Post by BlooRey DVD on Nov 5, 2016 17:09:48 GMT -5
Name: Cobrakit - Cobrapaw - Cobrastrike
Age: 9 moons
Gender:She-cat
Clan: NightClan
Rank: Apprentice
Picture:
Description: Cobrapaw's fur is a strange mix of reddish brown, black, and white fur, all distributed across the length of her body in a uniquely mismatched fashion. Her fur is darkest near her face, dipping toward ebony until the base of her neck when the fur lightens. The reddish tint on her shoulders dissolves back into a darker brown color on her legs and tail. Her fur is mid-length, leaning toward the shorter end of the spectrum seeing as both her parents bare short fur. Her coat is generally thin, much like her mother's, and though it thickens in Leafbare, she is not so lucky as to be comfortably protected from the cold during those frozen moons.
The dark fur of her face is disrupted briefly by a tick of white on the right side of her nose, an obvious yet strangely delicate-looking feature amongst the confidence she otherwise exudes. Further interruption to her flecked fur occurs at the base of the darkening fur on her legs. Each of them is decorated by distinct white socks, with no two of the same height. The socks on her hind legs extend further up her legs than the toe-hugging ones on her fore paws. The white marking on her left hind and fore legs cover more than those on the right.
A white spattering of fur mars this she-cat's chin, extending down her chest and following the line of her shoulder muscles before disintegrating back into reddish fur. If you looked close enough, however, you can spot the occasional white pieces of fur along her shoulders and belly, hidden among the overpowering red, black and brown that otherwise dominates her frame. Sharp yellow eyes, exact replicas of her father's eerie stare, are framed by her ebony facial fur. Along her brow ridges sprout white whiskers, contrasting sharply against her face. Similar whiskers fan the side of her muzzle, long and full like her mother, Echobreeze's.
Cobrapaw grew quickly in the first pawful of moons of her apprenticeship, developing the look of a warrior long before earning her title as one. She has pushed through much of the growth spurt by now, though some of her movements lack the grace of a cat comfortable in its own fur. Much of her lithe frame has filled in with muscle, though she'll likely develop more as she stalks her way into warriorhood. The beginnings of a well-built she-cat, fine-tuned more so for combat than hunting, is already visible beneath the surface; in this, she takes after her father. Despite being plagued by two parents of small or average stature, as she progresses through training it will prove difficult to pin her down. She will develop a fighting style littered with powerful swings and unforgiving swipes of tooth and claw.
Description Summary: An average-size she-cat with mid-length reddish fur and a sharp yellow gaze.
Personality: Perhaps the most readily apparent of Cobrapaw's personality traits is her hardworking nature. She does not take failure as an option, and is more likely to run herself ragged to get something right than to accept she cannot do it. Anyone who knows her father Hollowcry will know immediately how she developed such rigorous tendencies. Along the same vein comes an extraordinarily thorough approach to any task she might begin. No detail is left untouched, and nothing is ever completed halfheartedly, even tasks of which she is not particularly fond of. There is satisfaction to be found in knowing she can do something, and do it well, no matter the apparent insignificance of said task.
Cobrapaw's spirit is indomitable, the she-cat unlikely to let any situation disheartened her. Hyper self-aware, she is more likely to completely disregard anyone who fails to venerate her as she believes she deserves. After all, anyone who fails to revere her is obviously not worth the effort it takes to hate. Her behavior teeters on the edge of vain, and though she rather enjoys having her opinion heard, her hardworking nature somehow softens the vanity she expresses. This isn't to say she doesn't care about her outward appearance, or that she doesn't enjoy receiving compliments. Though she always spends time grooming her sleek fur, Cobrapaw is careful to ensure her upkeep of a near-flawless appearance is believed to be effortless.
Trenchant and pragmatic, she is certainly difficult to get along with. Most of what she does is sharp as her gaze and bordering on unforgiving. She is not one to waste her time sugar-coating things, and if you fail to keep up with her? She will not hesitate to leave you in the dust. Judgmental to a fault, it is not uncommon for others to be driven away by her sneer or derisive tone. Her respect is difficult to capture and rapidly lost, and often reserved for cats of high rank or cats demonstrating strength and competence in her eyes.
The exception to her behavior lies in her familial roots; for her family, she exudes pride and a fierce protectiveness. She will unabashedly step in to defend her less confident family members, paying special attention to her mother Echobreeze and her brother Shadowpaw. Most often found with her sisters Thornpaw and Darkpaw, the three portray an invulnerable front, prepared to do whatever it may take to ensure no one upsets the two purehearted members of their small family.
History: Born of an unexpected romance (if it can be called such) between Echobreeze, a timid she-cat, and Hollowcry, a deceptive tom cat, Cobrakit was one of three she-kits to grace the nursery one Greenleaf. She was the first born, with Dark-kit and Thornkit following soon after. Approximately one week after her birth, her parents adopted a similarly aged kitten needing a home; he quickly became her brother, Shadowkit. Even as a kit, her familial pride was readily apparent. Attentive to the words of her parents, and only her parents, Cobrakit was a hassle to all others attempting disciplinary action whenever she caused trouble. And she caused trouble. With Thornkit and Dark-kit glued to her side, it was not uncommon for the she-kits to slip out of the nursery when their mother and Shadowkit were fast asleep.
Hollowcry, of course, saw no issue with his daughters' escapades. Quite the opposite, in fact; the tom often aided them in their adventures, the three making it all the way out of the camp entrance unseen one day, before a frantic and out of breath Echobreeze located them to hurriedly rush them back to the nursery. Like any kit, Cobrakit's sights were set on the day she would be set free of the nursery's confines, and begin climbing her way to warrior status. With a clear goal, two equally ambitious sisters, a gentle brother and parents of whom she was proud, Cobrakit was perfectly convinced she had no room left for anyone else. She has yet to be proven wrong.
Time wore on, and Greenleaf's warmth receded as Leafbare clawed closer. Eventually, the four were deemed old enough to begin training, and given new names. Cobrawpaw's assigned mentor was Nightpetal. A small she-cat with black and white fur, Cobrapaw couldn't help but feel a little... Unimpressed while staring into her mentor's faded yellow eyes. She'd not heard of Nightpetal previously, ergo Nightpetal must not have been all that courageous or brave. How was she supposed to train Cobrapaw? Silently questioning Dimstar's judgment, Hollowcry's daughter has somewhat begrudgingly gone through most of her training. It's likely no secret that she's asked her father for some one-on-one training either. The brown tom was more than eager, occasionally bringing her sisters for some extra sparring sessions too.
Recently, her brother Shadowpaw was offered the role of medicine cat apprentice by Smokefur. Cobrapaw, supportive (if not a little aggressively so) in anything concerning her brother, strives to help her brother find comfort in his new role, all the while keeping up with her own training. Confident that he'll find his place there just as she has in her path to warriorhood, Cobrapaw has made it her self-appointed duty to watch out for Shadowpaw, and make sure Smokefur treats him as his kind heart deserves to be treated.
Other: N/A
Age: 9 moons
Gender:She-cat
Clan: NightClan
Rank: Apprentice
Picture:
Description: Cobrapaw's fur is a strange mix of reddish brown, black, and white fur, all distributed across the length of her body in a uniquely mismatched fashion. Her fur is darkest near her face, dipping toward ebony until the base of her neck when the fur lightens. The reddish tint on her shoulders dissolves back into a darker brown color on her legs and tail. Her fur is mid-length, leaning toward the shorter end of the spectrum seeing as both her parents bare short fur. Her coat is generally thin, much like her mother's, and though it thickens in Leafbare, she is not so lucky as to be comfortably protected from the cold during those frozen moons.
The dark fur of her face is disrupted briefly by a tick of white on the right side of her nose, an obvious yet strangely delicate-looking feature amongst the confidence she otherwise exudes. Further interruption to her flecked fur occurs at the base of the darkening fur on her legs. Each of them is decorated by distinct white socks, with no two of the same height. The socks on her hind legs extend further up her legs than the toe-hugging ones on her fore paws. The white marking on her left hind and fore legs cover more than those on the right.
A white spattering of fur mars this she-cat's chin, extending down her chest and following the line of her shoulder muscles before disintegrating back into reddish fur. If you looked close enough, however, you can spot the occasional white pieces of fur along her shoulders and belly, hidden among the overpowering red, black and brown that otherwise dominates her frame. Sharp yellow eyes, exact replicas of her father's eerie stare, are framed by her ebony facial fur. Along her brow ridges sprout white whiskers, contrasting sharply against her face. Similar whiskers fan the side of her muzzle, long and full like her mother, Echobreeze's.
Cobrapaw grew quickly in the first pawful of moons of her apprenticeship, developing the look of a warrior long before earning her title as one. She has pushed through much of the growth spurt by now, though some of her movements lack the grace of a cat comfortable in its own fur. Much of her lithe frame has filled in with muscle, though she'll likely develop more as she stalks her way into warriorhood. The beginnings of a well-built she-cat, fine-tuned more so for combat than hunting, is already visible beneath the surface; in this, she takes after her father. Despite being plagued by two parents of small or average stature, as she progresses through training it will prove difficult to pin her down. She will develop a fighting style littered with powerful swings and unforgiving swipes of tooth and claw.
Description Summary: An average-size she-cat with mid-length reddish fur and a sharp yellow gaze.
Personality: Perhaps the most readily apparent of Cobrapaw's personality traits is her hardworking nature. She does not take failure as an option, and is more likely to run herself ragged to get something right than to accept she cannot do it. Anyone who knows her father Hollowcry will know immediately how she developed such rigorous tendencies. Along the same vein comes an extraordinarily thorough approach to any task she might begin. No detail is left untouched, and nothing is ever completed halfheartedly, even tasks of which she is not particularly fond of. There is satisfaction to be found in knowing she can do something, and do it well, no matter the apparent insignificance of said task.
Cobrapaw's spirit is indomitable, the she-cat unlikely to let any situation disheartened her. Hyper self-aware, she is more likely to completely disregard anyone who fails to venerate her as she believes she deserves. After all, anyone who fails to revere her is obviously not worth the effort it takes to hate. Her behavior teeters on the edge of vain, and though she rather enjoys having her opinion heard, her hardworking nature somehow softens the vanity she expresses. This isn't to say she doesn't care about her outward appearance, or that she doesn't enjoy receiving compliments. Though she always spends time grooming her sleek fur, Cobrapaw is careful to ensure her upkeep of a near-flawless appearance is believed to be effortless.
Trenchant and pragmatic, she is certainly difficult to get along with. Most of what she does is sharp as her gaze and bordering on unforgiving. She is not one to waste her time sugar-coating things, and if you fail to keep up with her? She will not hesitate to leave you in the dust. Judgmental to a fault, it is not uncommon for others to be driven away by her sneer or derisive tone. Her respect is difficult to capture and rapidly lost, and often reserved for cats of high rank or cats demonstrating strength and competence in her eyes.
The exception to her behavior lies in her familial roots; for her family, she exudes pride and a fierce protectiveness. She will unabashedly step in to defend her less confident family members, paying special attention to her mother Echobreeze and her brother Shadowpaw. Most often found with her sisters Thornpaw and Darkpaw, the three portray an invulnerable front, prepared to do whatever it may take to ensure no one upsets the two purehearted members of their small family.
History: Born of an unexpected romance (if it can be called such) between Echobreeze, a timid she-cat, and Hollowcry, a deceptive tom cat, Cobrakit was one of three she-kits to grace the nursery one Greenleaf. She was the first born, with Dark-kit and Thornkit following soon after. Approximately one week after her birth, her parents adopted a similarly aged kitten needing a home; he quickly became her brother, Shadowkit. Even as a kit, her familial pride was readily apparent. Attentive to the words of her parents, and only her parents, Cobrakit was a hassle to all others attempting disciplinary action whenever she caused trouble. And she caused trouble. With Thornkit and Dark-kit glued to her side, it was not uncommon for the she-kits to slip out of the nursery when their mother and Shadowkit were fast asleep.
Hollowcry, of course, saw no issue with his daughters' escapades. Quite the opposite, in fact; the tom often aided them in their adventures, the three making it all the way out of the camp entrance unseen one day, before a frantic and out of breath Echobreeze located them to hurriedly rush them back to the nursery. Like any kit, Cobrakit's sights were set on the day she would be set free of the nursery's confines, and begin climbing her way to warrior status. With a clear goal, two equally ambitious sisters, a gentle brother and parents of whom she was proud, Cobrakit was perfectly convinced she had no room left for anyone else. She has yet to be proven wrong.
Time wore on, and Greenleaf's warmth receded as Leafbare clawed closer. Eventually, the four were deemed old enough to begin training, and given new names. Cobrawpaw's assigned mentor was Nightpetal. A small she-cat with black and white fur, Cobrapaw couldn't help but feel a little... Unimpressed while staring into her mentor's faded yellow eyes. She'd not heard of Nightpetal previously, ergo Nightpetal must not have been all that courageous or brave. How was she supposed to train Cobrapaw? Silently questioning Dimstar's judgment, Hollowcry's daughter has somewhat begrudgingly gone through most of her training. It's likely no secret that she's asked her father for some one-on-one training either. The brown tom was more than eager, occasionally bringing her sisters for some extra sparring sessions too.
Recently, her brother Shadowpaw was offered the role of medicine cat apprentice by Smokefur. Cobrapaw, supportive (if not a little aggressively so) in anything concerning her brother, strives to help her brother find comfort in his new role, all the while keeping up with her own training. Confident that he'll find his place there just as she has in her path to warriorhood, Cobrapaw has made it her self-appointed duty to watch out for Shadowpaw, and make sure Smokefur treats him as his kind heart deserves to be treated.
Other: N/A