Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2019 12:56:14 GMT -5
Name: Pythonpaw || Pythonshade
Age: Six Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: NightClan
Rank: Apprentice
Picture:
Description: Pythonpaw is the smallest of the liter he was born in yet the oldest. He is a cat with a lithe and petite build made for speed and grace. His brown pelt covered in a scattered marble pattern reminded his mother of the scales of a snake, which gave him his lovely snake based prefix python. His paws now are a bit big for his body, though they are oddly silent as the tom tends to walk in a soft pattering steps. His teeth are short and almost dull while his claws are also short but slightly curved inward for catching a hold onto things.
Description Summary: A petite and lithe brown marbled tom with bright green eyes.
Personality: Pythonpaw is what you might call a sweetheart of a cat. Filled with a bursting amount of positivist and hope through his small form, always wanting to make days sunny and bright. He is quite a spirit, always in his perky and bubbly mood, wanting to pass it on to whoever may need it. Outgoing and vocal it is hard to miss the tom as he attempts to help anyone he could while attempting to attempt his own thirst for knowledge and adventure. The tom however might be a little more passive than a warrior would like to be with a mind that tends to wander and fill with childish creativity. He isn't too serious in a world where not everything is peach flavored rainbows and pretty ladybugs. If someone tries to scold or punish him he tends to shut down and become a cat who isn't himself as he tries to mentally wrap his head around what exactly he had done wrong as he's a cat pleaser.
History: Pythonpaw was born to a very normal warrior family with three other siblings, all larger she-cats of course named Snakekit, Spiderkit, and Cobrakit. Somehow he had been given the only male body who was the oldest yet the smallest. His mother and father tended to coddle him more than the others due to this. His father tended to be a little rougher on him wanting him to be a big strong warrior like he was. He was taught morals, what it meant to be a soon warrior of Nightclan. He was taught what starclan was, and all the basic things a mother and father would want to teach their little ones. He loved his family greatly, even if at time he got into tussles with one or two sisters when they threw a rock at him. The tom thought it was ready for this amazing journey under the watch of starclan. When he finally became and apprentice he was overwhelmed with joy as he wanted to go out there and explore the massive forest he had been born into.
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Age: Six Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: NightClan
Rank: Apprentice
Picture:
Description: Pythonpaw is the smallest of the liter he was born in yet the oldest. He is a cat with a lithe and petite build made for speed and grace. His brown pelt covered in a scattered marble pattern reminded his mother of the scales of a snake, which gave him his lovely snake based prefix python. His paws now are a bit big for his body, though they are oddly silent as the tom tends to walk in a soft pattering steps. His teeth are short and almost dull while his claws are also short but slightly curved inward for catching a hold onto things.
Description Summary: A petite and lithe brown marbled tom with bright green eyes.
Personality: Pythonpaw is what you might call a sweetheart of a cat. Filled with a bursting amount of positivist and hope through his small form, always wanting to make days sunny and bright. He is quite a spirit, always in his perky and bubbly mood, wanting to pass it on to whoever may need it. Outgoing and vocal it is hard to miss the tom as he attempts to help anyone he could while attempting to attempt his own thirst for knowledge and adventure. The tom however might be a little more passive than a warrior would like to be with a mind that tends to wander and fill with childish creativity. He isn't too serious in a world where not everything is peach flavored rainbows and pretty ladybugs. If someone tries to scold or punish him he tends to shut down and become a cat who isn't himself as he tries to mentally wrap his head around what exactly he had done wrong as he's a cat pleaser.
History: Pythonpaw was born to a very normal warrior family with three other siblings, all larger she-cats of course named Snakekit, Spiderkit, and Cobrakit. Somehow he had been given the only male body who was the oldest yet the smallest. His mother and father tended to coddle him more than the others due to this. His father tended to be a little rougher on him wanting him to be a big strong warrior like he was. He was taught morals, what it meant to be a soon warrior of Nightclan. He was taught what starclan was, and all the basic things a mother and father would want to teach their little ones. He loved his family greatly, even if at time he got into tussles with one or two sisters when they threw a rock at him. The tom thought it was ready for this amazing journey under the watch of starclan. When he finally became and apprentice he was overwhelmed with joy as he wanted to go out there and explore the massive forest he had been born into.
Other: x
Were You Referred? x