Post by Birchpaw on Jun 16, 2008 18:43:12 GMT -5
Alt Name: xBirchpaw
Desired IC prefix: Birch
Gender: Tom
Mate: None - he's too young.
Desired Rank: Apprentice.
Desired Clan: Waterclan.
Description of Character (Physical features and Personality):
Birchpaw is a long-haired ginger and white tom, with amber eyes that match the color of his pelt. His legs, chest , and throat are white, with a splash of white on his muzzle with a blaze running up the bridge of his nose.
Adventurous and a bit of a show-off, he is a bold young cat with a penchant for getting into trouble. When it comes to his apprentice duties, he throws himself into them, often biting off more than he can chew in the process. "Shy" is certainly not the proper word to describe this tom!
Experience in Warriors/Feral rp:
I've been roleplaying in feral dreams since joining Furcadia in 2001. My first experience was in Hidama Meadow and Swiftkill's Den of the Elite. More recently, I roleplayed in the Furcadian Kennel Club for a time, and have roleplayed in most Warriors dreams that have been made on Furcadia. (Sarah Furren, Arrows', Kurimu's, Stalker's Shadow, Cat Clans of the Moon, Dawn of a New Era, etc.)
Sample Post (Can be reposted from logs):
xBirchpaw sprung upright with a sound that sounded like a mixture between a snort and a yelp. Who did that? Lemme at 'em! Spinning around in a full circle to see what exactly it was that had hit him, it took the young tom a few moments to fully wake from his slumber. A clan-meeting! And he was mouse-brained enough to sleep through it! As fast as his paws could carry him, the apprentice scrambled upright and sprinted to a skidding halt at the back of the group.
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This is a snippet of roleplay Birchpaw was involved in recently. Foxleaf is another player's character:
xBirchpaw stumbled out of the apprentice's den and blinked in the sunlight. After his disasterous excursion the previous evening, he'd managed to creep back into camp unnoticed and promptly collapsed in his nest in the apprentice's den. Now that it was daylight, the apprentice's wounds were much more evident than they had been the night before. Blood-encrusted wounds spattered his white throatfur and stained his neck a deep reddish color. Glancing about to make sure no cat was around, Birchpaw hastily began to lick at the bloodstained fur before anyone noticed something was amiss.
Foxleaf sat close to the camp's entrance, enjoying the warmth. Just before she was about to settle down for a nice nap, Birchpaw came stumbling out of the apprentice's den. Curiously, she decided to watch. It wasn't long before she noticed the gruesome wounds and blood stained fur. Her ears flicking in surprise, she got up immediatly she pelted towards her son. "What in StarClan happened?" She demanded, her tail lashing. If anything had hurt her son, she would be ready to claw fur off.
xBirchpaw gave a start as his mother approached; he hadn't noticed her presence, he was so caught up in his grooming. At least he had managed to groom the majority of the blood from his chest, though the scratches beneath were still visible to the naked eye. "Oh. Hi Foxleaf." Birchpaw mewed heartily, leaping to his paws and rubbing his chin alongside his mother's cheek. "I was hunting and a loner surprised me, is all. She won't come back in a hurry after I chased her off." Improvising rapidly, he hoped the story would be enough to appease his mother.
