Post by shimmerpelt on Mar 27, 2009 15:11:37 GMT -5
Name: Shimmerkit // Shimmerpaw // Shimmerpelt
Position: Kit // Apprentice // Warrior
Clan: Thunderclan
Gender: Female
Age: 7 moons
Physical Description: Shimmerstar has a soft appearance, as soft as silk. Her black eyes twinkle like stars in the night sky, and her whole body seems to shimmer like dewdrops caught in a spider web. Her gray/silver muzzle contrasts her golden pelt, which seems to shimmer more. Her short fur coat gives her a slender, silky appearance. Her pink nose is soft and wet to the touch. She has white paws, a white underbelly, and a white muzzle. Her tail is a long, slender, and feather-like appearance.
Personality: Shimmerpaw is peaceful, and caring. Though she seems unfocuesd, she is actually studying everyone around her, and thinking about important items. She is as well unafraid to voice her oppinion, standing by it untill the end, or ask a question, never quite giving up untill it is answered, which has gained her a somewhat annoying reputation.
History: In a small litter, Shimmerkit was the youngest. Her only sibling, Scorchkit was her superior in many ways. He was a natural warrior, with muscle and instinct. Shimmerkit felt like she wasn't needed. She sulked more often in the nursery than not. Despite her brother's attempts, she rarely fought. Their fights were short, and it was never long before she was pinned under her heavier brother. You wouldn't say she was depressed, but Shimmerkit was not happy. She was noticeably happier when there were visitors in the nursery, being a very social kit, always asking questions and bugging the daylights out of everyone. During her apprentice ceremony, Shimmerpaw couldn't get all of her questions and thoughts out of her mind. She'd never dared to dream that she could besome apprentice, after failing miserably play-fighting with her brother. When she was given her mentor, she was ecstatic. She's made a great apprentice since then, never failing in her duties.
I.C: Shimmerpelt raced across the clearing, as the sounds of howls echoed across the clearing. Her eyes were wide with fear, the fear of those blood-thirsty foxes that wanted her blood. She pricked her ears as she came towards the one fox she ran from. Her pelt bristled as she let out a threatening snarl in fear and frustration, as she was now pinned at a dead end. Digado stepped forward, his orange and blocky head held high, as if he had accomplished an easy task with soaring colors. His huge black paws were covered with mud, and he snarled as he came closer. Digado lunged forward, his jaws parted, wanting to feel the blood gush into his mouth like a raging river. Shimmerpelt smirked as he landed upon her, for she let his weight on her hindlegs act like a powerful spring, which sent him off of her. The fox Digado shook his miserable head and growled as he saw Shimmerpelt lunge towards him on an attack. Digado decided to escape, yowling in anger and frustration. Shimmerpelt gave a snort of approval as the fox ran wimpering, tail tucked under.
Shimmerpaws eyes shot open as a small stream of light poured in from the brambles above her. Shimmerpaw groaned in disappointment. "Another dream," she sighed, rolling over, and awaiting for her mentor.
Position: Kit // Apprentice // Warrior
Clan: Thunderclan
Gender: Female
Age: 7 moons
Physical Description: Shimmerstar has a soft appearance, as soft as silk. Her black eyes twinkle like stars in the night sky, and her whole body seems to shimmer like dewdrops caught in a spider web. Her gray/silver muzzle contrasts her golden pelt, which seems to shimmer more. Her short fur coat gives her a slender, silky appearance. Her pink nose is soft and wet to the touch. She has white paws, a white underbelly, and a white muzzle. Her tail is a long, slender, and feather-like appearance.
Personality: Shimmerpaw is peaceful, and caring. Though she seems unfocuesd, she is actually studying everyone around her, and thinking about important items. She is as well unafraid to voice her oppinion, standing by it untill the end, or ask a question, never quite giving up untill it is answered, which has gained her a somewhat annoying reputation.
History: In a small litter, Shimmerkit was the youngest. Her only sibling, Scorchkit was her superior in many ways. He was a natural warrior, with muscle and instinct. Shimmerkit felt like she wasn't needed. She sulked more often in the nursery than not. Despite her brother's attempts, she rarely fought. Their fights were short, and it was never long before she was pinned under her heavier brother. You wouldn't say she was depressed, but Shimmerkit was not happy. She was noticeably happier when there were visitors in the nursery, being a very social kit, always asking questions and bugging the daylights out of everyone. During her apprentice ceremony, Shimmerpaw couldn't get all of her questions and thoughts out of her mind. She'd never dared to dream that she could besome apprentice, after failing miserably play-fighting with her brother. When she was given her mentor, she was ecstatic. She's made a great apprentice since then, never failing in her duties.
I.C: Shimmerpelt raced across the clearing, as the sounds of howls echoed across the clearing. Her eyes were wide with fear, the fear of those blood-thirsty foxes that wanted her blood. She pricked her ears as she came towards the one fox she ran from. Her pelt bristled as she let out a threatening snarl in fear and frustration, as she was now pinned at a dead end. Digado stepped forward, his orange and blocky head held high, as if he had accomplished an easy task with soaring colors. His huge black paws were covered with mud, and he snarled as he came closer. Digado lunged forward, his jaws parted, wanting to feel the blood gush into his mouth like a raging river. Shimmerpelt smirked as he landed upon her, for she let his weight on her hindlegs act like a powerful spring, which sent him off of her. The fox Digado shook his miserable head and growled as he saw Shimmerpelt lunge towards him on an attack. Digado decided to escape, yowling in anger and frustration. Shimmerpelt gave a snort of approval as the fox ran wimpering, tail tucked under.
Shimmerpaws eyes shot open as a small stream of light poured in from the brambles above her. Shimmerpaw groaned in disappointment. "Another dream," she sighed, rolling over, and awaiting for her mentor.