Crowpaw~ && the world laughs in flowers

[glowlynose]

Crowpaw

Some misguided adventurers
They place their faith in the stars.
They think that stars are the closest they can come
To perfection, to true Hope.
But I know better.
My faith lies not with the stars,
Nor dandelions,
Nor clover,
Nor people.
My faith lies with Love.

Name |
Crowkit Crowpaw

Gender |
Tom

Age |
Ten moons

Rank |
Medicine Cat Apprentice

Clan |
PineClan

Beliefs |
Crowpaw is not quite sure what to believe at the moment. When he looks at the cats around him, he can picture them with stars in their pelts and so powerful that the very sky would bend beneath their paws when they stepped. He doesn't know what to call it, but he hopes that somewhere there are cats that actually live in the sky. It would give life so much more meaning if he could die and play with the stars.

But his parents, even his entire clan, seem to discount the idea of the star-warriors as ridiculous. They even mock other clans for believing in something that sounds pretty similar to what Crowpaw imagines, something called StarClan. However, his star-warriors can't communicate with living cats or control anything. They just live in the stars and play with flowers and lightning bugs. He can't help but hope that his fantasy might be reality.

Instead of stars and dead cats, he places his ultimate faith in hope and love. They're the most powerful things in the world, more powerful than even hate or death, so why not believe in them?

Parents |
Otterfur, PineClan, father (Played by Crow); Swallowpelt, PineClan, mother (Played by Wolf)

Siblings |
Elmpaw, brother, DC (Played by Thistle); Willowpaw, sister, DC (Played by Whiskers)

Mate |
Not yet

Crush |
Not yet

Kits |
Not yet

Apprentice/Mentor |
Redclaw

Appearance |
Crowpaw has quite the sturdy build for such the little snip of a cat that he is. His chest is broad, bordered by expanding shoulders. His legs seem to be a bit longer than what would be suitable for a cat of his size, indicating that he has not yet reached adult size.

His pelt seems to be a combination of his father's and mother's. It is about medium-length, and very, very soft. He keeps it well-kept and shiny. It's prettier that way. As indicated by his name, the fur is a rich solid black. It offsets his eyes nicely, which are a gorgeous shade of blue-green. There are a few flecks of silver scattered in the color, giving his eyes a constant sparkle.

Personality |
Were Crowpaw to somehow transform into a human being, he would soon earn a reputation among the greatest of poets. He sees the world through the eyes and soul that could only belong to a poet. He wishes that he could find some way to convey what he sees to others, but he can never seem to channel the words that form in his mind to his tongue. He feels to be at almost a complete loss when it comes to making them see things the way he does. After all, nobody else would really understand the simple beauty in the soft delicacy of a flower petal's curves, would they? Everything to him is seen through a filter of innocent wonder and star-studded glory, despite the fact that he currently holds no faith in StarClan.

He firmly believes that life is the most precious gift we have, and it should never ever be lost over something as trivial as a border dispute or the loyalty clash between a couple of old cats. It would crush him to bring death upon another living thing unless it was absolutely necessary for the survival of everyone else. He will not hunt unless ordered to; no pleasure can be found in the snap of bones and reek of freshly spilled blood for him. Instead, pleasure comes in helping others to the best of his abilities.

Next to life on the importance scale is hope. Without hope life is worth nothing, as far as he is concerned. "Friendships, love, everything life is based on is centered around one key thing, and that thing is hope. After all, when you boil it down, all we really have is hope," or so he says. He doesn't know what to have hope for all the time, but he will not let himself lose it. It makes him angry when others lose hope, one of the few things that can make him angry.

Skills |
Crowpaw is good at overpowering cats who are smaller than he is (ie. Willowpaw) in "battle," and that seems to be about all he can do as far as fighting goes. He is ruled more by the flight side of the "fight and flight" response, but at least he's fast and can keep up that speed for a while. However, his real skills seem to lie with plants, namely those that produce flowers. He likes them.

History |
Crowpaw was born in a litter of three to the happy PineClan parents Swallowpelt and Otterfur. His mother's lack of self-esteem made him determined to do whatever it would take to help her. Eventually, that compulsion swept from just his mother to every living thing he met. This estranged him a bit from his siblings, but not so much as to make him feel lonely or unwanted.

Ah, then one day he met Lynxpelt, and suddenly it dawned on him that he wasn't supposed to become a big, strong warrior like his father. He was supposed to become like the nice tomcat who smelled different from everyone else, like leaves and flowers and everything good in the world instead of the day's sweat and caked on blood.

Words To Live By |