Willowpaw padded softly up to her fellow apprentice. She'd noticed her laying off to the side, looking awfully sad. "You're Foreverpaw, right?" she mewed, hoping to break the ice.
[ooc: I hope I'm doing this right. You're allowed to just jump right in, right? And what I have makes sense?]
The small, delicate looking calico cat was curled in a little ball at the edge of the den, enjoying the sun beating down on her back. She had only just been made an apprentice and was waiting for her mentor to arrive. The only thing she hoped for was that her mentor was nice. Her green-yellow eyes slowly blinked open, and she scanned the area for an approaching older cat.
"I'm Willowpaw," the small calico cat murmured, "I was just wondering if you minded if I sat with you."
Name: Lilypaw
Gender: Female
Appearance: Dilute tortoiseshell
Rank wanted: Medicine cat apprentice
Personality: Quiet/shy, sensitive to other's emotions
Age*: 7 moons
Name: Moonpaw
Rank: Medicine cat apprentice please, if not regular apprentice
Gender: She-cat
Mate/Crush: None
Kits: None
History: Her mother never gave her father's name, didn't pay attention to her as a kit, and disappeared shortly after Moonpaw became an apprentice
Personality: Headstrong, introverted, determined to help people
Looks(Link to picture, please): http://www.mariama.ca/dilutecalico_5wks_but.jpg
Other: none
Name: Storm Night
Gender: She-cat
Age: 6 moons
Rank Wanted[you aren't guarenteed a high position]: Healer's Heir, otherwise Assassin-in-Training
Appearance: On the small side, lithe, pointed dilute tortoiseshell, blue eyes
Personality: Introverted, calm, a bit calculating
History[optional]:
Link to Bio[optional]:
Other[optional]:
Storm Night padded over from where she usually slept, having just woken up from a nap. "New recruit?" she meowed, eyeing him curiously.
"Nice to meet you. Storm, assassin-in-training," she introduced herself. "Good," she added to Quill, "we can always use more of those, right?"
Username: TzilaOpal
Wolf's name: Ash
Description: Grey wolf, older pup, grey eyes
Personalty: Shy, caring, sensitive
Rank: Healer to-be
Crush/mate?: no
Pups?: no
"More of them?" Storm meowed, slightly derisive and a lot surprised, "We must be more popular than we thought," she laughed.
"Perhaps the kit should be moved to the medicine den for the time being, for safekeeping?" Storm suggested lightly, "I could take it."
OOC: Female, sorry that was a very gender-neutral app
IC: Ash padded quietly up behind Night. "Tired?" she asked lightly.
"Good," she bobbed her head, " You need to rest more."
Storm laughed with him. "What are you going to do with it?" she asked, rephrasing her earlier question.
"You're in Shadow Assassins territory, sweetheart, and you were taken because that's what we do," Storm stepped in so their leader could focus on the new arrivals.
Name: Tiger(paw)
Appearance: Dilute tortoiseshell, green-yellow eyes
Personality: Headstrong/determined, quiet, sensitive
Used to be a (Loner, kittypet ect.): Kittypet
Age: 7 moons
Rank Desired: Medicine cat apprentice
Mist rocks, I love mist
Character Name: Flowerkit
Character Age: 5 moons
Gender: She-cat
Alliance: Thunderclan
Rank: Kit
Appearance (6 or more sentences): Flowerkit is a calico cat, mostly black on top and white on bottom, with orange interspersed. The patches of color are relatively distinct. She's very small and delicate looking, even for a kit. Her eyes are green with hints of yellow- and often with a glazed look. She has fairly short, sleek fur, and her whiskers are similarly cut. In fact, everything about her screams tiny, fragile, soft.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): Flowerkit is a daydreamer. She'll frequently disappear to hide in random nooks and get lost in her fantasy worlds. As such her social skills are somewhat lacking, since she'd usually prefer to be playing with herself than with someone else. Whenever someone's upset though, she's right there to comfort them. She can be remarkably lazy, but she'll just go without. She won't make people do things for her as she doesn't want to be a bother or burden.
---Likes (at least 3): Flowers/Butterflies, Lazing in the Sun, She-cats
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Talkative Cats, Cold/Hard Things, Being Disturbed
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Speed, Hiding, Intelligence/Creativity
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Strength, Focus, Motivation
History (8 or more sentences): Flowerkit was born to a young mother, Jasminepetal, and an unknown father. Her mother never shared his name, and whenever one of the kits tried to asked she'd go stony and ask them to leave. Jasminepetal seemed to resent her kits and they're mostly left to their own devices. She has three siblings, two she-cats (Songkit and Lilykit), and one tom (Orangekit). Her siblings mostly think she's strange and leaves her out of their games. This suits Flowerkit just fine. Her closest sibling is probably Lilykit, who's something of a crybaby, so Flowerkit often sits with her to make her feel better. She won't admit it, but it hurts her that Lilykit teases her too when the others start, just to fit in.
Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio): Flowerkit streched slowly then collapsed again. She was laying just outside the nursery, enjoying the heat of the sun on her back. Her ears pricked up when she noticed a gathering of kits just inside. They were whispering, obviously planning something secret. She strained her ears further.
They seemed to be planning and adventure out of the camp. Intriguing, she thought. She debated back and forth on whether or not to go. On the one had, she was so comfortable and she'd have to interact with her fellow kits. On the other, she really wanted to see the outside territory. Eventually curiosity won, and she rolled into a standing position and padded over.
"Mind if I join you?" she mewed softly.
"Do I have to?" she mumbled, rolling over. This was her biggest weakness as an apprentice- she was impossible to get up in the morning.
"Fine..." she mumbled, but it was several moments before she moved, slowly standing up, "Morning."
"You're too cheery..." she mewed grumpily, batting her paw vaguely at her eyes, "So what're we doing?"
