Post by c a i on Mar 6, 2012 14:27:40 GMT -5
d e w l e a f
need to know
» clan: RiverClan
» age: 18 moons
» gender: female
» rank: warrior
» status: ObliviousToLove
» mentor/apprentice: ??
» description: slender brown tabby she-cat with green eyes[/ul]
deeper
At 18 moons old Dewleaf is the picture of health, her limbs lean and strong, her coat glossy and silky. In the past moons she has utterly blossomed into her looks, such that she is now a rather beautiful cat, which is surprising considering the skinny, sharp-limbed youngster she was not too long ago. Definitely a late bloomer, Dewleaf has only just started to project a truly adult appearance, finally looking like a young warrior instead of a gangly apprentice. She has a small and dainty frame, yet proportionally is quite long-legged and slim. She has a mostly brown-grey coat with darker tabby markings, as well as hints of sandy brown and white splashes across her chest and paws. Her fur, very soft and fluffy, is almost downy like a kit's. She also has a distinctive white marking beginning between her eyes and stretching down to her nose.
Dewleaf has very large, slanted green eyes rimmed with black. They are highly expressive and she cannot for the life of her prevent them from showing her every emotion, but it doesn't really bother her. When she's happy her eyes are a brilliant forest green; when she's sad it's visible in the murky hue. Her face is her prettiest feature, almost always smiling and full of youthful glee. She is small in stature but comes across as larger than life due to her excitable personality, and she is always a hive of activity. Quick on her feet, light, bouncy and energetic, Dewleaf is rarely seen sitting still.
» personality: funny, happy-go-lucky, fun-loving, outgoing, vivacious, endearing
Absolutely full of joie de vivre and set to live her life as fully as she can, Dewleaf is a naturally loveable cat to be around. She has a quick wit and a ready sense of humour and loves to talk to others. Though slightly clumsy and an immense chatterbox, she has always been an endearing and outgoing cat with a lot of friends. She likes socialising and does not like to be alone for long periods of time, as she becomes lonely and bored easily. Her vivaciousness can make her somewhat overwhelming to some cats, but on the whole she is a very popular individual, particularly among the younger cats, whose company she always enjoys. Dewleaf loves to laugh and her energy radiates from virtually every hair on her pelt. Comfortable in her own skin, Dewleaf knows how to make herself and those around her happy, and she devotes her time to being as brilliantly lively as she possibly can - which happens to be extremely lively, much to her poor parents' dismay.
Dewleaf is, though youthful, starting to mature and has become more considerate and aware of others' feelings, whereas in her youth she could be somewhat tactless. All through her life, however, she has been known to inadvertantly cause a lot of trouble, leading her best friend Silverstripe astray rather often. Yet though she can accidently cause complete chaos from time to time, there is no spite to be found in her, for she has only the best of intentions. She does not hold grudges, and if she ever does quarrel with somebody, it is almost guaranteed that she will have forgotten it by the morning and will be ready to be friends again. She loves company and is the type of cat who thrives off the affection of others, and being lonely does not suit her at all.
» background:
"No! Dewkit! Don't play with that, it's for the elders!"
Born in a time of plenty, Dewkit had the best possible start to life. She never went hungry and the nursery had many kits for her to play with, though she had no brothers or sisters of her own. She was a very happy, healthy little kit, eager to bounce around and play very enthusiastically - so enthusiastically, in fact, that she once managed to shred the nest belonging to someone else's mother, which did not go down too well. Her own mother, having thought she would have an easy time raising just one little kit with a sweet, angelic face, ended up completely exhausted by her sole daughter's antics. Dewkit's father, a genial, witty and fun-loving tom, took immense pride in his daughter's rather extraordinary ability to stir up chaos like no other. Her father was her hero: to her he was a giant, a provider, a hilarious playmate. Her mother too shared a close relationship with her, and her bond with her parents would last all her life.
"Hi, I'm Dewkit. D'you want to play with me?"
Early on, Dewkit made an acquaintance which would ultimately shape her life forever. Lonely in the nursery without siblings, she was therefore quickly keen to branch out among the other kits, and among them she found her first and dearest friend. Silverkit, a shy, yet endearing little tom kit from the other litter, became the object of Dewkit's delighted affection, whether he wanted to or not. She quickly took over the running of both their daily lives, orchestrating a mad rush of ambitious and completely ridiculous schemes. Both Dewkit and Silverkit's mothers were exasperated as one escape attempt after the other was foiled, and countless pieces of moss ended up exploded all over the nursery. Yet the two kits had the time of their lives. Playing, screaming, running, tussling and shrieking summed up their days in the nursery, and it was a friendship set to last.
Of course, all good things come to an end and soon it was time to leave the nursery, but Dewkit didn't mind, since she was about to become an apprentice. At six moons she was given her mentor, finally allowed to roam around, learning to hunt and fight. Her mentor was a grumpy, sarcastic old tom with a heart of gold underneath the grouchy exterior, and they hit it off at once. Dewpaw, a vibrant bubble fo excitement, constantly exasperated and amused Rockpelt, who, though fond of the youngster, realised the alarming task he had at hand. For Dewpaw, despite her good nature and eagerness, was not an easy student to teach. Easily distracted, forgetful and rather scatter-brained, she hit more than a few bumps in the road in her training, such that she at times despaired of ever completing her training.
"look, I've trained bigger idiots than you, Dewpaw, so stop your worrying"
Dewpaw was about to undergo six moons of hard slog, her mentor's already frayed patience tested as he put in a herculean effort to get her ready to be a warrior. In addition to this concern was growing tension with ThunderClan in the absence of StarClan's voice, but Dewpaw could scarcely afford to worry about that as well as her barrage of extra training sessions. Silverpaw was crucial to her during this period, being her one source of fun and relaxation during the stressful and fraught period of forgetting all her battle moves, blowing her hunts and generally making a nuisance of herself breaking things and pulling on elders' fur when she had to de-louse them. There were good times, of course, and Dewpaw took great glee in playing practical jokes on various cats in the Clan. But without a doubt it was a difficult six moons for everyone involved in her training.
Dewpaw's parents were also important in getting her through it - all through her apprenticeship they supported and encouraged her, even when she was convinced her clumsiness, daydreaming and general disorganisation would prevent her from ever making it as a decent warrior. Yet despite her own doubts, Rockpelt was certain there were the makings of a sharp warrior in her, and so he never stopped pushing her and chiding her when she gave up too soon, and as a result after a lot of work, she was finally ready to take her warrior test. A test, however, which she very nearly failed, but nonetheless in the nick of time, she proved herself ready to become a warrior along with Silverpaw.
"I don't know what I'd do without you, Silverstripe"
The newly made Dewleaf (she thinks the leader must have had a deep sense of irony to give her such a gentle suffix) was jubilant. For days she was seen with a permanent manic grin, and she was on top of the world. Thirteen moons old and full of hope, she was all set to defend her Clan from the forest threat, resurrect StarClan's lost voice and conquer the world all in one night. Of course, she calmed down a bit after this and settled into a happy routine in warriorhood, passing most of her days with Silverstripe at her side. Yet naturally, as the teenage moons hit them, they experienced certain changes in their relationship. While still best friends, there was suddenly the distinct thrum of something that might lead to something else entirely. They've taken a few steps out of the realm of brother and sister, but they're hesitant.
Their friendship is too much to risk.
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immediate kin
» sons: ---
» daughters: ---[/ul]
extended kin
» mother: robinfeather
» brothers: ---
» sisters: ---[/ul]