Whiskerpaw

[flowerpaw]

Name: Whiskerpaw
Age: Eight Moons
Gender: She-cat
Desired Position: Apprentice
Short Description:

Grey Tabby she-cat with blue eyes.

Description:

{Front left paw turns out to the left, giving her an awkward gait. Example: Front right paw travels further.} Matching puncture scars on wrists.}
Rank-Kit Appearance: Whiskerpaw is quite small, even for an apprentice. She almost has the lithe build of a Russian Blue, but has a larger head and a more muscular profile. This does not mean she is burly and buff. She is just in-between. Her strong back legs are unusually long, suggesting a possible SkyClan ancestry. She can leap higher then fellow apprentices because of this trait. Her frame is mainly slight, allowing her to sneak through the of skinniest spaces. With petite size and slender limbs, she can be easy to overlook. Her pads are dainty, not yet rough from wear and tear. Her ears are triangular, like most felines, without the Lynx-like tufts of the Maine Coons. She is always listening, trying to learn what she can. Her tail is thin and willowy, ending in an almost pointed tip. She uses her tail to dangle and chase.
Her pelt is as soft as dandelion clocks in an autumn breeze. She is still kit-soft so her pelt cannot repel water or snow. Each follicle of hair is exquisitely tipped in a dusky gray, sterling, silver, or a smoky jet black. Closely packed together, each hair creates a sparkle effect. Short and sleek, her pelt contains very little of the fluffiness associated with extremely young kits. Her fur is a soft dove-gray,dappled with darker spots. Swirls of off white and charcoal blend in her pelt, accenting her striking orbs. Subtle, is the only way to describe her pelt. Delicate striping ripples down her pelt, melding in almost abstract patterns. The markings create a muted palette of simple shades and pastel hues. She has round orbs, quite large, with a definite oriental slant. Unusually cloudy, her striking eyes change depending on her mood. Some felines think she is blind. Her eyes are as changing as the ocean, soft one moment, then hard as granite the next. A beautiful blueish gray, her eyes are lightly sprinkled with minuscule flecks of navy blue and tarnished arget. Though extraordinary, her bright eyes cannot conceal her thoughts and emotions. A thin layer of silver surrounds her eyes, creating a dream-like effect.

Personality:

An instigator at heart, Whiskerpaw can't avoid troublesome quarrels when she decides to be unyielding. Stubbornness has destroyed what little credit she once had at being easy-going, or so Lilyfeather and Greengaze believe. Contrary to popular belief, she has no real plans for the future. For now she simply lives day by day.She can be quite serious as times, regarding the safety of others and politics. The gatherings are always places of interest to her; an excellent opportunity to assemble strengths and weakness of the surrounding clans. Whiskerpaw is the pondering feline among the kin of Snowpath. Her mother Greengaze has accused her numerous times for being contrary and neglecting her social duties. The truth is Whiskerpaw would rather be planning than gossiping with the other apprentices, at least, that what she admits to herself. As a young kit she often felt awkward around cats her own age. Her overactive mind drives her to seek solitude. Regarding her temper, Whiskerpaw can become extremely irritated if she has to explain strategies more than three times to the same listener. Having others use elderly age as an excuse for rudeness brings sparks of anger to her eyes. Concerning laws, she can be a rule breaker, but when it comes to regulating games she can never let an incident slide. Another reason for why she is possible candidate for monitoring contests. Accused of ignoring her chores, the truth is Whiskerpaw has a horrible memory. She becomes overwhelmed by every new experience; the sparkle of dew, the warmth of the sun, all cause her to lose her train of thought. However, it is this very flaw that contributes to her well-being. She is one of the few creatures that notices everything around her, almost like a sixth sense. It's virtually impossible to sneak up on her. Suspicious of every action, she retains a wary presence when encountering the unknown. Never approach her head-on, since most likely she would consider all newcomers as spies or nosy; an expected attitude reflecting on her heritage. As for her past? Those lucky enough to find her in the right mood may obtain tidbits of information regarding her former days.

Experience:

Picture:

Other:

[Some of the names mentioned, i do not plan to make bios for.]

[MiNTY♥]

xx accepted