Smallpaw

Redwoodclan

small tabby she-cat with yellow eyes

Smallpaw is not built like a typical Redwoodclan warrior. In fact, the she-cat is about half the size of the rest of her clan mates and lacks the bulky muscles that most Redwoodclan possess. Like many of her clan mates, Smallpaw is a brown tabby she-cat with a white chest. Her coat is both sleek and thick. Her black tabby stripes swirl from her spine all the way to her underbelly fading away to a cream color. Even her short tail has black rings that go to a black tip.

Smallpaw bores the typical tabby ‘m’ on her forehead. Her face is very narrow, almost petite looking with her small muzzle and large close-set eyes. Her ears are almost too large for her face, giving her a mousy appearance. Her large round eyes are a common yellow color bringing nothing spectacular about them.

Observant - Smallpaw has developed the skill of observation when she was just a kit. Having an overprotected mother that secluded her from her den mates had a hand in this development. Smallpaw spent most of her time simply observing her clan mates from the sidelines being able to pick up on how to read subtle signs allowing her to get a good understanding of what was happening. Which also makes her good at being able to read her clan mates.

Tolerant - Smallpaw is probably one of the most easy-going cats in Redwoodclan. The tabby is not one about being judgmental, but is rather open-minded and accepting towards everyone. Unlike normal cats, Smallpaw never complains about what’s irking her. Instead, the she-cat keeps her emotions bottled up afraid that she might offend others by her opinions.

Introverted - Due to her past, Smallpaw is socially awkward. The she-cat tends to keep to herself, but always welcomes conversation. Worried that she might be bothersome to others, she never initiates them. When she does converse with a larger group, she’s mentally exhausted from it afterwards. For the most part, Smallpaw can be found lounging by herself lazily observing those around her.

Shy - If you had to describe Smallpaw in one word it would be shy. The she-cat tends to stick close to those that she feels comfortable with. Though she tends to stray from conversation, deep down she yearns for it.

Smallkit was born to the elder queen, Fernstep. She was the only kit in the queen’s last litter before retiring to the elder’s den. When she was born many feared that she wouldn’t make it due to her size. This fear made Fernstep protective of Smallkit and kept her under surveillance. The queen kept close to Smallkit and intervened whenever the other den mates got a little too rough with her. Unknowingly, the queen’s actions caused Smallkit to become secluded from the others and to develop poor social skills.

To put it simply, Smallkit grew up lonely. Though her relationship with her mother was strong; she yearned for more. She desired friendships and to socialize with her fellow den mates, but always found herself glued to her mother’s side. Too scared to take that first step.

The first time that Smallkit ever walked into the medicine cat den was around four moons old. One of her den mates got a little too rough and gave the small she-cat a scratch on her shoulder. With the slightest smell of blood had Fernstep herding the kit to Orchidshade's den. Smallkit watched in awe as the medicine cat worked her magic dabbing some salve on the small wound. Before she could fully appreciate the older she-cat at work, her mother brought her back to the queen’s den. One could say this was when Smallkit’s dream was to become the medicine cat apprentice.

At six moons Smallkit was made into an apprentice. Her small body trembled with nerves as the leader called her foreword. A sudden weight seemed to lift from her shoulders as she stepped away from Fernstep’s side and towards Finchstar. She glanced longingly towards the medicine cat den before turning back to the tall figure of Loudstorm to touch noses with him. Sometime dreams just aren’t meant to be.