.&& the rain casts a shadow on the river FINISHED

[C R O S S]

rainpaw
rain- after his mother
paw- he's an apprentice
6 moons
riverclan
apprentice

this shining city built of gold
appearance;

Rainpaw is a light gray tom. His fur isn’t very long; actually, it’s quite short. He likes it that way though; helps him get through bushes and stuff without getting his fur pulled. He pelt is decorated with long, faded black stripes, which wrap around his neck sort of like a collar, just without the fabric and noisy bell. His paws are snow white, and the fur is softer than the rest of his pelt here.

His eyes are quite captivating, especially when they actually shine with emotion. Most of the time, they’re a dull bluish-green color, but when they’re bright, they shine like the moon. It’s actually a beautiful color, and no cat can make fun of him about his eyes, though he probably wouldn’t care even if they did.

His face is rather narrow, and black stripes frame it, sort of like an exotic mask. The tips of his ears are black, and the rest is a gray color. His muzzle is white with faded gray mixed in. His maw doesn’t poke out too much, but it’s enough to show that he doesn’t have a flat face. His nose is a bright berry pink, and everyone knows that only manly cats can wear pink. Also, a dark rim of black surrounds his eyes, like black eyeliner.

He isn’t too tall; actually, he’s pretty short. A lot of cats could make fun of him for it, since he still looks a little like a kit. His legs are short, and his body isn’t very long, but he makes it work.

His right ear is torn from a fight with a tree branch. Very embarrassing, I know. It’s not that bad, but to know that he received it from a tree branch is pretty amusing. I’m sure cats were laughing about that for days.

a far cry from innocence
personality;

Rainpaw is a quiet tom, never really wanting to talk to others. He has an indifferent attitude, and doesn’t care about another cat’s troubles unless it involves himself. He hates it when cats go on and on about something right next to him and use the loudest voice possible. His favorite thing to do is just to be by himself.

If any cat had to come up with one word to describe him, it would be emotionless. He rarely gets angry, and even his voice sounds flat and dead. Sometimes he’s so uncaring that it’s scary. Though no one could describe the scrawny tom as frightening because of his small size.

That is the one thing that actually will rile him up. He hates to be called weak and small, it’s like his worst nightmare or something. Sure, maybe he’s not the tallest cat, but hey, give him credit! At least he can fight! He’ll actually show you some of his ‘awesome fighting skills’ if you call him scrawny.

Last few things. His overall personality is quiet and calm, and only if he has to answer does he ever really talk. If you could read his mind though, you’ll be sure to find a lot of dialogue in there! I swear, he always thinks. I guess that makes up for his non-talkativeness, though. He’s pretty smart, but he has some goofs, and sometimes overconfidence can be bad for him. But that’s not very rare either. Also, never, ever, talk about his mom. That’s a sore spot.

there's more than meets the eye 'round here
history;

mother- fallingrain {deceased
father- unknown
brother- none
sister- none
other family- none

K I T H O O D

Rainpaw was born in RiverClan. His mother was an average she-cat with dark blue gray fur. Her eyes were the same blue green, but they were full of life. She died giving birth to Rainpaw. Rainpaw’s father was unknown, and some rumors say that he was a loner or rogue, or maybe even a kittypet! Rainpaw doesn’t believe these rumors, and thinks that his dad was a Clan cat and had just died or ran away somewhere. He hoped the former though.

He had to be cared for by another she-cat, but though he detested the idea, he had to go along with it or he would have died. Some cats say this is when his indifferent nature started.

Nothing much happened when he was a kit. He didn’t have any siblings, and he was his mother’s first litter. He didn’t know of any other family, and usually didn’t talk to others. He was the unsocial kit, and didn’t even join in the kit-games!

He wasn’t the trouble maker, and never really did anything When others talked about his mother, Fallingrain, he got a little aggravated. Okay, make that very angry. It only happened once, and no one every talked about Fallingrain around him again.

A P P R E N T I C E S H I P

Rainpaw is still the same, if not maybe the tiniest bit more emotional. Sure, he thinks more, but he never really voices these thoughts out loud.

look to the waters of the deep
in character roleplay sample;

A dark shape slipped out of its den, being careful not to bother anything, or anyone. Nothing moved in the camp besides this shadow. One might think that it was a sneaky kit coming back out of the apprentices' den and out of the camp. They would find it a shock to see that it was just a small apprentice, going out for an early morning hunt. His pelt color was fairly common in his Clan; a light gray with darker stripes. His eyes were a bright blue, though they were emotionless. Some of his Clanmates might describe him as a rock, though he had a short fuse when it came to the topic of things he would not name at the moment. He carefully exited the camp, making sure to slip quietly past the cat watching the camp entrance until the dawn patrol set off. The apprentice then started off at a full blown run, paws making slight thumping noises on the ground.

He became a gray blur as he continued on, his feet now becoming wet from the dew on the ground. He opened his mouth slightly to take in the scents of the wetland area, trying to pick out the smells of prey nearby. He found one scent that was fairly fresh, and followed it, coming upon a small water vole. He crouched, stalking forward toward the average sized mammal. He didn't take his eyes off of the water vole, until he was sure that he was going to get it. With that, he leaped, claws out and ready. Suddenly, a loud twig snapped and the vole scurried away. Rainpaw landed on the ground with a loud thump, swinging his head around, wondering who had snapped that twig. He didn't feel the need to talk though, because he wasn't all too social. Instead, he settled using his nose to try and pick out if it was one of his Clanmates scent.

[Hell's Angel]

Accepted!