Minnowpaw of Airclan

[Lucinda.]

Name: Minnowpaw
Moons: Eight Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: AirClan
Rank: Apprentice [Trainies]
Short-Description:

Small silver-gray tabby she-cat with startlingly white patches and soft brown eyes.

Picture:

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Description:

Physique

Minnowpaw is small, even taking her age into consideration, and has occasionally been mistaken for a kit. Such mistakes annoy her, though they are understandable, but she does her best not to let her size bother her. The young tabby is also lithe in appearance, her thin silver body being the cause of her naming, minnow after the small silver fish that dart around in the rivers and to which she bears a strong resemblance.

Pelt

Soft gray fur falls over her thin frame, tinged with silver, especially when hit by the sunlight or moonlight. Her chest, underbelly, and paws are all a vivid and pure white, distinguishing her easily. Hints of orange can be found where the tabby fur borders these white patches. Her fur is of medium length, lying fairly close to her body and lacking the length of long-haired cats but still apparently longer then most short-haired cats, if only by a little bit.

Head

Minnowpaw's head is wedge-shaped and slightly rounded, tapering down to her small pink nose. It is covered mostly with silver-gray tabby fur, though the white begins to appear around her nose, trailing up in a line line to fade into tabby fur between her eyes, at the brink of her forehead. Her ears prick up at sounds of danger, and they are small and straight. Behind them her neck flows down to the rest of her body.

Eyes

Her eyes are not an unusual color but that does not render them anything less than noticeable. A soft, warm brown in color, they are expressive and passionate, alighting with a glow that seems to come from inside when she is feeling strongly about something or even just up to mischief. The eyes are said to be the windows to the soul and while that expression is grossly overused, it can be applied to Minnowpaw. She has never been good at trying to hide her emotions so in most cases she doesn't bother. Her eyes give away any mood or whim that she is feeling, leaving her as easy to read as an open book.

Personality:

Docile

The first thing that can be said for Minnowpaw is that she is extremely demure and calm by nature. She was easygoing as a kit and still retains that quality with her to this day. Though she is rather quite, though, that does not mean that Minnowpaw is shy. She merely learns by observation, a quality that proves her to be a great listener and good adviser.

Mature

The young she-cat is not to type to start huge arguments or throw tantrums when she doesn't get her way. She behaves with a maturity beyond her age, and has a good perception of what is and what isn't a trivial matter. Minnowpaw displays a courteous respect to everyone, no matter their age or rank. Actions cats commit can increase her respect for them but they can also serve to have the opposite effect.

Sensible

The silver she-cat indeed has a good head on her shoulders, something that has been noted by multiple cats in her short lifetime. She has a good understanding of right and wrong and is not naive or blind in her world views. She is also not judgmental of cats from other clans. Though she bears a strong clan loyalty to her own clan, she does not judge other felines based solely on the clan that they belong to.

Thoughtful

Many have described Minnowpaw as a sweet little thing and it is certainly true. She is incredibly kind to others around her and grateful to her clan leader, parents, mentor, and everyone in her life. She understands that a small, sweet gesture have a large impact. Sometimes Minnowpaw surprises others with her spontaneity. She most often applies the rule to think before she acts but often even after thinking an act through, she will still go along with it. When she is feeling out of character she can make rash decisions, reminding her clan that she is, after all, only eight moons of age.

History:

Kithood

Minnowpaw was born eight moons ago to a king and loving queen. She had but one sibling, a tom by the name of Swiftkit. Their mother and the other queens all cared and loved them and Minnowpaw grew up surrounded by love and her clanmates. When she was a kit, Minnowpaw was just as easygoing as she is to this day, if not more so. She would act as a peace-keeper between the clan kits where they argued, especially for her brother who was, by contrast, hot-headed and rash with both his words and actions.

As she grew closer to the day when she would become an apprentice, Minnowpaw's thoughts became occupied with other ideas. The clan did not currently have a medicine cat apprentice and her sweet nature often prompted her to want to help others. She was fascinated by the world of herbs and healing and made her decision half a moon before she was to become an apprentice. Her mother notified the clan leader and the medicine cat, both of whom were in favor of the kit's decision.

Apprenticeship

Now Minnowpaw is the clan's medicine cat apprentice and she could not be happier. She loves the idea that she will be able help others with her knowledge and is an avid student to her mentor. She learns quickly and enjoys it greatly when she is allowed to aid her mentor in healing other cats for it serves as a reminder to why she made this decision with her life, so that she could offer her assistance and aid to others when they need her.

Role Playing Example:

People going nowhere
Expecting sympathy

H O L L Y B I T E .

Her blue eyes shone like a beacon in the darkness, betraying any hope of concealment. But that was to be expected. The silvery she-cat slunk through the foliage, emerging on the bank of the river. The moon was still high in the sky; the night was young. Stars glittered across like night sky like pinprick holes in a dark blanket that gave hope to those below that there might be another side. Or they were, as all in the forest believed, her ancestors, gone to hunt in the skies with their passing as a member of the fifth clan - the one in which clan differences mattered little and every clan was one.

How did that happen? Hollybite mused, a small smile on her face as she decided to humor the idea that the stars were indeed cats. You lived all your life loyal to your clan and your clan only and then when you died you became part of a big clan with everyone else and just put past differences aside? It seemed unrealistic. As the the whole idea of Starclan. To her at least. As a kit she'd lapped up the stories of the warriors in the sky that her mother had fed to her lovingly, seeking to assure her only daughter that with death came a new life. But as she got older, Hollybite had began to doubt such stories, recognizing them for what they truly were. Just stories.

It was just so unlikely. It defied every common law that you were taught as an apprentice on how the world seemed to work. But the doubt went deeper than a simple disbelief of its possibility. There was also a side that Hollybite did not visit in her thoughts often. The cats of Starclan had never appeared to her. Of course, they didn't appear to every cat but they did to the leader and the medicine cat supposedly. Special cats. Even some warriors. She was special without a doubt. Everyone realized that. So why hadn't Starclan? Why hadn't they privileged her and shown themselves?

Hollybite snorted, a sudden noise in the dead silence. They didn't exist, that was why. She was humoring the whole situation by giving it even a passing thought. Of course, this side of her beliefs could never be shared with other cats. They'd be shocked and disappointed... and she would surely never become leader of the clan. A thought struck her and she frowned. Did that goal too have to do with all this foolishness? Was a tiny part - or maybe even a large one - of her wanting to be leader simply a desire to find out the truth once and for all? She hadn't thought of that too much before. It disturbed her that she could have had secret motivations, kept hidden from even herself.

Why had she left the camp anyway? It was night and she was on patrol in the morning. She should have been sleeping blissfully with her fellow warriors instead of deserting the camp quietly like a shadow and coming here to mull over her thoughts in solidarity. It wasn't like it was first time - no. She came out here often, to get away from it all and just be alone, something that was so much more special at night than at any other time. But why tonight? Was it another case of just having a feeling or had she had some purpose? Hollybite sighed, another noise cutting into the darkness. Either way, she was here. Her reasonings didn't matter since it was too late to change the simple fact that she was here instead of back in camp. So why not enjoy it? She smiled, her body relaxing as she continued to gaze out at the stars - or whatever they were.

Other:

I hope it's alright that I want her to be medicine cat apprentice - I wasn't sure how to choose that in the rank section. I completely understand that the judging process is harder on bios for cats of higher rank. If she does not meet your standards for medicine cat apprentice, would it be alright if she (after a revision of her history) was just a normal apprentice?

[Sunrise.]

The bio is done in an interesting way, with the bullets and all. It's fine though, and very well done ^^
I think it's ok if I accept it without waiting for Black ; ]
Accepted as the medicine cat apprentice of AirClan : D