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Character Name:
Twistedpaw


Character Age:
11 moons


Gender:
Tom


Alliance:
Thunderclan


Rank:
Apprentice


Appearance (6 or more sentences):
Twistedpaw has a rather unique-looking pelt; spikey light-grey fur that looks like prickling thorns with a white patch around his eyes and nose. He also has white paws and a white tail-tip. He has a strong, lithle build for an apprentice; with broad shoulders, long legs and a long tail. Twistedpaw's eyes are the strangest thing about him; they are a cold, icy-blue colour that seem to stare at something that no other cat can see.


Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements):
Twistedpaw is always distant from the rest of the Clan, and it is often hard to even talk to him. Most of the time he will give anyone a cold reply or just simply walk off. What worries the Clan most of all is his ability to fight. When the Clan goes into battle, Twistedpaw's cold and quiet attitude turns violent and hostile; dangerous for even his own Clan-mates. Once Twistedpaw is in a fight or battle, he seems to be not himself; like someone else is telling him what to do. His fighting moves are excellent, but he doesn't have the ability to be happy about it.

---Likes (at least 3): Being alone, gazing up at Silverpelt, hunting patrols, fighting and dreaming.
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Stubborn cats, being in a crowd of cats and getting wet; especialy if its in Leaf-bare.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Fighting, running, climbing and traveling long distances.
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Swimming and making friends.


History (8 or more sentences):
His mother and father where thought to be rouge cats who lived near the border to Twoleg place because when Twistedpaw was a tiny kit and abandoned on Thunderclan territory the warrior who found him reported that he didn't sent of any Clan. He was raised in Thunderclan by a kind Queen who offered to take him in because her only kit had died and she had enough milk left to feed Twistedpaw. He was apprenticed like any other kit, but most of the Clan questioned that because Twistedpaw was not Clan-born, that he didn't have the spirit of a true warrior, and that Starclan would disaprove. It didn't really matter though, because Twistedpaw was always distant from the other apprentices; he was never seen playing or training happily like an apprentice should. Some of the elders have questioned that Twistedpaw is blind, or that he is a bad sign from Starclan.

 
Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio):
Twistedpaw stalked through the trees; his light-grey pelt bristling with rage and his icy-blue eyes narrowed. Followed closely by two large tabby warriors, Twistedpaw hissed and leaped down the rocky slope towards a group of strange cats who had been stealing prey from Thunderclan. "Get off our territory!" Twistedpaw hissed as he and the two tabby warriors approached the group. From here Twistedpaw could see how stinny they where; their bones where sticking out of their dull, ungroomed pelts, and their eyes looked bleak and hungry. Lying at their feet was one of Thunderclan's plump rabbits. With his claws scraping on the hard, soily ground, Twistedpaw bunched his muscles and leaped at one of the rogue cats. The cat hissed and bared its teeth as the apprentice pinned it down, digging his claws into its unkept pelt. It screeched out with pain, and yowled at its 'friends' for help, but they just stared with plain horror in their eyes. They turned and fled even as the frail rogue under Twistedpaw's claws begged for help. With one swift slash, the rogue's eyes darkened and its body went limp. Twistedpaw stood up and turned to face his icy-blue gaze on the two Thunderclan warriors. Even they had traces of horror and surprise in their eyes at the apprentice's courage and dangerous fighting skills. Twistedpaw then turned and stalked back up the rocky slope and into the trees, back to the camp.


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Twistedpaw glanced around the apprentice's den, a faint silver glow streaming through the brambles. He streached and padded over to Snakepaw, nudging him quickly with one paw. "Snakepaw, wake up." He whispered. Snakepaw's ears twitched and the light-brown tom opened his eyes. "What is it Twistedpaw?..." He hissed quietly. Twistedpaw narrowed his icy blue eyes in the dark and grinned, "Lets sneak out of camp." Snakepaw sat up in his nest and stared at Twistedpaw, "Why would we do that?" He questioned suspiciously.

Ravenfeather is a beautiful she-cat with a sleek jet-black pelt and bright amber eyes. She is from Windclan and is looking for a mate. Toms from other Clans are aloud.
Please if you are interested RP here~


Ravenfeather streached and padded out of the warriors' den. The sun was rising slowly on the moorland and Ravenfeather watched as the dawn patrol came bounding into the camp.