A spark of greatness || Sparkpaw's bio

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  • Character Name: Sparkkit Sparkpaw Sparkwing


    Character Age: 6 moons


    Gender: She-cat


    Alliance: WindClan


    Rank: Apprentice


    Appearance (6 or more sentences): Sparkpaw is a petite American Curl cat. She has long, silky fur with calico coloring and a white muzzle, neck, belly and front legs. Her large eyes are a color that can be described as light brown with a tinge of green. If you look at her ears, you'll clearly see that they are curled back towards her head. Although her legs aren't particularly long or special, they are strong and can carry her far and fast. Her paws are average in size and her claws are invisible under her long fur. Overall, Sparkpaw's appearance is docile and deceives her personality.


    Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): Sparkpaw's personality can best be described as competitive and pugnacious. She does not realize that what she says can and almost always will hurt others. Naturally, she enjoys quarreling and debating things with others, but her competitive side will often rear its ugly head and drive her peers away. When this happens, she will get sad, for she won't know what exactly happened and why the cats she was just talking to are suddenly avoiding her. Aside from her combative nature, she is very loyal and is willing to learn how to be the best she can be. Her intentions are almost always good and she gets defensive when people insult or are rude to anyone. It is true that she might bother her Clanmates on a daily basis, but when it comes down to the basics, Sparkpaw is a loyal cat true to her Clan.
    ---Likes (at least 3): Sparkpaw enjoys to debate with others, eat, sleep, run, and hunt.
    --- Dislikes (at least 3): She dislikes when people ignore her, ill-intentioned conflict, being hungry, water, and blood.
    ---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Her strengths are hunting, running, and her strong will.
    ---Weaknesses (At least 3): Her strengths can be her weaknesses. She is often loud, combative and stubborn. She doesn't always listen and she isn't the best at fighting.


    History (8 or more sentences): Sparkkit was born in a litter of five to the she-cat Warmheart. Nobody knew who their father was except for Warmheart. Nobody also knew where Sparkkit's fiery personality came from, because most of her siblings and Warmheart were generally submissive and sweet. When Sparkkit and her siblings were three moons old, their brother Swiftkit contracted greencough and died. Heatherkit, the sibling that was closest to Swiftkit, was so depressed that she convinced Warmheart leave WindClan with her. Sparkkit soon took over as leader of her remaining sister and brother. Her sister Fernkit, her brother Tigerkit, and Sparkkit always stuck together for everything, even if they were irritated by Sparkkit's dictations. When they were apprenticed, they no longer stayed by each other's side, which slightly upsetted Fernpaw and Tigerpaw.


    Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio): Sparkpaw yawned loudly as she rolled out of her sleeping area. Tired even after her long sleep, she trudged over to where all the fresh-kill was. She pulled a small rabbit out of the pile, and glared at it before she took a large bite. "This is a good rabbit," she mumbled to herself before chomping on it. In a matter of seconds, she was completely finished with her scrumptious food. The sun shone down on her back, lighting up her calico fur and making it seem like she was glowing from the inside. From the corners of her brown eyes, she saw Fernpaw staring at her in awe. Her body was reflected in her sister's eyes, shining and majestic. Do I really look like that? She wondered, staring at her reflection in Fernpaw's eyes.


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