Crowpaw--ThunderClan

[~Kro~]

Name: Crowpaw
Moons: 9 moons
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Gender: She-Cat
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Apprentice
Description:

Crowpaw is a small and very slender she-cat with sharp raw boned features. Her body is slim to the point of looking almost emaciated with narrow hips and abnormally long legs and tail. Her wiry muscles and lithe build make the delicate looking she-cat very fast and flexible with a strange fluid grace that adds an air of nobility that should be hard for a cat of her origin to obtain.
Her coat is short and silky, kept exceptionally neat and well groomed. As her name implies here coloration has a certain crow-like look to it with the glossy black fur that has a strange blue-green shimmer in the sunlight and a rather startling purple hue in the moonlight.
Crowpaw has a neat, narrow face with a slightly pointed muzzle. Her eyes are a very intent pail emerald color with odd turquoise undertones and small ‘veins’ of a darker mossy green extending from the pupils. She has strangely sharp white teeth, which she enjoys flashing at other in a sort of grinning fashion.
Crowpaw is also a polydactyl, having one extra ‘toe’ on each paw.

Personality:

Crowpaw is not usually the sweetest flower on the vine, so to speak. She takes after her infamous mother in more ways then one. She had a ever shortening temper with little tolerance for cats she considers whinny and stupid. She is a very headstrong and determined young cat, often pushing herself until the breaking point just to prove she can. Prideful and arrogant Crowpaw is quick to call anyone out who even hints at being superior to her. She is usually the cause of any kind of disturbance within the clan.
Crowpaw seems to have trouble understanding the idea of clan hierarchy. To her, it would not matter if the leader was an elder or a kit, she would not listen to them either way. Her inherited wit and cocky attitude gets her into trouble when she mouths off to higher ranking cats and ignores their orders. She has to be truly interested in something or have it worded as a challenge for her to fallow the order.
Aside from her obvious aggression towards most other cats Crowpaw can actually be very kind, in a cynical reverse psychology kind of way. It just takes her a while to warm up to others, and they have to be able to put up with her as well. It takes a special kind of cat to keep up with her and not be put off by her constant ‘FIGHT ME NOW!’ personality and still have the courage to tell this prickly she-cat to shut up when she says ‘don’t tough me, help me, or be near me.’

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Likes:
Birds, both watching them fly and eating them.
Fighting
Footwork
Meeting cats from other clans
Nigh time
Her few friends


Dislikes:
Whiners
Having her heritage held against her
Fish
Winter
Being told what to do

Strengths:
Agility
Strange fighting techniques
Wit
Loyal to a fault, though she’d never show it

Weaknesses:
Her size
Can’t resist a challenge
Pride
Over doing it
Thunderstorms

Quarks & Faults:
Crowpaw is prone to snapping randomly and attacking any cat within her reach, though she has become better at controlling this and it rarely happens anymore
She is very sensitive to being teased about her past
She is horrified of the idea of dieing because she does not think StarClan will except her

History:

Born well outside of clan territory to a well known rogue Crowpaw was the only survivor of a litter of three. She was the runt of the litter and the last to be kitted, so how she survived coming into the world in that dank alleyway only StarClan knows. Her mother, Rile, had been disgusted with the pitiful scrap of fur she had given life to and had considered simply burying Crowpaw along with her dead siblings and being done with it. Something in the small black lump of fur must have changed the foul tempered rouge’s mind because the next day Rile dropped her kit off with another nursing queen in the area who took Crowpaw off her mother’s paws in exchange for Rile’s protection and a free peace of fresh kill every now and then.
Crowpaw’s first month or so went rather smoothly as she was raised by the other queen, Meg. Her mother visited her every now and then to see how she was doing, though there was nothing very affectionate about the visits. Along with the absence of her mother, Crowpaw’s potentially peaceful kit-hood was shattered by the other kits she was currently forced to stay with. They teased her about how her mother hated her and was only stopping by to see if she had died yet. Staying true to her mother’s blood, it hadn’t taken long for the black kit to snap. Somehow, the she-kit had managed to get the main cause of her torment, a rather large and well muscled gray kit who had been well liked by his siblings, away from the queen one day and jump him. In the time it took for the tom to yowl Crowpaw had his eye out and was going for his throat. She had been pulled off him before doing anymore damage, yowling and spitting curses, some of which the queen had never heard before.
It hadn’t taken long for the news of Crowpaw attack on the gray kit to reach her mother, never mind all the other rouges in the area. Interested in this turn of events Rile went to check up on her kit, and not a moment too soon either. Mag and several other rogue in the area had gathered and were discussing the fate of the black kit, and seemed to be settling on destroying her for blinding the gray kit in one eye. Rile, of cores, would not allow this, believing that the kit was hers only she had the right to decide such things. So, before things got too out of paw, Rile took her kit and left for the forests she had heard of to the north.
By the time the mother and kit reached the clan cats territory Rile had had enough of being a mother and wanted nothing more to do with her kit. She left the black kit sleeping in the middle of ThunderClan territory one night and never came back. The dawn patrol found little Crowpaw wailing for her mother the next morning and took her back to camp. The queens in the nursery took the little kit in happily and Crowpaw seemed to settle in nicely after being named, doing normal kit things and the like until being apprentices, which is where she is now.

Other:

None at the time

Lover: None at the time

Kin: Rile (mother/deceased now)

Kith: N/a (any takers?)

Theme Song: My Own Enemy -- Thousand Foot Krutch


Role-play Example:

The forest always smelled better after it rained. The fresh clean sent of damp earth and pray sent tingles down the she-cat’s spine as she drew the warm moist air over her sent glands. It was a good day to be hunting, the black apprentice decided silently as she picked up the fresh sent of vole among the undergrowth. It was too bad she had to train at the moment.
“Crowpaw,” A voice interrupted the she-cat’s thoughts. “Pay attention for StarClan’s sake!”
The black apprentice gave an overdramatic sigh and turned to face her mentor. “Then can we get a move on, I want to go hunting before next leaf-bear.” Ignoring her mentors irritated look Crowpaw rushed forwards quickly, then suddenly stopped, crouched, and sprung into the air as her mentor lashed out with a paw. The apprentice landed heavily on the larger cat’s back, drawing a started ‘oomph’ from him, and held on tightly as the warrior stumbled to the side trying to regain his balance. Once the larger cat regained his balance he shook his pelt in an attempt to dislodge his apprentice. Crowpaw growled, fighting to keep her hold on the larger cat and suddenly inspiration hit! The black cat suppressed a yowl of victory as she bit down on the base of her mentors tail, causing the larger cat to yowl suddenly and lurch into motion. Crowpaw squeaked slightly as she tumbled paws over head off her mentor’s back, rolling back up onto her feet quickly and turning to face the her mentor once again. The larger cat shook his pelt off quickly, turning to face his apprentice and give his chest a few licks.
“That was a very good move Crowpaw,” he said calmly, obviously trying to ignore the pain in his tail until it subsided. “I was not expecting that at all.”
The she-cat snorted, sitting down primly and raising a paw. “Do you ever expect anything less from me?” She asked coolly, before giving her paw a quick lick and drawing it over her face to clean away any dust stuck to her fur from her little tumble.

[*Nimbles*]

Accepted.
Very nicely done!

[~Kro~]

Aww, thank you very much.
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