Minnowpaw - StreamClan

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Minnowpaw

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Name | Minnowpaw

Gender | She-cat

Age | 8 Moons

Rank | Apprentice

Clan | StreamClan

Beliefs| Minnowpaw, though new to the entire concept, is highly impressionable and therefore already has quite an astounding belief in StarClan already. Minnowpaw believes that all cats are good, just some are misled - therefore she always looks to see that good in cats, regardless of their origin or attitude. She also believes that all cats need to become strong, outstanding members of the community are friends and as such, goes out to make as many friends as possible. She believes there can never be too much love going around and does her best to try and spread this~

Parents | (Unknown) White-out (Father, NP) and Minerva (Mother, Deceased)

Siblings | Two unnamed sisters (NP, Deceased)

Other Kin | None that she knows of

Mate | Not yet

Crush | Not yet

Kits | Not yet

Apprentice/Mentor | Being mentored by Stormflower

Appearance |

The first thing you'll probably notice about Minnowpaw is the reason for her said name, she is small, and not just small, she looks like a kitten that has not long been born and in more than one way. She is small and fluffy-furred, with tiny, dainty paws and undersized claws and teeth. This can partially be blamed on malnourishment at a young age, partially to genetic and maybe she's just small. Anyway, this small, fluffy young she-cat is quite slender framed and frail, though her fluff makes this not quite so evident. The said fluff makes up her pelt, and ranges from dark and light shades of tabby markings all along her upper body, which stops and goes cream-caramel-white from her maw down.

From afar, you'd probably mistake Minnowpaw for a kit, but either way you see her, it's very obvious that she's very cute, even for a kitten. With a wide-eyed look of innocence around her she has a small red nose and tiny pink tongue. Around her face many long whiskers sprout, almost too many, but not quite, sort of pushing the limit. These whiskers descend to about midway down her chest, stopping there and looking somewhat similar to koi fish whiskers. Moving up her face are her eyes, large and wide, they always seem attentive and a little comically shocked, in tone they are a deep, solid dark gray, with faint orange in the gray around the pupil.

In structure, beneath the fluff, despite her slender frame, Minnowpaw still has the hanging kitten-fat, though she had never been ever really fat. She almost has no muscle at all, all kitten-soft even to her bones, which are only evidently partially formed. In her movements she is quick and nippy, easy to make jump or frightened or surprised. Though she is extremely quiet, when Minnowpaw speaks she even has a tiny voice, but it is a very churlish, girly tiny voice at that. The impression you get of Minnowpaw is fairly harmless, though she has tiny, needle-sharp claws and partially-formed sharp teeth, still pearly white from lack of experience with hunting.

Minnowpaw is, however, at the stage of "getting there" and it is obvious that yet many transformations within her are due to arrive. Who knows, perhaps one day she'll be one of the largest cats in StreamClan? Or perhaps not. But all the same, much is ye to come from this cute little bundle of fluff.

Personality |

Once Minnowpaw was an enigma, difficult to get to know and extremely shy, you had to really work hard to get her to open up toward you. Her "never speaks" silent, shy attitude however, quickly, if not instantly, evaporated not long after her apprenticeship. Her cool and collected appearance altogether vanishing with that same sense of mystery, though something underlying within her is still left unsaid. Her initial nerves at joining the clan - of being cast out as her parents did unto her at such a young age - Minnowpaw has since surpassed that stage and has entered one of apprentice-ly mischief.

An easily-excitable, happy-go-lucky sort of cat, Minnowpaw makes it her very first priority to try and befriend any and every cat she meets. She tries not to be bias, particularly when meeting the "faithless" PineClanners, but otherwise manages to keep a diplomatic, euphoric air of peace amongst those she keeps company with. She practically emanates feel-good feelings. She has the most steadfast, eternal loyalty to her clan, who saved her life and therefore she believes she will forever be repaying them by trying to be the best, most pleasant warrior they have ever yet to meet - though she does not know that this is, in cases, contradictory.

Minnowpaw has since surpassed her feelings of abject shyness and distance from the clan and instead has provided a quite popular, diplomatic idiom for StreamClan. Despite her non-perfect track record - having snuck along the PineClan side of the border not once but twice - Minnowpaw remains held in somewhat high esteem by the hierachy of the clan, if not for her endless heaps of faith, then for her consistent doing-her-best front. Inside, Minnowpaw secretly sometimes feels distracted, sometimes sleeping fitfully with dreams of abuse from her parents and being made into the "worthless kit" they had so frequently told her she was. It is because of this that in the night sometimes, Minnowpaw mewls fitfully, without rest.

Minnowpaw does not really see, however, any need for "formatted thinking". When she speaks, her tone can be erratic, often speaking her mind and swapping from one train of thought to the next. She is not entirely bound in claiming to know what "love" is, but is in fact unintentionally slightly flirtatious in her attempt to spread happiness around. She simply does not understand purely hostile cats, thinking of them as grumpy and boring. Full of youth, Minnowpaw could in herself be considered a bit of a cliché young she-cat, but she doesn't care. Where's the time in life for stereotyping and wasting time on thinking of what others think of you? Still, though, she does try to impress her elders and leaders, trying her hardest to be the pinnacle of young perfection, though of course she never quite "achieves" this goal (she falls flat on her face at the starting line), it is often the thought that counts to the kindhearted nature of her leader, Cloudstar.

Minnowpaw is quite the sweetheart, kind and loving, merciful and devoted. What most normally see though is her inability to handle conflict or hostility, hating arguments and fighting. She never talks back or disagrees with people, preferring to simply nod and go with the flow. Though she is easily scared, it is obvious that in the future Minnowpaw would make the perfect mate and mother. She quite likes the concept of being a Queen, though doesn't entirely understand pregnancy yet. Naive you could call her, perhaps. The only issue with Minnowpaw being a mother is that she may easily end up afraid of her own kits. Otherwise though, she's exactly the sort of apprentice any cat would want - attentive and wanting to please, that listens carefully and tries her best.

Skills | Minnowpaw doesn't really have much to her advantage yet, she is smart though, for one thing and very quick on her feet, but otherwise she has yet to really develop many skills. She has a good listening ear however which likely indicates she may progress far and fast.

History |

In reality, there's not really that much to Minnowpaw's history, but all the same she has one. Her known history begins at 3 moons old, when she was found in the forest by a patrol. As far as they could tell, there were no parents anywhere near, she couldn't talk and was slowly starving to death out in the forest. But behind this, Minnowpaw has fragments of memory as to her previous life. She was born to her mother Minerva and father White-out. Minerva was a seductive, slender tabby that thought only for herself, she was malicious but extremely cunning, knowing the ways of the wild better than any other. White-out was not much different, an all-white tom-cat, he was massive and a fighter, but filled with as much loathing and distrust as his mate.

Something between the two had clicked in their primal senses, not love, oh never love, that was weakness between two cats, this had purely been the creation of the want to feel each other's bodies together. Enough to make someone sick, such thoughts, but undeniably true to the pair. There had been born three kits, but White-out and Minerva had spoken and decided that though she would remain pregnant, they had plans and only one kit would live. Therefore, the first task was for White-out to take the two other mewling kits away from their mother and leave them in a forest, shortly whereafter they perished, without a chance of survival. The last remaining kit they did not bother giving a name, nor teaching. Impatiently they simply waited, at times White-out with have bursts of impatience, sometimes lashing out and striking the tiny kit.

Time continued and Minerva would begin to react badly when White-out struck the tiny she-kit "****, would you freakin' stop that, White-out, you'll kill 'er." "What? Not getting soft, are we, my dearest Minerva?" These arguments would continue in stead, never backing down. Their plan for the kit had been clear from the start - they would get her to join a gang they had once both been minions of and slowly get her closer to the leader, until she could kill him and in so, exact her parent's revenge. But now these plans became hazy, undesirable and not so worth the effort. It was after a particular amount of abuse one night that Minerva simply upped with her kit and left. But she had no intention of keeping the kit, just to get out of what had seemed a waste of time. She left the kit in the forest, giving her the cruel parting words of, "you were a mistake." It was a moon and a bit before these other cats found her.

When these warriors brought her back, they took her to the medicine cat Icetail, at the time, there was little visible hope - the clan had no nursing queens, so natural feeding was undoable. All the same, thanks to Icetail's efforts, Minnowpaw survived through strenghtening herbs and tiny scraps of meat and pools of water. Though it was very much touch-and-go for the next moon, she recovered. It was then that they discovered she couldn't talk (for she had never been taught), nor did she know or have a name, nor even remember what had happened to her.

At the time, she was basically the clan's sympathetic case, but she grew in strength, her physical form though not much improving. It was only when she learnt to utter a variety of words that she was given a clan name and welcomed into StreamClan. That name was Minnowkit, for her tiny size and quiet composure. Two moons later, she had learnt much - she knew of StarClan and clan tradition, played out in the clearing alone or sometimes with apprentices, since there were no other kits around. Only lately she has been made an apprentice, to be mentored by Stormflower.

Despite fitful dreams of partially-remembering her past as a kit, Minnowpaw is progressing quite nicely into a friendly, charming she-cat with high expectations. Little does she know, just moons ago her mother Minerva was tracked down and killed by her father and now, he searches the forest nearby where she was found, looking to erase his mistake.

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