Moving Firepaw

[Lazy lovely]

Name: Firepaw
Age: 6 moons
Gender: Female
Desired Home: Thunderclan
Desired Position: Apprentice
Appearance:

Firepaw is mix of several colors, mostly browns and reds. The main color of her pelt is a fire orange, mixed with multiple colors of ginger. She has a look in witch she has heavily faded tawny stripes mixed with an almost clay color down her back and her tail, and one across her nose that looks like a scar. Her front left paw is a pristine snow white unlike the others that are the same color as the rest of her body, the tip of her tail is also white and shaped like an arrow head. Around her eyes almost looks like she has tawny raccoon eyes that compliment deep piercing emerald green eyes.

Personality:

Firepaw has always been a flying ball of fire colored fur, she is always full of energy. Normally she is so curious to the point where she ends up poking things with her paw that can be potentially dangerous to her. She can also be oddly quite devious too, she is always planning some way to scare her mentor and the other apprentices. Firepaw also has, only sometimes and extremely twisted sense of humor witch normally creeps everyone out. She is always eager to learn and when she concentrates on doing something she gets it done quickly and finishes well, she has been told she is a very bright cat but doesn't believe what they are complimenting her about.

History:

((Firepaw's perspective))
I was born into a three kit litter, me and my two brothers. My mother had originally been a loner, so we weren't born into a clan or anything. We had nothing, my bothers and I were left to ourselves when my mother just dropped us in the middle of the forest, near the thunder path. Before she had left us she had told us stories of the great clan cats and how they worshiped the cats up in the formation of stars called Silver pelt, she told us that whenever a clan cat died their spirit rose into the massive stripe of stars and joined starclan.

After she had left us, my brother Maple had died of hunger. He had refused to learn how to hunt, then to eat. After Maple had passed, a massive wave of depression washed over my brother Sorrel and I. The cold leafbare had come soon after. My brother Sorrel had become very weak and frail and he was at risk to freeze in the thick snow. He soon became terribly ill, the illness wracked his frail body and eventually he died of a stroke when it reached of his brain.

I had officially been announced alone, a kit my size was surely to die, until I met a cat I can't quite recall her name. She reared me until about last full moon. and now I hope to join Thunderclan or Shadowclan.

Sample post:

Not needed

Family:

N/E

Other:

Nopers

[[R] a v e n]

Accepted