Post by ▲ Fabrication on Jun 22, 2019 18:26:49 GMT -5
Robinpaw TreeClan Apprentice
Name » Robinpaw. - Past names: Robinkit. Gender Identity » Unknown. - Pronouns: She/her. Sexuality » Unknown. Age » Eleven moons. - Birth date: Greenleaf twenty-nine, year five. Clan » TreeClan. - Previous Clan(s): None. Beliefs » StarClan & Dark Forest. Rank » Apprentice. - Previous Rank(s): Kit.
Robinpaw has round, concentrated eyes that seem focused regardless of her actual mood. Their deep irises are a pale and chilly green, vibrant and noticeable against the dark splotch on her face. She has medium-length fur that conceals her thin build, with a long and fluffy tail stretching out behind her. Robinpaw has wide, tall ears that perk to attention at the slightest noise. She always seems to be listening and watching. She has a small, pink nose spotted with black freckles. Her whiskers are a pale white and noticeably long, stemming out from her muzzle and feathering around her round face. She has a slender muzzle, splashed with white. Her feathery tail is long and flowy, nearly always seen kinked above her back when she is in a cheerful mood. She has soft little paws socked with an uneven blanket of white. She has unusually long legs for a TreeClan cat, giving the impression that there may be LightningClan in her blood. She is, however, full TreeClan. She has discreet tabby markings that are enhanced by her black and ginger tortoiseshell splotches. The ginger spots are the source of her name, for the little ginger-splashed brown bird that can be found singing near TreeClan's camp.
Summary » A black and ginger torbie she-cat with uneven white splashes and pale green eyes.
Eye colour » Green. Pelt colour » Orange, black and white. Pelt markings » Calico tabby. Build » Long-legged but on the smaller side. Scars » None. Disabilities » None.
When Robinpaw puts her mind to a task, she sticks to it without wavering. She is a determined and somewhat stubborn she-cat, and it is difficult to pull her attention away from something she considers important. She rejects distractions and welcomes hard workers. Robinpaw does not take well to cats who cannot take anything seriously, and she could be considered quite mature for the age.
When Robinpaw cares about you, she will openly express it without batting an eye. She is a very physical cat, very comfortable twining tails and nuzzling her friends and family. She enjoys expressing her appreciation for other cats by being close to them. She has a very limited understanding of personal space and will invade it without realizing or understanding that she is doing anything wrong. She is very open about her affection for other cats, even if they express displeasure at the attention she gives them.
If Robinpaw could go without sleep, she would. She despises idleness and cannot sit still if there is something that needs to be done. She dislikes laziness and would be the last cat you'd expect to slack off. She frequently overworks herself, seeming to take the well-being of the entire Clan on her own two shoulders. There have been times where her mentor has actually begged her to stop offering herself up to hunting patrols. She goes out of her way to be helpful, even to the point of damaging her own health to do so. She finds it very hard to take criticism and will bristle at the very notion of doing something wrong. She typically bites back her offended nature for the sake of avoiding conflict, but if she feels unfairly criticized she will not hesitate to defend herself with a barbed tongue.
Robinpaw can be easily offended and hurt, but at least lets go of grudges fairly easily. She is also defensive of those she admires, refusing to admit or even acknowledge their faults and will become frustrated with those that do. Robinpaw can have too much belief in her own abilities and can be a bit too proud of her talents. She assumes that she is in the right in almost every situation and can be very hard to convince otherwise. She can overestimate her ability to perform in certain situations and in that sense can be a bit impulsive. This confidence may land her and others in dangerous positions in the future. It is likely that she will find herself making mistakes due to this particular trait.
"Catmint... parsley..." Robinpaw named aloud with a surge of satisfaction as she tucked the leaves away into their respective places.The green herbs felt smooth against the pad of her paw, and their overpowering scent was soothing and familiar. It had only been a little less than a season since she had begun her training as a medicine cat, and already she felt comfortable with many of the herbs and the arrangement of the medicine den. Her green eyes travelled over the stuffed stores, a smile crawling across her maw. Greenleaf had brought with it an abundance in growth, and the forest was alive with potentially life-saving medicine. The calico she-cat eased away from where she sat and moved to refresh and neaten Falconstorm's nest. It wasn't something he had asked her to do, but she found herself doing it anyway. Maybe it was a form of "thank you", for taking her on as an apprentice. When she had first come to him late at night, with her eyes full of unhappiness and frustration, she had thought for sure he would turn her away. Tell her that she couldn't become a medicine cat just because she lost her brother. But when she explained her own reasons, to her astonishment, he'd accepted.
A shadow fell across her without warning. A cat was standing in the entrance, and when she squinted she could make out the brown tabby pelt of her brother. A lump formed in her throat as Duckpaw limped sullenly into the den. "Where's Falconstorm?" He asked, green eyes harsh and ugly as he seemed to look right through her at the empty nest. "He's not here." She explained, her usual confidence fading away from her voice. She flicked an ear. "You're limping." She meowed, and stepped forward cautiously. Though it clearly pained him, Duckpaw hobbled backwards. "I'll wait for Falconstorm."He growled. Robinpaw didn't budge. "It's a thorn, isn't it?" She meowed, and Duckpaw narrowed his eyes. "C'mon, Duckpaw. Falconstorm showed me how to take one out. Just let me try. It'll only take a second." Her green eyes searched his, for a hint of the playfulness that once gleamed there when he was a kit. He turned his head away, and held out his injured paw. Relieved, Robinpaw stepped forward. She could see the thorn, it wasn't large. Gently closing her teeth around the hilt, she gripped it firmly and tugged directly outwards, just like her mentor had done for every paw that got impaled on the annoying little spikes. Duckpaw hissed in pain, and without waiting for Robinpaw to do anything else, began to lick the small injury that was welling with blood. He then turned his back and left the den without another word. Robinpaw watched him go, an ache clutching at her heart.
The sun was going down by the time Falconstorm returned, a bundle of plants in his mouth. He noticed the look on Robinpaw's face, and his eyes were questioning when she looked at him. "I'm fine." She meowed, the words flat and soulless. She settled down to store the newly gathered herbs in silence. When the job was done, she stood on petite white paws and plopped into her nest without bothering to fetch freshkill. Tomorrow. She thought. Tomorrow's another day. She had repeated those three words to herself every night for the past few moons.
Robinkit, Ravenkit and Duck-kit were born to Deerstorm and Sunwind following their swiftly blossoming relationship. The two quickly decided to bear kits and the rambunctious litter of kits was the result. Robinkit and Duck-kit were named for their appearances, with Robinkit resembling the plump little songbird and Duck-kit taking after his father's brown pelt. Ravenkit was named after Sunwind's own mentor, who she considered more of a father figure than her own father ever had been. The kits had a typical upbringing, they grew up relatively safe and happy in TreeClan camp. Robinkit was always a very well-behaved kit, contrasted to her brother Ravenkit. Ravenkit always seemed to find himself in the medicine den for one reason or another, typically due to his own adventurous nature. Duck-kit began to worship Ravenkit, to the point where he would do anything his brother told him to. Robinkit found it nearly impossible to keep up with her brothers, and found herself growing a bit lonely towards the end of her kithood.
Upon being named apprentices, Robinpaw decided to put all her energy into becoming the best warrior that she could be. She grew ever more distant from her brothers, and longed to build a proper relationship with them. Sadly, every attempt she made was rejected by the two brothers, as they believed she would snitch on their mischief if she knew about the things they planned to do. Robinpaw did indeed snitch on them a few times, but only because she was afraid that they would be hurt in their adventures. Robinpaw told Lionstar about a plot Ravenpaw and Duckpaw had to leave TreeClan territory to go explore. The two were caught in the act fairly easily and they lost their opportunity to go to their first gathering. Duckpaw and Ravenpaw were furious with Robinpaw, and though she did feel guilty, she felt she did the right thing. It was stupid to go beyond the territory alone, and the two could have found themselves in very real danger.
Eventually, Robinpaw realised that Ravenpaw and Duckpaw were planning something big. In the early hours of the morning that they were planning to sneak out, she confronted them. Duckpaw and Ravenpaw were angry that they had been found out and believed Robinpaw wanted to snitch on them again, but to their surprise, it turned out that Robinpaw wanted to sneak out with them. She was desperate to make it up to her brothers and be apart of the litter for real. So the three apprentices sneaked out, and Ravenpaw and Duckpaw revealed that their plan was to go to StarClan's Claws so they could have a gathering of their own. Robinpaw thought it was a mouse-brained idea, but she didn't want to say so in front of Ravenpaw and Duckpaw. So she went along with it.
They followed the brook towards StarClan's claws, through the dark forest. The scent of the other Clans still lingered in the air, and all over the grass as well. Robinpaw began to feel a bit nervous, but Ravenpaw was as confident as ever. Following the water, they came to where the brook widened out into a fierce river. A damaged tree dipped over the water, and Ravenpaw decided that this was the perfect moment for him to show off. He jumped up onto the tree, and walked out right over the water. He dared his siblings to do the same. Duckpaw immediately leaped up onto the wood, but Robinpaw hesitated. Ravenpaw jeered at her until finally she hauled herself up onto the dying tree. Ravenpaw was annoyed that she had found the courage to prove him wrong, and he began to climb further out onto a weak branch. The branch was wet with waterspray, and Ravenpaw lost his grip. When he hit the water, the shock of the cold water immediately stunned him. Dazed, he panicked in the water and struggled to keep his head above the water.
Neither Robinpaw nor Duckpaw could swim, so they leaped down onto the shore and called out to Ravenpaw. His paws numb from the cold, Ravenpaw was barely able to hold his chin high enough to breathe. He paddled closer to the shore, and Robinpaw and Duckpaw both dragged him out by the scruff. When they finally did, Ravenpaw was silent and shivering, matted like a drowned rat. He tried to speak to them, but his words were slurred and indiscernible. He seemed sleepy and confused. Robinpaw and Duckpaw tried to convince him to stand up, but he slumped over and appeared to slip into a drowsy sleep. When Robinpaw shook him, he didn't stir. Robinpaw and Duckpaw lay on either side of the dark tom, trying to keep him warm, but the cold of his flesh seemed to simply spread from him to her. She shivered. Then froze. The thin whisps of breath that had puffed from Ravenpaw's lips had vanished. Robinpaw scrambled to her paws and shook him as hard as she could, but he didn't budge.
She froze. She had no idea what to do to help him. Duckpaw screamed at her to get help, but it was as though she didn't even hear him. Eventually, Duckpaw abandoned his sister with his brother and ran to get help. He returned with startled TreeClan warriors, who were stunned that Duckpaw and his siblings had even managed to get past the guards. Robinpaw was still frozen at Ravenpaw's side. The warriors carried Ravenpaw back to camp with Duckpaw and Robinpaw in tow. When they finally reached the camp, the older cats in the Clan softly told Duckpaw and Robinpaw that their brother was gone, he had been cold for too long and there was nothing they could do. Duckpaw began wailing, but Robinpaw just felt confused, with a coldness washing over her.
Lionstar took both Duckpaw and Robinpaw aside to tell them off for sneaking out to StarClan's claws, but he believed Robinpaw and Duckpaw had been punished enough by the loss of their brother. It was only during Ravenpaw's vigil that the situation finally hit Robinpaw, and she burst into tears. Several moons have passed since Ravenpaw's accidental death and burial. Duckpaw and Robinpaw rarely spoke afterwards, as Duckpaw blamed Ravenpaw's death on his sister. Robinpaw has made the decision to go to Falconstorm and ask to train as his apprentice, so that she would never be in such a helpless state when a cat was in danger again. She wants to have the skill and training to be able to take action, rather than stand idly by and watch a cat die because of her own inability to do anything.
Robinpaw became very involved in helping take care of the litters of kits in the nursery and their mothers, and struck up a bit of a positive relationship with Appleshade. During one of her outings with her mentor, not long after the flood that drove NightClan and RainClan from their homes, Robinpaw's patrol was driven into trees by a raging stampede of deer. What had caused the stampede was a lot more deadly, however. Demon, the giant lynx that terrorised the cats of the valley for seasons, confronted the patrol. Robinpaw tried desperately to help her mentor save Yewfang and drag her back to camp, but unfortunately Yewfang died from her injuries. It was the second death Robinpaw bore witness to, and though she did not know Yewfang personally, it had a large effect on her.