Character Name: Inkpaw
Character Age: 6 moons
Gender: Tom
Alliance: SnowClan
Rank: Newly named apprentice
Appearance (6 or more sentences): Inkpaw possesses glossy, thick, short fur. His pelt is coloured smoke/storm cloud grey with inky black swirls that match his deep silver eyes which are often marbled with dreams, memories and wishful thinking. His two forepaws are slightly splayed and, like his whiskers, the claws on those paws are quite short. Inkpaw is a Bengal/American Shorthair cross which explains his shiny pelt, but not his odd front paws. Unlike some cats, Inkpaw isn't covered in great battle scars, but he does have a few small scratches from training. He also has thick fur inside his ears that protects them from blizzards, although he wasn't born like this, it was an adaptation to the harsh tundra environment.
Personality (6 or more sentences): Inkpaw is a real gentleman, he knows his manners and is extremely courteous towards she-cats and elders. He's a brilliant listener and only speaks about his problems or concerns when he is asked. He prefers not to fight if he can help it, although he will show great courage when needed and would die for his clan or leader. His most favourite things in the world are travelling to unknown lands, talking to the moon in his secret cave and – most of all – Butterfly. However, there are four things he absolutely hates: Starless nights when the clouds blank the sky and absorb all light, his anonymous and deceptive RuneClan ancestors, deceptive cats and traitors and finally; Himself…. This is one of his weaknesses, his self-loathing. But it is also a strength as he would – without any objection whatsoever – risk his own life for another’s. But another weakness, and a particularly dangerous one at that, Is his love for the loner Butterfly. He would do anything for her, and he could easily be manipulated by using his loved one. His greatest assets in strength are as follows; Hunting skill, wit and intelligence – especially. Although he is a very poor fighter, Inkpaw is a brilliant climber – rocks, not trees. He’s hopeless with trees, but he can bound up a mountain in record time!
History (8 or more sentences): Inkpaw’s mother gave birth to 5 kits, all of whom died – except Inkpaw. Grief stricken, she begged StarClan for help, and they sent it; the tom she had mated with (Blizzardfur of SnowClan) came and took the kits to his clan, as the mother (Shiningstar of RuneClan) was leader of her clan and too busy to take care of one – let alone five kits. Inkpaw grew up in SnowClan among the warriors of the ice, learning the ways of the winter cats. Inkpaw never managed to befriend any other cats and, of course, this worried his father. Time flew by like the birds of the air and Inkpaw was soon made an apprentice. On his third lesson, his mentor sent him out hunting to see what he could bring back; Inkpaw was chasing a snow rabbit along the bank of the lake and a rockslide caused the rabbit to flee and Inkpaw to leap aside. He landed in a small, dark cave. The pale, lustrous moonlight shone through a minute gap in the roof and illuminated the walls and the strange carvings embedded in the smooth rock. There was a small gap in between the rocks that had fallen; small enough for a cat to fit through, small enough not to be noticed, small enough to remain secret.
Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio): ….Completely unnerved and traumatised by the lies and treachery of this.… this rogue, Inkpaw fled to his secret cave. He clattered through the entrance and tumbled onto the platform in the middle of the cave, underneath the pale and dusty moonlight. The tears streamed down his inky cheeks, practically flooding the cave. How could someone do this to him? And after all he had done for that cat! He lay in the cave allowing the painful tears to cascade down his muzzle to the cool floor. He raised his head, brushing away the tears, and looked up at the luminous crescent in the deathly black sky which was scattered with dazzling stars. “Why!? Why do you loathe me so StarClan? Why must you make me suffer? Why must I endure all the pain you torment me with? Why do I have to be the one weighed down with sorrow? Why, StarClan!?” He wailed at the magnificent warriors that littered the night with pain incomparable to that of any other cat. The tears cascaded down, stronger than a waterfall and more radiant than the brilliant moonstone….
Comments (optional): Inkpaw is my first character. I spent forever developing him and another eight years drawing him! I’m very pleased with my apprentice. Feel free to PM me for info about Inkpaw or to find out about the RPs he's in. Thanks, GimpGirl