Winterpaw

[.:Winterpaw:.]

Name: Winterpaw
Age: 11 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Desired Rank: Apprentice
Description (long):

Winterpaw is nothing short of stunning. Her two eyes are wide and clear like pools. They are a beauctiful shade of sky blue that always seem to be teasing you. She is agile and muscular but still classy and graceful. Her coat is unique, short and soft like the winter's freshly fallen snow. However it is Winterpaw's markings that make her so special. Most of Winterpaw's body is covered in white fur however her tail and ears are deep chestnut, almost black in colour. Above her two front paw like bracelets, her fur is also this rick brown colour. There's a mask of dark fur around her eyes, giving Winterpaw an almost sinister or evil look.

Description (short):

A stunning she-cat with blue eyes and a white pelt with a deep brown mask, ears and tail.

Personality:

Like the most experienced leaders and warriors, Winterpaw has natural charisma and knows how to work a crowd. She is not afraid to speak her mind and voice her opinions but is also wise enough to know when to keep her mouth shut. Even though she has a very strong opinion, Winterpaw doesn't enjoy being in trouble and some call her a 'Leader
s Pet.'

Winterpaw is strongwilled, determined and a perfectionist, always wanting to compelete each task to her fullest abilities. In fact, she is so determined she often boarders on stubborn, although she would never admit it! She is quick-witted and fast on her feet...Winterpaw definatly knows how to use sarcasm well.

She's a loyal and trustworthy friends that wilzl always be there for her loved ones and clan. When you first meet her, Winterpaw may come off as superior or snobby, but that is far from how she actually is. Winterpaw loves being the centre of attention and enjoys dancing and running around. Her friends and mentor have given her the nickname "Prancer" because of her energetic nature. Winterpaw is a flirt and doesn't even realize it, she often comes onto toms and the come onto her aswell, making Winterpaw Riverclan's heartbreak....and she feels guilty about it because she is oblivous to her own actions! However she becomes jelous very easily, sometimes making her feel poorly about herself.

History:

Both of Winterpaw's parents were loyal Riverclan warriors. She was born an only-kit and often felt alone being one of only a handful of kits born during leaf-bare. Winterpaw felt even more alone when both of her parents went to join Starclan.

It was still leaf-bare and Winterpaw was only about a moon old. Her parents went out on a hunting patrol with a few other warriors and were attacked by a fox on the way. Out of the five warriors that left on the hunt, only two returned back to alert the camp of the event. They had defeated the fox, but they had lost three warriors aswell.

Although Winterpaw was quite young when it happened, she still remembers the harsh wind that ran through her fur and the cold underneth her feet that day. However they were nothing compared to her suddenly frozen heart.

RP Example:

It was greenleaf and the hot sun beamed through the trees and warmed Winterpaw's pelt as she lay on a rock with her eye closed, but she was not asleep. She had been lying there for only a few moments and she was already begining to feel lazy.

Lazy. How she hated the word and the actions that were asossiated with it. Winterpaw released a small sigh and jumped quickly to her feet, a fast action that would almost seem imposible of one who was resting so peacefully a heartbeat before. Winterpaw shook her head, riding her of all relaxing thoughts. Although she may have been tired, she refused to show it. It was too beautiful a day to waste.

"Maybe I could do some training." Winterpaw spoke out loud, the forest around her the only one listening. Winterpaw immediatly brightened at her own idea. With eagerness she started jumping and running towards camp, hoping to convince her mentor into taking her out.

Winterpaw was near the end of her apprenticeship and felt more than ready to become a full warrior. Oh how she could hardly wait until that day. When the clan would cheer for her, calling her by her new warrior name. She continued her fantasie as she darted back to camp and then imagined herself as Riverclan leader. She almost tingled in excitment, hoping, dreaming, wishing that she would one day lead her clan.

If only her mentor would take her out to train...

[>>[S]ilver]

Very nice bio, Winter. Accepted.