Owlpaw; This is Not Enough

Owlpaw; This is Not Enough Jan 12, 2012 21:30:55 GMT -5

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Post by Clove on Jan 12, 2012 21:30:55 GMT -5

The Survivor

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Name: Owlpaw

Gender: Female

Age: 6 Moons

Clan: Russetclan

Rank: Apprentice

Affiliation: Neutral

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Mother, looking at me,
Tell me, what do you see?
Yes, I've lost my mind.

Appearance:

Owlpaw is of a tabby pattern, which tend to be quite common. She is easy to miss because she is so ordinary in her appearance. Nothing about her really sticks out, unless one thinks to hard, or they are not used to seeing cats like her. This is unlikely.

Her coat is mainly shades of brown. It has reds and grays speckled across her pelt here and there. Black stripes decorate her body, naturally. The darker stripes seem to bleed into her main fur color.

She has a narrow head, occupied by shiny white whiskers. The top of her muzzle is brown, and the bottom is white. Of course, her nose is a little black shape. Her eyes are somewhat large orbs, especially when she's expressing surprise. They are not extraordinary, just simply her eyes are green in the middle and yellow on the edges.

This young cat is fairly small and slim but with potential to change. For now, she has stout legs along with somewhat large paws that she is ashamed of. Her claws are a light brownish color.

Her ears were shredded when she was a kit. There were slashes threaded through the tips. They used to break open and get infected. Eventually it became so unbearable she was shown mercy and the tips were clawed clean off.

Personality:

Owlpaw is a quiet little she-cat. She doesn't want to get close to the clan cats or involved in their lives. She hardly speaks unless she is asked a direct question. Sometimes she accidentally blurts out her thoughts.

She keeps to herself, although she doesn't like to be alone all the time. She occasionally seeks other cats when she misses her parents.

She rarely shares what's on her mind in fear of being laughed at. Deep down, she doesn't want to think like them, or for them to know what she thinks like. she doesn't believe that she can ever be truly part of the clan, but she isn't willing to take the risk of becoming one of them.

She's afraid of doing wrong, and causing the clan cats to notice her too much. Despite this, she worries about being a disappointment to her parents by acting the way the clan cats want her to.

She seeks the approval of others, but she wishes that she didn't care about what they think. She clings to the belief it stems from the fact that her parents are gone physically.

She is extremely alert, but she is not paranoid or skittish. She can often become obsessed with small details. She believes everything has meaning. She is on a constant hunt for clues and answers.

History:

The first thing Owlpaw recalls is the sight of gleaming claws coming toward her. She could hear her mother screeching. Blood splattered into her fur as her siblings lives were taken. She remembers the pain when the claws tore through her ears. Blood ran down her face. She saw her mother lash out, then they were suddenly rushing across the territory, her dangling from her mother's jaws.

The pair moved from place to place. At some point, her father managed to catch up, bloody and tired. They cuddled and comforted Owlpaw, but she was completely terrified. She was only a little kit after all. They managed to get by with what prey they could find along with makeshift dens.

However, ferocious cats with pelts soak with the blood of others, caught up. Her father made a desperate effort to protect them. She remembers his last words as he fought to what would probably be his death.

"The clans will control your mind! Stay away!"

To this day, his voice still rings in her ears. Yet, it seemed it was inevitable. Starving, tired, and with infected wounds, both the kit and her mother were found by clan cats. Her mother used the last of her energy in an attempt to fend them off. Owlpaw tried to escape, but she passed out. She woke up in a foreign place.

All she knew, was that she had to keep surviving, no matter what. For her parents. Perhaps one day she could be strong enough to go free, maybe even with a family of her own. She had a long way to go, but she wasn't going to give in.

After becoming an apprentice, strange developments took place. She started having odd dreams. Then, her mind created Hawkpaw, a young she-cat similar to herself.

Or is she a spirit?

Daddy, looking at me,
Will I ever be free?
Have I crossed the line?

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Every time I think of something new, I get obsessed with it ^^

Rofl, I changed something in the table and spent like 20 minutes trying to correct some problems it caused

How did this sit here since January? It's like I was abducted and taken to another planet.

Russetclan needs more warriors ;_;

Please give me someone active for a mentor.. Sagestar or Whiteheart? XD