Post by Sunny Wheeler on Oct 13, 2011 19:03:57 GMT -5
Name: Troutpaw
Age:
A few moons above the appropriate apprentice mark
Gender: [/b
]tom, naturally
Rank:
apprentice
Personality:
"Hi, Troutpaw.. how are you?"
"Go away, I'm training."
"Aww... but Troutpaw, lets have some fun!!"
"No.. I'm Training,"
Troutpaw's dark, but not mysterious. Doesn't need mentor. He only wants to train, to be a leader. To take over the clan...
Appearance:
Gray fur, the kind that puffs up in the wind and coats him like mud in the water. Otherwise, it gives him a "dark" look. Most of the time, it hides his eyes covering his eyes. Black and brown stripes grow down his fur, swirling over his tail like a candy cane. His clear blue eyes give him the appearance of a trout staring out of a muddy pond. His white whiskers frame his fair face, and his ears slightly curve, bending against the wind
History:
Born in the clan of Iceclan. As a kit, he was the rather ambitious one. Always alone, his parent never really took any interest, his mother died giving birth as well as his still born sister, Mallowkit. Others taunted him, calling him dim-witted whenever he missed the moss ball. He would grow angry, but always learned to keep his hatred to himself. His father took no notice of him, Toadwhisker kept to himself, taking another mate, he kept himself busy with his other son, Lizardkit. In a tragic "accident" when Lizardkit mysterious appeared on the borders of Iceclan, dead, his throat slit nobody even thought of Troutpaw. Which was a good thing. Toadwhisker grieved, and when his other mate died of grief, so did he. As an apprentice, he grew up alone, no friends, maturing more quickly than others
Affiliations:
Iceclan
Roleplayer:
Sunny Wheeler
Monthly Number:
24