Minkpaw

Thistleclan

tortoiseshell she-cat with golden eyes

Minkpaw's name is in accordance with her proportions. Streamlined, lean-muscled and attuned for the art of the hunt. Her muscles are remarkably flexible, even for a cat, and able to perform contorting exploits and feats of agility. Her tail is long and sinuous and allowing the she-cat to rapidly change courses in heartbeats. Her slim, lean frame is veiled in swathes of drab pewters and flushes of subdued marmalade. Her fur is given little management, and is often smeared with mud or other assortments of grime accumulated in the tribe's wilderness. Each strand of fur remains a coarse, resilient filament that comprise her pelage.
Her visage, perhaps because of her youth, is plump and rounded, but it has significantly narrowed from when she was a kit.

The most remarkable feature she retains is her marigold gaze, sharing a close resemblance to cornsilk strewn from the husks and kernels.

positives --

ambitious -- She keeps her goals and instinctual drive to succeed behind the threshold of her psyche. But those instinctual goals and will to triumph and advance influence her actions. The fear of failure is a mental encumbrance that weighs heavily on her spirit and subconscious. Although she might make excuses to disregard responsibilities, it is only temporary and strains her in the long-run. It is connate and instilled within her body from the water of the womb, although she doesn't recognize it.

quick-witted --
In many situations, whether using her tongue or her body, she will come up with an effective solution swiftly. Even if in a conversation and exchanging a few snarky remarks, or in a critical situation, she will find a solution to snap back with if given a moment or two, and she will do it in record time.

negatives --

resentful --
Minkpaw is retentive, able to pick up on things easily, but more than often, her excellent memory falls to another use. Her resentment towards her clanmates mainly fostered her grudging tendencies. If you are to wrong Minkpaw, do not expect her to forget, and do not expect her to forgive you, at least immediately.

uncouth --
Despite being raised in ThistleClan, she was excluded by other kits. Whether just the general disposition of ThistleClan cats, or her heritage, any interaction was few and far between, and she usually kept to herself despite her spunky and social nature. She lacks the skill of politeness, and general manners and personal space since she rarely had the opportunity to.

- kithood + beginning of apprenticeship



The memories of a mother seem faint to the adolescent, although a few things cross her memory. She recalls the coo of the maple trees, the lilting tunes of the birds, and the maternal purr of her mother. A rhythmic lullaby of the past, which she can still feel reverberating through her breast bone in times of contentedness. The memory of the assailing winds on her exposed, tiny body, and the footfalls of those who found her. She was on the brink of death, on the cusp of starvation, but she was more likely to succumb to hypothermia than the gnawing of her stomach. They took her in reluctantly, knowing that she was most likely of rogue-descent and might be as dangerous as the rogues that lurk on the island. Albeit, a newborn kit would not remember such teachings, the possibility still remained. The sentiment of fear still lingers in her memory, but not fear that chilled her own body, but the fear of others. A riotous blaze that ravaged her pelt. For some, it was a feeling of doubt. Doubt that she'd ever yield to her leader. Doubt that she had the strength to compensate for a warriors' life. Perhaps the former was correct, since she didn't like the environment she was placed in. She could only admire the enthralling landscapes of RedwoodClan from cautionary tales of the evil and barbaric cats. Her body was also unsuited for the thick foliage of ThistleClan. She was able to maneuver sufficiently, but not with natural ease like her clanmates. Her slim build is meant for chase, agility, and generally rapid movement, whereas her clanmates are adept at aquatic activities. Digressing, she was disliked by others, while it may have been her meek and excessively-subservient disposition, but the looseness of her tongue, and the few thoughts exchanged before delivering a sentence. This, in addition to her assumed heritage, shifted their opinions. But being ThistleClan, they never really voiced it. Being a kit, she wallowed in her despair internally, never able to voice her sentiments to another, resulting in a quiet and meek kit they always saw her. Instead of talking, she read. The emotions and dispositions held in body language, expressions, and others' tails. She grew an empathy for those who seemingly ignored her, but a strong and firm morality, and she grew resentful too. Her temptation to socialize was too great, and she began to talk with the other kits. Her lack of socialization resulted in passive-aggressive conversations, but after a while, she grasped a hang of it, and learned the art of eloquence, or at least eloquence that would allow her to normally interact with others. She began playing with other kits, but never really forming any relationships with them. After moons spent in the nursery, the only thing that interested her was apprenticeship. After waiting moons, she finally reached the age of apprenticeship. She was given her role as apprentice, and given her mentor. The few ambitions she has is to succeed, to see more than ThistleClan's limited pine woodlands, and maybe even take on a leadership role since it seems natural, but her skills are lacking. She still feels a resentment towards her clanmates, but it doesn't mean she doesn't like them. She feels a bond with everyone in her clan, even though harboring no interaction to back this unconditional attachment. The lack of social interaction has turned her bitter, and is openly displayed as an adolescent.