Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2015 1:28:12 GMT -5
The Basics
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*Name: Redpaw
Name reason: For her bright ginger coat.
*Location of Birth: Twolegplace
*Age: 6 moons
*Sex: Female
*Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
*Skills: Incredibly fierce fighter. Poor and clumsy hunter.
Future: Will possibly seek out to understand and reconcile her past.
Appearance
*Fur color and markings: Bright ginger fur with marble tabby markings.
*Fur length: Long-haired and fluffy.
*Body size: Small and unusually slender.
*Eye color: Green.
Overall appearance: Redpaw was born the runt of her litter and has therefore always been on the petite side. It doesn't help that she takes after her mother, who was also quite compact. However, due to the length and thickness of her fur, Redpaw generally appears larger than she is, though even that advantage does not make her look big and strong by any means.
Personality
*Personality paragraph: Redpaw's greatest desire is to be accepted by her Clanmates. Due to the uncertainty of her past, she constantly struggles with her identity and feelings of inadequacy. She compensates with an almost overly friendly and bubbly demeanor. This can result in rude nosiness at times, and she sometimes doesn't know how to take "no" for an answer. Though adventures still make her nervous - though she doesn't really know why - she will never turn one down if it means she can build new or reinforce existing friendships. She is quick to defend herself and her friends if presented with a challenge, and is a little bit hotheaded in this regard.
*Trait lists:
*+ playful, vivacious, loyal
*- hotheaded, nosy, insecure
*: outgoing, forgetful, anxious
Likes: sharing tongues, making friends, training
Dislikes: being alone, being made fun of, being challenged
Fears: getting lost, being kicked out of the clan, failure
Goals: become a powerful and respected warrior, be universally liked and accepted, recover lost memories
History
History: Redpaw was born into a large kittypet litter, the last of five. The "runt", if you will. This fact was of little consequence at first, as she was born healthy yet small. This good fortune was not to last long, however. Her mother got sick, and, as is like to happen, unfortunately spread her illness to her litter. All of Redpaw's brothers and sisters were affected to some degree, but Redpaw was affected the most. She became deathly ill and almost didn't make it. It lasted for many days, but the Twolegs who took care of her mother took care of her, too, and saw that she made a full recovery. Well, nearly full. Redpaw was always on the abnormally small side after that, and was rather susceptible to illness. but besides that, she was a healthy and energetic little kit.
At the age of two moons she was adopted out to another Twoleg family alongside one of her brothers. They led a happy, carefree life together; many golden afternoons were spent frolicking about in the garden, followed by many peaceful evenings snuggled by the fire inside. Redpaw was content with their life, but her brother, being both rambunctious and stupid - a dangerous combination in any cat, but particularly in a young tom - dreamt of more adventure. He kept pressing his sister to journey with him beyond their garden fence to see what else the world contained. Redpaw resisted him for a long time, but finally relented.
The first day they didn't get any farther than the top of the fence, where they sat gazing into the land beyond, intimidated and awed. The next day they made it to the other side, but only for a few moments. Day by day, they strayed further and further away from their safe little garden, Redpaw always less eager than her brother to wander. One day, this led them to a quarrel. Her brother wanted to venture further than ever, but Redpaw had a bad feeling about it and refused to budge from her post atop their garden fence. Finally, her brother stormed off alone, going much further than either of them had previously. Redpaw turned tail and ran inside, fur prickling with anger and anxiety. To pass the time until her brother returned and she could apologize, she decided to take a nap. She fell into a much deeper sleep than she meant to, and was awakened many hours later by the sound of distant yowling. Coyotes? She'd heard them many times before. but once fully awake, the noises ceased, and she wondered if she'd actually heard anything at all or if she'd just been dreaming. It was early evening by that time. It seemed that her brother still had not returned. Redpaw was understandably a little bit worried. but there was no sign of him anywhere in the garden or the house. She assumed that he was deliberately staying away due to their argument earlier, and as she was still a little miffed herself, she returned to the house and fell into another heavy slumber that lasted through the night.
Dawn arrived, and Redpaw woke with the rising sun. Her brother was not back. Now seriously worried, she rushed to the garden fence as soon as her Twoleg opened the door for her. Without a moment's hesitation, she leapt up and over it and ran off in desperate search for her brother. The uneasy feeling in her stomach from the day before had grown and was now threatening to consume her. She ran on blindly, calling desperately for her brother, but to no avail. She searched all day, and by late afternoon, realised that she had become hopelessly lost. There was nothing to do but keep moving. So she did. Ceaselessly. Without food, water, or rest. And no sign of her brother anywhere. Finally, she could go no further. She collapsed. When she rose again, she continued wandering aimlessly, calling weakly for her brother until her voice gave out on her, and still she pressed onward. It is unclear how long or how far she traveled. but it took its toll on her.
She was found by a MidnightClan patrol, too exhausted to stand, speak, or otherwise communicate, incredibly weak and near death from her ordeal. They took pity on the tiny kit and brought her back to their camp, where she was nursed back to health. When she was well enough, some inquiries were made after her origins, but alas, the poor she-kit had lost all memory of who she was and how she had ended up wandering through the forest. No doubt there was some part of her that felt responsible for her brother's disappearance and suspected the worst of his fate, and her brain had simply chosen to block all memory of this trauma rather than trying to cope with it, a Herculean task at best.
So Redpaw was adopted into Clan life, given a Clan name - Redkit, at the time, for the vivid colour of her fur, and because she was estimated to be around four moons of age (her actual age being unknown). She has been a member of MidnightClan ever since, and is fiercely loyal to them. She remembers enough to know that they saved her life, and she owes them everything. As far as she is concerned, she is a true Clan cat, through and through - and will do anything to prove it, even if it means fighting those who try to say otherwise.
