Post by Tobias on Dec 31, 2010 20:23:47 GMT -5
Role Players Name: Tobias
Cat Name: Loudpaw
Cat Age: 25 moons
Clan: TwilightClan
Personality: Loudpaw isn't the smartest of cats, but he's a great friend. Extremely loyal to those he holds close and his clan. Gives trust to those who give it to him - and almost certainly those who supply him with food. The young tom is hardly ever full and eats almost anything.
Appearance: Black fur and blue paws, ice blue eyes. Green stripes on his tail. His fur is very well kept despite Loudpaw's laziness and lack of hygiene. He is a large tom for his age, and has a longer than average tail.
Family:
Falsetooth (grandmother)
Rasptongue (grandfather)
Croakedbreath (grandfather)
Finalflight (grandmother)
Salmondash (mother)
Crowstorm (father)
Phoenixwings, Thornblaze, Bluepaw (brothers)
Jetstream, Lunarpaw (sisters)
History: Growing up surrounded by Clan cats he is no different to the next apprentice, apart from the fact that Loudpaw will eat anything he can. Many of his siblings are already warriors, and those that aren't will have their ceremonies soon. When he was younger - a kit - Loudpaw used to escape the nursery often, which can explain his urge to explore new things rapidly. His mother and father are both from BreakingClan - but his father's grandparents are from TwilightClan and offered to raise him and three of his siblings.
Other: Loudpaw is easily offended - but it helps when he actually gets the insult. The only cat that can offend him and get away with it is his best friend Webpaw.
Role Play Example:
A flicker of movement in the corner of Loudpaw's blue eyes told him that he wasn't alone anymore. He acknowledged the newcomer with a flick of his tail, but didn't look in their direction. Loudpaw was cranky in the morning - the only cat who understood that was Webpaw and the tom had no idea where he was.
When he glanced over he saw a small brown kit, her amber eyes wide. She was very small even for a kit and her ears flicked frequently - Loudpaw got a paranoid vibe from her.
"Loudpaw?" she mewed quietly.
"Yuh?"
"Can I ask you a question?" Her voice was shaky, like she had a secret that she desperately wanted to tell but couldn't. Loudpaw also noticed that she hardly blinked.
"Shoot."
The kit opened her mouth but nothing came out. Her gaze wandered to the left, and Loudpaw could tell she as having second thoughts about asking the apprentice her question. After many moments of silence the kit stumbled over to Loudpaw so she was a pawstep away from his ear. She had very deep breathing - Loudpaw wished he could move away to stop her rasping down his ear. Eventually she spoke, but it was not what Loudpaw had been expecting.
"How do you kill a cat?"
Cat Name: Loudpaw
Cat Age: 25 moons
Clan: TwilightClan
Personality: Loudpaw isn't the smartest of cats, but he's a great friend. Extremely loyal to those he holds close and his clan. Gives trust to those who give it to him - and almost certainly those who supply him with food. The young tom is hardly ever full and eats almost anything.
Appearance: Black fur and blue paws, ice blue eyes. Green stripes on his tail. His fur is very well kept despite Loudpaw's laziness and lack of hygiene. He is a large tom for his age, and has a longer than average tail.
Family:
Falsetooth (grandmother)
Rasptongue (grandfather)
Croakedbreath (grandfather)
Finalflight (grandmother)
Salmondash (mother)
Crowstorm (father)
Phoenixwings, Thornblaze, Bluepaw (brothers)
Jetstream, Lunarpaw (sisters)
History: Growing up surrounded by Clan cats he is no different to the next apprentice, apart from the fact that Loudpaw will eat anything he can. Many of his siblings are already warriors, and those that aren't will have their ceremonies soon. When he was younger - a kit - Loudpaw used to escape the nursery often, which can explain his urge to explore new things rapidly. His mother and father are both from BreakingClan - but his father's grandparents are from TwilightClan and offered to raise him and three of his siblings.
Other: Loudpaw is easily offended - but it helps when he actually gets the insult. The only cat that can offend him and get away with it is his best friend Webpaw.
Role Play Example:
A flicker of movement in the corner of Loudpaw's blue eyes told him that he wasn't alone anymore. He acknowledged the newcomer with a flick of his tail, but didn't look in their direction. Loudpaw was cranky in the morning - the only cat who understood that was Webpaw and the tom had no idea where he was.
When he glanced over he saw a small brown kit, her amber eyes wide. She was very small even for a kit and her ears flicked frequently - Loudpaw got a paranoid vibe from her.
"Loudpaw?" she mewed quietly.
"Yuh?"
"Can I ask you a question?" Her voice was shaky, like she had a secret that she desperately wanted to tell but couldn't. Loudpaw also noticed that she hardly blinked.
"Shoot."
The kit opened her mouth but nothing came out. Her gaze wandered to the left, and Loudpaw could tell she as having second thoughts about asking the apprentice her question. After many moments of silence the kit stumbled over to Loudpaw so she was a pawstep away from his ear. She had very deep breathing - Loudpaw wished he could move away to stop her rasping down his ear. Eventually she spoke, but it was not what Loudpaw had been expecting.
"How do you kill a cat?"
