DOVEPAW ~ WINDCLAN

[dovepaw]

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[atrb=background,http://i32.tinypic.com/2ir213s.jpg] Dovepaw of WindClan ________________________________________________________________ Name: Dovepaw Age: 6 Moons Gender: She-cat Clan: WindClan Rank: Apprentice ________________________________________________________________ Reason For Name: The soft colors in her pelt reminded her mother of the doves cats bring back with them after hunting, the dark stripes on her legs and face were not apparent when she was a kit and slowly appeared as she grew older. Previous Names: Dovekit ________________________________________________________________ One Sentence Description: a sleek lilac tabby with stunning blue eyes Appearance: SLEEK AGILE ICY DOVE Dovepaw is a long, sleek bodied she-cat with slender legs packed hard with muscle. Small front paws help keep her speed while larger back paws help to propel her toward her target. Long white claws are hidden, kept sheathed until she needs them. A long sleek tail acts as a rudder allowing her to take sharp turns other cats might miss. Her head is small, and triangular in shape. Her eyes are rather large, round and set far apart on either side of her nose. Her whiskers are long and white. Her ears are rather large and are set almost parallel with her eyes on both sides of her head. Her fur is sleek and short, it gets thicker during Leaf-fall and Leaf-bare. The base of her coat is a creamy, brown/light gray. Red/brown tabby marking’s cover her legs, tail and face. Half of her tail and her ears are covered in a solid red/brown and a small smudge is above her nose. Covering her paws is a slightly darker gray mixing with the red/brown tabby marking’s about halfway up her legs. Her eyes are a stunning blue, with specks of green and turquoise in them. ________________________________________________________________ Personality: Dovepaw is a good-natured cat who tries hard to be kind to those around her, even if they are from another clan, although she knows when to go into attack mode if the need arises, most of the time she is easy-going and nonchalant, although she can be quite obnoxious and unruly. She can be extremely charismatic and she often has something to say, her input can be rather direct but most of the time it is rather useful to the project at hand. Her intelligence level is slightly above most of the cats around her, and she can often be quite creative making up new tactics or trying out new hunting techniques. Dovepaw has a tendency to become obsessed with things, more so trying to outdo and be better than any of the other cats. To outdo the others she makes sure she is consistent with everything she does, practicing the same thing over and over again even if she already knows how to do it. If she doesn’t get something in the first few tries she often becomes frustrated and insecure, pushing her to do it more and succeed. She is extremely disciplined and inhibited, she knows what her goal is in life and she aims to reach her goal. At times she can be judgmental of those around her, watching them like a hawk. Studying the way they do things. Dovepaw can be quite excessive with the thing’s she does, always pushing herself to outdo everything. Bring back more prey, defeat more rivals, doesn’t matter Dovepaw wants to be the best. I guess most would say Dovepaw is trying to become unapproachable, legend, she wants to leave her mark on the clans and she is willing to do almost anything to achieve it. Likes: Competition Running through the Moor Practicing everything Being the best Praise Dislikes: Losing Being told she is doing it wrong Bossy cats Stuffy Noses The scent of badger ________________________________________________________________ History: Born to Dapplefur and an unknown tom Dovekit was the only kit born to the small she-cat, it was a blessing to the frail queen she barely had enough milk to support one kit let alone three or four. The first week of life was a struggle for both kit and queen, Dovekit never stopped mewling for milk and Dapplefur could only do so much to comfort her only kitten. Sometime during the second week Dovekit opened a single eye, peering off into the darkness she wobbled and stood, moving towards the scent of a mother that was off sharing a piece of fresh-kill with a friend. Pushing her face into the soft moss Dovekit tried to suckle, but got nothing but a few strands of moss which she quickly pushed from her tiny mouth. Her little legs tried to hold her weight but alas she tumbled to the ground letting out a shriek, Dapplefur quickly hurried to comfort her kit. The scent of her mother calmed Dovekit, the soft motion of her mother’s warm tongue soothed her and she silently began to suckle. By the end of the third week Dovekit was boisterous and ready to play with anything and everything. Exploring everything outside the nursery she even tried a bite of a freshly caught mouse, it left a bitter taste in her mouth and she quickly searched for her mother. Finding her she suckled what she could from her mother’s swollen teat’s and went off to find something else to do. Watching the apprentices practice their hunter’s crouch Dovekit tried to follow what they were doing, but her mind was still too underdeveloped and she quickly lost interest when a dandelion fluff floated past. As the forth week came to a close Dovekit began watching the apprentices more closely, slowly mimicking the moves they were practicing on each other. One day she knew that would be here, but she wanted to be better than them, she wanted to learn everything and more… She began her fifth week practicing all the moves she had watched thoroughly, rather than eating her fresh kill she would practice the hunting pounce on it. She stopped after being swatted quite a few times by the disgruntled Dapplefur. In her head she practiced, thinking of ways to make it better, thinking of new ways to capture more prey… By the end of the fifth week Dovekit was sure she was ready to become an apprentice, but alas her moment to shine would not come for a few more moons. Dapplefur fussed with her before the ceremony and before long Dovekit had taken on the name of Dovepaw. Already the thoughts of becoming a warrior flashed through her mind, oh what a glorious day that would be… IC Example: Dovepaw cracked an eyelid and was quickly blinded by the bright light coming from outside, closing her eye she shook her head and sat up. It felt as if she had fought a badger in her sleep, she wasn’t used to sharing her bed with such rough cats. Dapplefur had always been gentle; stretching the pain from her muscles Dovepaw finally opened her eyes. Already she could feel the temperature begin to rise as the sun began to raise high into the sky. Slinking out into the open she checked to see if anything fresh was on the pile. “Mousedung, only what was left over from last night.” ‘What is with the hunting patrol, I could have easily caught more than enough to fill it up by now.’ She slowly dragged her tongue over a few roughed up patches of fur, ‘My first day of apprenticeship and nothing to do, why can’t something exciting happen.’ Stretching once more she went off to find a few of the other apprentices, perhaps they could share battle strategies or something. ‘I’m sure they would love to hear about my new hunting technique.’ The thought put a bounce in her step; she knew she could teach them a thing or two. ________________________________________________________________ Who Are You? Plixlze How Did You Find Us? Ad posted on Degree Other Characters: Blazeheart of ShadowClan

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