Featherfox

Thistleclan

Fluffy seal-point molly with blue eyes

With a small, compact body Featherpaw looks younger than her 11 moons and shares more resemblance to a freshly made apprentice than to one on the cusp of warriorhood. Though her legs have grown longer in recent moons her face and frame still reflect an air of innocence and youth. She has mixed feelings about her image; while her petite size gives off an air of helplessness and makes others prone to help her, she's found herself longing to personify a sense of graceful beauty and natural charm. Featherpaw does have a fair bit of muscling along her front legs that make her a strong swimmer and apt fighter in the off chance she's actually training.

Featherpaw's body appears larger than her actual size thanks to the long fur covering her frame. Her seal-point pelt is feathery and soft to the touch and she spends much of her spare time making sure not a hair is out of place. Her pelt is a warm, creamy color with shades of brown covering her ears, the corners of her face, and tail. She's not a fan of doing activities that might soil her primping and as such will avoid going anywhere near mud, blood, or anything sticky if at all possible.

The more notable of features and by far the most charming is the round, dazzling face of Featherpaw. A soft pink nose rests comfortably between two plump cheeks, both complimented by short, white whiskers. Petite brown ears frame the top of her head with small wisps of fur curling out of them. Vibrant blue eyes sparked with intelligence captivate most onlookers and many have found themselves locked in on her gaze like moths to a flame.

+ calm | intelligent | perceptive
- manipulative | narcistic | self-involved

Growing up in a large family Featherpaw has the innate ability to stay calm in even the most chaotic of scenarios. With forward, boastful siblings she’s quite comfortable when surrounded by loud noises or tense situations and is content to watch things play out from the sidelines. She’s learned most storms boil over and dissolve on their own so why go through the effort of diffusing situations when they’ll fizz out with time anyway. Her level-head has received praise by both her parents and mentor though her unwillingness to get involved gives her an air of indifference they have found increasingly concerning as she’s aged.

Behind Featherpaw’s bright blue eyes lives an intelligent and perceptive cat. She’d rather use her brain than brawn and can talk her way around an argument before resorting to violence. She’s constantly watching everything and can pick up on social cues and the emotions of others quickly and the slightest ear twitch or shift in weight is under constant scrutiny. This attention to detail is beneficial in a fight though she tries her best to avoid locking claws.

Featherpaw’s charismatic air and ability to apply pressure when needed has helped her reach the realization others will do things for her; much to her delight. As a kit, manipulating her siblings into bad behavior came easily and thanks to her innocence air it wasn’t hard to blame them when caught and walk away unscathed. Now as an apprentice she’s found herself talking others into cleaning dens for her and cutting patrols short due to fake fatigue.

Her beautiful fur, vibrant eyes, and innocent air are Featherpaw’s preferred weapons of destruction. Her meticulous narcissistic attention towards herself have developed a vain, self obsessed persona. She’s more interested in making herself happy and isn’t all too impressed with the idea of doing things for others or her clan much to her mentors chagrin.

Born first in a litter of four to Morningmist and Yewthorn, Featherkit took her roll as eldest seriously. While her siblings tumbled and yowled she watched from the sidelines as far as her parents were concerned. When unsupervised, a new side to the molly came out and her insistence on causing trouble became known to her brother and sisters. Much to their frustration it was rarely Featherkit that caught an earful when scolded; after all she was just following along with them wasn’t she?

Featherpaw became an apprentice alongside her siblings and was immediately not impressed with the amount of work that went into becoming a warrior. She’s spent her apprenticeship dragging her feet; more interested in wandering the territory than doing actual patrols or going hunting. After catching yellowcough during leaf-bare she’s taken her sweet time going back to her training despite her full recovery. The rogue threat has been an interesting predicament to Featherpaw who is now forced to pull her own weight moreso than usual. As she lags behind her siblings in her training Featherpaw’s determined to do the bare minimum in order to reach her warriorhood, if only to prove them of her superiority.