Post by honeyy on Feb 13, 2011 21:28:10 GMT -5
Honeypaw of ThunderClan
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Name:
honeypaw.
Age:
eight moons.
Gender:
she-cat.
Clan:
thunderclan.
Rank:
apprentice.
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Reason For Name:
honey; for her honey-ginger pelt.
paw; for her rank as an apprentice.
Previous Names:
honeykit.
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One Sentence Description:
petite golden she-cat with bright green eyes.
Appearance:
Honeypaw has always been small for her age, and reaching her eighth moon there is no difference. With a long, slender build with barely developed muscle along her long limbs, she could almost be mistaken for a WindClan cat, if it wasn't for her broader shoulders and lack of any real speed. With larger paws which help her find balance she should have, and a long time, she tends to be a cat of agility over anything else. Of course, the older he grows the more defined her features will become, before for the time she doesn't see anything wrong with larger paws, slightly out of proportion ears and a lanky, slightly uncontrolled tail.
As far as her pelt itself goes, there is a good reason behind holding the name 'honey' Her short-furred pelt is tinted a rich shade of light ginger, tabby stripes streaking across her thin frame, growing darker across her head, while the ginger itself grows lighter to almost a white across her paws and tail tip. With light olive-green eyes which stand out against her ginger coat, yet fit into the green of the territory, really, she does catch a few gazes turned her way, and of course with the almost lady-like way she seems to move around, it's not surprising. Nor is it surprising that a certain brother takes every chance to ruin that image with mud or snow.
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Personality:
the clans ,,
honeypaw was raised to a pure thunderclan family, and when this is combined with the clan's strong beliefs, she was raised to love her clan and be forever dedicated to them. however the older she gets, the more it comes to mind what it would be like outside the clan, or in another. she is still loyal now, and would die for many of her clan-mates if they needed her to. she had always found a fascination in the other clans though, and anyone outside their borders, and was never one to really see why the clans should stay to themselves instead of talking and expanding out. she never really voiced this though, not only because it would come out odd, but for what questions might arise from others.
the family.
when it comes down to it, her family is what she lives for, despite not always wanting to show it. growing up beside foxpaw under only their mothers care did take some tolls, and while she loves her mother dearly, the overprotective nature she developed and how she tried to raise her to be a queen did not go past her notice, and secretly, she takes pride in going against her requests. foxpaw on the other paw, while he's a pawful and one she feels the need to constantly pull into line, she does consider herself close to him, matching his curiosity paw for paw and willingly ready to compete in whatever way he can come up with.
the friends.
honeypaw due to her constantly wondering mind and over-active imagination, tends to stand out in a crowd, and although many don't mind her, she doesn't have many real friends. Those who she does have though, she's grown up with them, and when it comes to them, she would do anything to protect and keep them all happy. she isn't afraid to be herself fully around this lot, as the chance is that if you're her friend, you're a tad mad, after all, she is one of the most accepting cats in the forest for who someone is.
the lover.
honeypaw is a sweet she-cat, and although she can come across as being bizarre, she still has a few toms following after her, simply for her appearance. but this she-cat won't settle for just anyone, and it would take someone half-mad to actually catch her heart in their paws. she's swore she's not going end up alone in the elders den, and she's determined to keep that promise, and at the moment, it would take someone different from the rest to catch her true interest.
in battle.
this she-cat is a pacifist, but she knows when she's needed to defend and fight for her clan. although she prefers to fight with words and keep her dignity, she has a strong heart and is courageous enough to do what she thinks is right. this she-cat, although she is slightly under-trained, is a force of her own, her warrior blood coming out in full colours when she's got a cause she feels she needs to fight for.
her persona.
honeypaw is an incredibly sweet and gentle she-cat, well, most of the time. a daydreamer, she tends to be rather scatterbrained at times and can't always focus on duties she's supposed to do. her imagination is what tends to make everyone sigh in her direction, as she is always wondering what it'd be like to do something different. this she-cat does have her father's blood though and knows the clan inside out, how it works and how it should be run, much like any true warrior would. she is a bright she-cat though, who has wits about her, but isn't always so good with understanding answers put in riddles, but she's learning quickly. brave and courageous, she will fight for what she believes in, but can't stand killing any creature, including prey, though she does that because she has to. protective and always speaking her mind, this she-cat doesn't cower away from any challenge, unless she honestly doesn't believe she can do it.
Likes:
- aimless wandering
- the unexplainable
- hunting
- lying in the sun
- proving herself right
- keeping foxpaw in line
Dislikes:
- rain
- being told how to act
- fighting of any sort
- the 'proper' way of dong anything
- not knowing what's happening.
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History:
Gingernose and Liontooth. While they weren't mates, there was nothing stopping them from having kits more for the benefit of the clan than anything. But, like all things done this way, there was a reason. Brackenstripe was not father material, nor interested in being such, but he was still the she-cat's mate and while she had him believe they were his, maybe there was more than a hint in his mind that they weren't. Of course, whatever doubts he may have had were confirmed when the tom overheard his pregnant mate telling such a secret to another she-cat. He wouldn't be a father to kits that weren't his, and while it broke Gingernose, she wouldn't let it affect the kit's she was to bore.
So, when Honeykit and Foxkit were born into the world, while they never had a father, they had a mother who loved them both. Everyone in the end knew about the litter's father and while he didn't want any particular place in their lives, he was still at cat at least the she-cat of the litter turned to. From her first words she loved all her family, her mother while overbearing and always seeming to treat her with care was still the main cat she looked to in life, and her brother was always her second half, always the cat she was pulling into line, trying to teach some decency to. Not that he'd listen, or give her any signs of respect when it came to trying to keep herself clean.
It was when the two siblings became apprentices, that Gingernose wandered off, saying something about looking for Brakenstripe. Not that she ever returned to share the truth. It hurt her, more than she'd ever admit that the she-cat never returned, and more than ever, she relied on her brother's placement in her life to keep the small bit of family spirit she still had with her. Not that she'd ever stop loving the she-cat, but, with overbearing limits gone, her slightly rebellious side seemed to focus, a strange attitude surfacing.
IC Example:
”Goes the clock! Well my paws fancied a stroll and I just couldn't let them walk off without me! Naturally I let them take me here, where I ran into none other than my transparent-smelling friend, Cheshire." blinking slightly, the golden she-cat studied the gray tabby for a few moment more curious than anything. "how does transparency have a smell? and how can you attach that to one of a cat?" she asked, sitting down with questioning eyes at ticktock. before he answered though, the white and brown tom spoke again. "Now Ches, this remarkable she-cat has a very unique talent! You see she has the ability to whisper to honey!" oh dear, he really does take our warrior names in a different fashion. "Now that, m'dear, is quite the talent. It takes a lot to speak, let alone to honey." looking down slightly in embarrassment, she could feel a small smile crossing her lips.
"no, no, although it would be something interesting to try, the honey in my name refers to my pelt colour and whisper..." she trailed off. she didn't really understand the whispering bit herself. but she guessed it refereed to her quiet nature around the camp. "Any friend of my dear Hatter, is a friend of mine." giving a small, polite nod to the tom, she looked around just in time to see a white tom charge into the clearing, or more tumble. "Hourglass, you silly thing! You've been late for moons, one would have thought you would've figured out your times by this point," twitching her whiskers with amusement, she moved forward and uncontentious sat closer to ticktock, who's scent she found slightly more welcoming than the other cats, although something seemed familiar about them too.
"Why if it isn't Hatter! And Ches as well. Time has brought us together again. Time, such a funny concept, they say its endless but why do I always seem to be running out of it?" running out of time? such a bizarre group they were, she always suffered from too much time. "Why if it isn't hardly alice. Did you finish painting the roses red?" blinking, something about what the tom said spiked a memory in her mind, but one she couldn't quite reach. alice... why does that name sound so familiar to me? looking at the white tom, hourglass, chess had called him, she blinked,trying to remember why that familiar air of running time was so familiar. it was starting to get frustrating why she couldn't remember. all she could come to accept was that she had more than likely met the two during the four moons of her life she couldn't remember.
drawing her tongue over her lips, she looked at the white cat as he begun to talk. "Did you know a butterfly does not taste like butter? It was quite disappointing." a flicker of a smile crossed her face again. what did butterflies taste like then? "Here's a riddle: When is a croquet mallet like a billy club? I'll tell you: Whenever you want it to be!" that wasn't a bad one, and half of her knew what he was talking about, but the half was utterly confused. it still hadn't crossed her mind that there were trespassers on treeclan territory. "how do you come up with such confusing riddles?" she asked the tabby, curiosity once again glowing in her bright blue eyes as she looked from the tabby to the white tom beside her.
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Who Are You?
Cougarr.
How Did You Find Us?
-points at Smally-
Other Characters:
Elmfrost - WindClan
Cougarkit - RiverClan
Bloodink - ShadowClan
