Post by •Hawkeh• on Jul 19, 2008 15:12:33 GMT -5
Jake
My brother and fellow loners call me Jake. I am not a tom; I am a she-cat, unlike most first impressions. I was born a loner, and still am a loner. If I were in a Clan, I would probably be a new warrior, and I am the typical age of one, 12 moons old.
My pelt is a beautiful shade of midnight black. I have pure ice blue eyes. I have an elegantly long black tail with a white tip. My ears are white with v-chips in both of them. My underbelly and paws are both pure snow-white. I have a white chest, but it has faint flecks of gray, that are not acquired with age. I have a scar on my left shoulder that drags down to my claw. Speaking of my claws, they are always extremely sharp. They have very faint black rings around them. When I’ve finished cleaning them after hunting, they are blinding silver. I’m actually small for a she-cat my age, about the size of a WindClan apprentice, but I can fight like any cat in StarClan. I am very lithe and athletic, but I see no reason that it should mean that I don’t have muscle. I can fight any normal sized cat on my own, and I am a formidable fighter and quick with my claws.
I’m very independent, but I tend to travel with my brother all the time. I care a lot about Tucker, but sometimes he does get on my nerves. I absolutely hate that ginger tom who lives in that abandoned ‘Loner’s’ barn with his so called family. I have a slight temper with other she-cats, but I get over it quickly. I absolutely hate when other toms stare at me and try to protect me…I can protect myself. I consider myself a tomboy, and I have scars to prove it. I have many good friends in the Clans, and shockingly, a few are she-cats…that I respect. Normally, I am seen in a Clan’s territory at least once a moon, maybe more if I feel like it. Most of my friends, such as Foxpaw of ShadowClan, and Rushpaw of ThunderClan, are a moon older, but most, such as Rowanfire, Runningfrost, and Cherrybrook of ThunderClan, and Hawkflight, Cinderpaw, and Stormpaw of WindClan are more than a moon older than I am. If I could choose a Clan to live in, it would have to be RiverClan because my best friends, Sunpaw and Icepaw, live there. The only time I would fight for a Clan, it would be if I had no choice. I must admit that I do have a small crush on Sunpaw.
I was born in the Horseplace. I can barely remember my parent’s names. Diamond and Cody, I think they were. My parents were loners, and never really liked kittypet slop. Cody was a pure black tom, just like me (except the tom part), and Diamond was a black and tawny tortoiseshell she-cat, just like Tucker, my brother. I never did really get along with Tucker; he was just a mamma’s boy, and a real brat.
When I was about 6 moons old, my father finally told me how I got the name ‘Jake’. Apparently, a Two-leg kit picked me up when I was a new born and started yowling what sounded like ‘Jake’ all over the place, and I guess the name just stuck. Anyway, my father was my mentor of sorts; and he took me and Tuck (Tucker) to meet the Clans that lived by the lake. I guess that is how I met all of my friends, but they were so much different than they are now. I think I started crushing on Rowanfire a little because he was so nice, and handsome, but about a moon ago, I lost my feelings, due to damage to his face thanks to RougeClan.
Cody and Diamond loved us, but soon they decided to move without saying goodbye to us, because Tucker and I were visiting the Clans. About a moon later, when I was around 10 moons old, some old black tom cat approached Tuck and I, asking us to join this ‘Clan’ called RougeClan, but I never heard of no Rouge Clan before. When we both declined, he was ticked, but didn’t fight us, but he would have lost anyway, because it was two on one, a very unfair advantage. When we visited the Clans again, a black and white apprentice (Rushpaw) foolishly thought that we were WindClan cats, crossing the border, but Tucker calmed him down as his mentor arrived.
RougeClan's Destruction
My brother and fellow loners call me Jake. I am not a tom; I am a she-cat, unlike most first impressions. I was born a loner, and still am a loner. If I were in a Clan, I would probably be a new warrior, and I am the typical age of one, 12 moons old.
My pelt is a beautiful shade of midnight black. I have pure ice blue eyes. I have an elegantly long black tail with a white tip. My ears are white with v-chips in both of them. My underbelly and paws are both pure snow-white. I have a white chest, but it has faint flecks of gray, that are not acquired with age. I have a scar on my left shoulder that drags down to my claw. Speaking of my claws, they are always extremely sharp. They have very faint black rings around them. When I’ve finished cleaning them after hunting, they are blinding silver. I’m actually small for a she-cat my age, about the size of a WindClan apprentice, but I can fight like any cat in StarClan. I am very lithe and athletic, but I see no reason that it should mean that I don’t have muscle. I can fight any normal sized cat on my own, and I am a formidable fighter and quick with my claws.
I’m very independent, but I tend to travel with my brother all the time. I care a lot about Tucker, but sometimes he does get on my nerves. I absolutely hate that ginger tom who lives in that abandoned ‘Loner’s’ barn with his so called family. I have a slight temper with other she-cats, but I get over it quickly. I absolutely hate when other toms stare at me and try to protect me…I can protect myself. I consider myself a tomboy, and I have scars to prove it. I have many good friends in the Clans, and shockingly, a few are she-cats…that I respect. Normally, I am seen in a Clan’s territory at least once a moon, maybe more if I feel like it. Most of my friends, such as Foxpaw of ShadowClan, and Rushpaw of ThunderClan, are a moon older, but most, such as Rowanfire, Runningfrost, and Cherrybrook of ThunderClan, and Hawkflight, Cinderpaw, and Stormpaw of WindClan are more than a moon older than I am. If I could choose a Clan to live in, it would have to be RiverClan because my best friends, Sunpaw and Icepaw, live there. The only time I would fight for a Clan, it would be if I had no choice. I must admit that I do have a small crush on Sunpaw.
I was born in the Horseplace. I can barely remember my parent’s names. Diamond and Cody, I think they were. My parents were loners, and never really liked kittypet slop. Cody was a pure black tom, just like me (except the tom part), and Diamond was a black and tawny tortoiseshell she-cat, just like Tucker, my brother. I never did really get along with Tucker; he was just a mamma’s boy, and a real brat.
When I was about 6 moons old, my father finally told me how I got the name ‘Jake’. Apparently, a Two-leg kit picked me up when I was a new born and started yowling what sounded like ‘Jake’ all over the place, and I guess the name just stuck. Anyway, my father was my mentor of sorts; and he took me and Tuck (Tucker) to meet the Clans that lived by the lake. I guess that is how I met all of my friends, but they were so much different than they are now. I think I started crushing on Rowanfire a little because he was so nice, and handsome, but about a moon ago, I lost my feelings, due to damage to his face thanks to RougeClan.
Cody and Diamond loved us, but soon they decided to move without saying goodbye to us, because Tucker and I were visiting the Clans. About a moon later, when I was around 10 moons old, some old black tom cat approached Tuck and I, asking us to join this ‘Clan’ called RougeClan, but I never heard of no Rouge Clan before. When we both declined, he was ticked, but didn’t fight us, but he would have lost anyway, because it was two on one, a very unfair advantage. When we visited the Clans again, a black and white apprentice (Rushpaw) foolishly thought that we were WindClan cats, crossing the border, but Tucker calmed him down as his mentor arrived.
RougeClan's Destruction