Spottedpaw - AirClan

[Spottedwhisker]

Name: Spottedpaw
Age: 6 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: AirClan
Desired Rank: Apprentice
Short Description:

Beautiful tortoiseshell she-cat with pale green eyes and a distinctive dappled coat.

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Description:

Spottedpaw is a tortie tabby she-cat, with pale green eyes. Her fur is soft and short haired, fine textured, and is colorful with light gold patches, black tabby streaks, sandy brown patches, chestnut patches, and a snow-white underside with white paws. Her winter coat gets slightly longer, making her appearence a little fuzzy-like. She has a wedge-shaped head with a rather long nose; the ears are large and pointed with her eyes the shape of almonds, and they are slanted and medium-large sized. Her body is long, slender, and muscular; her legs are long and thin, excellent for running. Her tail is tortoiseshell patched and may have some tabby markings on it.

Personality:

Spottedpaw has a calm, leader-like personality. She has quick-wits and strength, and she thinks things though before she acts. However, underneath her cool personality is a fierce warrior who would die to protect her close ones. She is intelligent, brave, and loyal; a natural leader. Spottedpaw is the kind of cat who doesn't like being angered or having someone else be angry at her. She also has a little bit of a problem with her temper when someone mentions her kittypet background; she will turn with claws out if the comment is harsh enough. Beneath the surface of her bravery, intelligence and loyalty, Spottedpaw would lay her life down in a heartbeat to save her Clan and make the greatest sacrifices for the ones she loves. Spottedpaw is afraid of losing her friends and never being accepted into her Clan.

History:

Spottedpaw was born in a shelter about thirty miles from the Clan's territories for pure-bred cats, where she became the first-ever born tortie-tabby pure-bred at the center. Hating her life as an imprisoned and trapped kittypet, Spottedpaw fled on the day that she was going to be adopted on her way to becoming fixed. She ran far from the town of twolegs and deep into the forest, where she traveled in for many days. She finally walked into an AirClan warrior, and was brought back to camp, only six moons old. Spottedpaw proved herself to be a formidable opponent in battle, and was accepted into the Clan. Her parents were Jade and Wolfy, a tortoiseshell and a tabby. She never knew her brothers and sisters.

RP Example:

Cricket slowly blinked her eyes open. Pale, yellow light filtered into her pale green eyes as she groaned and slowly stretched, her muscles stiff from sleeping. Another day, She thought, trying to be optimistic as she slowly heaved herself to her paws. Spottedpaw arched her back to relieve tension that had gathered over the night, and opened her jaws in a huge yawn. The bed of ferns and bracken crunched beneath her dryly as she padded out of the make-shift nest, her tail waving in the air.
The sounds of morning birds echoed around the strange forest as Cricket grew more alert. She glanced around her back where she had come the night before; her scent trail was beginning to get stale. Shaking out her pelt to remove the scraps of brittle plants, Cricket stepped away from her bed and began to walk again. Her stomach rumbled in protest, but she ignored it. She needed to find her way out of the forest first.
A butterfly floated in front of Cricket's nose, its' wings glittering in the early morning light. Spottedpaw blinked and stopped, staring at the butterfly. It hovered and wheeled in the air in front of her nose, as if in some kind of dance. Its scales gleamed red and blue in the yellow light, and something told Cricket in her head that she shouldn't eat it. Sighing, the tortoiseshell she-cat plotted along the ground again, long, coarse grass gently pulling at her fur like small snares. Tall pine trees stretched up in front of Cricket, their long, rough, red trunks glowing mahogany in the pale morning light. She flicked her ears in surprise as a blackbird cawed from somewhere in a tree and flew away in front of her, disappearing into the trees like a shadow. Chase it, A voice encouraged in her head, and her claws slid out. "Breakfast!" She cried in delight as she charged after the large bird, keeping at least three fox-lengths behind the fleeing bird. Her paws skimmed over the grass as Cricket stared up the bird, flying lower than the treetops and skirting the ground every few moments. Cricket's heart pounded, and blood roared in her ears. It would be her first kill.
The raven continued to fly, dipping and swerving as it weaved expertly through the tall wood. Cricket's paws were getting sore from running for so long, and her throat and mouth were parched. Her legs ached from running for so long, and her muscles longed to stop and rest. "Keep going!" She gasped out, charging after the still-flying raven.
After four more sprints, Cricket thought that her lungs would give out. "I have to stop!" She heaved out, slowing down rapidly. Her heart was beating far faster than she had been running, and she felt dizzy. "Curse you." She whispered hoarsley, before dropping to her belly and staring up at the canopy of treetops. She was gasping for air, trying to regulate her heart's beatings. A tiny trickle of a stream glittered near her face, and she drank gratefully once her heaving stopped. Cricket glanced back up at the forest once she was done drinking, and her heart began to pulse in fear.
Cricket had never seen this part of the forest before.
Swallowing uneasily, Cricket got to her paws, still breathing hard. This part of the forest was quieter, with little birdsong and more sounds of wind. Panting, Cricket tried to pick out anything familiar. The grass was taller, and more dry. The trees were wrapped with long, shaggy moss, and a mist was rising from the ground. Swallowing again, Cricket tried to find the raven. She glanced at the trees, then at the thorny bushes. No black shape in sight.
Something behind Cricket, where she had come from, snapped.
Cricket leaped to her paws and began to run again, despite being exhausted. She stomped through the stream and headed blindly towards the brighter, farther section of the forest, her tail streaming out behind her.
Something's chasing me! Cricket thought, terrified. She pumped her legs faster,her heart hammering in her chest. She dared not look behind herself in fear, and Cricket sprinted through the thick grass. The stalks of thick, green grass seemed to close in around her as she ran, and her body pumped out adrenaline. Should I fight? She thought, a split second before she came to a sudden and abrupt halt. Cricket slammed into a hard shape with fur, and the breath was knocked out of her. Gasping for breath, Cricket rolled over onto her back and tried to stand up, ready to fight whatever she had crashed into. A large cat stood stoutly in front of her, its massive head raised in warning.
"What are you doing here?!"

Anything Else:

Spottedpaw's name before she joined AirClan was Cricket.