Even given Redwoodclan's exaggerated standards for size, Applepaw could still be considered massive; she'll grow into her father's body, with the broad shoulders, long limbs, and muscle mass to match. For now though, Applepaw currently retains a pleasant softness that is characteristic of youth—her over-sized paws and clinging baby fat a memorandum to her age.

Such proportions, on another molly, may have diminished their femininity to a mere afterthought, but it's undeniable that Applepaw inherited her mother's beauty; the she-cat's pelt is both thick and soft, pluming around her in such a fashion that she is given an aura verging on angelic—her coat's gleaming hues of amber and gold enough to draw the eye of even the most jaded flirt. This sunlit base coloring is ornamented with copper tabby stripes, the lot of which fade into a creamy white upon nearing her chin and underbelly.

Applepaw's face, though wide, is dainty in its arrangement; the she-cat possesses a small, angular muzzle from which flow a series of long, ivory whiskers. In the center of this visage sits a delicately pink nose and a pair of glowing amber eyes—both features an inheritance from her mother.

With a surprisingly graceful mien for one so large, Applepaw possesses an alluring yet imposing air that renders her near impossible to ignore.

A surface level snapshot of Applepaw wouldn't render the molly in the most flattering light. The she-cat is fiery and hot headed, not only quick to anger, but eager to jump to violence as well; her forthright nature manifests in a rather crude way of speaking, ensuring that Applepaw can be quite callous.

She uses her brawn and size to her own selfish advantage, doling out punishment as she sees fit—garnering a reputation for being a bit of a bully in the process. Her upbringing lacked the tempering influence of a mother and, as a result, Applepaw is unpolished and unrefined, but unabashedly herself.

The driving influences behind Applepaw's aggressive tendencies can be traced back to surprising origin: the conscientious desire to do what is right. You see, what has been failed to mention is that the majority of Applepaw's ire is directed at those who prey on the weak and vulnerable—to put this in layman's terms, Applepaw's own bullying targets only other bullies. To those she deems worthy, Applepaw shows a drastically different persona; with the capacity to be sweet and surprisingly sensitive to other's needs, Applepaw wants to do best by those she loves, and shows no end of drive to accomplish this end.

Applepaw's heart is pieced together of glowing embers, warming those who seek aslyum from a cold world, and licking threateningly at the hides of those deserving of her wrath.

Father: Brackenfang
Mother: Amberpelt

Brackenfang was a tom born into war and forged in its violence, inducted into Redwoodclan's ranks of warriors during Heatherstar's reign; he'd lost the majority of his family before he earned his -fang suffix, everything he'd known and loved taken from him by the claws of Lichenclanners. Due to the war induced lack of senior warriors, Brackenfang received his first apprentice shortly after graduating from his training himself, her name was Amberpaw, and she was the glittering jewel of the clan.

With the ritual contact of their noses, Brackenfang was irreversibly smitten; however, not wanting to use his position of power to manipulate the apprentice, he buried said emotions behind an impenetrable wall of thorns. Yet fate has a funny way of persisting in the face of resistance and, shortly after Amberpaw was dubbed Amberpelt, the two became mates per her request.

The pair refused to bring new life into the conflict-filled world they'd come of age in and contented themselves with one another's company for the better part of two years. However, when Amberpelt unexpectedly fell pregnant, she couldn't disguise her joy—the pretty molly practically glowed with excitement at the prospect of kits. Although he kept these sentiments under wraps, Brackenfang didn't share in his mate's enthusiasm; he knew the birthing process was often fatal for slimmer females such as Amberpelt and, truth be told, he was scared shitless of losing her.

Brackenfang's worst fears couldn't have compared to the reality of suffering the loss of his mate.

She passed without so much as a goodbye, leaving Brackenfang alone with a single kit, a she-cat who looked exactly like her mother. His daughter was his last remaining connection to Amberpelt, the apple of his eye, and he named her thus.

Applekit was nursed by a she-cat named Firepelt, but raised primarily by her father. When the time came for Applekit to become a -paw, Brackenfang, terrified of losing the love of his life not once, but twice, insisted her training would only be undertaken by a warrior who could best the grizzled tom himself in battle.