Post by shelby on Jun 10, 2021 17:21:44 GMT -6
COTTONPAW
REDWOODCLAN
A WHITE SHE-CAT WITH YELLOW-GREEN EYES
APPRENTICE
SHE-CAT
7 MOONS
Appearance
Little Cottonpaw, always the runt...the small, forgotten shadow. Cottonpaw, just like the plant she was named after, is mostly fluff, with a frail bone structure underneath. Her limbs are short, keeping her belly close to the ground and unnoticed by most of her clanmates. While her littermates prefered playfighting and maintained a muscle-tone going into their apprenticeships, Cottonpaw remained on the weaker side. She is clumsy most times, and her actions are slower.
Unlike most of the brown and clay-colored pelts of most Redwoodclan cats, Cottonpaw sticks out with her pure white pelt. Like her mother, Cottonpaw only blends into her surroundings after the snow has fallen. Dawning long fur, she is able to endure low temperatures, and tolerate the warm temperatures. She is very finicky when it comes to hygiene and is never seen with a dirty pelt.
Her doll-like eyes often reveal each and every emotion the young, she-cat has and is very expressive. Her eye color often changes from hues of yellow and green depending on the lighting, but unlike her mother's, appear soft. Cottonpaw's face is very pretty, something that her aunt loved to lick and brag about. With big doe eyes and a pretty pink nose, she swore Cottonpaw would be the heart-throb of her generation.
Unlike most of the brown and clay-colored pelts of most Redwoodclan cats, Cottonpaw sticks out with her pure white pelt. Like her mother, Cottonpaw only blends into her surroundings after the snow has fallen. Dawning long fur, she is able to endure low temperatures, and tolerate the warm temperatures. She is very finicky when it comes to hygiene and is never seen with a dirty pelt.
Her doll-like eyes often reveal each and every emotion the young, she-cat has and is very expressive. Her eye color often changes from hues of yellow and green depending on the lighting, but unlike her mother's, appear soft. Cottonpaw's face is very pretty, something that her aunt loved to lick and brag about. With big doe eyes and a pretty pink nose, she swore Cottonpaw would be the heart-throb of her generation.
Personality
Shy & Naïve - Cottonpaw loathes being the center of attention, and prefers to take her place amongst others. With her littermates being the more outgoing ones, she usually just follows their lead and keeps her head down. Since her stature is so small, she is forgotten, even by her own adoptive queen when they were younger. This meant she was prone to keeping to herself, and slipping by.
Inquisitive & Curious - With a lot of time on her paws without a social distraction, Cottonpaw often finds herself watching others. As a great listener, she accidently overhears quite a bit on her down time from training. While other apprentices brush off elder and queen stories, Cottonpaw absolutely adores them and finds them both whimsical and fascinating.
Daydreamer & Clumsy - Cottonpaw is a subpar apprentice, and she knows it. Her heart isn't into the killing and violence that warriorship is cut out to be. She often daydreams of simpler times, without borders and hatred. She makes up stories of vigilant toms saving damsels in distress, or magical talking badgers foretelling adventurers of their quests. Her distracted mind is often her downfall, making her clumsy in training and awkward in conversation. Since she isn't very social, making small-talk difficult for her.
Pacifist & Indecisive - The molly lacks a sense of warriorhood, unlike her denmates. She sees violence as a silly thing, and doesn't quite understand why cats choose to decide disputes with claws and not words. This leaves her training very difficult, as she doesn't put her heart into it. Since her littermates act as her safety blanket, they speak for her, or are quick to come to her defense. When she is alone, she becomes even more quiet, as she doesn't know how to make decisions for herself.
Inquisitive & Curious - With a lot of time on her paws without a social distraction, Cottonpaw often finds herself watching others. As a great listener, she accidently overhears quite a bit on her down time from training. While other apprentices brush off elder and queen stories, Cottonpaw absolutely adores them and finds them both whimsical and fascinating.
Daydreamer & Clumsy - Cottonpaw is a subpar apprentice, and she knows it. Her heart isn't into the killing and violence that warriorship is cut out to be. She often daydreams of simpler times, without borders and hatred. She makes up stories of vigilant toms saving damsels in distress, or magical talking badgers foretelling adventurers of their quests. Her distracted mind is often her downfall, making her clumsy in training and awkward in conversation. Since she isn't very social, making small-talk difficult for her.
Pacifist & Indecisive - The molly lacks a sense of warriorhood, unlike her denmates. She sees violence as a silly thing, and doesn't quite understand why cats choose to decide disputes with claws and not words. This leaves her training very difficult, as she doesn't put her heart into it. Since her littermates act as her safety blanket, they speak for her, or are quick to come to her defense. When she is alone, she becomes even more quiet, as she doesn't know how to make decisions for herself.
History
MOTHER & FATHER - Frostedstorm & Jackdawfeather
SIBLINGS -Featherkit
OTHER FAMILY -
Whitewing [ aunt / adoptive queen / adoptable ]
Badgerpaw [ littermate / adoptable ]
Hickorypaw [ littermate / adoptable ]
Copperpaw [ littermate / adoptable ]
After the loss of her dear mate Jackdawfeather during Redwoodclan's period of starvation, Frostedstorm went into her pregnancy no longer excited to meet their kits. Jackdawfeather was loved by all the clan, and with a heart as large as his, he made sure to feed all that he could before passing in his sleep. Frostedstorm was not so gentle. Like her namesake, Frostedstorm was hard to get along with, and even worse during her pregnancy. Her sister, who was already in the nursery with her own litter, acted as her support system when the queen went into labor.
Without Jackdawfeather, Frostedstorm laid quiet with the two squirming bodies at her belly. A vacant look in her eyes worried the medicine cat, as they pushed borage leaves to help her produce milk. But, in her depressed and starved state, there was no milk to be had. In hopes for the she-cat to recover, the young kits were given to Frostedstorm's sister to be nursed.
Whitewing was the opposite of Frostedstorm, for she loved being a queen more than the air she breathed. Saddened by the fact that Frostedstorm refused to name her kits, she named the all white she-cat, Cottonkit, and the dilute calico, Featherkit. Whitewing had already had her own litter, with each of her kits only being a moon older than the two sisters. Badgerpaw became the tough older brother, who claimed the best napping place, was fed first, and was always 'Badgerstar' during playtime. Hickorykit was the adventurous brother, who always made Badgerkit feel like they were in control, yet was pulling most of the strings of the group. And Copperkit, the quiet brother, who took a liking to Cottonkit at a young age. He, too, was shy, and found comfort in sitting on the sidelines with Cottonpaw.
As moons passed, Whitewing often told the kits stories of their mighty aunt, Frostedstorm. Cottonkit became curious, obsessed even, about the she-cat, unknown to her that Frostedstorm was actually her mother. Frostedstorm, of course, never visited the nursery, due to the immense guilt she felt giving up her only connection to her fallen mate. Whitewing and her had made a promise, that the kits would be hers, and hers alone. While Whitewing hated the fact that she was feeding the kits lies, Frostedstorm pleaded that it was the only way they'd grow up happily.
It wasn't until Cottonkit left the nest to track down Hickorykit and Featherkit that she discovered her mother's dirty secret.
A warrior, who had been dropping prey off to the queens, was in a heated argument with Frostedstorm. "Those kits need to know who their mother is! The warrior growled, which made the white warrior's fur raise. "That isn't of your concern," Frostedstorm hissed back. "It is when they are my nieces and they know nothing of their father! Jackdawfeather wouldn't have wanted this. Cottonkit and Featherkit are of your blood. Act like it!" And with those last, echoing, words, she stomped off. Cottonkit, though still very young, understood half of the meaning. Was Frostedstorm really her mother?
A scent trail of Hickorykit and Featherkit distracted Cottonkit from coming forward, and with a flick of her ear and one last glance at the large, white she-cat, she raced after her nestmates.
The wailing sound of Hickorykit's cries came before the overwhelming foreign scent of cat blood. Cottonkit came to a halt, eyeing her sister's ripped body. "The eagle....it came from the trees....I got it to let her go....b-b-but," Cottonkit could only make out parts of Hickorykit's sobs. "Featherkit....please wake up," she cried, nuzzling the still, bloody body of her sister.
A patrol soon found the kits outside of camp, and held a vigil for Featherkit. Cottonkit wept beside her littermates, and shoved her face into Whitewing's chest. Frostedstorm stood over Featherkit's body the entire night, and refused to move when the Redwoodclan elders came to take the body to its burial place.
A moon passed, gifting Badgerkit and Copperkit their apprentice names. Hickorykit was held back a moon due to his and Featherkit's accident. By this time, Cottonkit had realized the truth; the Frostedstorm was her real mother and that Whitewing was her aunt. It didn't make her feel any differently towards her 'siblings', but made her distant towards Whitewing. The news of Frostedstorm's passing wrecked Whitewing, but didn't faze Cottonkit. The warrior was eager to fight Lichenclan, and lost her life. Had she had any presence in Cottonkit's life, she too would've been mourned like Featherkit.
Another moon passed, bringing Cottonkit and Hickorykit in front of their clan to gain their apprentice names. Now Cottonpaw, the molly pledged her life to her clan, despite knowing what that really means.
SIBLINGS -
OTHER FAMILY -
Whitewing [ aunt / adoptive queen / adoptable ]
Badgerpaw [ littermate / adoptable ]
Hickorypaw [ littermate / adoptable ]
Copperpaw [ littermate / adoptable ]
After the loss of her dear mate Jackdawfeather during Redwoodclan's period of starvation, Frostedstorm went into her pregnancy no longer excited to meet their kits. Jackdawfeather was loved by all the clan, and with a heart as large as his, he made sure to feed all that he could before passing in his sleep. Frostedstorm was not so gentle. Like her namesake, Frostedstorm was hard to get along with, and even worse during her pregnancy. Her sister, who was already in the nursery with her own litter, acted as her support system when the queen went into labor.
Without Jackdawfeather, Frostedstorm laid quiet with the two squirming bodies at her belly. A vacant look in her eyes worried the medicine cat, as they pushed borage leaves to help her produce milk. But, in her depressed and starved state, there was no milk to be had. In hopes for the she-cat to recover, the young kits were given to Frostedstorm's sister to be nursed.
Whitewing was the opposite of Frostedstorm, for she loved being a queen more than the air she breathed. Saddened by the fact that Frostedstorm refused to name her kits, she named the all white she-cat, Cottonkit, and the dilute calico, Featherkit. Whitewing had already had her own litter, with each of her kits only being a moon older than the two sisters. Badgerpaw became the tough older brother, who claimed the best napping place, was fed first, and was always 'Badgerstar' during playtime. Hickorykit was the adventurous brother, who always made Badgerkit feel like they were in control, yet was pulling most of the strings of the group. And Copperkit, the quiet brother, who took a liking to Cottonkit at a young age. He, too, was shy, and found comfort in sitting on the sidelines with Cottonpaw.
As moons passed, Whitewing often told the kits stories of their mighty aunt, Frostedstorm. Cottonkit became curious, obsessed even, about the she-cat, unknown to her that Frostedstorm was actually her mother. Frostedstorm, of course, never visited the nursery, due to the immense guilt she felt giving up her only connection to her fallen mate. Whitewing and her had made a promise, that the kits would be hers, and hers alone. While Whitewing hated the fact that she was feeding the kits lies, Frostedstorm pleaded that it was the only way they'd grow up happily.
It wasn't until Cottonkit left the nest to track down Hickorykit and Featherkit that she discovered her mother's dirty secret.
A warrior, who had been dropping prey off to the queens, was in a heated argument with Frostedstorm. "Those kits need to know who their mother is! The warrior growled, which made the white warrior's fur raise. "That isn't of your concern," Frostedstorm hissed back. "It is when they are my nieces and they know nothing of their father! Jackdawfeather wouldn't have wanted this. Cottonkit and Featherkit are of your blood. Act like it!" And with those last, echoing, words, she stomped off. Cottonkit, though still very young, understood half of the meaning. Was Frostedstorm really her mother?
A scent trail of Hickorykit and Featherkit distracted Cottonkit from coming forward, and with a flick of her ear and one last glance at the large, white she-cat, she raced after her nestmates.
The wailing sound of Hickorykit's cries came before the overwhelming foreign scent of cat blood. Cottonkit came to a halt, eyeing her sister's ripped body. "The eagle....it came from the trees....I got it to let her go....b-b-but," Cottonkit could only make out parts of Hickorykit's sobs. "Featherkit....please wake up," she cried, nuzzling the still, bloody body of her sister.
A patrol soon found the kits outside of camp, and held a vigil for Featherkit. Cottonkit wept beside her littermates, and shoved her face into Whitewing's chest. Frostedstorm stood over Featherkit's body the entire night, and refused to move when the Redwoodclan elders came to take the body to its burial place.
A moon passed, gifting Badgerkit and Copperkit their apprentice names. Hickorykit was held back a moon due to his and Featherkit's accident. By this time, Cottonkit had realized the truth; the Frostedstorm was her real mother and that Whitewing was her aunt. It didn't make her feel any differently towards her 'siblings', but made her distant towards Whitewing. The news of Frostedstorm's passing wrecked Whitewing, but didn't faze Cottonkit. The warrior was eager to fight Lichenclan, and lost her life. Had she had any presence in Cottonkit's life, she too would've been mourned like Featherkit.
Another moon passed, bringing Cottonkit and Hickorykit in front of their clan to gain their apprentice names. Now Cottonpaw, the molly pledged her life to her clan, despite knowing what that really means.
