Post by Whiskers on May 24, 2009 13:28:07 GMT -5
Name | Dawnpaw
Gender | She-cat
Age | Six Moons
Rank | Apprentice
Clan | Meadow
Beliefs|
Ah, Starclan. It's the one thing that keeps Dawnpaw up at night. She stares up at the stars when she can't go to bed and wonders about all the little details that make up Starclan's existance. The whole picture she gets and she believes in. But the little things, like Starclan sending prophecies and such? It's a little far-fetched, in her opinion. In fact, she doesn't think they have any power at all-- Dawnpaw can see them looking down on the clan cats but being completely helpless to do anything. It's the only way she can justify being born half-blind. Obviously Starclan couldn't have done a thing about it because they don't have power. And if they don't have any power, what's the use of Starclan? Well, Dawnpaw doesn't know and that's what keeps her thinking about it.
As for Pineclan, she doesn't care that they don't believe. She thinks that, all in all, Pineclan is a good clan filled with good cats and they don't deserve to go to the Forest of No Stars just because they don't believe.
Family |
Mother- Doveheart- deceased
Father- Heronleg- alive [np]
Tallpaw- brother- alive [np]
Whitepaw- brother- alive [np]
Goosepaw- brother- alive [np ]
Mate | Not yet
Crush | Not yet
Kits | Not yet
Mentor | Not yet/ needed
Appearance |
Dawnpaw is an average-sized she-cat at the moment and her build has found a happy medium between being too big or too small. Right now, she's just as tall as any tom apprentice. But as she grows, she'll be left behind and be catagorized into the "Lean, lithe, graceful" female group that she so loathes. Dawnpaw often says to herself "At least I won't be too small," because she knows that her rather large paws have predetermined a taller body. Still, she isn't satisfied.
Dawnpaw's fur is a pristine white when it is clean-- but it's not exactly clean often. Though she has the potential to be a stunningly beautiful she-cat (as she was told by her father) she doesn't fulfill that potential. Instead, you'll see her lovely white fur dashed with dirt and dust and she'll clean herself when it becomes just too uncomfortable. The hair itself is short and fine-- but there is a lot of it and it easily clings to burrs and thorns. Thank Starclan she isn't a Fogclan cat!
Dawnpaw has very feminine facial features. Perked ears made of soft velvet, a baby pink nose, and long, thin whiskers create the image of innocence and even ignorance. The most endearing detail, however, is the nick in her left ear that she got from playfighting.
Her eyes are the most exotic feature on her face. She has one rich, swirling yellow-brown eye- the color of thick, sugary sweet tree sap. The other is a beautiful clouded sky blue and unfortunately, it's useless. Dawnpaw is blind in this eye and so that side-- her left side-- is her bad side and her main weakness.
Personality |
Dawnpaw thinks she's bigger, better, and stronger than she really is. She's down-and-dirty, a lanky tomboy with a confident "I can do that" attitude, accompanied with a cheerful, independent streak similar to that of the Lost Boys in Neverland. Does she want to grow up? Nah. She doesn't care that much about becoming a warrior. It's not the most important thing in her mind. As long as she's doing what she wants to do, Dawnpaw doesn't care what other cats call her, whether that's "warrior" or something else entirely.
She's always been a tough nut to crack and her head is certainly as hard as a nut. From her early moons as a kit, she's never been one to sit on the sidelines. Dawnpaw is the one who forces her way into a game when the others didn't invite her. She knows that sometimes cats don't like her for this, but she's good at brushing this off and saying, "I don't care what you think."
Though deep down, she kinda does. Just a little. She just doesn't want to show it. Her brothers have always made fun of her for being the only she-cat and teased her when she acted like one. So she doesn't act like one anymore. Dawnpaw doesn't listen, she talks. She doesn't follow, she leads.
And of course, being half-blind has made her even more desperate to prove that she can do anything that any cat can do-- and she can do it better. Oh, so you caught a rabbit in under a minute? She'll do it in under thirty seconds. Oh, so you beat Tallpaw at wrestling? Look at me, I can do that too. I did it when I was only three moons old.
She's a bit of a bragger. Okay, not a bit, she's VERY MUCH SO a bragger. She's also a pain in the butt. She's like a tick. Once she decides she wants to play with you, she's not gonna leave until you do it. She's also blunt and honest and doesn't waste time beating around the bush. If a cat sucks at hunting, she'll tell that cat that they suck.
Skills |
She's actually a talented she-cat, despite her eye, and that can be credited to her determination. She's young now and very inexperienced, but her instinct is top notch and she always expects the worst to happen so she can be properly prepared. She's able to react to situations well, with a surprising level-head. (Though she's known to quietly panic if opponents try to use her left side against her.)
She's good at tracking down prey with her sharp nose and ears, but her crouch is off-balance and so she tends to be a little clumsy when it comes to the chase and the catch. Her fighting skills are decent-- not terrible, but she won't be able to defeat a full-grown cat anytime soon.
History |
Dawnpaw has always been a clan cat. There has never been a time where she doesn't remember the soft outdoors smell and the feel of soil beneath her paws. Her parents were Forestclan cats and avid fans of Cedarclaw. No way were they gonna leave him! Dawnpaw was born during the journey, along with her siblings, Goosepaw, Tallpaw, and Whitepaw.
Her mother didn't make the entire journey though and the time Doveheart spent with Dawnpaw is a blur in her mind. She can only remember a few choice words and a lingering scent. The absence of a female figure greatly helped shape Dawnpaw's personality.
As a kit, she was surrounding my tom cats, but it didn't bother her one bit. Her three brothers, though not that much bigger than her (save Tallpaw who was named for his unusual longness), were stronger. They played together all the time, and when Dawnpaw wanted to play, they didn't let her.
"Papa will scold us since you're a she-cat. And you're... y'know... your... uh...eye..." Tallkit would say.
"Well I don't CARE what Papa says. Come on, I'll be just as good as you. Watch! I'll hit the moss ball up SOOO high and it will NEVER come down."
Her relationship with her brothers was actually very healthy and the four siblings became close, often kidding around with each other and insulting each other playfully. Soon, the brothers didn't even think twice about Dawnpaw's eye or the fact that she was a she-cat. And that was the way Dawnpaw liked it. But she still got grief from her own father, who couldn't help but keep an eye on her. Rven now, as an apprentice, Dawnpaw can't seem to shake her father off her back, and though she has been very vocal about how much she doesn't need him, Heronleg doesn't listen.
" it sounds sueish.
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp