMT -5
Name: Sleetpaw
Gender: tom
Clan: RiverClan
Age: seven moons
Rank: apprentice
Physical Description: Sleetpaw is a thin tom with soft white and grat tabby patched kit fur. This swift tom is good at hunting and leaping. His hazel eyes see well, even in the sun glare. Sleetpaw is not the best fighter, but he isn't the worst.
Personality: Sleetpaw loves swimming and running. He is very loyal and always trys his best. Usaly shy but when he makes friends he will keep them close. Sleetpaw feel on his own sometimes and will hold grudges.
History: Sleet and his sister, Rain, were born in a hollowed out log. Rain soon froze to death. Fallen was hysterical and started to get weak from lack of pray, the cold not helping one bit. When Sleet started getting white cough his mother tried to find help. One day she ran into a RiverClan patrol, she told them about Sleet and they took pity on them. The RiverClan patrol took them to their Clan where Owlstar asked them to stay. As Sleet recovered from white cough, which had turned into green cough, his mother learned to hunt and fight like a Clan cat. Sleet knows nothing of his father or other family. His mother was given the name Fallenstep and he Sleetpaw.
IC: The young tom padded into an empty clearing, a trail of paw prints in the snow behind him from where he stepped. The white apprentice with gray tabby patches closes his eyes and opens his mouth to draw in all the scents of the territory around him. Sleetpaw scents a squirrel through the frozen air around his own clan sent. Yes! He thought, A squirrel! My favorite! He closed his eyes, listening closely to find the delicious pray. The RiverClan apprentice heard it rummaging around the undergrowth by a large snow covered pine tree. The white and gray tabby opened his hazel eyes which seemed to glisten off the snow. Sleetpaw crouched down low and stalked slowly toward the squirrel, going around the tree so he was down wind. Soon he was a few tail-lengths away from the squirrel. The young apprentice quickly unsheathes his claws, bunches his haunches, and loosens his legs. Sleetpaw sprang at the squirrel just as it was about to dash up the tree. He grabbed it with his claws and dragged it to the ground, killing it with a quick swipe. Thank you, StarClan. He prayed silently.
Codeword: SkyClan
Gender: tom
Clan: RiverClan
Age: seven moons
Rank: apprentice
Physical Description: Sleetpaw is a thin tom with soft white and grat tabby patched kit fur. This swift tom is good at hunting and leaping. His hazel eyes see well, even in the sun glare. Sleetpaw is not the best fighter, but he isn't the worst.
Personality: Sleetpaw loves swimming and running. He is very loyal and always trys his best. Usaly shy but when he makes friends he will keep them close. Sleetpaw feel on his own sometimes and will hold grudges.
History: Sleet and his sister, Rain, were born in a hollowed out log. Rain soon froze to death. Fallen was hysterical and started to get weak from lack of pray, the cold not helping one bit. When Sleet started getting white cough his mother tried to find help. One day she ran into a RiverClan patrol, she told them about Sleet and they took pity on them. The RiverClan patrol took them to their Clan where Owlstar asked them to stay. As Sleet recovered from white cough, which had turned into green cough, his mother learned to hunt and fight like a Clan cat. Sleet knows nothing of his father or other family. His mother was given the name Fallenstep and he Sleetpaw.
IC: The young tom padded into an empty clearing, a trail of paw prints in the snow behind him from where he stepped. The white apprentice with gray tabby patches closes his eyes and opens his mouth to draw in all the scents of the territory around him. Sleetpaw scents a squirrel through the frozen air around his own clan sent. Yes! He thought, A squirrel! My favorite! He closed his eyes, listening closely to find the delicious pray. The RiverClan apprentice heard it rummaging around the undergrowth by a large snow covered pine tree. The white and gray tabby opened his hazel eyes which seemed to glisten off the snow. Sleetpaw crouched down low and stalked slowly toward the squirrel, going around the tree so he was down wind. Soon he was a few tail-lengths away from the squirrel. The young apprentice quickly unsheathes his claws, bunches his haunches, and loosens his legs. Sleetpaw sprang at the squirrel just as it was about to dash up the tree. He grabbed it with his claws and dragged it to the ground, killing it with a quick swipe. Thank you, StarClan. He prayed silently.
Codeword: SkyClan
