bentpaw. Jan 5, 2008 21:35:28 GMT -5
Post by bentpaw-- on Jan 5, 2008 21:35:28 GMT -5
bentpaw. she-cat. six moons.
A slender, white she-cat with a long orange tail.terrified of what's inside--
If you are ever given the chance the meet Bentpaw, avoid it at all costs. Or, my friend, if you are absolutely forced to greet her, keep your eyes low, and speak softly. Now I’m not trying to say that she is absolutely horrible, just highly annoying and a snob. From birth, she thought of herself as better than her siblings, and all the clan cats in general. She gloated and bragged always about her skills. When the day that she put a kink in her tail came around, the pride seemed to have doubled. Now, it wasn’t pride about her balance, because now that was horrid. No, Bentpaw began to learn more and more about the warrior code. This little cat lived and breathed all the legends about her ancestors from the poor elders. As a kit, she wasn’t let out of the nursery much, but the times that she was, was hell for everyone else. Anything wrong or slightly against the code became scolded in a high, squealy kit voice. Many times the clan leader told her mother to keep her in the nursery, her know-it-all daughter got out. And so, as I’m sure you can understand, this apprentice is a handful.
he crawls like a--
Starclan themselves seem to have built her body. It was shaped to be sleek, fast, and agile, and also has been perfected for balance, that is until her haughtiness ruined the gift. Her paws are normal enough; regularly shaped and molded. They are small to match her age, as are the soft-pink pads below them. They are tender yet, much like a kitten’s. The forelegs are slender, as are her hind ones. Further up, as you reach the point of her shoulders, you get a good glimpse of her body language. She is always at a stance where her height looks taller than she actually is. Her triangular head is held at an angle, to listen better to others. A small, rosy nose dots her face, as well as her dark eyes. They are a shaded turquoise colour, with brown edgings along the pupil. For such a small feline, her ears are large and oafish-looking. They sort of make her look ridicules too. Her pelt is a blizzard of white, not inflicted by any other colours except her tail of course. Bentpaw’s tail is very long and is a pumpkin orange. It is also tabbied with black towards the top, followed by a tip of white. When she was a kit, she had almost perfect balance, and many thought she would grow to be the best hunter and fighter in the clan. But of course, there’s always a downfall of such gifts. As a kit, she often showed off her skills. Once she climbed a tree, and was gloating. In her arrogance, she fell and landed on her beautiful tail. As a result, the orange limb was kinked to the side. That small break has hindered her balance since. Now the little apprentice is quite clumsy.
worm from a bird--
On her birthdate, there was no crash of thunder. There was not full moon or moon eclipse. There wasn’t even a dark, windy night. Bentpaw was born with her two siblings on warm summer’s eve. The stars were just beginning to come out and play in the sky, and the clan was settling down. Tansyblur bore two she-cats, and one tom, but her other daughter later died. Bentpaw was first named Tallkit for her long tail, while her brother’s name was Mimekit. The two were very sick at first, but with care from the medicine cat, their breathing became normal again and so did they.
As I have told you before, she, her brother, and two other kits wandered from camp. Tallkit began climbing a tree, much to the disapproval of her brother. As she neared the top and began to brag, she lost concentration and fell. She did not break any limbs, but the fall had permanently kinked her tail towards the end. This may not seem like much, but with such a long, heavy tail, the break put her balance off. By hearing her noisy scream, warriors found them and they were brought home. Not long after—though for Tallkit it was longer—she was apprenticed. To teach her a lesson, they named her bentpaw, for her tail.
all alone he turns to stone--
papa. Sharpstrike [deceased]
while holding his breath--