Shadowpaw

[everwishing]

Name: Shadowpaw
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: IslandClan
Age: 6 moons
Gender: She-Cat

Personality: Shadowpaw is is very shy. She is also quiet. She is an introverted cat, but very loyal. She will sometimes, out of the blue, say something nonsensical, but usually doesn't talk unless directly addressed. She is very smart and good at identifying herbs.
Appearance: She is thin and scrawny. Her fur is jet black with dark grey patches. Her eyes are a clear grey. She is undersized, the runt of her litter.
History: As a kit, she was always very friendly and curious. She made lots of friends. Her life changed with the death of her parents. She became silent, and would huddle up in the corner of the nursery without talking to anyone.

Role play Sample: Shadowpaw sat on a large rock near the stream. She scuffed some pebbles into the water and watched the ripples. She thought about her parents. Slowly, a tear trickled down her muzzle. She blinked hard and wiped it away. "I must be strong." she thought. "I must not cry." She didn't know why she disciplined herself. It wasn't like anyone noticed. Angrily, she scuffed a few more pebbles. Getting restless, she jumped down from the rock. As she walked toward the camp, she heard familiar voices. They were two other apprentices. "I bet Shadowpaw is so grumpy because she didn't get to go to the Gathering!" said Briarpaw. "Haha! I bet you're right!" laughed Nettlepaw. "If only they knew!" thought Shadowpaw, biting her lip. She felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, and said to herself "What do they know?" Just then, a third apprentice appeared out of the bushes. "Who are you talking to? Yourself? Loser!" he laughed, and then disappeared. "Stupid Tigerpaw!" muttered Shadowpaw. She waved her tail in disgust and resumed her walk to camp. When she got back, she went straight to her nest in the far corner of the apprentice den and went to sleep.
Other Characters: None