Post by Glowy on Jun 21, 2011 14:01:07 GMT -10
Dovepaw
Name |
Dovepaw
Gender |
She-cat
Age |
Sixteen moons
Rank |
Apprentice
Clan |
FogClan
Beliefs |
Dovepaw definitely acknowledges StarClan. She believes in them as much as anybody can believe in anything. However, she rejects her clan's representation of them. StarClan, to her mind, is not a judgmental pantheon of all-knowing spirits, worthy of ultimate servitude. StarClan should not have powers of condemnation, or of controlling any cat's destiny. Destiny is a choice, and every action deserves forgiveness.
She feels that the Council has twisted StarClan into a shape that they can use to create their ideal society, and that said shape is not true. They've mutated a place of rest into an ultimate dystopia. Their representation of the dearly departed is insulting. She is not certain what StarClan truly is, but she is certain that it cannot possibly be what Volepelt says. If it was, everybody would be condemned to the Dark Forest. All she knows is that what the Council teaches about StarClan terrifies her, and that she needs to find out what They really are.
Parents |
Socks, kittypet, father, NP; Sadie, kittypet, mother, NP.
Siblings |
Sugar/Tinypaw, sister, NP; Vanilla/Swanpaw, sister, NP.
Mate |
Not yet
Crush |
None
Kits |
Not yet
Apprentice/Mentor |
Volepelt
Appearance |
For a tough wildcat, Dovepaw’s build is not very intimidating. It probably has something to do with her kittypet roots. Her shoulders are relatively narrow, and in all she does not look very muscular. She does sport some scars on her shoulders and neck from a fox attack, but they are not very pronounced. Being a FogClan cat, she does have the muscular hind legs that her clanmates share, but even those are only from moons of living in the territory.
Her face has a slightly more triangular shape to it, as do her ears. The fur even comes to little sharp tips on the ends of her ears. These particular traits she inherited from her mother. Her eyes are burning amber. For a long time she played the "I-don't-have-emotions-so-I-can't-have-any-facial-expressions" game, but she has realized how unhealthy that is and can now be seen smiling on occasion. Her eyes are not dead any more.
Dovepaw’s pelt is pretty straightforward, being a solid white. It’s short, like her mother’s, and grows a little bit longer in the winter. Her paws, however, seem to be permanently stained brown from walking in the dirt and playing in the mud. Honestly, if she felt like it a good washing would remove the dirt.
Personality |
Dovepaw is a she-cat with a very low tolerance for stupidity. The two surefire ways to get on her nerves in a flash are to either be "lacking in common courtesy," as she likes to put it, or to be a complete pansy. You see, Dovepaw is a very headstrong and brave little she-cat. She finds it difficult to get along with cats who do not also share those personality traits.
Reputations are very important to Dovepaw, namely her own reputation. If someone thinks badly of her and she finds out about it she will do everything in her power to correct it. That is, she will do everything in her power up to a certain point. If she deems the situation hopeless or no longer worth her efforts, she'll drop it.
Dovepaw is actually a very quiet spoken she-cat. She has her opinions and, yes, she can snap at others at times, but that is only after they have pushed her to the absolute edge of her patience. Most of the time she prefers to endure the "stupidity" or "barbarism" of her current company and later transfer that frustration into her training.
Despite the fact that Dovepaw seems to be a very cold she-cat, she has a warm, caring side that few cats get to see very much of. She has a deep concern for the well-being of others. In fact, it is rumored that at times Dovepaw may display genuine tenderness for another living being. However, she tends to keep this side of herself bottled up. It would not be very proper of her to go around throwing her sympathies and attentions on every cat she met, would it? She also fears that if she exhibited her softer side to very many cats, it would leave her weak, vulnerable, and a laughingstock in the eyes of the Clan.
Dovepaw, as you may have gathered by now, is not a very social kitty. To become her friend, you really have to be something special. Once you befriend Dovepaw, you've got yourself a loyal, constant companion who will stand up for you even in the face of impending doom. Dovepaw, given the right situation, is a very brave young she-cat and is not by any means to be underestimated.
Skills |
Thanks to her large ears and sensitive nose, Dovepaw is extremely skilled in tracking. Her fighting prowess is nonexistent. She has a moment of brilliance every so often, but mostly... let's just say that "mediocre" would be a compliment. FogClan training has not led to her being effective in battle. She can protect herself until reinforcements come. If they come.
History |
Dovepaw was born into the luxurious life of a pampered kittypet. She lived in a large house with her two sisters named Vanilla and Sugar. Dovepaw was named Marshmallow, a fact that sometimes led to ridicule from Vanilla. She didn't think much of it, though. Marshmallow got along quite well with her siblings, although she was always very protective of Sugar.
Marshmallow didn't like her life as a kittypet, contrary to the feelings of her siblings. She always felt hindered by the walls that towered above her. One day she decided to lead an expedition outside of the house, though Sugar and Vanilla only wanted to stay on the porch. Their owners ended up unwittingly locking them out of the house. Marshmallow was ecstatic. Now they could have a real adventure!
She led her siblings into the forest behind the house, and they made beds out of ferns. Marshmallow wanted to go exploring the area, but only partially to make sure it was safe, which was the reason she gave to Sugar and Vanilla. She really wanted to go have some fun, maybe catch a beetle or two.
Sugar was begging her not to leave. Marshmallow rolled her eyes. Sometimes Sugar could be so clingy. Hey, wait! Was Sugar really latched onto her leg?
"No, don't go! What if you get lost? We'll never see you again!" Sugar was wailing now. Marshmallow sighed and licked her brother on the forehead. She promised that she would be right back. How confusing could the forest be, anyway?
"I'll see you soon," she mewed before trotting off into the gloom. Marshmallow cast one last glance over her shoulder. Sugar was throwing mournful cries at the sky, and Vanilla was staring straight at the spot she'd disappeared to. Could she really leave them like this? Yes, she had to. If she turned back now, she'd seem weak. As much as it tore her apart, Marshmallow kept on walking through this new home that now seemed like more of a threat than an adventure.
Needless to say, Marshmallow had managed to get herself thoroughly lost by the time ten minutes had passed. Now that she was alone, she found herself feeling something that she'd never felt before. She was afraid for herself more than she was for her siblings. Any sound that she heard was suddenly a monster coming to attack her. Marshmallow didn't let the fear beat her, though. She needed to be strong.
She managed to develop some fairly decent tracking skills in the next few months. After three months, the clans came to the forest. At first Marshmallow was frightened of them; they were all so big and strong. They looked like they could shred her pelt in a heartbeat if they felt like it. Once she joined FogClan, however, she started to warm up to the strange cats who had given her a safer home than she could have achieved by herself.
She was given the name Dovepaw for her white pelt, and she has worked hard to make herself a strong warrior of her clan ever since. She still wonders about her siblings. She hopes that they too have found someplace safe to live, even if it isn't with the clans. As much as Dovepaw hates to admit it, she still misses them, and Vanilla in particular.
During her time in FogClan, she has had three mentors. The first, Mousenose, taught her to stand up for herself. They had a good relationship. She admired his gentleness, although she found herself frustrated quite frequently with his inability to stand up for himself. This attribute was never more apparant than when the pair of them were attacked by a fox during a training exercise, and she was forced to try and fight it off by herself before he even swiped a claw. He came and saw her every day while she was recovering- the poor tom had nothing else to do with his time- but he left the clan with Owlstar and has not been heard from since.
The second, Smokefur, tried to protect her from the effects of Mistpelt's regime by hardening her mind. During a grave, life-shattering misunderstanding between himself and Volepelt, Smokefur lost his warrior status and his mentorship of Dovepaw. Volepelt took up Dovepaw's training himself. She had always been a troublesome one, and her mentors had done nothing to train her in the ways of their clan, so he saw it as his duty to take on the task himself. She is currently in his care, but with his new position as the leader of the clan, there is no telling what will happen to her.