by loveanimals4444 » Wed Aug 19, 2015 10:00 am
Name: Coldpaw
Rank: apprentice
Age: 10 moons
Gender: Female
Family: none in the clan
Personality: not quick to trust someone, grumpy
Crush: looking
About Me
"I'm sorry... I have to go, I hope you'll understand someday... Cold" that was the first memory and last memory of Cold's mother. She doesn't know why she left and she never will.
After Cold was left as a kit, a mysterious cat came and gave her milk everyday, just enough to keep her alive. As Cold got bigger and stronger, she taught herself how to hunt. She remembers the first day she caught a mouse, she showed the stranger, who she called Warm, and Warm said "Pretty soon I won't need to come anymore" Cold thought she was joking, but the next day when Warm didn't show up, she knew she hadn't been joking. After that Cold didn't trust any cat, she was a loner.
One day Cold was hunting in the forest, she had learned to hunt with her snowy white pelt, and the unsuspecting mouse in front of her had no idea what was about to come. Her mouth watered with the prospect of the food as prey had been scarce lately. Her haunches clenched, anticipating the leap and the swift kill, when a noise started Cold and the mouse. The mouse ran away and Cold leaped towards the sound, about to shred whatever scared away her food.
As she was in mid-air, Cold realized her mistake, it was a patrol of 5 cats and scrawny Cold against large warriors stood no chance. But much to Cold's despair, it was too late to turn back and what better way to go down then to go down fighting! She landed on a muscular tom and scratched his ear and bit somewhere on his face. Instantly, the four other cats where upon her, but she didn't give up that easily. Cold's claws flung out wildly on her opponents and their yelps made her fight harder. However, they still easily conquered her. As a she-cat with a dappled coat was going to serve the neck death-bite the tom she had pounced on said something.
"Stop," he weakly cried out, "take her to camp." The she-cat glared at Cold and roughly brought her up.
At creekclan, Cold liked it,it was warm, and she became Coldpaw. However, the warmness of the camp could never completely warm her cold heart from her two mothers leaving her to face the elements. People at Creekclan befriended her, but Coldpaw has yet to find someone she can fully trust.
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loveanimals4444 on Thu Aug 20, 2015 3:43 am, edited 4 times in total.