Post by Bluepaw on Aug 30, 2016 20:27:29 GMT -6
riverclan
bluepaw
AGE
6 Moons
GENDER
Female
RANK
Apprentice
APPEARANCE
Bluepaw lives up to her name, with bright blue eyes and a blue-gray coat that seems to shiver in the moonlight. She blends in well to the rushing river, and her small body is capable of surprisingly powerful maneuvers in the water. Despite the short appearance of her coat, it is relatively thick, enabling her to spend a few minutes in even the coldest of waters.
So far she seems to be of average size for an apprentice, neither overly large nor small. However, as she has recently started training, her muscles are still rather lax; her stamina is the stuff of jokes. Nevertheless, she makes up for inexperience with raw determination, often pushing herself past the limits her body has set in place.
PERSONALITY
Bluepaw, is in, a word, driven beyond measure. Molded by death and despair, she learned quickly to turn an apathetic eye toward sights that would normally shaken even seasoned warriors. Combined with a brain parched for education, she is almost machine-like in her analysis and in her show of emotions. This rather unusual disposition in a cat of her youth can be unsettling to older clanmates and has earned her a reputation as something of an odd fish out.
However, it's hard for Bluepaw to feel shamed of her unnaturally solemn appearance when she has seen warriors driven to their worst, and her own leader is an excellent example. Disgusted with inaction and injustice, Bluepaw is one who clings closely to the Warrior Code. This does not means she considers StarClan infallible, though. While she understands her mother watches over her from the stars, she also knows that dead cats cannot cure an illness beyond comprehension and they could not keep their chosen cat, the RiverClan medicine cat, from falling to the sickness as well.
With all these disappointments in her life, Bluepaw has a poor opinion of most older cats. Whereas most young cats are awed to be taught, Bluepaw's mentor will have to prove themselves to the judgmental cat. With younger cats, however, she is surprisingly soft. Bluepaw often encourages Featherpaw in her own clumsy endeavors, and she is eager to mingle with cats from other clans. Disappointed with her own clan, she looks to others for possible solutions should such a large problem ever arise again.
HISTORY
Bluepaw was birthed in turmoil and strife. It was her mother's bad luck to give birth to three kits shortly after ShadowClan became host to an epidemic that would destroy the four clans. And perhaps it was a warning, an omen from StarClan, that small Stonekit (the only tom of the kits) would pass shortly after being born. Too weak.
If you asked Bluepaw now, she might comment that it was just as well he did not live to see the oncoming storm. It washed over Bluekit shortly after she gained the ability to truly differentiate between herself and Featherkit and their mother and her clanmates. If she had a father, it must have been a cat with no real attachment, for when her mother unexpectedly died, no one was there to claim Featherkit and Bluekit. She had been out hunting when the kits were a few months and the monster illness was just beginning to rear its ugly head. According to the patrol who found her body, it had to have been a badger.
With the loss of their mother, the kits were forced to adapt to solid foods sooner than expected, though they were still confined to the nursery. Bluepaw adapted to the new food, though she balked at still being treated like a stupid kit when her mother had been so cruelly stripped away from her.
And then the sickness came. It was devastating to the clan. Bluepaw learned that bodies were not uncommon. She learned that death came to all and while some of the warriors tried to shield her eyes, the biting sickness eroded the clan's general morale. Bluepaw watched her leader slowly descend into an apathetic stupor - and yet the site didn't scare her. It infuriated her. Death in itself was senseless, and watching her clanmates be forced to march away was perhaps the greatest injustice she witnessed in her young life.
She came to view her leader, not as a savior, not as a suffering heroine, but as a coward, too afraid to stand by her clanmates in their darkest hour. And on the day Bluepaw's apprentice ceremony was finally realized, she promised herself she would never be so cowardly.
SEXUALITY
Bi-Curious, mostly Hetero for now
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
N/A
6 Moons
GENDER
Female
RANK
Apprentice
APPEARANCE
Bluepaw lives up to her name, with bright blue eyes and a blue-gray coat that seems to shiver in the moonlight. She blends in well to the rushing river, and her small body is capable of surprisingly powerful maneuvers in the water. Despite the short appearance of her coat, it is relatively thick, enabling her to spend a few minutes in even the coldest of waters.
So far she seems to be of average size for an apprentice, neither overly large nor small. However, as she has recently started training, her muscles are still rather lax; her stamina is the stuff of jokes. Nevertheless, she makes up for inexperience with raw determination, often pushing herself past the limits her body has set in place.
PERSONALITY
Bluepaw, is in, a word, driven beyond measure. Molded by death and despair, she learned quickly to turn an apathetic eye toward sights that would normally shaken even seasoned warriors. Combined with a brain parched for education, she is almost machine-like in her analysis and in her show of emotions. This rather unusual disposition in a cat of her youth can be unsettling to older clanmates and has earned her a reputation as something of an odd fish out.
However, it's hard for Bluepaw to feel shamed of her unnaturally solemn appearance when she has seen warriors driven to their worst, and her own leader is an excellent example. Disgusted with inaction and injustice, Bluepaw is one who clings closely to the Warrior Code. This does not means she considers StarClan infallible, though. While she understands her mother watches over her from the stars, she also knows that dead cats cannot cure an illness beyond comprehension and they could not keep their chosen cat, the RiverClan medicine cat, from falling to the sickness as well.
With all these disappointments in her life, Bluepaw has a poor opinion of most older cats. Whereas most young cats are awed to be taught, Bluepaw's mentor will have to prove themselves to the judgmental cat. With younger cats, however, she is surprisingly soft. Bluepaw often encourages Featherpaw in her own clumsy endeavors, and she is eager to mingle with cats from other clans. Disappointed with her own clan, she looks to others for possible solutions should such a large problem ever arise again.
HISTORY
Bluepaw was birthed in turmoil and strife. It was her mother's bad luck to give birth to three kits shortly after ShadowClan became host to an epidemic that would destroy the four clans. And perhaps it was a warning, an omen from StarClan, that small Stonekit (the only tom of the kits) would pass shortly after being born. Too weak.
If you asked Bluepaw now, she might comment that it was just as well he did not live to see the oncoming storm. It washed over Bluekit shortly after she gained the ability to truly differentiate between herself and Featherkit and their mother and her clanmates. If she had a father, it must have been a cat with no real attachment, for when her mother unexpectedly died, no one was there to claim Featherkit and Bluekit. She had been out hunting when the kits were a few months and the monster illness was just beginning to rear its ugly head. According to the patrol who found her body, it had to have been a badger.
With the loss of their mother, the kits were forced to adapt to solid foods sooner than expected, though they were still confined to the nursery. Bluepaw adapted to the new food, though she balked at still being treated like a stupid kit when her mother had been so cruelly stripped away from her.
And then the sickness came. It was devastating to the clan. Bluepaw learned that bodies were not uncommon. She learned that death came to all and while some of the warriors tried to shield her eyes, the biting sickness eroded the clan's general morale. Bluepaw watched her leader slowly descend into an apathetic stupor - and yet the site didn't scare her. It infuriated her. Death in itself was senseless, and watching her clanmates be forced to march away was perhaps the greatest injustice she witnessed in her young life.
She came to view her leader, not as a savior, not as a suffering heroine, but as a coward, too afraid to stand by her clanmates in their darkest hour. And on the day Bluepaw's apprentice ceremony was finally realized, she promised herself she would never be so cowardly.
SEXUALITY
Bi-Curious, mostly Hetero for now
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
N/A
