Post by mynath on Aug 29, 2008 17:40:20 GMT -8
N a m e: Spiderpaw
G e n d e r: Tom
A g e: 9 moons
C l a n: HorizonClan
R a n k: Apprentice
I m a g e: www.pet-health-insurance.org.uk/images/kitten2.jpg
F a m i l y: He was born from a golden-brown queen, who is long gone. He was also an only-kit.
M a t e: None yet
K i t s: None
C o m p a n i o n . I m a g e: upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/5b/Banana_spider.jpg
C o m p a n i o n:
Much like Spiderpaw's name, his companion is a Spider. But it isn't just any spider; it's a rare Golden Silk Orb-Weaver Spider. This Spider, also known as the common Banana Spider, is sometimes referred to as writing spiders due to occasional zigzag patterns built into their webs. When Spiderpaw walks around the territory alone, he is usually found talking to this little Spider, that he calls Zeon. She spins webs around his ears in beautiful patterns, which often happens to get destroyed while the Apprentice zooms around the forest.
Although Zeon is not deadly, she gives quite a bite to opponents during battle. Her poison is much like the Black Widow's, just nearly not as powerful.)
Q u i c k . P h y s i c a l:
Reddish-brown tom with dark grey-green eyes.
F u l l . P h y s i c a l:
Spiderpaw is a normal tabby cat, with normal tabby coloring. His fur is tinted orangish-brown with dark brown-black stripes that cover his whole body. His legs and ankles are grey with black stripes covering them, while his paws, chest, and the tip of his muzzle are white. He has rather large, dark brown ears for an apprentice, but they don’t bother him. His tail is as grey as his paws, also striped in black. His eyes are a gentle green, almost looking that they could change shade to a grey any minute.
P e r s o n a l i t y:
A fierce, young warrior is what most would describe him as. But even while they say that, his eyes deceive him as a gentle cat. He’s a softie on the inside, and anything anyone says bothers him, whether it’s about him or not. He’ll worry over something for a few days before actually confronting the problem, which gives him some time to think about what to do.
The rumors are true though. He MAY be a softie, but when it comes to battle, nothing comes between him and victory. Spiderpaw seems to be taken over by something during battle: a will to kill. It’s a dangerous thing, and it may cause trouble in the future, it may not. Only time may tell.
H i s t o r y:
Coming soon....
O v e r a l l:
An adventurous apprentice, called by the name “Spiderpaw”. He is a member of Horizonclan, being born and raised there. His fur is the color of autumn leaves, his chest and paws of snow, and the stripes along him the color of midnight black. His green eyes show compassion, but have a tint of ferocity in them.
S a m p l e:
"You missed AGAIN, you stupid Poke'mon! Now try again and actually HIT the target this time!" a trainer said crossly to her Poke'mon. The orange-red fox growled in frustration and aimed for the hundredth time at the tiny black dot. His trainer sighed as he missed and ended up hitting a small bush again. "That's it for today! Now, Return!" The Poke'mon obediently returned to his ball and curled up inside the small, round device to take a long, needed nap. His trainer, a fourteen-year-old girl, returned to the laboratory to see what job her boss had for her next. She looked around at her surroundings and spotted what she had desired. A list was taped up on the metal walls of the building with names and jobs for the "employees". She picked up the list and searched for her name. "Ruben" appeared about two-thirds of the way down the list. The girl smiled to herself as she saw that she had the rest of the afternoon off to herself. "Finally, I can just sit around and think for once. Instead of having to inject Poke'mon with poison..."
She walked past the experiment table and opened the heavy black doors to reveal a bright sun high in the sky. She skipped to her favorite oak tree and easily found the footholds in it that she had climbed up so many times. Now sitting happily in "her" tree, Ruben rested her head against a large branch. She had been in this group only since she was 7. A man had come up to her when she was an orphan on the street and had offered her a job as an "apprentice of evil" as he called it. Ruben brushed through her shoulder-length light brown hair. 'I guess I might as well let him out while no one's looking.' the trainer thought inwardly. She unclipped the Poke’ ball from her black belt and pushed the release button. In a flash of orange light, the Growlithe easily came out of it's Poke’ ball and sat on a branch parallel from his trainer. He scratched at the spiked collar on his neck that gave a little edge to his character.
As an evil apprentice, Ruben had to wear something that "reflected her evilness" her colleagues had told her many times. She wore a black hoodie, which under it she wore a blood red shirt that read "TEAM ROCKET" across her chest. On her arms, she had brown-red armbands that looked like spider webs; it's what all the evil villains were wearing now-days. When she was out working instead of laying around, she would wear her black cloak rather than her hoodie. But she didn't want to get it dirty. On her legs, she had on just a plain pair of jeans like a teenager should. The jeans had black string running down the side in a wave pattern, connected by thin string. Below her jeans, she wore a pair of tennis shoes that had the word "R" engraved on the side. Ruben sat on the branch for a while longer before she finally drifted into sleep.
Ruben drifted into thought, yawning, and finally drifting off to sleep.
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