Posts by Drippingwhisker

Form:
Name: Drippingwhisker
Apperance: A silver tabby with bright green eyes
Gender: She-cat
Personality: A kind she-cat who loves kits but hates to miss a battle.
Crush/Mate:
Rank: Warrior
History(optional):
Other:

Drippingwhisker strolled through the camp entrance, tail held high, carrying two satisfyingly plump mice in her jaws. Quietly but proudly as she reached the fresh-kill pile, she lay her prey on neatly and then looked around happily. She walked over to a cool and shady spot before sitting down.

She yawned and got up, walking in the shade still, the sunlight falling through the trees and dappling her silver pelt. Wondering about how harsh leaf-bare was going to be when it came around, her paws took her back to the fresh kill pile. She picked a mouse and sat down, devouring it in quick gulps.

Form
Name: Pinetail.
Gender: She-cat.
Rank: Warrior
Age: 20 Moons.
Looks: A golden tabby she-cat with a very fluffy tail.
Personallity: A kind, kit-loving she-cat who rarely snaps.
Crush:

Pinetail walked over to the shade and sat down. Her tail wrapped around her paws, tickling them with the long fur on it.

The new lean-shaped she-cat apprentice slipped through the den entrance, her eyes widening at how many apprentices there were. "Hiya..." she said shyly. Her sky blue eyes darted from each cat to the other, cautiously. Skypaw always hated being the smallest.

The pale silver tabby stepped foward slowly and forced herself to look up. "S-skypaw." she awkwardly went and sat in her moss nest, wrapping her tail tightly around her paws. "I-i'm the new apprentice." she added quietly." she looked away shyly.

After Skypaw had awkwardly intoduced herself to the apprentices and had a quick nap, she emerged from the apprentices den, her fur slightly ruffled. Quietly, she strolled over to some shade , the floor feeling cool underpaw. Wrapping her tail neatly around her paws her big blue eyes darted around the camp. She heaved a sigh. "I wish I had a mentor..." she muttered.

She smiled politely and flicked her tail in greeting. Her gaze fell on her paws shyly.

"It's nice to meet you." she mewed, trying to sound more confindent, she lay down then curled into a ball. Her breathing slowed and she drifted off into a nap.

She flicked her ear and looked up. "Uh.... sorry." she tensed her muscles and looked around, hoping nobody was watching.

She looked up. "Thank you." she whispered softly, devouring it hungrily. Shaking off scraps of moss from her nap-ruffled pelt, her paws led her out of the den. Sat in the shade, escaping sunlight dappled her pale tabby pelt.

The entrance to the apprentices den shook lightly as a lithe shape drifted through. "Hi again." she whispered to the other apprentices, feeling more confident than last time. Her sky-blue eyes darted around the nest, at last Skypaw found her cold mossy nest.

Skypaw looked up from her day-dream, jumping to her paws. "Wha-" (did I miss anything?)

Skypaw crossed the ThunderClan border nervously. However much her paws tried to drag her back to the moor, she was curious to find Jitterpaw. Her lithe body drifted across the forest floor but fell into some brambles, right next to the cats. She hissed in annoyance.

Skypaw plucked a pigeon of its feathers, mumbling excitedly but nervously to herself about the battle. Rolling the warm creature over, she started pulling at the softer feathers on it's belly. Her sky-blue eyes stared into the distance, her paws as if they had brains of their own as the feathers came away neatly.

"I guess that it would be good to put my skills to the test but..." Her voice, that had barely been a whisper as she spoke to herself, trailed into silence. "But..." She continued after a moment, voicing her fears. "What if one of my friends d-d-d....."Again, silence. Shuddering slightly, Skypaw knew it wasn't the cold wind soaring across the moors that sent shivers down her spine.

Her paw hit something, feeling a bit chilly, then looked down to see she was still trying to pluck the pigeon. The bird that had had a warm, feathered peice of prey was now a raw pink colour. Skypaw got to her paws and walked over to one of the guest's nests.

She looked thunderstruck as Silverpaw had announced she was carrying Jitterpaw's kits. Her pale tabby pelt flashed as the brambles tore free and her paws carried her across the moor.

A sleek, pale tabby she-cat walked away from a nest, now lined with soft pigeon feathers. Her sky-blue eyes darted around camp but realised her friends must be in the apprentice den. Jaws opening to make a yawn, she suddenly squeaked in alarm as a strong gust of wind slammed into her side, nearly blowing her off her paws.

Skypaw darted for the den, away from the strong wind. While praying to StarClan that nobody saw that, the wind cut off as she reached the warm shelter of the den. "A strong gust of wind tryed to blow me off my feet after I made one of the guest's nests more comfortable." She mewed, looking at her paws, grinning. Her instincts told her to trust her friends not to laugh - they new she was the smallest in the den and among the youngest.

She jumped, frightened, and spun around to face the warrior. "Oh!" Her wide blue eyes stared at him. Skypaw could feel her ears burning with embarrassment. "Yeah" Squeaked the she-cat shyly. She pretended to turn her attention to her wind-blown fur, licking the pale silver pelt until it was plastered to her skin.

OOC: I'm pretending that Skypaw doesn't know her mother so yeah they could be father and daughter.

IC: She shuffled her paws awkwardly under the tom's stare. What was he thinking? Forcing herself to look up, Skypaw saw his expression. Surely he beleived her when she said she was okay.... She flicked her ear and curled her tail around her small paws.