Dovepaw;; Until lambs become lions.

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Dovepaw

Name |
Dovepaw

Gender |
She-cat

Age |
Thirteen moons

Rank |
Apprentice

Clan |
FogClan

Beliefs |
Despite the fact that every other cat seems completely enraptured by the stories about StarClan, Dovepaw is hesitant to adopt the same faith. She has difficulty believing in things that have no tangible or physical proof. If the medicine cats get to have dreams about StarClan, why doesn't she get them? At the same time, she has no idea why a cat would not believe in StarClan. There really is nothing else to believe in, is there? Dovepaw is in a very dangerous place as far as her faith goes right now. She is not sure whether to accept the stories that the others tell or to choose to just let life be and not believe in anything.

Parents |
Socks, kittypet, father, NP; Sadie, kittypet, mother, NP.

Siblings |
Sugar/Tinypaw, sister, NP; Vanilla/Swanpaw, sister, NP.

Mate |
Not yet

Crush |
None

Kits |
Not yet

Apprentice/Mentor |
Volepelt

Appearance |
For a tough wildcat, Dovepaw’s build is not very intimidating. It probably has something to do with her kittypet roots. Her shoulders are relatively narrow, and in all she does not look very muscular. She does sport some scars on her shoulders and neck from a fox attack, but they are not very pronounced. Being a FogClan cat, she does have the muscular hind legs that her clanmates share, but even those are only from moons of living in the territory.

Her face has a slightly more triangular shape to it, as do her ears. The fur even comes to little sharp tips on the ends of her ears. These particular traits she inherited from her mother. No one knows where she got her eyes from. They are a sharp, bright green, and neither of her parents have green eyes. She takes great care with keeping her eyes relatively emotionless. It is a rare occasion that she lets any feeling leak into them, even humor.

Dovepaw’s pelt is pretty straightforward, being a solid white. It’s short, like her mother’s, and grows a little bit longer in the winter. Her paws, however, seem to be permanently stained brown from walking in the dirt and playing in the mud. Honestly, if she felt like it a good washing would remove the dirt.


Personality |
Dovepaw is a she-cat with a very low tolerance for stupidity. The two surefire ways to get on her nerves in a flash are to either be "lacking in common courtesy," as she likes to put it, or to be a complete pansy. You see, Dovepaw is a very headstrong and brave little she-cat. She finds it difficult to get along with cats who do not also share those personality traits.

Reputations are very important to Dovepaw, namely her own reputation. If someone thinks badly of her and she finds out about it she will do everything in her power to correct it. That is, she will do everything in her power up to a certain point. If she deems the situation hopeless or no longer worth her efforts, she'll drop it.

Dovepaw is actually a very quiet spoken she-cat. She has her opinions and, yes, she can snap at others at times, but that is only after they have pushed her to the absolute edge of her patience. Most of the time she prefers to endure the "stupidity" or "barbarism" of her current company and later transfer that frustration into her training.

Despite the fact that Dovepaw seems to be a very cold she-cat, she has a warm, caring side that few cats get to see very much of. She has a deep concern for the well-being of others. In fact, it is rumored that at times Dovepaw may display genuine tenderness for another living being. However, she tends to keep this side of herself bottled up. It would not be very proper of her to go around throwing her sympathies and attentions on every cat she met, would it? She also fears that if she exhibited her softer side to very many cats, it would leave her weak, vulnerable, and a laughingstock in the eyes of the Clan.

Dovepaw, as you may have gathered by now, is not a very social kitty. To become her friend, you really have to be something special. Once you befriend Dovepaw, you've got yourself a loyal, constant companion who will stand up for you even in the face of impending doom. Dovepaw, given the right situation, is a very brave young she-cat and is not by any means to be underestimated.

Skills |
Thanks to her large ears and sensitive nose, Dovepaw is extremely skilled in tracking. Her fighting prowess is slightly over average, but not exactly the stuff of legends or anything.

Dovepaw, despite her longer legs, is a horrible runner. She lacks the longer tail that is needed to keep efficient balance with her legs. Hopefully as she continues to grow this balance issue will be remedied.

History |
Dovepaw was born into the luxurious life of a pampered kittypet. She lived in a large house with her two sisters named Vanilla and Sugar. Dovepaw was named Marshmallow, a fact that sometimes led to ridicule from Vanilla. She didn't think much of it, though. Marshmallow got along quite well with her siblings, although she was always very protective of Sugar.

Marshmallow didn't like her life as a kittypet, contrary to the feelings of her siblings. She always felt hindered by the walls that towered above her. One day she decided to lead an expedition outside of the house, though Sugar and Vanilla only wanted to stay on the porch. Their owners ended up unwittingly locking them out of the house. Marshmallow was ecstatic. Now they could have a real adventure!

She led her siblings into the forest behind the house, and they made beds out of ferns. Marshmallow wanted to go exploring the area, but only partially to make sure it was safe, which was the reason she gave to Sugar and Vanilla. She really wanted to go have some fun, maybe catch a beetle or two.

Sugar was begging her not to leave. Marshmallow rolled her eyes. Sometimes Sugar could be so clingy. Hey, wait! Was Sugar really latched onto her leg?

"No, don't go! What if you get lost? We'll never see you again!" Sugar was wailing now. Marshmallow sighed and licked her brother on the forehead. She promised that she would be right back. How confusing could the forest be, anyway?

"I'll see you soon," she mewed before trotting off into the gloom. Marshmallow cast one last glance over her shoulder. Sugar was throwing mournful cries at the sky, and Vanilla was staring straight at the spot she'd disappeared to. Could she really leave them like this? Yes, she had to. If she turned back now, she'd seem weak. As much as it tore her apart, Marshmallow kept on walking through this new home that now seemed like more of a threat than an adventure.

Needless to say, Marshmallow had managed to get herself thoroughly lost by the time ten minutes had passed. Now that she was alone, she found herself feeling something that she'd never felt before. She was afraid for herself more than she was for her siblings. Any sound that she heard was suddenly a monster coming to attack her. Marshmallow didn't let the fear beat her, though. She needed to be strong.

She managed to develop some fairly decent tracking skills in the next few months. After three months, the clans came to the forest. At first Marshmallow was frightened of them; they were all so big and strong. They looked like they could shred her pelt in a heartbeat if they felt like it. Once she joined FogClan, however, she started to warm up to the strange cats who had given her a safer home than she could have achieved by herself.

She was given the name Dovepaw for her white pelt, and she has worked hard to make herself a strong warrior of her clan ever since. She still wonders about her siblings. She hopes that they too have found someplace safe to live, even if it isn't with the clans. As much as Dovepaw hates to admit it, she still misses them, and Vanilla in particular.