= antpaw of shadowclan =

Username:

panda.

Name:

Antpaw.

Age:

6 moons.

Rank:

Apprentice.

Gender:

Female.

Personality:

Ant is a phlegmatic type of cat, showed by her calmness and quiet nature. She doesn't speak much, but when she does is with little emotion and gestures. She is mature for her age, she doesn't like breaking the code or disobey her elders and she controls her emotions well. She's very patient. She gets her job done and dislikes being distracted, even if she doesn't voice her irritations.

She rarely gets sad or afraid, and when she does she faces them. More or less when she's sad, considering it an unnecessary feeling she shouldn't have and sometimes bottling up her emotions.

Picture(Optional):

Detailed Appearance:

Antpaw, as her name implies, has the average height of her clan. Her short, smooth fur has a dark, black pattern, while her eyes are a pale yellow color. She is a little bulkier than most of the cats, with strong feet capable of going through the hardest terrains. She has small claws and dull teeth, unable to rip flesh right.

History:

Her mother's heritage remains a mystery to this day, told by her father that he'd never tell anyone who she really was. She was more than a rogue or a petty kittypet, she was everything for her father. Sometimes a little too much.

Obviously  growing without a mother, Ant and her siblings were raised by their father. A senior warrior, sometimes too childish for his age, perhaps nervous because he had such a huge responsibility then. The kits were hard to cooperate with, especially with the other queens, but things were going to become easier. Although it was the queens job to take care of kits, their father went against it and did everything instead. He taught them, helped them, tell them stories. Ant was always there to listen to him and see less happier sides of him.

Before he would knew, they were ready to become apprentices.

Roleplay Sample:

"You're no fun Antpaw," a young, feminine voice said in an annoyed tone, pulling their feet away from the black she-cat as they were laying on the ground, Antpaw remaining calm and unfazed by the cat's behavior. "I don't want to cause dad trouble. He has enough as it is." She replied in an attempt to defend herself, while her sister snorted, clearly disagreeing. "We won't! He won't even know we are gone. Think about it." Her annoyance faded, replaced by a small grin, rising her tail above the ground.

Other:

N/a.

Number of Cats:

Without this one, none.