ShatterPaw//SnowClan

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    Cat's Name: ShatterPaw
    Cat's Age: 7 moons
    Gender: Tom
    Alliance: SnowClan
    Position: Apprentice
    Appearance: <blockquote>A small blue-black Tom Cat. His eyes are a pale yellow-green. He has a scar along his back left hindquarter from being raked by an owl's talons during greenleaf. This scar causes him slight twinges during cold weather, but does not impede his walking or running.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Mostly quiet, ShadowPaw is a contemplative cat, who quiet and serious nature does not endure him to the other young cats of SnowClan. ShatterPaw is more likely to be found examining a leaf preserved in dried mud than looking for the vole who left his tracks nearby. He thirsts for knowledge, and sometime has a difficult time applying himself to warrior training, although he excels in strategy. In conversation he is often at a loss, answering curious looks with silence, although never outwardly akward in such confrontations. Inside, however, he is typically scared by another cat's interest in him, and shies away from such contact by simply staying away from the other cats, often examining leaves or insects while he eats rather than conversing with others. When hunting he misses catches while studying the habits of the other animals, but when focused is a proficient hunter. </blockquote>History: <blockquote>ShatterPaw was a clan-born cat of a she-cat named HeatherGaze and an unknown father within the Clan. They had no other kittens. Shortly after his apprenticeship began and HeatherGaze left the Nursery, she was killed in a tragic accident while hunting. While chasing a squirrel up one of the tall Desolate Pines, HeatherGaze slipped and plummeted to her death leaving ShatterPaw, her only kit, alone. In the days following his mother's death ShatterPaw withdrew further into himself, and seemed even quieter. However, it has been nearly a moon since her death, and he has begun to show signs of his old interest in the outer world, though he still refrains from speaking for the most part. (OOC: I don't think there's a whole lot more to say about so young a cat...) </blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote> Soft shades of darkness fell over the tallest pinetree in the forest as clouds scudded across the golden sphere of the full moon that hung over the silence, casting its golden light in pools over the forest floor. The mid-summer wind tossed the pinetree-tops, dislodging a hail of needles which fell lightly to ground.
    ShatterPaw raised his head, opening his mouth to allow in the tantalizing smell of a mouse that was burrowing through the pine-needle carpet before him. Sinking into a hunting crouch, eyes glistening, ShatterPaw pulled his weight into his haunches and crept forward as lightly as possibe.
    The mouse popped up before him, angled away, a piece of something clutched in its paws and between its teeth. ShatterPaw wiggled his muscles, bunching for a spring and then leapt, dagger-sharp claws outstretched to pin the mouse to the springy carpeting of the earth. He dispatched it with a swift bite to the neck, stomach rumbling from the feeling of the warm life ebbing from between his claws, and the delicious smell from the fresh-kill. But it could wait. Burrying the mouse in the needles it had so recently been rooting through, ShatterPaw turned to leave, stalking onward for more prey.</blockquote>Codeword: The Age of Night
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