Post by .:Fallensnow:. on Nov 1, 2011 21:51:53 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Flintpaw gender: Tom age: 8 moons clan: ThunderClan rank: Apprentice [style=text-align:center;font-size:15px;letter-spacing:5]APPEARANCE Flecks of gold in an abyss of nothing. That's how Flintpaw's pelt may be described to someone. Being a tortoiseshell, he is mainly a black color with brindled golden brown flecks brushing through his fur at random intervals. His chin is white though, which leads into a whole band of fur around her neck. This same white color shows on his tail tip and his paws as well, becoming a sock on his left fore-paw. With light green eyes that hold flecks of bronze and gold themselves, his look is complete. He's an interesting thing to look at to most cats, and the fact that he is tiny doesn't help things. Flintpaw, at 8 months is the size of most she-cats at 4-5 months. His body is proportion to itself though, he just is miniaturized. At all times his pelt is clean as well, and though he never purposefully raises his voice, it is high pitched and squeaky like a young kit's. PERSONALITY If someone were to ask me what my greatest fear is, it would be to get sick again. Any time I even show signs of a small cough, I freak out. Though, what can you expect from on who faced death and won Unlike others that have done the same I don't flaunt it off, and test life's limits. I prefer to make sure I never come that close to death again, at least until it is my time. Eventually, that will come too, but till then I'll do all I can to not be offed by some sickness. Unfortunately, I seem to have become a bit of a..hypochondriac because of this, and that fact is found quite annoying by the Medicine cats most of the time. I over-think everything too, and seldom act on impulse. It's entirely useless to just act without thinking you see, because then you'd have to do it over again! Most cats don't understand this though, and so my telling them is pointless...it doesn't mean I don't try though. Which, I suppose is another reason why most cats think I'm annoying. It doesn't help that I'm more hyper than a kit with a new plaything either. Constantly bouncing off the walls, happy, and never one to look on the bright side, that's me. What? No bright side for this happy-go-lucky cat? Yes, that's right. I'm mister doom and gloom apparently, padding around yowling things about plagues killing the whole Clan if we're not careful, and yet I do it with a spring in my step. I'm an odd individual I suppose, but I like odd. Odd and Weird are good, it's strange that is bad. Besides this, I tend to be a busy-body, can't keep secrets, and will generally kiss up to anyone I can. The best place to be is right under someone's paws, as long as they're patting you on the back instead of clawing it. Trust me on that, I would know what it's like to have your back clawed. I'm a horrible fighter, and tend to get the position of practice dummy for the BloodClan toms that are mentors and apprentices. Apparently they think it's funny, but I don't. As for hunting I'm not too bad, I just hate to get my paws all sticky from the blood When I put my mind to it though, I actually am pretty decent. HISTORY Born into ThunderClan to ThunderClan parents, Flintkit along with hsi sister Blackkit and brother Duskkit, held an ideal life for the most part. Things weren't too bad, they were fed, safe and happy. From this age for about a moon, Flintkit was a normal cat for the most part. Sure he still was nosy and hyper, but he wasn't as insane about the whole doom and germs stuff. No, that came around when his siblings and he caught greencough one Leafbare season. His sister didn't make it, but his brother and he did, and since Flintpaw hasn't been the same. He was still Flintkit then though, and continued to be for the next few moons. Finally his time came though when he achieved apprentice status. He was no longer Flintkit, but Flintpaw, and he was even more worried than before. Things got worse from there, and he began to cringe at any and every cat that got sick in his Clan. Not to mention he became fearful of the BloodClan cats. Now, Flintpaw is the product he is today, and is that way for better or worse. Little could change the fearful, submissive, and worrisome tom that he became. However, there is always hope, if only the right sort of situation came along to let him prove how brave he really is, how strong and bold...or not. He could always just continue to be the same creature he exists now as, and honestly, that's what he'd prefer. [/style] |
Yeah, this is the last one for a while. I have one of my characters in mind to kill off at some point in plot, and I only have two toms as it is right now. >.<
