- Jun 6, 2022
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Accepted! If the joining will be posted IC, please tag Scorchstreak rather than Sunstar! He is confined rip.
🌺 WINDCLAN MASS ADOPTS
- Thread starter WINDCLAN
- Start date
Accepted! If the joining will be posted IC, please tag Scorchstreak rather than Sunstar! He is confined rip.
Litter Title: Celandinepaw's siblings
Name: Sundew ( to be Sundewpaw )
Age: 10 moons
Gender: AMAB, he/they
Appearance: A sleek yet muscled shorthaired blue tom with low white, and pale blue eyes. Bears a variety of scars on his body from his former life as a mouser, including a pair of scars on his left cheek from a surprise rat infestation attack, and several long scars on his left and right sides from a fight with a fellow barn cat. ref.
Personality: Moving easily in between kind and harsh, Sundew tends to take most easily to wearing an expression of neutrality or disdain on his face - even when he isn't feeling particularly annoyed. He has a good heart and works hard for his family, but has little interest in small talk or idle pleasantries, preferring to leave those particular obstacles to his more socially minded siblings. Ideally he wants to put forth an image of someone to be respected but not adored, fearing closeness and the consequences that it could have on him.
Backstory: Chose to stay behind with his other siblings when Celandinepaw went off to Windclan, figuring that life on the moors couldn't be used to the world that he had grown used to in the barn. He also didn't want to leave his other siblings, feeling harshly about how Celandinepaw left them all behind to pursue her own dreams. Has been stuck in between hurt and envy that she's involved in the future that she always wanted. It wasn't until Marigold took off that he followed in hot pursuit, not wanting to be left entirely behind and similarly fearing for Celandinepaw's safety.
Other: Will be a moor runner to balance out the tunneler I already have :evil:
Name: Sundew ( to be Sundewpaw )
Age: 10 moons
Gender: AMAB, he/they
Appearance: A sleek yet muscled shorthaired blue tom with low white, and pale blue eyes. Bears a variety of scars on his body from his former life as a mouser, including a pair of scars on his left cheek from a surprise rat infestation attack, and several long scars on his left and right sides from a fight with a fellow barn cat. ref.
Personality: Moving easily in between kind and harsh, Sundew tends to take most easily to wearing an expression of neutrality or disdain on his face - even when he isn't feeling particularly annoyed. He has a good heart and works hard for his family, but has little interest in small talk or idle pleasantries, preferring to leave those particular obstacles to his more socially minded siblings. Ideally he wants to put forth an image of someone to be respected but not adored, fearing closeness and the consequences that it could have on him.
Backstory: Chose to stay behind with his other siblings when Celandinepaw went off to Windclan, figuring that life on the moors couldn't be used to the world that he had grown used to in the barn. He also didn't want to leave his other siblings, feeling harshly about how Celandinepaw left them all behind to pursue her own dreams. Has been stuck in between hurt and envy that she's involved in the future that she always wanted. It wasn't until Marigold took off that he followed in hot pursuit, not wanting to be left entirely behind and similarly fearing for Celandinepaw's safety.
Other: Will be a moor runner to balance out the tunneler I already have :evil:
- Jun 6, 2022
- 212
- 149
- 43
- 26
Accepted! I think I saw they'd be sharing a joining thread, but just in case that is incorrect please again tag Scorchstreak! :D
Litter Title: Former Barn Cats
Name: Shiverspirit
Age: 26 moons
Gender: AFAB, he/she
Appearance:
Personality:
Backstory: Shiverspirit's background prior to arriving at the barn is a secret he guards ferociously. What is known is that she arrived at the barn shortly before WindClan took refuge there with her pelt still smelling of salt. Taken with the Clan's devotion to each other and their rigid principles, Shiverspirit assisted the rebels through hunting and fighting, joining as soon as the civil war ended. His tiny frame, keen senses, and exacting work ethic made him a shoe-in for tunneling.
Other: <3
Name: Shiverspirit
Age: 26 moons
Gender: AFAB, he/she
Appearance:
- A tiny, wispy - furred cat with a sleek build that falls somewhere between cervine and leonine. His long fur carries a ghostly curled texture, but its thickness is enough to lend it some density, with masses of curls gathering in a faux - mane over her thin chest and neck. Some especially long waves spill in rows of ruffles over her upper back and shoulders, giving her half the appearance of faux wings, finished off with a long tufted tail bearing somewhat of a resemblance to a unicorn. His face is generously feathered by lush fur, spilling over into his distinctive heavy mane . . . but put a paw to it and it can feel as insubstantial as cotton, giving way underpaw to reveal the smallness of her frame.
- Long - bodied and long - legged despite the compactness of his body, she's as tiny as her work demands of her, tufted ears and masses of curls both concealing lean muscle and lending her silhouette some extra padding while still allowing her to fit into the tunnels handily. Loose curls spill over her forehead, framing a heart - shaped face and lending a little extra softness to her oft - unreadable expression. Wearer of a black, silvered tawny, and white chimeric pelt; his darkest pigment only touches her fluffy mane and tail, barely creeping down into her face (I need to block out exact markings and get him cleared for realism). Her body is marbled by winding scars reminiscent of cracked porcelain or veined stone, drawn painstakingly precise, their origin unspoken. Desaturated golden eyes.
- Long - bodied and long - legged despite the compactness of his body, she's as tiny as her work demands of her, tufted ears and masses of curls both concealing lean muscle and lending her silhouette some extra padding while still allowing her to fit into the tunnels handily. Loose curls spill over her forehead, framing a heart - shaped face and lending a little extra softness to her oft - unreadable expression. Wearer of a black, silvered tawny, and white chimeric pelt; his darkest pigment only touches her fluffy mane and tail, barely creeping down into her face (I need to block out exact markings and get him cleared for realism). Her body is marbled by winding scars reminiscent of cracked porcelain or veined stone, drawn painstakingly precise, their origin unspoken. Desaturated golden eyes.
- A polite and respectful cat who is defined by his rigid principles, unwavering faith, and strict black - and - white morality. Once her devoutness was directed at some unspoken deity, but as of recent moons, it has been firmly directed towards StarClan. Strong of character and unmoving in his values, she flatly refuses to waver from them to please others; unwilling to stray from her unbending principles for the sake of friend or enemy, she can easily butt heads with those who diagree. While polite and respectful ( there's almost something chivalrous about his rigid adherence to hierarchy and custom ), she is not the most socially adept; as direct with his words as he is with his actions, she spares nobody's feelings. You'll be informed that you've fucked up with the same simple candor with which she delivers admiration or compliments.
- His role has eternally been that of an older sibling, a protector, a guardian, but also a punisher. She wields her morality like a bladed weapon, and whether it meets the yield of an easily influenced mind or the well - galvanized rigidity of a guarded one matters little to Shiverspirit. Though her intentions are honest and pure, if warped by things unspoken, he's easy to dismiss as a proselytizer or a maddened cat; further conversation will lead to an eager expounding, one that can reveal their genuine and honorable intentions. For one who will easily assume the role of a physical caretaker, she tends to lack as an emotional one; if you need food or water or your pelt washed ( or extra paws on deck for dawn patrol ), he's your cat . . . but if you want comfort, consolation, or empathy, you're better off looking elsewhere.
- Her tongue is as sharp as her principles, and she's not one to decline some debate or banter; gallant knight errant that she is, for all her preaching, he's still a friendly soul at heart, if rather disconnected from his Clanmates. Behavior she finds condemnable or amusing but unworthy of true punishment will be met with smart remarks.
- Briefly a barn cat, her past before that undisclosed, she feels a great debt to WindClan ( although it was she who helped them during the rebellion ) and a fascination with its well - organized customs and rules. A creature of habit and obedience, Shiverspirit has taken to the Clans like a fish to water, her half - blackened heart firmly pleged to Sunstar. A devotedly hard worker quick to adapt to the dark world of the tunnels, she is as punishing ( if not more so ) in her standards for herself as she is with her Clanmates. Protection is her aim, in whatever form it takes . . . and if that means cruelty to protect her Clanmates from themselves, so be it.
- Unwilling or unable to speak of the sprawling path of her short life which has suffused her with such vigorous devotion, the only hint is the last wisps of salt - scent on her pelt when she first met WindClan during the rebellion, a fact easily overlooked in the chaos. Inquiries into her life prior will bring little answer, a quick dismissal; repeated efforts will only invite something near to aggression. Also a hint is her difficult adjustment to the relative lack of violence in her new home . . . used to punishing her " siblings ", as she's apt to call Clanmates, with raised claw as much as sharp tongue, it has taken training to dissuade her from striking those she perceives as having sinned.
- Actually takes a great, if well - hidden, pleasure in the affections of others. Always the caretaker, he is tacitly unused to being the cared - for; his longing for protection, affection, the ability to drop his ever - present guard is one so well - masked she herself has long forgotten it even exists. Enjoys being taken care of, having his fur cared for, bathing in warm water, sharing fresh - kill, games and spars, physical touch, and other such gestures of simple affection; in a similar vein, he has long hidden it and treated it as sinful to the point that she outright rejects such activities ( for the most part, anyways ).
- His role has eternally been that of an older sibling, a protector, a guardian, but also a punisher. She wields her morality like a bladed weapon, and whether it meets the yield of an easily influenced mind or the well - galvanized rigidity of a guarded one matters little to Shiverspirit. Though her intentions are honest and pure, if warped by things unspoken, he's easy to dismiss as a proselytizer or a maddened cat; further conversation will lead to an eager expounding, one that can reveal their genuine and honorable intentions. For one who will easily assume the role of a physical caretaker, she tends to lack as an emotional one; if you need food or water or your pelt washed ( or extra paws on deck for dawn patrol ), he's your cat . . . but if you want comfort, consolation, or empathy, you're better off looking elsewhere.
- Her tongue is as sharp as her principles, and she's not one to decline some debate or banter; gallant knight errant that she is, for all her preaching, he's still a friendly soul at heart, if rather disconnected from his Clanmates. Behavior she finds condemnable or amusing but unworthy of true punishment will be met with smart remarks.
- Briefly a barn cat, her past before that undisclosed, she feels a great debt to WindClan ( although it was she who helped them during the rebellion ) and a fascination with its well - organized customs and rules. A creature of habit and obedience, Shiverspirit has taken to the Clans like a fish to water, her half - blackened heart firmly pleged to Sunstar. A devotedly hard worker quick to adapt to the dark world of the tunnels, she is as punishing ( if not more so ) in her standards for herself as she is with her Clanmates. Protection is her aim, in whatever form it takes . . . and if that means cruelty to protect her Clanmates from themselves, so be it.
- Unwilling or unable to speak of the sprawling path of her short life which has suffused her with such vigorous devotion, the only hint is the last wisps of salt - scent on her pelt when she first met WindClan during the rebellion, a fact easily overlooked in the chaos. Inquiries into her life prior will bring little answer, a quick dismissal; repeated efforts will only invite something near to aggression. Also a hint is her difficult adjustment to the relative lack of violence in her new home . . . used to punishing her " siblings ", as she's apt to call Clanmates, with raised claw as much as sharp tongue, it has taken training to dissuade her from striking those she perceives as having sinned.
- Actually takes a great, if well - hidden, pleasure in the affections of others. Always the caretaker, he is tacitly unused to being the cared - for; his longing for protection, affection, the ability to drop his ever - present guard is one so well - masked she herself has long forgotten it even exists. Enjoys being taken care of, having his fur cared for, bathing in warm water, sharing fresh - kill, games and spars, physical touch, and other such gestures of simple affection; in a similar vein, he has long hidden it and treated it as sinful to the point that she outright rejects such activities ( for the most part, anyways ).
Other: <3
Litter Title: Celandinepaw's Siblings
Name: Willow
Age: 10 moons
Gender: Trans tom, he/they
Appearance: A tall, longhaired lilac torbie tom with wispy fur and high white and pale blue eyes. Despite his height, they consistently try to make themselves seem as small as he possibly can, especially in the face of strangers.
Personality: Introverted to his core, and hesitant to even speak to other cats who aren't his immediate family. Willow has found that he struggles to make friends, and also that he struggles to reach out to others. He'd rather be ignored and stay in the background, where he's most comfortable, than to try to strike up a conversation. Anyone taking an interest in him will have to deal with someone who can barely force their words out and who stumbles, awkwardly, through any conversation. Despite that, and his more anxious nature, he does love his siblings dearly.
Backstory: Was reluctant to leave the farm when his other siblings did- was also, however, more scared to be left behind. Will be a bit later than the rest.
Other:
accepted!! we look forward to seeing him around <3
Litter Title: Celandinepaw's Siblings
Name: Willow
Age: 10 moons
Gender: Trans tom, he/they
Appearance: A tall, longhaired lilac torbie tom with wispy fur and high white and pale blue eyes. Despite his height, they consistently try to make themselves seem as small as he possibly can, especially in the face of strangers.
Personality: Introverted to his core, and hesitant to even speak to other cats who aren't his immediate family. Willow has found that he struggles to make friends, and also that he struggles to reach out to others. He'd rather be ignored and stay in the background, where he's most comfortable, than to try to strike up a conversation. Anyone taking an interest in him will have to deal with someone who can barely force their words out and who stumbles, awkwardly, through any conversation. Despite that, and his more anxious nature, he does love his siblings dearly.
Backstory: Was reluctant to leave the farm when his other siblings did- was also, however, more scared to be left behind. Will be a bit later than the rest.
Other:
Litter Title: Ravencry x NPC
Name: Galekit
Age: 2 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Appearance: A short haired tortoiseshell smoke with amber eyes
Personality: Galekit is a very proud kit, always striving for perfection. She always has to be in charge, and she everything has to go exactly the way she wants it to. She doesn't believe in failure. If she has to, she will work herself dry just to make sure she i flawless at absolutely everything. She's not willing to accept a single strand of fur out of place. And if things don't go her way, she will make them go her way.
Backstory: Honestly not much to go off of on history, given she is only 2 moons old
Other:
Name: Galekit
Age: 2 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Appearance: A short haired tortoiseshell smoke with amber eyes
Personality: Galekit is a very proud kit, always striving for perfection. She always has to be in charge, and she everything has to go exactly the way she wants it to. She doesn't believe in failure. If she has to, she will work herself dry just to make sure she i flawless at absolutely everything. She's not willing to accept a single strand of fur out of place. And if things don't go her way, she will make them go her way.
Backstory: Honestly not much to go off of on history, given she is only 2 moons old
Other:
Hiii i saw that there was a snabie back on the market :3... dont mind if i snatch
Litter Title: Snakehiss x Berrysnap
Name: Rosepaw
Age: 7 moons (? i think.)
Gender: cisfem she/her
Appearance: SH tortoiseshell with low white + amber eyes. Small and slim, a very windclan-shaped girl ! She is a dark tortie, mostly black with a light dusting of ginger and small white patches, and candle-lit amber eyes.
Personality: Softspoken, cowardly, deferential, obedient, gullible, pious, judgmental, resentful.
Backstory: Rosepaw was a quiet kitten that turned into a well-behaved, if somewhat unimpressive apprentice. She listened very closely to the stories her father told her about their family, Starclan, and their generational connection to the moors, but could not find the courage to join him in dishonor when he was ousted from the clan. She is quite shy and now finds most of her comfort blending into the background of Windclan, but secretly has childish fantasies about being queen of the moors and reinstating Snakehiss's honor. Nowadays she seems to have found quite a bit of comfort in her belief in Starclan, and has been making small efforts to find some friends amongst her peers
Other: i have a playlist and a pinterest board made for her character concept hehe
Litter Title: Snakehiss x Berrysnap
Name: Rosepaw
Age: 7 moons (? i think.)
Gender: cisfem she/her
Appearance: SH tortoiseshell with low white + amber eyes. Small and slim, a very windclan-shaped girl ! She is a dark tortie, mostly black with a light dusting of ginger and small white patches, and candle-lit amber eyes.
Personality: Softspoken, cowardly, deferential, obedient, gullible, pious, judgmental, resentful.
Backstory: Rosepaw was a quiet kitten that turned into a well-behaved, if somewhat unimpressive apprentice. She listened very closely to the stories her father told her about their family, Starclan, and their generational connection to the moors, but could not find the courage to join him in dishonor when he was ousted from the clan. She is quite shy and now finds most of her comfort blending into the background of Windclan, but secretly has childish fantasies about being queen of the moors and reinstating Snakehiss's honor. Nowadays she seems to have found quite a bit of comfort in her belief in Starclan, and has been making small efforts to find some friends amongst her peers
Other: i have a playlist and a pinterest board made for her character concept hehe
Litter Title: celandinepaw's siblings
Name: daisypaw
Age: 12 moons (was told by juice)
Gender: cis female
Appearance: cryptic blue tortie with pale green eyes
Personality: solemn, well-mannered, chivalrous, duty-bound, responsible, caring
Backstory: the life of a mouser left her feeling restless, celandinepaw's tales having awakened a thirst for adventure and nobility within her heart. she followed close behind marigoldpaw when she felt that celandinepaw was in trouble, unwilling to stand by and let something terrible befall her sister.
Other: tempest told me there was a slot that reopened?
Name: daisypaw
Age: 12 moons (was told by juice)
Gender: cis female
Appearance: cryptic blue tortie with pale green eyes
Personality: solemn, well-mannered, chivalrous, duty-bound, responsible, caring
Backstory: the life of a mouser left her feeling restless, celandinepaw's tales having awakened a thirst for adventure and nobility within her heart. she followed close behind marigoldpaw when she felt that celandinepaw was in trouble, unwilling to stand by and let something terrible befall her sister.
Other: tempest told me there was a slot that reopened?
Are adoptions still open for Snakehiss x Berrysnap? Just double checking, a few ppl have made forums and it looked like they were accepted
Yippie! Thank you :) Just wanted to double check
Litter Title: SnakehissXBerrysnap
Name:Cricketpaw
Age:7 moons
Gender:AFAB (she/her)
Appearance:
Pure black molly with a short tail that ends in a point and amber eyes
↪ An almost comically small apprentice covered in more fluff then fur, Cricket's larger then life personality seems to be an attempt to make up for her lack in height. Adding to any laughs, her paws are larger then most, and lead to her arrival being heralded by... well herself. This is something she hopes she'll grow into, but for now it makes catching moss balls easy, and running a little hard. Her eyes are bright amber, and almost always seem to be stretched as big as they can get almost like she's trying to drink in everything around her.
Personality:
PERSONALITY — SLYTHERPUFF — TRUE NEUTRAL
In short, Cricket is a kind cat who simply wanted to find her place in wind clan but never allowed herself to. She amplified all of the negative aspects of herself to be accepted, and might lose herself in the process.
✩ Perfectionist || Personable Cricket is very naive and trusting - or at least she appears that way.
↪ Cricket , the meek daughter of Snakehiss and that one cat. Cricket , the little kit whose name is to big and mean for her personality. Cricket , who, try as she might, wins at moss ball but fails at everything else. Cricket , who is friendly and kind and someone who goes out of their way to make others smile. Cricket , who at some point, started to act that way in order to keep sympathy. Maybe it started because she felt left out, maybe it started because she wanted to be accepted, whatever the reason Cricket has created a persona that she uses to navigate the social battlefield. It helps that she genuinely not an apt fighter and not as coordinated as her peers; however most of everything else has been, at least, a little exegerated. Prioritizing strategy and conversation as her main skills, Cricket makes use of her persona to 'strike' cats emotionally with the aim of gathering secrets and friendships she can use later on.
↪ As the daughter of a well known once-was traitor and a full-blown traitor, both of which held important positions, Cricket is keenly aware of the eyes on her. Those that aren't to sure of where her loyalities lie simply because of her blood. They aren't wrong to question her, mind you, she just hates the reason they do. She knows she is to behave a certain way. Breathe at a certain pace, express joy here, empathize there. She feels emotion, but knows it is best to hide everything that is messy. She feels as though her family cannot afford a slip up. No questions to her loyality, even as a kit. Just like how others keep an ear out for prey, Cricket keeps an ear out for gossip. Which apprentices would be best to befriend? Which is okay to push around? What would gain her advantage? And most importantly - how does the clan perceive her and her family? She does all she can to preserve her innocent and kind persona, and keeps a tight lid on her real opions of other cats. Quick to judge others for any behavior she deems 'brute', 'boarish', or otherwise 'un-acceptable' she will go out of her way to use that cat's actions as a guideline of what not to do, and might even go so far as to 'accidentally' mess the other cat up.
✩ Protective || Manipulative
✩ Vain || Hardworking
✩ Positive Traits:
- generous - snarky - sarcastic - stubborn - critical thinker
✩ Negative Traits:
- vengeful - tit for tat - can't say no - hopeless romantic - vain
Backstory: Cricket was a wildly opinionated child. Always talking, always judging and letting those know that they were judged. I'd like to play ICly (backwritten) the moment where she realizes that people pleasing gets her what she wants - her clan's approval and by extension her parent's approval. Driven to not be like Rosepaw or any of her other siblings, Cricket does her best to work her way into being 'useful' to the clan. She holds no real loyalty to the clan, just her parents and their beliefs.
Other: Stinky little mam
Litter Title: SnakehissXBerrysnap
Name:Cricketpaw
Age:7 moons
Gender:AFAB (she/her)
Appearance:
Pure black molly with a short tail that ends in a point and amber eyes
↪ An almost comically small apprentice covered in more fluff then fur, Cricket's larger then life personality seems to be an attempt to make up for her lack in height. Adding to any laughs, her paws are larger then most, and lead to her arrival being heralded by... well herself. This is something she hopes she'll grow into, but for now it makes catching moss balls easy, and running a little hard. Her eyes are bright amber, and almost always seem to be stretched as big as they can get almost like she's trying to drink in everything around her.
Personality:
PERSONALITY — SLYTHERPUFF — TRUE NEUTRAL
In short, Cricket is a kind cat who simply wanted to find her place in wind clan but never allowed herself to. She amplified all of the negative aspects of herself to be accepted, and might lose herself in the process.
✩ Perfectionist || Personable Cricket is very naive and trusting - or at least she appears that way.
↪ Cricket , the meek daughter of Snakehiss and that one cat. Cricket , the little kit whose name is to big and mean for her personality. Cricket , who, try as she might, wins at moss ball but fails at everything else. Cricket , who is friendly and kind and someone who goes out of their way to make others smile. Cricket , who at some point, started to act that way in order to keep sympathy. Maybe it started because she felt left out, maybe it started because she wanted to be accepted, whatever the reason Cricket has created a persona that she uses to navigate the social battlefield. It helps that she genuinely not an apt fighter and not as coordinated as her peers; however most of everything else has been, at least, a little exegerated. Prioritizing strategy and conversation as her main skills, Cricket makes use of her persona to 'strike' cats emotionally with the aim of gathering secrets and friendships she can use later on.
↪ As the daughter of a well known once-was traitor and a full-blown traitor, both of which held important positions, Cricket is keenly aware of the eyes on her. Those that aren't to sure of where her loyalities lie simply because of her blood. They aren't wrong to question her, mind you, she just hates the reason they do. She knows she is to behave a certain way. Breathe at a certain pace, express joy here, empathize there. She feels emotion, but knows it is best to hide everything that is messy. She feels as though her family cannot afford a slip up. No questions to her loyality, even as a kit. Just like how others keep an ear out for prey, Cricket keeps an ear out for gossip. Which apprentices would be best to befriend? Which is okay to push around? What would gain her advantage? And most importantly - how does the clan perceive her and her family? She does all she can to preserve her innocent and kind persona, and keeps a tight lid on her real opions of other cats. Quick to judge others for any behavior she deems 'brute', 'boarish', or otherwise 'un-acceptable' she will go out of her way to use that cat's actions as a guideline of what not to do, and might even go so far as to 'accidentally' mess the other cat up.
✩ Protective || Manipulative
✩ Vain || Hardworking
✩ Positive Traits:
- generous - snarky - sarcastic - stubborn - critical thinker
✩ Negative Traits:
- vengeful - tit for tat - can't say no - hopeless romantic - vain
Backstory: Cricket was a wildly opinionated child. Always talking, always judging and letting those know that they were judged. I'd like to play ICly (backwritten) the moment where she realizes that people pleasing gets her what she wants - her clan's approval and by extension her parent's approval. Driven to not be like Rosepaw or any of her other siblings, Cricket does her best to work her way into being 'useful' to the clan. She holds no real loyalty to the clan, just her parents and their beliefs.
Other: Stinky little mam
Litter Title: snakehiss x berrysnap
Name: laurelkit > laurelpaw > ???
Age: 12 moons
Gender: demigirl, she/they
Appearance: shorthaired tortoiseshell with low white and green eyes
Personality: practical, reliable, compassionate, sensitive, reserved, stern, persistent, stubborn, deceptive, abrasive, uncertain
— laurelpaw is fiery, bullheaded, and wouldn't dream of backing down from anything in the world. she isn't driven by receiving praise so much as the idea of fulfilling a purpose, which she feels is proving herself at any and all cost. laurelpaw truly just wants to feel as if anything she does matters in the face of the realization of her life's capricious nature, with the only certainty being eventual trouble and loss. she's grown to be often overeager, overbearing, and truly believing at times that she knows better than those around her, even going so far as to feel comfortable with announcing as such. she's often spurned into making announcements of herself and accepting challenges that are grandiose and entirely incompatible with her actual skill or experience. at her core, she has a desire to help that is far greater than any desire to harm, as much as her attitude makes it seem otherwise. she often finds herself feeling bad for her actions, even when a proper apology is rare when coming from her. though, despite whatever good intent she holds, she inevitably finds herself troubled when put on the spot and suddenly confronted with her uncertainty, and is prone to making the wrong split-second choices under the pressure of both her own expectations, and the perceived expectations of others.
being abrasive has never been something laurelpaw enjoys — she will always know deep down that she must be doing something wrong — but it won't be a trait she knows how to grow from, either. the only clear way is forward, continuing with the same guiding light, lest she become even further lost in any turbulence she runs into in her life. laurelpaw is not made of stone, and never will be, but she puts great effort into looking that way.
it would be easy to simply write her off as cold-hearted — and she wouldn't be surprised at those who did — but laurelpaw is far more than this, despite her seeming insistence to keep everyone convinced of the opposite. on the contrary to whatever demeanor she takes, she is, deep down, afraid: afraid of losing more, of being wrong, while knowing that it will happen again all the same. like shadows running deep within river waters, her troubles are concealed, but they are still very much there, and they threaten to suck her under the surface in any moment of weakness.
Backstory: laurelpaw's beginning is a troubled one, but she spends her early days living in spite of it, playing and exploring and acting generally as others her age would. it's just obvious from the very start that she's not the biggest fan of busy places or having lots of attention leveled on her, the kit instead being partial to spending her time either by herself, or with a sibling or, even rarer, a friend. despite this, she is as friendly as she could be; if asked, she would say she loves her family (despite her upbringing style), her friends, and her home, and finds little to worry about.
her fathers exile changes everything. for the first time her her life, her insecurities truly hurt; who is she, in the eyes of her peers? daughter of traitors? an unworthy windclanner? a liability? the stars have no answers for her, and she fears what she may hear if she asks another; and so, on the cusp of her apprenticeship, she promises herself: she will become their greatest warrior, better than anyone that dares to question her, and she will prove everyone wrong. she has stubbornly stuck to this since then, to the potential annoyance of everyone around her.
Other: :3
Name: laurelkit > laurelpaw > ???
Age: 12 moons
Gender: demigirl, she/they
Appearance: shorthaired tortoiseshell with low white and green eyes
Personality: practical, reliable, compassionate, sensitive, reserved, stern, persistent, stubborn, deceptive, abrasive, uncertain
— laurelpaw is fiery, bullheaded, and wouldn't dream of backing down from anything in the world. she isn't driven by receiving praise so much as the idea of fulfilling a purpose, which she feels is proving herself at any and all cost. laurelpaw truly just wants to feel as if anything she does matters in the face of the realization of her life's capricious nature, with the only certainty being eventual trouble and loss. she's grown to be often overeager, overbearing, and truly believing at times that she knows better than those around her, even going so far as to feel comfortable with announcing as such. she's often spurned into making announcements of herself and accepting challenges that are grandiose and entirely incompatible with her actual skill or experience. at her core, she has a desire to help that is far greater than any desire to harm, as much as her attitude makes it seem otherwise. she often finds herself feeling bad for her actions, even when a proper apology is rare when coming from her. though, despite whatever good intent she holds, she inevitably finds herself troubled when put on the spot and suddenly confronted with her uncertainty, and is prone to making the wrong split-second choices under the pressure of both her own expectations, and the perceived expectations of others.
being abrasive has never been something laurelpaw enjoys — she will always know deep down that she must be doing something wrong — but it won't be a trait she knows how to grow from, either. the only clear way is forward, continuing with the same guiding light, lest she become even further lost in any turbulence she runs into in her life. laurelpaw is not made of stone, and never will be, but she puts great effort into looking that way.
it would be easy to simply write her off as cold-hearted — and she wouldn't be surprised at those who did — but laurelpaw is far more than this, despite her seeming insistence to keep everyone convinced of the opposite. on the contrary to whatever demeanor she takes, she is, deep down, afraid: afraid of losing more, of being wrong, while knowing that it will happen again all the same. like shadows running deep within river waters, her troubles are concealed, but they are still very much there, and they threaten to suck her under the surface in any moment of weakness.
Backstory: laurelpaw's beginning is a troubled one, but she spends her early days living in spite of it, playing and exploring and acting generally as others her age would. it's just obvious from the very start that she's not the biggest fan of busy places or having lots of attention leveled on her, the kit instead being partial to spending her time either by herself, or with a sibling or, even rarer, a friend. despite this, she is as friendly as she could be; if asked, she would say she loves her family (despite her upbringing style), her friends, and her home, and finds little to worry about.
her fathers exile changes everything. for the first time her her life, her insecurities truly hurt; who is she, in the eyes of her peers? daughter of traitors? an unworthy windclanner? a liability? the stars have no answers for her, and she fears what she may hear if she asks another; and so, on the cusp of her apprenticeship, she promises herself: she will become their greatest warrior, better than anyone that dares to question her, and she will prove everyone wrong. she has stubbornly stuck to this since then, to the potential annoyance of everyone around her.
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