Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2017 15:37:15 GMT -5
Name: Rabbitpaw - Rabbitfoot
Age: 7 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RainClan
Rank: Apprentice (Applying for medicine cat apprentice)
Picture:
Description:
With a medium size and a light frame, Rabbitpaw looks like the kind of cat who could easily wriggle her way down into a warren just like her namesake. Her short fur is a sandy light-brown, with black tabby stripes overlaying it, and helps her blend easily into the undergrowth and shadows while offering her little protection in the cold moons. The she-cat usually looks lithe and relaxed, with laughing chocolate-brown eyes and a wry smile almost always on her face as if someone just cracked a great joke. Her underbelly is lighter than her main pelt, with the fur growing progressively darker closer to her spine. Her nose is dark brown, and often wrinkled slightly in a grin.
Description Summary:
Medium sized light brown tabby she-cat with a skinny build, short fur, and brown eyes.
Personality:
Rabbitpaw loves a good joke, especially the sarcastic type. She is highly optimistic and does her best to find something to laugh about in all but the most sobering situations, earning her a reputation for a rather dark sense of humour.
She loves fighting, having always been a scrappy kit from when she was first able to stumble about on her stubby little kitten legs, and isn’t afraid to get hurt or covered in mud if needed.
She takes a fascination in things that would normally be thought of as taboo or disgusting, often taking a little too long over her food in order to have a good look at what’s inside. She knows other cats get weirded out by it, so tries to avoid it in public, but is filled with curiosity for what makes bodies tick.
Rabbitpaw has always been keen on being a high achiever, doing her best to excel in whatever she puts her mind to. She has a crippling fear of failure, feeling that her successes define her in the most personal way possible. If things start to go downhill, she starts to obsess over it until she feels she is back on track. In times of high stress, she tends to rely on her brother Squirrelpaw to ground her, seeking clarity and peace in him.
She loves sticking her nose in other cat’s business. She’s nosy, confident, and rather cheeky, with little fear of social retribution and reliant on turning it into a joke and laughing it off. If the clans lived in more tropical climes, she might have been named Monkeypaw for her chattery attitude.
History:
Rabbitkit was born warm and wriggling, with a yowling cry loud enough to wake the dead, or rather to wake everyone in the nearby dens. She was one of two kits, and the largest of the litter, easily pushing her little brother Squirrelkit all over the place within the safety of the nursery. He was a sickly and very small kitten, and gave way easily whenever she decided to romp around. Childish as she was, she didn't ever hurt him on purpose, and the pair would often be seen rolling around in the dust with loud shrieks and cackles of laughter, thick as thieves. Rabbitkit always won, but Squirrelkit had so much fun being rolled around that he really didn't mind. Rabbitkit grew fiercely protective of her smaller brother, sticking up for him even when he wasn't necessarily in danger of being bullied, and the pair became a common sight all around camp as they grew larger, never leaving each others' sides.
As they grew closer to apprenticeship, Squirrelkit grew increasingly dependent on Rabbitkit, but Rabbitkit didn't notice it. To her, they were just two very close siblings, and she loved the attention he gave her. At five moons of age, just after the RainClan civil war, they sneaked out of camp and managed to get as far as the stream near camp. Rabbitkit came up with the bright idea that they should try swimming, which went about as well as anyone would expect. Luckily for her, Squirrelkit was too anxious to go first, and had the good sense to run back to camp for help when Rabbitkit started to struggle and flounder in the water, grasping desperately onto a branch to stop herself from being washed away.
To Rabbitkit, the experience was terrifying. As the water rushed over her head again and again, yowling for help, she thought for a minute that Squirrelkit had run away out of fear and abandoned her, that she was going to die. For a moment a sense of dread and doom washed over her, but she dug her claws into the branch with a vengeance, neck straining against the flow to keep her head level and above the water, managing to gasp at the air for long enough that Owlflight arrived in time to drag her screaming and thrashing from the water, gulping at the air. She was shivering, fur flattened down like a drowned rat, but Squirrelkit was there for her the second Owlflight but her down, burying his face into her sopping wet shoulder. It was too much, and they both broke down into tears, making Owlflight feel incredibly awkward as she hovered over the pair.
The experience cemented their bond, one of reliance and loyalty. Squirrelkit was Rabbitkit's crutch, her emotional support in times of need, and Rabbitkit was his. The pair shivered together, looking up at Owlflight with worried expressions. They knew they were in serious trouble. The warrior, in return, raised a solitary brow before indicating the water once more.
"You are RainClan cats. I won't have you being afraid of water. Your punishment for this is that we are not going to leave here until I have seen both of you swim in the calm part of the stream."
The prospect was terrifying, but Owlflight was not one to give way and the kits were in a vulnerable state. Shivering and wide-eyed, they followed Owlflight to a gentle part of the stream. The grey tabby padded in, wading in just a little before gesturing with her tail. Rabbitkit whimpered, ears flat against her skull, and faltered at the water's edge, but Squirrelkit moved forward, his tail brushing comfortingly against her side as her wet his paws and looked back at her. The three waited in silence as Rabbitkit breathed deeply, before she finally waded out with her brother. The pair kept their tails on each other's shoulders, and Owlflight had them wade out until the water was up to their necks. She had them stand there until she was sure they were calm, standing next to them calmly herself, then finally walked them both home to camp and a whole lot of trouble. Owlflight reported what she had done however, so the two kits were given minimal telling off and it was mostly focused on Owlflight instead for attempting to traumatise kits. It worked however, as neither maintained a fear of water.
Apprenticeship offered new challenges in the form of separation, and the pair took it hard at first. Rabbitpaw began to obtain her confidence quickly, thriving in fighting training and starting to come into her own. She hadn't noticed Squirrelpaw's increasingly low mood at their reduced contact, too preoccupied with her own problems. A growing identity crisis began to rise up in her, a worry that what she was doing wasn't what she was meant to do.
RP Example:
Rabbitpaw had the grace to look guilty as she sneaked out of the apprentices' den, hugging the shadows and praying to StarClan that her tabby stripes would help her blend in. The young she-cat craned her neck with her ears perked up to look at the camp entrance,
Who's on guard?
She lifted her nose to the air, opening her mouth slightly to try and catch the scent of the solitary figure sitting a few fox-lengths away. The wind was in her favour tonight, bringing Owlflight's scent to her on the breeze.
Foxdung! Blasted Owlflight listens like a bat
She swore to herself, tail twitching nervously as she gently placed her paws in front of each other, one after the other. The young she-cat ducked her head, concentrating as hard as she could on silence as if she was stalking a mouse. Owlflight couldn't know. No one could know.
With an uncharacteristic nervousness, Rabbitpaw crept step by step towards the across the camp, the overcast sky aiding her plight by plunging the night into an uncharacteristic darkness. With each movement she froze, glancing over at the guard to see if she had been noticed, but she was in luck. Owlflight wasn't paying attention to what was inside the camp, only what was outside, and the apprentice slipped across the camp un-accosted, disappearing into not out of camp, but instead into the welcoming darkness of the medicine den.
Once inside, Rabbitpaw let herself relax with a soft sigh, the tenseness leaving her body as her tail flopped onto the ground with relief. She knew Ottersplash wasn't there, having seen him leave for the medicine cat meeting earlier the day before. It was the one night each moon that the medicine cat den was guaranteed to be empty so long as no cat was sick enough to stay there, and Rabbitpaw had been waiting for what felt like ages. She had been yearning to investigate the den for moons, fascinated by what Ottersplash did in here, but she was a rather healthy young cat and rarely had a legitimate opportunity to come into the den. With an easy smile that spread wide from ear to ear, she felt her nervousness from her sneaking around leave her and lifted her nose to scent at the air. The den was filled with strange and fascinating smells from all the herbs and remedies Ottersplash kept, pungent and full of variety, it filled her heart like nothing before.
The apprentice let her nose guide her, padding carefully to make sure she didn't disturb anything. With all these herbs around she hoped her scent would be stale and overpowered by the time Ottersplash returned, but if she knocked something over she knew she would never be able to put it back in the right position in the pitch dark. She didn't know the names of anything that she smelled, but took joy in the discovery, breathing deep as she curled the tip of her tail happily. In her mind she visualised what it might be like to know them, to know what they were used for, maybe even to know why they worked.
A new scent wafted over to her, lighting up her senses temptingly, and Rabbitpaw was quick to pad over to the source curiously.
What a great smell!? What is StarClan is this herb?
She couldn't help it, she shoved her nose straight into the pile of delicious-smelling herbs, taking a deep breath with a quiet giggle.
Giggle? Shh! Someone might hear you!
"Hehehehe..... Hear me- Here! They'll know I'm here-hear!"
She whispered to herself. Was the room spinning? She wasn't sure? This whole situation was hilarious, why had she been so nervous? She giggled a bit more, stumbling slightly to the left before flopping happily onto her side and pawing gently at the ceiling.
"I think I can smell colours..."
She breathed in legitimate shock, eyes wide, before drifting happily into a catnip-induced slumber. That next morning was not exactly to be her proudest moment.
Other:
Applying for medicine cat apprentice of RainClan!
Amber
Age: 7 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RainClan
Rank: Apprentice (Applying for medicine cat apprentice)
Picture:
Description:
With a medium size and a light frame, Rabbitpaw looks like the kind of cat who could easily wriggle her way down into a warren just like her namesake. Her short fur is a sandy light-brown, with black tabby stripes overlaying it, and helps her blend easily into the undergrowth and shadows while offering her little protection in the cold moons. The she-cat usually looks lithe and relaxed, with laughing chocolate-brown eyes and a wry smile almost always on her face as if someone just cracked a great joke. Her underbelly is lighter than her main pelt, with the fur growing progressively darker closer to her spine. Her nose is dark brown, and often wrinkled slightly in a grin.
Description Summary:
Medium sized light brown tabby she-cat with a skinny build, short fur, and brown eyes.
Personality:
Rabbitpaw loves a good joke, especially the sarcastic type. She is highly optimistic and does her best to find something to laugh about in all but the most sobering situations, earning her a reputation for a rather dark sense of humour.
She loves fighting, having always been a scrappy kit from when she was first able to stumble about on her stubby little kitten legs, and isn’t afraid to get hurt or covered in mud if needed.
She takes a fascination in things that would normally be thought of as taboo or disgusting, often taking a little too long over her food in order to have a good look at what’s inside. She knows other cats get weirded out by it, so tries to avoid it in public, but is filled with curiosity for what makes bodies tick.
Rabbitpaw has always been keen on being a high achiever, doing her best to excel in whatever she puts her mind to. She has a crippling fear of failure, feeling that her successes define her in the most personal way possible. If things start to go downhill, she starts to obsess over it until she feels she is back on track. In times of high stress, she tends to rely on her brother Squirrelpaw to ground her, seeking clarity and peace in him.
She loves sticking her nose in other cat’s business. She’s nosy, confident, and rather cheeky, with little fear of social retribution and reliant on turning it into a joke and laughing it off. If the clans lived in more tropical climes, she might have been named Monkeypaw for her chattery attitude.
History:
Rabbitkit was born warm and wriggling, with a yowling cry loud enough to wake the dead, or rather to wake everyone in the nearby dens. She was one of two kits, and the largest of the litter, easily pushing her little brother Squirrelkit all over the place within the safety of the nursery. He was a sickly and very small kitten, and gave way easily whenever she decided to romp around. Childish as she was, she didn't ever hurt him on purpose, and the pair would often be seen rolling around in the dust with loud shrieks and cackles of laughter, thick as thieves. Rabbitkit always won, but Squirrelkit had so much fun being rolled around that he really didn't mind. Rabbitkit grew fiercely protective of her smaller brother, sticking up for him even when he wasn't necessarily in danger of being bullied, and the pair became a common sight all around camp as they grew larger, never leaving each others' sides.
As they grew closer to apprenticeship, Squirrelkit grew increasingly dependent on Rabbitkit, but Rabbitkit didn't notice it. To her, they were just two very close siblings, and she loved the attention he gave her. At five moons of age, just after the RainClan civil war, they sneaked out of camp and managed to get as far as the stream near camp. Rabbitkit came up with the bright idea that they should try swimming, which went about as well as anyone would expect. Luckily for her, Squirrelkit was too anxious to go first, and had the good sense to run back to camp for help when Rabbitkit started to struggle and flounder in the water, grasping desperately onto a branch to stop herself from being washed away.
To Rabbitkit, the experience was terrifying. As the water rushed over her head again and again, yowling for help, she thought for a minute that Squirrelkit had run away out of fear and abandoned her, that she was going to die. For a moment a sense of dread and doom washed over her, but she dug her claws into the branch with a vengeance, neck straining against the flow to keep her head level and above the water, managing to gasp at the air for long enough that Owlflight arrived in time to drag her screaming and thrashing from the water, gulping at the air. She was shivering, fur flattened down like a drowned rat, but Squirrelkit was there for her the second Owlflight but her down, burying his face into her sopping wet shoulder. It was too much, and they both broke down into tears, making Owlflight feel incredibly awkward as she hovered over the pair.
The experience cemented their bond, one of reliance and loyalty. Squirrelkit was Rabbitkit's crutch, her emotional support in times of need, and Rabbitkit was his. The pair shivered together, looking up at Owlflight with worried expressions. They knew they were in serious trouble. The warrior, in return, raised a solitary brow before indicating the water once more.
"You are RainClan cats. I won't have you being afraid of water. Your punishment for this is that we are not going to leave here until I have seen both of you swim in the calm part of the stream."
The prospect was terrifying, but Owlflight was not one to give way and the kits were in a vulnerable state. Shivering and wide-eyed, they followed Owlflight to a gentle part of the stream. The grey tabby padded in, wading in just a little before gesturing with her tail. Rabbitkit whimpered, ears flat against her skull, and faltered at the water's edge, but Squirrelkit moved forward, his tail brushing comfortingly against her side as her wet his paws and looked back at her. The three waited in silence as Rabbitkit breathed deeply, before she finally waded out with her brother. The pair kept their tails on each other's shoulders, and Owlflight had them wade out until the water was up to their necks. She had them stand there until she was sure they were calm, standing next to them calmly herself, then finally walked them both home to camp and a whole lot of trouble. Owlflight reported what she had done however, so the two kits were given minimal telling off and it was mostly focused on Owlflight instead for attempting to traumatise kits. It worked however, as neither maintained a fear of water.
Apprenticeship offered new challenges in the form of separation, and the pair took it hard at first. Rabbitpaw began to obtain her confidence quickly, thriving in fighting training and starting to come into her own. She hadn't noticed Squirrelpaw's increasingly low mood at their reduced contact, too preoccupied with her own problems. A growing identity crisis began to rise up in her, a worry that what she was doing wasn't what she was meant to do.
RP Example:
Rabbitpaw had the grace to look guilty as she sneaked out of the apprentices' den, hugging the shadows and praying to StarClan that her tabby stripes would help her blend in. The young she-cat craned her neck with her ears perked up to look at the camp entrance,
Who's on guard?
She lifted her nose to the air, opening her mouth slightly to try and catch the scent of the solitary figure sitting a few fox-lengths away. The wind was in her favour tonight, bringing Owlflight's scent to her on the breeze.
Foxdung! Blasted Owlflight listens like a bat
She swore to herself, tail twitching nervously as she gently placed her paws in front of each other, one after the other. The young she-cat ducked her head, concentrating as hard as she could on silence as if she was stalking a mouse. Owlflight couldn't know. No one could know.
With an uncharacteristic nervousness, Rabbitpaw crept step by step towards the across the camp, the overcast sky aiding her plight by plunging the night into an uncharacteristic darkness. With each movement she froze, glancing over at the guard to see if she had been noticed, but she was in luck. Owlflight wasn't paying attention to what was inside the camp, only what was outside, and the apprentice slipped across the camp un-accosted, disappearing into not out of camp, but instead into the welcoming darkness of the medicine den.
Once inside, Rabbitpaw let herself relax with a soft sigh, the tenseness leaving her body as her tail flopped onto the ground with relief. She knew Ottersplash wasn't there, having seen him leave for the medicine cat meeting earlier the day before. It was the one night each moon that the medicine cat den was guaranteed to be empty so long as no cat was sick enough to stay there, and Rabbitpaw had been waiting for what felt like ages. She had been yearning to investigate the den for moons, fascinated by what Ottersplash did in here, but she was a rather healthy young cat and rarely had a legitimate opportunity to come into the den. With an easy smile that spread wide from ear to ear, she felt her nervousness from her sneaking around leave her and lifted her nose to scent at the air. The den was filled with strange and fascinating smells from all the herbs and remedies Ottersplash kept, pungent and full of variety, it filled her heart like nothing before.
The apprentice let her nose guide her, padding carefully to make sure she didn't disturb anything. With all these herbs around she hoped her scent would be stale and overpowered by the time Ottersplash returned, but if she knocked something over she knew she would never be able to put it back in the right position in the pitch dark. She didn't know the names of anything that she smelled, but took joy in the discovery, breathing deep as she curled the tip of her tail happily. In her mind she visualised what it might be like to know them, to know what they were used for, maybe even to know why they worked.
A new scent wafted over to her, lighting up her senses temptingly, and Rabbitpaw was quick to pad over to the source curiously.
What a great smell!? What is StarClan is this herb?
She couldn't help it, she shoved her nose straight into the pile of delicious-smelling herbs, taking a deep breath with a quiet giggle.
Giggle? Shh! Someone might hear you!
"Hehehehe..... Hear me- Here! They'll know I'm here-hear!"
She whispered to herself. Was the room spinning? She wasn't sure? This whole situation was hilarious, why had she been so nervous? She giggled a bit more, stumbling slightly to the left before flopping happily onto her side and pawing gently at the ceiling.
"I think I can smell colours..."
She breathed in legitimate shock, eyes wide, before drifting happily into a catnip-induced slumber. That next morning was not exactly to be her proudest moment.
Other:
Applying for medicine cat apprentice of RainClan!
Amber