Willowpaw - The Lion's Roar !

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It's branches droop, hanging like limp arms.
It's trunk is curved, angled like a broken back.
It's roots poke out of the ground, crooked like spidery fingers.

It is weeping, so sad it is. Weeping because nobody gives it the sun and some water. It has been forgotten-- abandoned.

But it still grows.

Name: Willowkit, Willowpaw, Willow-whisker.
Gender: Tom
Age: Twenty Moons
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: Fogclan

Beliefs:
Willowpaw knows StarClan exists-- and fears it with every fiber of his being. He understands what StarClan is capable of, and tries his best not the anger them, for he realized, ever since Snow-whisker's death, that StarClan could easily cease his existance without batting an eye...

Just like they did Snow-whisker.

And, just as much as he fears them, Willowpaw hates StarClan with a passion. They let Snow-whisker die-- no. They killed him. They murdered him. They could have stopped it. StarClan, the clan in the stars, had enough juice to change fate.

But they didn't.

And then, Willowpaw was torn. He fears them-- and his own clan--, yet hates StarClan to the point of turning into a bitter, angry tom. But he is unsure of himself. He fears that his loathing will one day anger StarClan and they will cease his existance, too. So, he fears instead. He would check over his shoulder, he would toss and turn at night, he would run away from his own prey.

And he would never again look at StarClan or FogClan the same way.

Parents: Mother: Unknown x Father (Adopted): Snow-whisker (Fogclan Warrior, Deceased)
Siblings: Unknown
Other Kin: Unknown
Mate: None yet
Crush: None yet
Kits: None yet
Apprentice/Mentor: Duskheart

Appearance|
Willowpaw is rather diminutive for his age, though despite this, he's nicely proportioned for his size. He's not stocky, though he isn't thin, either. He's smack dab in between-- average, you could say. His tail, however, throws the average look off with it's startling length, which easily balances Willowpaw on his dainty paws.

Now, even though his size is small and his build is average, Willowpaw is rather stunning to look upon. No, he's not 'stop-what-you're-doing-and-gawk', but he isn't 'just-sorta-pretty', either. Now, he's stunning in a sense of uniqueness-- something that you don't see every day. How is this so? Well, let me tell you!

Willowpaw's pelt is a lovely silver-- the silver you see on newly washed steel. See how it has that glossy look? That healthy glow? The fog in his Clan's territory really keeps his fur clean-- y'know, fog is made out of moisture and all that. But anyway, besides being that strange color, his fur is short, yet thick and plush. It keeps him warm-- sometimes a little too warm durring New-Leaf and Green-Leaf, but nonetheless warm.

But it's not only his pelt that can catch another's attention, but his eyes as well-- eyes the color of pale green. Not light green as in lime, but pale green as in... mint. Yes, that's it. Mint green eyes. But that sounds corny, doesn't it? Well, we'll go with pale green, just to save Willowpaw from embarrassment.

Personality| Note: Dovepaw belongs to Glowy
Willowpaw use to be the most cowardly paranoid tom in the whole forest. But after meeting Dovepaw

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I think the most noticeable trait of Willowpaw's is his skittishness. He's always uncertain of everything-- always cautious. He can barely tolerate anyone being near him, because he fears that they will hurt him, or worse. Why? Well, he blames himself for his father's death, and he believes that if he blames himself, then his whole Clan blames him, too, so he feels that if they blame him, they obviously want to get revenge, right? Right. Totally makes sense. Yup.

Not!

Anyway, because of his distrust toward his Clan, he has a hard time doing his duties. His fear of being around others usually makes it difficult to reinforce the Clan's defenses, going on patrols-- hell, he's too afraid to fight another Clanner, because he believes that his Clanmates will attack him when he's weakened, so he pretty much flees from battle.

I assure you, cowardice is Willowpaw's common companion! He is easily pushed around and walked all over by others. He is far too afraid to actually stand up for himself-- to have his own mind. You demand, Willowpaw will automatically obey you. He does what you say, even if he doesn't like it. Why? Because Willowpaw is just one cat, and his Clanmates... well, they have each other.

Which brings to mind how lonely Willowpaw is. He truly, honestly wants to be with others-- to stop being afraid and make friends. And, he has... erm, sorta. Not really. It's more like they made friends with him, and not the other way around. But, y'know, Willowpaw isn't all that and a bag of scaredy-cat.

Willowpaw can be a foolhardy nitwit. Sometimes. It matters on the situation. There are times where Willowpaw isn't so paranoid anymore-- where he isn't so... Willowpaw. He has moments where the kit in him comes back with a vengeance-- where he becomes brave, and absolutely happy. Y'see, when Willowpaw was still a kit, he was absolutely rebellious. So full of courage, and stubborness! He even defied Owlstar once-- once, I assure you. It never happened again, thanks to Willowpaw's father...

Anyway, what I'm trying to get at is that Willowpaw's old personality rears it's head every once and blue moon. He becomes... so carefree. So happy. So bold and daring. Willowpaw doesn't have a split personality, no. He's just fighting to become who he once was, because deep down in his heart, he knows he's safe. He knows he's okay. He just really doubts it.

But he's still trying, and that's all that really matters.

Skills|
Willowpaw avoids fighting like the plague, and only resorts to it when he's cornered and has no way out of it. He becomes desperate, and wild when he fights-- he does all he can to survive, though admittedly his moves are dirty and sloppy. But it's the fear-- the adrenaline that keeps Willowpaw attacking, and attacking, and attacking. He won't stop until he gets away from his enemy. He'll run away as if StarClan was nipping at his heels.

As for hunting... well, da-yum. Willowpaw is an excellent hunter, due to his small size and caution. He can bring back six mice-- maybe even a small vole-- to the Clan, and then go back for more. However, he can not catch anything bigger than mice or small voles, because he's a total scaredy-cat. Hell, rabbits scare him!

Talk about nervous, eh?

History|
To start things off, Willowpaw is a former kittypet. Snow-whisker, a FogClan warrior, had found Willowpaw as a tiny kit curled up in the snow in FogClan territory. His scent reeked of twolegs. For sure, Snow-whisker thought Willowpaw had frozen to death...

A weak mewl had interrupted his troubled thoughts, and Snow-whisker quickly forgot all about his hunting and raced toward Fogclan with Willowpaw in his jaws; earning soft squeaks of alarm from the kit that hanged from it's scruff between his teeth. Once returning to Fogclan camp, Snow-whisker was quickly interrogated with questions from his clanmates, which he ignored and hurried off to the nursery.

After a small conversation with one of the queens, who agreed to feed and keep the kit warm-- Snow-whisker headed off to the leaders din; from there he had a long debate with Fogclan's leader about Snow-whisker's finding.

For a while, it looked like a fight that Snow-whisker was looseing-- until the Leader finally agreed.

"He may stay... but you must raise him. YOU must train him and teach him the warrior way, Snow-whisker."

It was settled.

The six moon old kit would become part of the clan-- part of Fogclan.

The Leader and Snow-whisker ignored the fact that the kit had been to the cutters-- which they could smell from every strand of the kits fur-- and that Willowkit was-- had-- been a former kittypet, because Willowkit was part of Fogclan now. Five moons later, Willowkit became a apprentice, and Snow-whisker stuck to his promise and trained the petite feline. But then it happened-- that day...

The day when Snow-whisker was found frozen in the snow. Dead.

Of course, some blamed Willowpaw-- some said he was cursed. Cowering from the rumors, Willowpaw hid within himself; away from the cold, cruel world and it's untrue whispers. He became shy-- paranoid that one day Fogclan would corner him and finish him off.

Willowpaw had many sleepless nights...

And sometimes, during those nights; Willowpaw would ponder.

'Sometimes...I wish I was never found.

And Sometimes... I just wish I was the one who froze to death.'

Sometimes the world can be a bitter and cold place, and sometimes we can't stop it from happening... you can't stop the world from turning, because it doesn't care if you die. It doesn't care if you freeze, because the world is just the world. And the seasons are just the seasons. We are nothing. ~Willowpaw