Post by •Hawkeh• on Jul 19, 2008 14:32:31 GMT -5
Rushpaw-Rushwind
Mostly everyone calls me Rushpaw, but that will soon change, hopefully. I am one of the older apprentices at 13 moons of age. I am a tom, but not the only tom in my litter of four, thankfully. My father is the leader of ThunderClan, so I guess that means I live in ThunderClan, right.
I think that I am very handsome, a distinguishing black and white patched pelt, just like my father, Swiftstar’s pelt. My eyes are a beautiful emerald green, without a hint of gray, blue, yellow, or amber anywhere. My paws are white with brown specks, not exactly minted, but they still are more white than brown. I look more like my father than my mother, Sharptounge. My paw pads are the darkest form of black in the possible universe. My tail tip is a pure snow-white, but my underbelly is more of a misty white than a pure white. I have several scars from rough fights recently. Both my ears are v-chipped thanks to some RougeClan warrior. My left shoulder has a scar that almost runs down to my paw, but stops midway down my leg. My underbelly is scared with a few small, hardly noticeable scars, but they were mainly from brushing over bushes too quickly. I am very lithe and agile, making me an excellent hunter and fighter. My right paw pad has a small scar from a thorn that was stuck in it about a sunrise ago. My claws are somewhat sharp, but I like to keep them sharp incase I need to use them for any reason.
I am actually hotheaded most of the time, just like my father. I will tell you something though that is somewhat a secret. I like a she-cat named Rainpaw. Rowanfire, Runningfrost, and Talonkit are my best friends, besides Rainpaw. I normally get along with my three siblings, sometimes. I am still very energetic and spunky. I don’t hesitate to talk back to an older warrior, so I’m often in trouble, mainly because I talk back to the wrong cat…my father. I look up to my father a lot though, and someday I want to be just like him. I do believe in StarClan, not just, because my father is leader. I guess you could say that since I visited StarClan during the last battle, I’ve never used the name in vain since. I still cause tons of trouble for my Clanmates, but leaving camp without my mentor, a warrior, or telling anyone except maybe Talonkit, but he wouldn’t rat me out… would he. I love playing tricks on my older friends because they just don’t see them as funny as I do. The first thing I plan to do as a warrior is teach Talonkit some good tricks to play on his mentor.
I was born to Swiftstar and Sharptounge, the leader of ThunderClan and a warrior of ThunderClan. I have three very annoying siblings, Foxpaw (a ginger she-cat with green eyes), Snowpaw (a white tom), and Reedpaw (dark brown and yellow streaked she-cat). Apparently, from what my parents say, my siblings and I were born on a patrol that they were on, and my father carried me back. I think I was the first-born, but it isn’t like I really care. I rarely left the camp before I was an apprentice, but at least I did.
When I was made an apprentice, I was a step closer to being a warrior. I met Runningpaw, an older apprentice who was made a warrior a few moons ago. We were best friends, until I met Rainpaw, a beautiful gray she-cat who was the same age as me. Soon after Runningpaw was made a warrior, RougeClan attacked. I had my fair share of battle; being thrown off a warrior, twice my size and chasing off a thingyy tom who thought he could take me on, even though I was limping. I did almost die, once, but I’m talking to you, right, so that means I lived.
RougeClan’s Destruction
Mostly everyone calls me Rushpaw, but that will soon change, hopefully. I am one of the older apprentices at 13 moons of age. I am a tom, but not the only tom in my litter of four, thankfully. My father is the leader of ThunderClan, so I guess that means I live in ThunderClan, right.
I think that I am very handsome, a distinguishing black and white patched pelt, just like my father, Swiftstar’s pelt. My eyes are a beautiful emerald green, without a hint of gray, blue, yellow, or amber anywhere. My paws are white with brown specks, not exactly minted, but they still are more white than brown. I look more like my father than my mother, Sharptounge. My paw pads are the darkest form of black in the possible universe. My tail tip is a pure snow-white, but my underbelly is more of a misty white than a pure white. I have several scars from rough fights recently. Both my ears are v-chipped thanks to some RougeClan warrior. My left shoulder has a scar that almost runs down to my paw, but stops midway down my leg. My underbelly is scared with a few small, hardly noticeable scars, but they were mainly from brushing over bushes too quickly. I am very lithe and agile, making me an excellent hunter and fighter. My right paw pad has a small scar from a thorn that was stuck in it about a sunrise ago. My claws are somewhat sharp, but I like to keep them sharp incase I need to use them for any reason.
I am actually hotheaded most of the time, just like my father. I will tell you something though that is somewhat a secret. I like a she-cat named Rainpaw. Rowanfire, Runningfrost, and Talonkit are my best friends, besides Rainpaw. I normally get along with my three siblings, sometimes. I am still very energetic and spunky. I don’t hesitate to talk back to an older warrior, so I’m often in trouble, mainly because I talk back to the wrong cat…my father. I look up to my father a lot though, and someday I want to be just like him. I do believe in StarClan, not just, because my father is leader. I guess you could say that since I visited StarClan during the last battle, I’ve never used the name in vain since. I still cause tons of trouble for my Clanmates, but leaving camp without my mentor, a warrior, or telling anyone except maybe Talonkit, but he wouldn’t rat me out… would he. I love playing tricks on my older friends because they just don’t see them as funny as I do. The first thing I plan to do as a warrior is teach Talonkit some good tricks to play on his mentor.
I was born to Swiftstar and Sharptounge, the leader of ThunderClan and a warrior of ThunderClan. I have three very annoying siblings, Foxpaw (a ginger she-cat with green eyes), Snowpaw (a white tom), and Reedpaw (dark brown and yellow streaked she-cat). Apparently, from what my parents say, my siblings and I were born on a patrol that they were on, and my father carried me back. I think I was the first-born, but it isn’t like I really care. I rarely left the camp before I was an apprentice, but at least I did.
When I was made an apprentice, I was a step closer to being a warrior. I met Runningpaw, an older apprentice who was made a warrior a few moons ago. We were best friends, until I met Rainpaw, a beautiful gray she-cat who was the same age as me. Soon after Runningpaw was made a warrior, RougeClan attacked. I had my fair share of battle; being thrown off a warrior, twice my size and chasing off a thingyy tom who thought he could take me on, even though I was limping. I did almost die, once, but I’m talking to you, right, so that means I lived.
RougeClan’s Destruction