Rainpaw(song)
Jul 25, 2014 10:53:08 GMT -6
Post by feuertrunkenfreude on Jul 25, 2014 10:53:08 GMT -6
Name: Rainpaw
Gender: She-cat
Age: 7 moons
Clan: RiverClan
Appearance:
Rainpaw could be a gray tabby with thin stripes if those markings were more defined; as it is, she has a pale, silvery coat that lays close to her skin. She has deep blue eyes.
Personality:
Rainpaw is a well-mannered and quiet cat. She’s sweet and gentle, and these traits are enhanced by her soft, musical voice. She doesn’t like to override others’ words unless she’s positive they’re wrong, in which case she’ll gently and politely correct them. Her biggest obstacle to being a good warrior is her dislike of conflict and her attempts to avoid it at all cost. If she’s threatened, Rainpaw tends to withdraw further into her shell before feeling forced to express her fear or anger physically.
Bio:
Rainpaw was one of three kits in a litter. Her brothers were loud and rambunctious, but they entertained one another, allowing her to spend time relaxing with her mother and the other quieter kits in the nursery. She spent much of her kithood observing the rest of the Clan and absorbing information from her studies.
Picture:
Example RP:
The soft sound of rain falling through the leaves was calming – or so Rainpaw told herself. In truth, the rain was loud and abrasive, and it plowed through the trees as if they just weren’t there. Flicking her dampened ears and shaking one paw after another, she continued on her walk, imagining the downpour as a gentle drizzle. She didn’t want to let it bother her, and she refused to hide away under a bush. For one thing, it didn’t seem like hiding would help much, and for another, she wanted to exemplify the pride of her Clan. She was RiverClan. She had no fear for water. She could swim, she could pull fish from the waves… and that meant she shouldn’t have an issue with the rain.
Pausing for a moment, Rainpaw shook her entire body, as if that would clear it from water. Whatever was cast away from her shaking fur was immediately replaced, and Rainpaw felt her small, silvery paws sink deeper into the dark mud. Annoyed, the apprentice closed her eyes slowly and took a deep breath, considering what all the warriors would do in this situation, and she found she wasn’t sure. If only one of them would show up and tell her.
Valor
Gender: She-cat
Age: 7 moons
Clan: RiverClan
Appearance:
Rainpaw could be a gray tabby with thin stripes if those markings were more defined; as it is, she has a pale, silvery coat that lays close to her skin. She has deep blue eyes.
Personality:
Rainpaw is a well-mannered and quiet cat. She’s sweet and gentle, and these traits are enhanced by her soft, musical voice. She doesn’t like to override others’ words unless she’s positive they’re wrong, in which case she’ll gently and politely correct them. Her biggest obstacle to being a good warrior is her dislike of conflict and her attempts to avoid it at all cost. If she’s threatened, Rainpaw tends to withdraw further into her shell before feeling forced to express her fear or anger physically.
Bio:
Rainpaw was one of three kits in a litter. Her brothers were loud and rambunctious, but they entertained one another, allowing her to spend time relaxing with her mother and the other quieter kits in the nursery. She spent much of her kithood observing the rest of the Clan and absorbing information from her studies.
Picture:
Example RP:
The soft sound of rain falling through the leaves was calming – or so Rainpaw told herself. In truth, the rain was loud and abrasive, and it plowed through the trees as if they just weren’t there. Flicking her dampened ears and shaking one paw after another, she continued on her walk, imagining the downpour as a gentle drizzle. She didn’t want to let it bother her, and she refused to hide away under a bush. For one thing, it didn’t seem like hiding would help much, and for another, she wanted to exemplify the pride of her Clan. She was RiverClan. She had no fear for water. She could swim, she could pull fish from the waves… and that meant she shouldn’t have an issue with the rain.
Pausing for a moment, Rainpaw shook her entire body, as if that would clear it from water. Whatever was cast away from her shaking fur was immediately replaced, and Rainpaw felt her small, silvery paws sink deeper into the dark mud. Annoyed, the apprentice closed her eyes slowly and took a deep breath, considering what all the warriors would do in this situation, and she found she wasn’t sure. If only one of them would show up and tell her.
Valor
