[the world is my adventure]•[snowpaw]•[finished]

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Name -

snowkit•snowpaw•snowfeather

Snowpaw was named for her pristine white pelt, and will be named Snowfeather for her long, feathery fur.

Age -

siete • syv • sieben • sept • seven moons

Clan -

SkyClan

Rank -

Apprentice

Gender -

She-cat; female

Personality -

light-hearted ;; The first thing you should know about Snowpaw is that she never really takes things seriously. To her, the world is a game, an adventure, if you will. She loves to joke around, have fun, because, really, why not? It takes a lot to get this young apprentice down, especially because she has a strikingly positive view on life.

friendly ;; It's almost impossible for Snowpaw to be mean or nasty. It's just how she was raised. Iceflower had a zero tolerance policy. Anyways, Snowpaw believes that if everyone could just get along, the world would be a much better place.

perseverant ;; No matter how hard the task, Snowpaw will never give up. She will endure pain for what she loves because the reward always makes up for it. If you tell her to, Snowpaw will try and bring down a falcon, unlike her sister Eaglepaw, who would much rather sit in camp and moon over Bramblepaw.

Appearance -

quick apprearance ;; lithe white che cat with odd eyes; blue and orange

build ;; Dispite her long white fur, underneath is a very small cat. She is not bulky, but not spindily either. Her muscles are flexible and lean, letting her weave through any obstable. Snowpaw is very graceful in her movements, always trying to be efficient.

pelt ;; As mentioned before, Snowpaw was long, pure white fur. She keeps it neat and tidy, never letting it get matted or dirty. She spends her mornings after dawn patrol grooming it, biting out any tangles. Don't get me wrong on this one, Snowpaw is not at all vain. Her pelt just limits her mobility if it is too matted, so she has to keep it clean. It sure is high maintenance, but she thinks it looks pretty.

eyes ;; The unique thing about Snowpaw's appearance is her eyes. She was born with blue eyes like any other kit, but when Iceflower expected both of them to change color, only one did, turning into a blazing orange. The other stayed an icey blue color, giving a huge contrast on her snowy colored face. Snowpaw's eyes are the focal point of her appearance.

History -

WARNING: This history does not contain a sob story whatsoever, and may bore you to death.

Snowkit was born to Iceflower, a pure white queen of SkyClan, and Blackpatch, a dark-splotched warrior of SkyClan, along with her sister Eaglekit. The she-kit grew up quite normally, I must say, and had no real troubles besides maybe sneaking into the warrior's den one or twice. Father came to visit his kits atleast once a day, checking on their well-being. Mother was strict, but loving, molding her kits into what she hopes will be fine warriors.

The day comes with pride, knowing you have finally started the climb up the theoretical mountain of clan ranks. The path was clear, but contained many obstacles, and Snowpaw knew it. It was going to be a rough climb to become leader, but she thinks it'll be all worth it. Eaglepaw and Snowpaw became apprentices on the very day of their sixth moon.

OOC: She needs a mentor. Where do I apply for that?

Roleplay Example -

l y n x p a w

Soft pawsteps grew gradually closer together as the medicine cat apprentice of RiverClan scurried as she grew closer to Highstones. Her mouth opened slightly as she moved, looking quite odd, but infact, that is a cat's way to smell. Her mouth filled with the putrid scent of the Thunderpath. Even though she had not eaten recently, her stomach flipped and she struggled not to gag. Go ahead, Lynxpaw, puke on your first medicine cat gathering. Like she would make such a fool of herself. A gentle breeze ruffled her fur, smearing the delicate pattern of her stripes. Whiskers twitched and Lynxpaw looked down at her white paws, now golden brown with dirt.

Eventually she managed to reach Highstones, where she found Poppytail and his apprentice, Streampaw, siting by the entracne. "Hey," she grumbled. I can't seem to get over that Thunderpath smell! she thought, and, as if the memory triggered something in her brain, the stinging smell entered her nose once again. The corners of her mouth widened and she coughed, spitting a thick yellow liquid onto the slick, cold rocky ground. "That can't be good," she meowed, and just as she spoke, her belly rumbled deeply again, reminding her of the monsters who raced by on the Thunderpath.

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Finished!~