OakClan / Semi-lit / Open / Accepting

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(Sorry I haven't posted, I have been busy with Exams )

[Jinhwan - LEFT]

Apprentice Name - Shadowpaw
Warrior Name - Shadowstreak
Gender- She-cat
Age - Six moons
Rank - Apprentice
Mentor - Thunderflame
Description - Shadowpaw has a dense, plush coat that are often described as soft. Her eyes are large, round and widely set and are a beautiful blue color. Her head is round with full, chubby cheeks and her body is small, but very muscular. She has a broad chest and shoulders, short legs, round paws and a plush tail with a blunt tip. Her body is a golden color with streaks of darker amber varying in size. Her crystal blue eyes stand out from the rest of her body and are large and round. Shadowpaw's relatively small ears with rounded tips are set far apart.
Crush - No
Mate - No
Kits - No

Personality - Shadowpaw is quiet around people she doesn't know, but loves having a good laugh and doing silly/random stuff with her close friends. The spotlight is not her place, and she'd rather follow than being the leader. She is happy most of the time, and tries not to get mad, but when that happens, she'd rather not talk until the anger is gone. She thinks hating someone is useless, though she can be resentful. Shadowpaw always tries to see the positive side of everything, and is optimistic most of the time, though she can be highly negative and sarcastic on a bad day. Another important fact to know about Shadowpaw is that she was born without a voice. In more simple terms she is mute.
History - Shadowpaw was born into the family of a very proud queen. This queen didn't like the idea of having a kit who had any deformities. At birth when all her brothers me owed and she didn't, she was cast out into the snow before anyone layer eyes on her. A cat found her and took care of her, not caring that she was mute. The queen was killed by a badger not that long after she was born. The cat who took care of Shadowpaw was killed by a twoleg the morning of her apprentice ceremony. Shadowpaw has always been an outcast ever since.
Post Example - The sound of the angry wolves had died down. He had done it; he was free. The Clan that had bound him for years no longer had him under its control. He wouldn't ever have to answer to an alpha ever again, nor worry about what would happen to him every second of his life. His Clan was gone, dead to him in his mind, but along with them went his family. Exile had struck him as a gleaming blade, but not one that would strike him down, but one that would lead him through his new life. As he bade his Clan farewell, he wished them to a life full of Hell.

I gazed down at my reflection in the river. My crystal blue eyes stared up at me. How long have I been here?

Rei

Female-The High Mountain pack

the moon had just faded from the sky, but I wasn't in the den I called home. My nose took a whiff of the air and the smells of my fellow packmates were easily distinguished. Must not have wandered to far a smirk crossed my face a little to quickly. My dream was nagging at my shoulder, I tried pushing it back but it tugged from its' cage blurring my eyes for a moment. All I could was the wolf in my dreams, his stature perfectly etched into my mind. He had golden fur and was very large and muscular, perhaps one of the strongest fighters she had ever seen. The distinguishing feature he possessed was a long scar running between his eyes. How can I forget his face? these dreams had honestly started to get to me. Realization of how worried the Alpha must be and how much the pack needs to be protected by the second-in-command pushed me to strike out my path toward the camp. Hunger gnawed at my stomach like a bear clawing at a tree, making it so his territory was marked. Why not? a smile tugged at my lips. Between the busy days of helping around the camp, I hadn't had time to run free and hunt. Old instincts took over my every movement. They won't be worried about me if I bring back food I crouched down making sure my tail was kept low. A rabbit had been wandering here early, probably after the soft grasses it constantly feasted on. It's scent was overwhelming now. My eyes darted around and spotted the snow white coat of the rabbit. The muscles in my hind legs bunched and I sprang toward him and gripped him in my teeth. Blood was pooling beneath the rabbit. The freshly caught rabbit tasted like liquid gold, so to speak. The difference between a rabbit carried several miles to the camp could not compare to the fast of this.

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[I'm really sorry that I haven't posted yet, I've been rather busy; I'll try to post either today or tomorrow ]