Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2021 19:32:55 GMT -5
Name: Turtlepaw
Age: 6 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RainClan
Rank: Apprentice
Picture:
Description: Small and slender, Turtlepaw still has a bit of filling out to do, though she’s reached her adult size. She won’t reach an impressive form by any means, but there are other cats in the Clan who are just as… petite, and they get by just fine, so why shouldn’t she?
Her coat is calico, mostly white with patches of black and ginger mottling her from head to tail. The fur itself is short but thick, and between her ears a patch of ginger fur marks down the back of her neck, which gave her her Clan name. Her eyes, round in a mask of tabby fur, are a pale green.
Description Summary: Slim, short-furred calico she-cat with pale green eyes
Personality: Turtlepaw is uncertainty, wrapped deceivingly well in a show of confidence and assurance: this is not the place of her birth, and as such she has a sense that she doesn’t really fit in, no matter how she might try; even after five moons, there are cats who are all too happy to point out that she isn’t RainClan by blood, and as such she will never truly be one of them. She makes a grand show of acting as though the taunts roll off her back like water from the river, but in quiet moments- when she’s crouching in her nest at night and all the world is silent- she wishes she had either been born to the Clan, or that she had never come to them.
And she takes out these unwelcome thoughts on her denmates: one Riverpaw in particular, but anyone will do in a pinch. Spiky fish bones hidden in bedding, deliberately trodding on tails when least expected, or outright taunting at failed hunts or spars; she’s got an endless bag of tricks to pull when she’s in a vindictive mood, and no amount of punishment if she’s caught has stopped her yet.
And yet she tries. She’s fond of the Clan that took her in, when they certainly didn’t have to, and she wants to be noticed, praised, and spoken well of. This is the side that makes her work hard at learning what her mentor claims are necessary skills for a Clan cat, even if she doesn’t see the point of them at times. She’s no mouse, to blindly follow where led, but if cats say that the thing she’s doing is the thing that’s been done for seasons upon seasons, who is she to argue “why?”
At the back of her mind is the fear that, in the end, she’ll fall short of what’s expected of her, and the fear of what might happen as a result. She won’t ask, because it’s a stupid, cowardly topic and she can’t let anyone change how they see her by daring to bring it up, but it drives her on, pushes her to take risks she might not otherwise. She carries herself with an air of confidence, refusing to let herself fall into a mindset that is anything less than being the best she can be.
History: Turtlepaw doesn’t remember anything about where she came from; the few vague recollections she once had have faded with the moons until forgotten entirely. She knows only what she was told: she was found in the river, clinging half-drowned to a branch, and that Dewfrost had found and saved her life. She was taken in by a she-cat and nursed back to strength, her previous life replaced by this new one as a RainClan cat.
Not without a period of adjustment. While she couldn’t exactly remember, there were still things she’d done since birth that now clashed with what was expected, so many rules to follow, so many cats to be respectful of and listen to, and there were plenty of scoldings and rebukes about her behavior in the moons leading up to her sixth moon. She had trouble making connections with others, and she might have taken rather vicious pleasure in taunting the other kits she shared the nursery with- something she still enjoys doing from time to time, taking out her frustrations on others whenever she needs an outlet, regardless of how wrong it may be.
Age: 6 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RainClan
Rank: Apprentice
Picture:
Description: Small and slender, Turtlepaw still has a bit of filling out to do, though she’s reached her adult size. She won’t reach an impressive form by any means, but there are other cats in the Clan who are just as… petite, and they get by just fine, so why shouldn’t she?
Her coat is calico, mostly white with patches of black and ginger mottling her from head to tail. The fur itself is short but thick, and between her ears a patch of ginger fur marks down the back of her neck, which gave her her Clan name. Her eyes, round in a mask of tabby fur, are a pale green.
Description Summary: Slim, short-furred calico she-cat with pale green eyes
Personality: Turtlepaw is uncertainty, wrapped deceivingly well in a show of confidence and assurance: this is not the place of her birth, and as such she has a sense that she doesn’t really fit in, no matter how she might try; even after five moons, there are cats who are all too happy to point out that she isn’t RainClan by blood, and as such she will never truly be one of them. She makes a grand show of acting as though the taunts roll off her back like water from the river, but in quiet moments- when she’s crouching in her nest at night and all the world is silent- she wishes she had either been born to the Clan, or that she had never come to them.
And she takes out these unwelcome thoughts on her denmates: one Riverpaw in particular, but anyone will do in a pinch. Spiky fish bones hidden in bedding, deliberately trodding on tails when least expected, or outright taunting at failed hunts or spars; she’s got an endless bag of tricks to pull when she’s in a vindictive mood, and no amount of punishment if she’s caught has stopped her yet.
And yet she tries. She’s fond of the Clan that took her in, when they certainly didn’t have to, and she wants to be noticed, praised, and spoken well of. This is the side that makes her work hard at learning what her mentor claims are necessary skills for a Clan cat, even if she doesn’t see the point of them at times. She’s no mouse, to blindly follow where led, but if cats say that the thing she’s doing is the thing that’s been done for seasons upon seasons, who is she to argue “why?”
At the back of her mind is the fear that, in the end, she’ll fall short of what’s expected of her, and the fear of what might happen as a result. She won’t ask, because it’s a stupid, cowardly topic and she can’t let anyone change how they see her by daring to bring it up, but it drives her on, pushes her to take risks she might not otherwise. She carries herself with an air of confidence, refusing to let herself fall into a mindset that is anything less than being the best she can be.
History: Turtlepaw doesn’t remember anything about where she came from; the few vague recollections she once had have faded with the moons until forgotten entirely. She knows only what she was told: she was found in the river, clinging half-drowned to a branch, and that Dewfrost had found and saved her life. She was taken in by a she-cat and nursed back to strength, her previous life replaced by this new one as a RainClan cat.
Not without a period of adjustment. While she couldn’t exactly remember, there were still things she’d done since birth that now clashed with what was expected, so many rules to follow, so many cats to be respectful of and listen to, and there were plenty of scoldings and rebukes about her behavior in the moons leading up to her sixth moon. She had trouble making connections with others, and she might have taken rather vicious pleasure in taunting the other kits she shared the nursery with- something she still enjoys doing from time to time, taking out her frustrations on others whenever she needs an outlet, regardless of how wrong it may be.