DEWPAW

LICHENCLAN

A graceful smoky she-cat with light hazel eyes

A diminutive silver she-cat at first glance, she is lanky and lithe underneath all the mass of feathery fur she possesses. Proud of her fur, she might be a little too vain about her appearance and keeps them well groomed whenever she can. Lightweight, she easily zooms through the landscape on her feet with precision to navigate the terrain with her long legs. Her fur appears like speckled stones, helping her easily blend against rocky terrains. It is smooth to the touch, feeling more wispy than being thick pelted. Her tail appears dramatically long, stressed by the long feathery ends thanks to her fur length. She uses her tail to balance through her travels through the uneven terrain of the caverns, Not apparent at first glance, but she possesses light scratch scarring and one gash scar on her left hind leg from slipping off some stones during her little reckless winter adventuring for trying to catch a shrike but failing.

With eyes of light hazel, bright with inquisition, eagerness to learn, and the penchant for hungrily hoarding information, she seems to peer at everything with the utmost focus. While her eyes are stunning of itself, her facial shape is also peculiar to itself - being flatter than most with a short muzzle.

“Why?”


It was the first word uttered by the little she-cat, which continued to carry through her life so far to solidify her inquisitive nature. While being inquisitive isn’t a fault as it displays a desire to learn, but she takes it far and asks the reason for everything new to her to desire the answers behind every minor thing. She’s highly curious to a fault, lusting after knowledge and philosophy to bloat her mind with these ideas to hoard for herself. She uses this knowledge to become combative in her words if someone challenges her ideals and philosophy, asking for their burden of proof on why things are the way they are. She can’t seem to just take a simple answer to be satisfactory, always aiming for lengthy conversations to gain more information. For a LichenClan member, she’s vain with her appearance, desiring to keep her beauty maintained as much as possible. She takes great offense if she ends up with another scar, but such as it is life, she learned to accept that they may get inflicted on her and she needs to take better care of herself when she does. To hide this fault of hers that would not fly in her reserved clan, she is duplicitous and hides parts of her to survive in her clan. She knows when to back down and act as a devout member of LichenClan, ceasing her questions when some answers don’t meet her quota and pretending she understood the reasons and acts with the flow. She detests following orders without a principled reason, but she puts on a mask just to seem like any ordinary cat in her clan.

Not everything is negative about this little one, as she is understanding and gentle in mind if you get past her combative and reckless side. Considering the others’ feelings, she keeps her mind open and listens. Be it something conflicting with her beliefs or something troubling the individual, she takes it all in and aims to bring up a conversation to settle an understanding and bring up connections. She is compassionate towards others in that way, wanting to be the one to console and be an ear when no one else could. For a glutton for knowledge, she possesses a warm heart, even for the wary stranger that speaks with her to vent something about their lives. Highly protective of those close to her, she makes it her mission to keep them safe even if it’s at the cost of being injured and damaging her appearance that she cherishes so much.

Born to a single queen named Ternfeather that had her as the last litter as the rest were stillborns, the little kit never found who her father was. Ternfeather was an elderly queen, a little vain with her appearance and discreetly flirtatious if needed. Named Dewkit for her small size and silver fur, Dewkit did not have a lot of other kits to play with and always pestered her aged mother. Every time she grew bored, she would constantly chime up to ask something to her mother, who would only grow annoyed by the desperate kit wanting to do something instead of sleeping. Talking gave her something entertaining to do, which only fostered her need to ask questions and discuss anything, since she was a single kit without a father and only had an old mother at her side. Ternfeather was a devout member of LichenClan, but always had trouble wrangling in Dewkit whenever she would always figure out a rebuttal and constantly ask questions whenever her mother was trying to teach her something.

Dewkit enjoyed listening to Ternfeather even if they had their disagreements, loved listening about the stories about the elderly queen’s youthful days, battles, and picking up toms. She would enjoy it more whenever the queen would vent about her age, even if she did not understand it truly, she enjoyed giving encouraging words of sympathy for her elderly mother who learned that her kit wasn’t always some raging heathen sent from the Dark Forest.

Near the end of her third month, Ternfeather was growing weaker and could no longer take care of her own kit. The elderly queen had to retire to the Elder’s den, and Dewkit faced her baptism alone in fear. She learned to dislike the customs the clan held, nitpicking everything internally while learning that it wasn’t acceptable. Packing down her frustrations and distaste for upholding StarClan as the most important, she silently felt that it was not fair as she always seemed to get the “short end of the stick,” all the while not understanding why they had to view everyone else as “heathens.” She internally doubted herself without the reassurance of her mother, wondering if she was a heathen herself, hiding among the ranks of the most devoted and only pretending.

Self loathing crept up around her in due time. Spite in her own life, her broken family where the only cat that mattered was taking one step into StarClan already, and the loneliness she felt when she was just dumped into this clan with no sight of her mother - they all piled up and she had to deal with it when she had became an apprentice. Her mother was nowhere to be seen, having passed away in her sleep when Dewpaw was just six months old.

Without her mother, not knowing her father, and being alone in a clan filled with those that might judge her for her way of thinking, she still shamelessly depended on them to answer her questions now instead of depending on her single parent. Most of the questions now were directed to her mentor, who probably felt annoyed at every little philosophical question inquired. Still, she did her best to seem like a model apprentice, even if she was known as the bee-brain with the hundred questions in LichenClan.