TDE | Snowpaw

{ Personality }

[ Sympathetic | Cheerful | Modest | Trusting | Trivial | Rejects change | Dependent ]

{+} Sympathetic - - - Snowpaw easily feels bad for other cats, especially those she’s close to; even a complete stranger can earn Snowpaw’s sympathy, whether they’re suffering from something as simple as feeling cold or if it’s something so serious as an open wound. Snowpaw has been known to fuss over other cats, but overall her sympathy brings her to try and help others best as she can. This is why Snowpaw has done so well in training—not because she has the best memory for herbs, but because she always seems to know when another cat is hurting or just needs an encouraging word.

{+} Cheerful - - - Almost always you can find a smile on Snowpaw’s face; this sweet little she-cat is always eager to please and ready for a laugh. She loves to talk with others, no matter how young or old they may be, and truly loves to make new friends. Often she can be seen bouncing about camp with a beaming smile, but when asked why she is so cheerful, even she doesn’t have an answer! Snowpaw always has a smile to offer to her patients, even if she herself isn’t feeling so well—it’s hard to get this little apprentice down.

{+} Modest - - - Snowpaw doesn’t like to make a fuss over herself, especially when it comes to her skills. If she hears another praising her, Snowpaw has been known to flush bright-red in the nose and duck her head; it truly embarrasses her to hear others speak well of her. Snowpaw is always eager to make others happy, but she would rather that they simply skip the praise and even, sometimes, the gratitude. She truly wants to see everyone smiling, and is a real sweetheart—however, to hear others speak fondly of her can cause Snowpaw to blunder and blush.

{+/-} Trusting - - -  It is not hard at all to gain Snowpaw’s unwavering trust, which can at times be unhealthy for her. Snowpaw struggles to see the bad in any cat, and has difficulty distinguishing those who might hurt her from the throng. She wants to be friends with everyone, but doesn’t usually pause to consider the consequences of spilling her heart out to every cat. It is easy to hurt her this way, but it can also lead to strong relationships between Snowpaw and her friends. She especially is a loyal cat, and even if another hurts her, she tends to stay close to them anyways.

{-/+} Trivial - - - Snowpaw not only struggles with the idea of trust, but with distinguishing important and non-important things. The littlest, most trivial things fascinate her, and Snowpaw can often be found obsessing over one leaf compared to the whole pile, or watching a butterfly for several minutes instead of sorting herbs like she’s supposed to. It can be hard to keep Snowpaw’s attention on the big focuses, and she has difficulty keeping her eyes on the final goal. Goals, in Snowpaw’s mind, aren’t always necessary, and she finds it hard to truly commit to something. This keeps her mind off of her personal struggles.

{-} Rejects change - - - What is familiar to Snowpaw, in her opinion, is what it always should be. If something she understands suddenly changes, Snowpaw is bewildered and sometimes hurt—she has trouble wrapping her head around the idea that things change, and not everything stays the same. Tradition and memories are high in Snowpaw’s expectancies, and she hates it when anything turns around; this is why she finds it hard to break off harmful relationships with other cats, because Snowpaw can never get her old image of them to be replaced with the new one. She has trouble coping with change, and can drop into depressions when something major changes in her life.

{-} Dependent - - - Snowpaw is an extremely dependent cat, and struggles to fend for herself. Born sickly, Snowpaw is used to depending on others and being looked after, but as she grows older she is finding it harder and harder to lose those relationships. Snowpaw has even come to expect help in most everything, and has been known to flounder around without solid instructions. Without a mentor to guide her, Snowpaw—and others—worry how she will deal with things on her own. She struggles to find ways to support herself, but tends to cling to others when trouble comes; it is a natural reaction that has since turned to a harmful habit, but Snowpaw seemingly has no idea of how to get rid of it.

{ Backstory }

　Snowkit and her sister Robinkit were both born in RiverClan on a cold wintry night. The parents of two nearly inseparable twin sisters were Cloudfang of ShadowClan and ____ of RiverClan. Little did the two cats know when they got together that they would not have a bright parenthood together—that Cloudfang would promptly leave ____, and that Robinkit would be whisked away from the her remaining family so early in her life.

　It was after Snowkit had grown to three moons old when she began to see the signs; pale outlines standing, watching, from various points around the territory. The more she explored, the more of them she saw. Who were these ghostly cats? Only Snowkit was seeing them, and her sister seemed to have no idea what she was talking about. In fact, pretty much everyone in the camp she asked seemed to be confused by her words.

　Eventually, Spottedfawn (RiverClan's Medicine Cat) learned about Snowkit's predicament, and came to investigate herself. They'd gone for a walk, and by the abandoned Twoleg waterplace she'd identified a cat standing there, floating over the water. This was the moment that clicked. Was it simply a coincidence that this cat was so similar to one of the original StarClan cats, and that he had died at the waterplace? Could this be a sign?

　Meanwhile, a RiverClan warrior had been up to no good. On a border patrol, a warrior attacked and killed an expectant warrior of SkyClan, and negotiations between RiverClan and SkyClan were in progress. The matter was brought up at the next Clan meeting. Riverstar had pondered a compromise for quite a long time, Snowkit, shivering in horror and disbelief, stuck close to her mother. The meeting was adjourned without further notice of exiling ____ (random warrior) immediately, sending Robinkit to SkyClan to make up for the loss of their own warrior, and apprenticing Snowkit to Spottedfawn when the duo turned six moons old, which spared the fatherless family little relief.

　Finally, the day that everyone had been so anxious about had arrived. Riverstar mounted the meeting rock, calling a Clan meeting and asking for Robinkit and Snowkit to step up beside him. Robinkit had hidden behind her mother in fear, hoping, just hoping, that the leader would reconsider. But he didn't. Knowing it was not a great idea to disobey the leader, Robinkit had reluctantly stepped forward, pushed on by the sheer pressure and the other cats' prickling eyes.

　Snowkit had called after her. When that didn't work, she'd dashed forward, trying to get her sister back. But the warriors blocking her from Robinkit, superior in strength, had simply shoved her out of the way. Snowkit's eyes met Robinkit's for one last time, hoping that this wasn't the final time she'd see her sister.

　Thank StarClan it wasn't. Once Robinpaw was apprenticed (the very day she was taken away), she immediately went back to visit. They'd made an agreement. No matter what, every day the two would meet up at the Clan border to visit and chat.

　Since Robinpaw had joined SkyClan, Snowpaw had stopped seeing the StarClan cats around the territory, though her medicine cat training seemed to make up for it. The days passed quickly, but not one slipped by without Robinpaw paying a visit to Snowpaw. However, it was obvious that Snowpaw's condition was deteriorating fast. Robinpaw, healthy from the lush hunting grounds of her new Clan, tried to help her sister as much as possible—bringing her herbs, prey, and trying to stay optimistic. Snowpaw had seemed to accept the fact that she was going to die after awhile, but Robinpaw refused to give up.

　After just a quarter moon of this secret aid, Robinpaw seemed to vanish into thin air. Apparently no one could tell Snowpaw what had happened to her.

{ Family }

Spottedfawn | Mentor; living in RiverClan.
Riverstar | Half-uncle; living in RiverClan.
Fognose | Uncle; living in SkyClan.
Rainfoot | Aunt; living in RiverClan.
Robinpaw Skyler | Sister; whereabouts unknown. (Cause)
Cloudfang Claude | Father; whereabouts unknown. (Cause)
*____ | Mother; living in RiverClan.
_{*open for a relation}

{ Relationships }

| Acquaintance
| Neutrality
| Like/Friend
| Good friend
| Crush
| Love
| Family
| Discomfort/Dislike
| Hate

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{ Roleplay Sample }

　Duskstorm's eyes burned. Her muzzle was pressed into her uncle's body, which was now as cold as ice. She'd never felt this sort of grief before—or at least, never shown it. Letting out the pain... It hurt, possibly more than it did to bottle it up. Her throat, clenched tight with sorrow, was as dry as a stream bed in... Greenleaf. She swallowed and burrowed her muzzle deeper into Stonestripe's empty form. She was so sad, yet anger bit at her mind. For a moment, she would step outside herself and try to tell herself that she was going about this the wrong way, yet was she? Her consciousness would then kick in and reconcile; her uncle and teacher had been murdered! She had the right to be frustrated! However, he was killed in her presence. That meant that she was either the killer—which, frankly, she wasn't—or she had to find the killer; and punish them.
　The newly-named deputy flexed her claws, feeling them curl up and penetrate the hard soil. She flared her lip and dug them into the tough ground, tightening her jaw as she imagined sinking them into the flesh of Stonestripe's killer. Whoever did this... They had no idea what they'd gotten themselves into. Her lips twitched, slowly curling into a spiteful grin. She pulled her head up from the old gray tabby's limp form to stare at the twinkling night sky above. The stars seemed to be falling from the sky, an event which she'd only ever been present at once before in her life; the night of her birth.

　A lithe, dark-furred she-cat tiptoed up a rocky slope, silent as an owl in flight. Her deep green gaze was fixed, longingly, on a squirrel that was burying acorns beneath a golden oak tree. Her tail lashed once, but then lowered, and she stalked onward, ears perked for the slightest intrusion of sound and jaws creaked open as she scented the air. This continued for a few moments until the sleek-furred huntress had encroached the safe zone of the bushy-tailed rodent—for then, she bounded forward without warning, and before she batted an eye, the ginger-pelted creature was hanging, limp, from her bloodied jaws. It was a clean kill, and Duskstorm left promptly, in search for a new hunting place. She had been lucky to have found this piece of prey; this area had been known to be of poor hunting, and she was off to one of her favorite places to hunt: the Moon River Rocks. She cringed as she remembered how Stonestripe had introduced her to it. The sun warmed the red stones around the riverbanks during the day, and during the night, the moonlight was reflected in the river and the rocks were bathed in silver light. It was a beautiful place, and a favorite sleeping area for the senior warriors who had the energy to make the trek. Sometimes mentors came to train their apprentices to hunt here, for, as the Moon River was the main source of water in the territory, prey was bountiful. During Leafbare, the river of course froze over, but during Greenleaf, the river was a strong force to be reckoned with. This river served as the northern boundary of ShadowClan's territory, and it was the first place Stonestripe had taken Duskstorm when she had been an adolescent.

　The deputy's glistening emerald-green eyes shone in the morning light as she came within sight of this life-filled area, and she increased her pace, experiencing the same excitement and energy she'd felt upon being introduced to this place so long ago. Yet at the same time, grief racked her brain, for now that Stonestripe was gone, this place was sacred to her and she would always connect it to him in her mind.

{ Playlist }

Headlights - The Classic Crime

{ Featured In }

None yet.

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Snowpaw / Art © =sophisticated-cat.
TDE © =Elesette / ~DawnsComing.
Theft will not be tolerated.