Posts by wolfpaw

NAME Wolfkit > Wolfpaw > Wolfclaw
AGE 7 moons
CLAN & RANK Thunderclan + apprentice

GENDER female
PRONOUNS she/her
SEXUALITY bisexual - leans more towards males

POSITIVE TRAITS

+ determined

+ loyal

+ brave

+ intelligent

+ tactical
NEGATIVE TRAITS

- passive aggressive

- stoic

- blunt

- ferocious

- impulsive
PERSONALITY wip

STRENGTHS fighting, hunting, tracking
WEAKNESSES healing, swimming

APPEARANCE a gorgeous maine coon she-cat, large and imposing for her age, she is a towering figure. Jet black fur that almost has a bluish tint to it when the light touches it. She has eyes of gold and orange, ones that haunt you in your dreams and devour your soul the longer you look at them. She possesses abnormally long and sharp claws, almost like that of a wolf's - given her namesake.

FUR COLOR jet black
FUR TEXTURE thick yet smooth like honey
EYE COLOR gold/orange
SCENT smells of pines and evergreen

HISTORY wip

RELATIONSHIP STATUS single
MATE none
CRUSH none; open
PARENTS & KIN

PARENTS: bearclaw and honeynose

KIN: vixenpaw, snakepaw, sandpaw, roaringpaw, palepaw

THEMESONG of wolf and man - Metallica
PLOTS will be the absolute favorite to her father out of her siblings, she will grow to worship her father as if he is a God sent and love him to pieces.

will have a strong hatred towards honeynose as she is not her real mother and will try to hunt down her birth mom.

will clash with many of her siblings, protect her father and will probably attack one of her siblings if they try to harm him.

eventually as she grows older she will learn of her fathers deceit and wicked ways, will grow to loath him in every way possible.

she will stand up to her father, confronting him of his bastard ways and fight him

when she is about 15 moons old she will try to assassinate her father - one way or another she will have his head.

OTHER none

———— W O L F P A W ————

a wolf doesn't concern himself with the opinions of sheep

It was in these moments that Wolfpaw found solace in what the hours of darkness brought. The rather massive apprentice suffered from insomnia, so instead of loathing her condition she embraces it - seeing as though she may as well succumb to her nocturnal ways. Off in the distance, just a few feet away from the apprentice den was the babe's silk frame flushed against the threshold of a tree's trunk. Her crown facing skyward, counting the stars that decorated the night sky. Lost in the comatose of thought, she hadn't realized her siblings were beginning to stir. The beautiful jet black Maine Coon tilts her head to the right, nose wrinkling in disgust as the morbid scent of her kin clogged her airways.

'Lovely..'

Wolfpaw gyrates her head in the direction of petite and familiar voices, ones she knew all too well. No longer was she alone in the shadows, accompanied by the fledglings that called themselves "apprentices" - more like servants. Abnormally long claws sheath, slicing into the earth's soil like knife to butter. Her dagger-like fangs that resembled a wolf's, dug into the bottom of her black lips - annoyed and quite frankly, pissed off. 'Why couldn't I have been an only child?' Wolfpaw would voice to no one but herself, deep within the confines of her crazed mind. A roll of golden eyes and satanic growls, the black beauty turns on her heels so that now she was facing her two sisters, Crimsonpaw and Violetpaw. Her voice of warm silk flowing like a river from her tongue, words doused in venom directed at her kin. "Will you two just shut up!"

"Speech."

———— W O L F P A W ————

a wolf doesn't concern himself with the opinions of sheep

Like a frenzied ghoul she parts her large jowls, revealing elongated incisors that sparkle as the moons rays reflect upon them. A loud growl rumbled in her thorax, venomous snarls emmitting and her top row of fangs connected with her bottom ones - causing a loud snap to ensue. Wolfpaw, whom was now vexed at her smaller sisters words, piqued and belittled the much larger fae felt.

Wolfpaw stands to her foundations, long muscular legs trek forth, inching further toward Vix. All the whilr she remained calm, howbeit the most vomposed cruelty lied om her angelic features - like a short fuse she was ready to blow. "I'd watch what you say Vixen, least you still have you tongue." Wolfpaw mused, a simple sentament seethed between clenched canines. A warning perhaps? To her sister, who she knew if she could she'd take her sister jawa in her paws, pry them open just so she can rip out that slimy organ that assists in making words. Oh how she'd enjoy that, to take the very thing that allows Vixenpaw the gift of speech.

Albeit, Wolfpaw knew she couldn't do that - at least not yet. Vixen's day was coming, the day she weeps her last. The onyx babe halted just an inch or two from Vix, her attention fell onto the warrior whom had unfortunately been woken up her siblings bickering. Had they all just stayed in their den like good little shitheads, then maybe she would still be counting the stars and waiting for the sun to rise above the oasis.

The mention of a hunt made Wolfpaws ears twitch, probing atop her dome in sheer interest in a hunt - especially at night. Her father had taken her out a week or two ago, teaching her how to use the darkness as a weapon when hunting - utilize your surroundings. Golden orbs fixated on Rustsky, body flexing in an effort to ease her tense limbs. "Night serves as your secret weapon, if you know how to utilize your surroundings. Perhaps this would be the best training session for Vixen, don't you agree little sis." Wolfpaw smirked, glancing back over at Vix as she waits for more idiotic and stubborn poor choice of words.

Ooc; my replies may be hella slow considering im in texas visiting family as my fiances parents want to see their grand daughter and this was done from phone so there may be mistakes

"Speech."