Post by Lemon Zinger on Feb 16, 2011 0:03:44 GMT -5
Name: Dappleshade
Age: 15 Moons
Gender: Female
Clan: Thunderclan
Position: Warrior
Description:
Dappleshade is a sleek dappled cat. Her fur shimmers, in the dappled sunlight of Thunderclan. Her fur is white, and brown, like a snowy tree, in the middle of Leafbare. Her eyes are like shimmering icecles, and her fur is brilliantly colored, to match the calm shade of Thunderclan.
Dappleshade is a lean cat, her fur clings to her pelt, yes, she is small, and yes, her fur is short. She is, a small cat, always smiling, just like her eyes, bright, and cheerful, is what she is. Her appearance shows this. She has fairly short hair, but it can be long...she has short legs, and delicate ears. All together Dappleshade is a soft looking cat.
Personality:
Dappleshade is E X C E P T I O N A L Y_ E X C I T A B L E
She is a hyper cat, just like a young apprentice, her attention matches the exuberance that she always feels, she has a short attention span, but she is happy, and people find her utterly likable.
Dappleshade is E X T R E M L Y_ E M O T I O N A L
She his happy, sad, depressed, silly, fun, and everything in between, in a matter of minutes, she is over happy, or under the weather, it's her, you have to accept it, and grow to love it.
Dapppleshade is I N C R E D I B L Y_ E X P L O S I V E
She's like a ticking time bomb, she needs somebody to hold her back, to make sure she doesn't snap, she needs somebody to love, and she needs something so she doesn't explode about everything.
History:
Dappleshade was about the same way her whole life, except as a kit, she was curios, and incredibly rude, she didn't know when to hold her tongue, she would insult people without even knowing she did, she would hurt people. But when she was almost killed by a Shadowclan warrior, she realized what she was doing, and apologized to everybody.
As an apprentice, she always stuck her little pink nose into all sorts of trouble, and she regrets it still.
She is a great warrior, listening to her Superiors, and does what they tell her to.
But many people underestimated her as an apprentice, she used to hate it, she would lash out, in anger at the cats she knew, or loved. She could be utterly bitter, but that all changed when she was given her warrior name. She became happy, cheerful, and excitable, again.