Post by l†‡Blaze‡†l on Jul 13, 2007 19:39:47 GMT -5
Name: Cinnamonpelt
Clan: ThunderClan
Age: 15 moons
Gender: Tom
Desired Position: Warrior
Short Description: Pale green eyes, tan striped pelt [golden brownish], white mouth&&belly.
Appearance:
Clan: ThunderClan
Age: 15 moons
Gender: Tom
Desired Position: Warrior
Short Description: Pale green eyes, tan striped pelt [golden brownish], white mouth&&belly.
Appearance:
Cinnamon has pale green eyes, with a larger black pupil. A white muzzle, white feet, and white underbelly. Oddest thing about his eyes, is that the pupil inside is not the usual circle/diamond shape. Its more of a bigger circle. His eyes are his best feature.Personality:
His pelt is something remarkable, with its unique golden brown, and dark brown mix of stripes, and a few little white patches. The two browns don't fade into eachother, so you can really tell which is which color. Even though he has dark brown stripes you can mostly tell his main color is the golden tan.
Cinnamonpelts personality is different from most cats. He's sweet, nice, cute, a real gentlemen to most cats. Because of this, hes been through a dozen mates. But that does'nt stop him from finding 'the one'. He just loves smiling. He can sometimes be a show-off, but hey everycat has they're moments. He mostly shows off for the she-cats.History:
He's just a great cat to be around with, always having fun, joking around, just being himself. He does'nt want to die as an elder though, he wants to live up to his saying he made "Curiousity killed the cat." He just wants to be known as the one whos not afraid to smile sometimes, who does'nt fear anything, who helped make a clan better for not just him, but everyone.
Both his parents had pure white pelts. They were shocked when they saw Cinnamonpelt come out. They were planing on naming him Whitemischef, but it did'nt match him at all.. well the white part did'nt at least. Cinnamons whole life, he felt like a reject. His whole family of his 7 siblings and parents, and even granparents had white pelts. He had to be the different one.IC:
His mother always told him its not the color of the pelt that makes him for who he is, but whats inside. But he just ignored her. He hated being different. Only one pro came from his brownish pelt; something he could do, but his family could'nt. He could kinda camoflauge himself on the dirt road of Thunderpath.
As he grew up, cats would'nt have even guessed that he came from that family of pure white cats. His little sisters teased him, but that did'nt stop him. He became a better warrior then all his siblings together, training hard, putting all his anger into training and warriorhood. It was tough, but he manged. He's just lost in a world of lies,
Cinnamonpelt raced down Thunderpath, as if it were a racetrack. He kept running and running and running, until he came to the end of ThunderClan, then he just ran back. A good running always did good to the heart. He suddenly stopped as an old car sped by, he ran to the side of the road, but was'nt fast enough, the car just got the tip of his tail. As he yelped in pain, he layed down, his flattened tip of his tail began to bleed. He got up and looked at it. It was literally flat, a small puddle of blood surrounded it.
He slowly got up, trying to pick his tail up, but it stung like a thousand bees hit it. He limped back to camp, hoping the medicine cat could help him. The med cat helped the bleeding, but the flattened part was going to be there for lifetime. He had some bruise's from jumping out of the way, but all of his bruise's could'nt compare to the pain of his tail.
Cinnamonpelt cept going though, his flattended tail still hurting once in a while, but it also reminded him, to be have hope and courage while being a warrior, for he will soon probley get worse by protecting his clan.
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