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Spiritpaw [of] Shadowclan
« Thread Started on Jun 27, 2007, 9:37am »

Name: Spiritpaw
Gender: Tom
Age: 6 Moons
Rank: Newly made apprentice
Clan: Shadowclan
Description: Shadows blend and form, twisting and squirming as though alive, crawling through his ebon drenched fur. It did seem to drip, like paint, drying and creating a long, tangled mess of black fur, twigs and dirt clinging to individual hairs making him look worn and ragged. The light of Starclan seems sprinkled on it, giving him a pale, almost ghost like sheen. Watchful aqua eyes glimmer with the strength of a young apprentice.
Quick Desc.: Dark black tom with aqua eyes.
Picture:In siggy
Personality: Spiritpaw rarely takes anything seriously. Cracking jokes and pulling pranks are his ability. He has a quick mind, thinking of strategies and plans in a second. Even when his mother died, his cheerful, joking personality wasn't extinguished.
History: Born and raised in Shadowclan, this young apprentice was son to two warriors. His siblings he never knew, two born with misshapen heads and legs while the last one was small and barely alive. But Spiritkit was strong and survived through harsh leaf-bares. Named because the spirit of his father watched over him, Spiritpaw was not affected badly when his mother died. Yes, he was sad, but his cheerful, joking attitude still remained.
IC: No one could've spotted her. Not even those with the best eyes. With skills so sharp and finely tuned to the forest and its surroundings, it was no wonder this cat was deadly. Pale, rose coloured eyes flashed for a second, like a beacon. Only for a second, before they too melted into nothingness. Raven black pelt seemingly became one with the shadows, nothing betrayed her position, not even the twitch of a tail, or flick of an ear. She moved, like a liquid shadow, gliding along the forest ground, fur brushing gently. A gentle zephyr blew across the fur, but it didn't seem like it. It was like she wasn't even there, the wind seemed like it was just blowing through the forest on a cold windy night. Around her, trees creaked; their gently melody singing into her ear.
Limbs moved like freshly oiled hinges, sliding forward, moving closer, closer, closer. The scent was strong now, the scent of many cats, mingling with the smells of earth and water.
The heartbeat of a mouse reached the inner fur of her ear and she felt herself moving instinctively. Through the forest she crept. She knew the mouse didn't know she was there. Not yet. She inched closer, appearing from behind a bush. Hard eyes stared hungrily at the juicy mouse and she already could taste the sharp, metallic taste of blood. Sliding her pink tongue over, she leapt at the mouse. Not even then could she be heard. She killed the mouse before it even had a chance to realise she was there. Everything was still silent, the same as what it was before. Opening her mouth, she tore at her prey. Scraps of fur scattered and blood pooled under her maw, dripping with a steady beat.
Drip; drip; drip
Yawning slightly to reveal perfectly white teeth, she licked herself briefly across her chest, leaving a bloody smear on her unblemished fur. She stood, making her even more intimidating that she already was. Delicate head peered from behind a bush as she surveyed her surroundings for other cats. With a nod so small, she withdrew her head, disappearing once again.

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