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Copperpaw
Screen Name: BipolarInsanity
Gender: Hellion/Vixen/Female
Rank: Apprentice
Appearance: Copperpaw has a dark ginger pelt, with slight tabby markings along the top of her cranium. Even though her eyes are yellow, they have distinctive' clouds' of copper tainting the iris. Like many cats the color of her nose matches her tint, presenting itself to be a dark ginger/salmon color.
Personality: ↷↷↷↷Copperpaw is a spitfire, a hellion with a fierce temper. The back alley cats say she gets it from her mother, who always started fights. She often killed cats for trying to steal her measly prey,but to her that skinny prey was like gold. Copperpaw sometimes falls into patches of depression, sadness accompanied by feelings of hopelessness and inadequacy. Yet she always puts on a fake grin, or tries to purr when the kits scamper around at her paws. She is often happy when the rays of sun hit her pelt just right, and the prey is out and about. She often gets bursts of great enthusiasm and eagerness, only when around other cats though.she hates when she is alone and isolated, she then has time to reflect on her life, the suffering or discomforting moments. The great
ones where she can't stop purring. So all and all, she is an emotion wreck.
History:↷↷↷↷ Her life began as a rouge, in a dingy back alley with trash bags. Her mother Yellowfang and father Lionheart are said to have killed each other in a fight about which way the kit would grow up. In the end neither got to see there fiery kit grow to be one of the fiercest fighters, and most skilled hunters. The only reason the clan cats even stumbled upon the kit was because of its continuous meowing for warm shelter and milk. when they found the bugged eyed kit, they took the scrawny pile of bones to the medicine cat right away. Everyone doubted her and made remarks behind her back. The only time she was able to prove herself was when she was out hunting one day. She was a new apprentice, but she was the first to scent the fox that was lingering in the territory. The warriors were able to fight it off for the sake of the clan, but they did give some credit to Copperpaw for scenting the fox first.
RP Example: fighting: (Note: Roleplay is for Yellowfang)
The broad embodiment of the lupe faced the dark tinted mass of a hellion. Yellowfang let her receivers plaster against her apex, and her translucent talons slip from there cream casings. As her tint slowly bristled along her constitution in a sign of hostility. The only answer back from the lupe was the rapid lashing of his tassel, and the flicker of pure amusement in his tiny optics. Rooting her back appendages into the softened terrain she let her quad muscles bunch and explode like rubber bands. As she shoved her peds into the lupes chest, her talons curving inward ripping off pieces of soft white derma,the velocity of her frame was enough to knock the lupe over. She had exposed him for a more vigorous attack. With a flicker of happiness in her unforgiving optics, she mounted the lupes platform. By raking her talons along his platform, more fur flew from his derma. Her talons were hooked, and angled in 90 degrees to rake him just right. Her back appendages were pumping as if she were chasing a burrowing and agile piece of gamy tasting prey. She then smelled a new scent, the one besides his which wreaked like a kitty pet. Looking back at her work she noticed a new color besides his fluffy white pelt, scarlet. Soon becoming infatuated with the scent, her fleshy muscular organ ran over the sides of her maw. There was such an ample supply of blood loss that the cool air almost steamed at the warmth the blood exposed. With a purr of deep satisfaction, her appendages left the unfamiliar tom and stepped off to the rough terrain. Her skills were taught to her by a noble cat, so she gave the scrawny foxheart mercy. As his bony frame ran, she noticed the squared bones jutting through his weathered canvas. She smirked, yet another win. Letting her boa sag, she began to groom her own pelt. The russet and black pelt was long and silky, a much easier pelt to look at. As her fleshy muscular organ located in her maw glided over her bloody peds, she let her nose crinkle up. Normally enjoying the sharp tang of blood, she didn't this time. She noticed the cat was scrawny and malnourished, feeling only a pang of pity. She spat at the terrain, letting the scarlet tainted saliva hit with a splat, not wanting to be weak. Yet as she shook out her heavy pelt, she had a smirk across her face. Her peds glided across the vaguely familiar terrain, missing every divot and crack that would sprain any other cats appendage. She entered the clans little hollow, nestled deep in the mangy forest. As the arrogance poured off of her, she didn't mind a few narrowed optics. Instead she raised her cranium even more, snubbing her nose to every other cat who was weak {End}

Hunting: (Work in progress)

The vixens apex pivoted, parallel with the mangy undergrowth. With the minuscule and vague thrashing of the holly bush, the lupe positioned parallel to her bony flank stiffened like a dead corpse. Plastering her auds against her apex, her translucent talons glided from there cream casings. Kneading the soggy soft terrain, her tassel was slowly guided to the lupes muscular flank. As her apex rotated 90 degrees to the right, her optics were locked into his. With the slight rise and decline of her meaty boa, she nodded indicating the prey was hers to catch. As the lupes appendages shuffled back, hers strided forward. The spitfire hellion wrapped her tassel around her back appendage and round tush, so it wouldn't brush the terrain. She let her lower jaw hang down limply, discerning a distinctive scent. Recognizing a burrowing, gregarious, mammal with long ears, long hind legs, and a short tail (Rabbit.) Running her fleshy muscular organ over her large chomps, her occulis's were engaged in the shivering bush. Moving at a regular and fairly slow pace, she lifted and set each ped down with perception of the situation. Using extreme caution of the scattered fragments of living organisms, the hellion made slow onward movement to the warm blooded rodent. Ceasing to move the vixens bands of fibrous tissues stiffened, and her constitution also followed suit. (W.I.P.)

Other: Naw backwards= Wan