•NAME•

Dawnpaw

•AGE•

8 Moons

•GENDER•

Female

•ORIENTATION•

Bisexual

•RANK•

Apprentice

•BREED•

Tabby Mix

•CENSUS DESCRIPTION•

Soft light gray tabby with pale blue eyes

•DESCRIPTION•

A soft gray tabby she cat with dark stripes. Her pale blue eyes are always filled with excitement and wonder, eager to learn about others as well as new things. Her claws are long and healthy due to her always finding herself in a tree. Her legs are of a typical length of a Dewclan member, having the ability to jump from branches with great distances, and having competitions with her fellow clan members. Her ears are very sensitive to sounds, especially when it comes to movements of the forest. It has gotten to the point where she claims that the trees are talking to her, telling her the best trees to climb and branches to land on, to which her clan continuously denies.

•PERSONALITY•

Dawnpaw is eccentric due to telling the clan that plants tell her things. Whenever she is found sneaking off somewhere, she answers with “The trees told me to do it!” Dawnpaw is always in shock when others say they can’t hear them speak. She is also both energy filled and spacey. More often than not, she is caught staring off at a specific object for long periods of time. When she is not still, she is very active and could be found climbing trees, jumping from branch to branch to for fun. Sometimes she likes to imagine herself as a bird, flying with all the freedom in the world.

•BACKSTORY•

Dawnpaw was born on a foggy morning in the wake of the rising sun. She entered the world without a sound and never speaking, leaving others to believe she would die until one day she let out a shiver and complained to her mother that it was too cold. Dewclan is all Dawnpaw has ever known. Like the majority of members, she had learned to climb and pounce from a very young age. The moment she discovered climbing, she never wanted to stop, or get down. She soon became to be known as strange when others would catch her talking to herself or staring at moss from the branches. When her mother asked her about her mannerisms, Dawnpaw answered with, “You don’t hear them?” Even though she is certain that the woods are trying to communicate with her, she had learned to speak of this less. No one understood her and denounced her whenever she would speak on it. Other than her oddness she desires more than anything to be a warrior for her clan and protect it with everything she has.

•FAMILY•
Mother - Alive [Open]
Father - Alive [Open]
Siblings - Alive [Open]

•OTHER RELATIONSHIPS•
Mentor - [Open]

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Name:
Blizzardpaw

Age:
7 moons

Gender:
Female, and sees herself as a female

Gender Orientation:
She is stickly stright and I will not make any acceptions.

Rank:
Warrior Aprentice

Breed:
Red-blooded warrior cat (XD)

Census Description:
Blizzardpaw is a small white she-cat with grey spots and blue eyes.

Appearance:
Blizzardpaw is a white female with a pelt as clean as freshly fallen snow. She has grey spots dominant on her face, tail, belly, and legs with a few stray spots on her sides. With striking ocean blue eyes and a long, pluming tail, she is quite the beautiful young cat. Her facial shape suggests some oriental origin far back, and she has long legs with a lite, yet strong build.

Personality:
Blizzardpaw is a fiery individual with a funny and charming personality. She is very loyal to her clan and wary of other cats and clans. That being said, she is still very brave and is always desperate to prove herself. More then anything or anyone, for her, the clan comes first. She has her heart set on being a warrior, and would be devastated if anything happened to change that. She has a big problem with ranks, she hates it when a cat steps out of his rank for example, a warrior/deputy acting like leader, a leader acting like a warrior, etc. She always tries to be respectful, but is not always successful when she feels someone is wrong.

Backstory:
Blizzardpaw is your standard warrior apprentice, born and raised in Dewclan. She does not have a very interesting past, except that two of her littermates died from whitecough. She has always been eager to please her clan and is the ideal apprentice except that she is so hot-headed and needs a firm but fun mentor.

Family members:
She needs a mother at least, hopefully a father also, and it would be nice for her to have a littermate. PM me if you can fill any of those roles and I would be very grateful :)

Relationships:
None at the moment, she needs to be a warrior before any romance. PM me to be her best friend ^^

Theme Song:
I cant pick one to describe her properly... Is that okay?

Other:
None at the moment.

Roleplay Example
Blizzardpaw snarled at the raccoon, enraged that the hideous beast was attempting to bring harm to either she or her clan. She immediately attempted to fight the large raccoon, considering her spirited personality, it is not a surprise that she would try to defend herself. The young apprentice imagined herself receiving a warrior ceremony for killing a wild, rabid raccoon, and the thought drew her on. Unfortunately, after a few scratches, the raccoon was dominant, so she tried to remember the more advanced training moves she had received, but the blur of battle overwhelmed her inexperienced mind. She spat at the raccoon once more before she booked it up the tree, raccoon following. However, she was much more agile then the raccoon above ground, and easily scaled branches, soon climbing to high for her attacker to follow. "Shoot." she cursed, as she realized there was no way for her to get down... The raccoon, to heavy for the topmost branches where she was resting, swaying in the wind balanced by her tail, sat on a lower branch growling. She spat in frustration, and decided to just wait it out.
About thirty minutes later, she grew impatient. The dumb thing was still waiting below her, refusing to budge. She tried to stay still, maybe it would forget she was there... No, it just sat there, watching her. At this point, it was getting later then she had hoped, and she knew that no matter what happened, she would in in terrible trouble with her mentor. She decided to try to get more comfortable nearer to the trunk and maybe try to sleep, but then realized how stupid that would be. There were a few trees near her, and she was trying to think of a way she could jump from her tree to another, but most of the branches on the other trees did not look very stable at the top, and she realized how blessed she was that the one tree she happened to be next to was strong enough to hold her. She sent a quick thanks to Starclan, before turning back to the task at hand. She tried yowling, hoping maybe someone may hear her, but, no, she was to high up and far from camp. She sighed.

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