Honeypaw | ThunderClan

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Name: Honeypaw
Clan: ThunderClan
Age: 8 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Desired Position: Apprentice
Short Description: Clumsy, quick-footed she-cat with an attitude for trouble. Dreams of being a Warrior and having kits.
Appearance:

Honeypaw has a honey coloured, pale tabby, thick, shorthaired pelt with caramel and white markings on her back and neck. Her ears are longer then most cats, with deep caramel markings on them.
She has large dark, brown eyes surrounded with caramel and honey coloured markings.

Honeypaw has a deep caramel diamond right in between her eyes, which helps her remember she is an individual (she's very independant). The upper of her front legs are deep caramel with pale honey markings.

Her paws are honey coloured with very short fur. The pads of her paws are deep caramel and her claws are almost black.
Honeypaw's nose is maroon with bright honey fur on the top of it.

Honeypaw's chest is manily white with pale honey markings, which eventually fades to her pelt colour as it reaches her belly and sides.

Image:
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Personality:

Honeypaw is generally very loud and energetic. She loves running around and pouncing, most of the time instead of sleeping she'll be out hunting or training. She is a very light sleeper, so if a cats mewing in their sleep, she'll be the first one to let them hear about it.

Honeypaw is troublesome, independant, moody, clumsy and very quick-footed. She could almost outrun a rabbit! When she's embarrassed, she'd probably be the first cat to laugh at herself, or get angry, it depends what kind of mood she's in.

Honeypaw is frightened easily, so when faced with a situation such as being attacked, she'll probably run for the hills if she has the chance.

History:

Honeypaw has only one living sibling. Her mother, Spottedtail, died when she was kitting in the middle of leaf-bare and Honeypaw's brother, Goldenkit died of greencough shortly after her was born.
Honeypaw has a sister, Cloverpaw who is much braver then herself.

Spottedtail, Honeypaw's mother, had been a kittypet. She was abandoned by her twolegs one day and was found by a ThunderClan patrol near the thunderpath. She was only a kit at the time so ThunderClan took her in.
Spottedtail never knew she had been a kittypet until the day she died, kitting. It was her mate who told her, who later went missing after a Gathering.

Honeypaw and Cloverpaw were raised under the care of one of the ThunderClan Queens, neither of them knowing about their missing father or their relationship with kittypets.
It wasn't until one rainy night when Honeypaw and Cloverpaw were listening to stories told by the elders, when they lit it slip that Spottedtail was originally a kittypet.

Honeypaw was devistated, Cloverpaw was outraged. Honeypaw had no idea she was so closely related to twolegs. Cloverpaw despised kittypets, so she was the first to become angry about her mothers past.

After time, they began to forget about their mother's past, and didn't really care what other cats thought about them. Every day was just another day to them, it didn't matter who thought what or who knew who. They were all cats, and besides their mother may have been born a kittypet but she was raised a warrior.

Both Honeypaw and Cloverpaw dream to be like their mother, fearless, brave warriors. To prove they weren't scared, to prove they weren't soft, to prove they didn't want the life of a kittypet.

IC:

"You mouse-brained fool!" Mewed Honeypaw, as she watched her sister Cloverpaw miss another catch. They were out hunting for the elders, it was new-leaf, so there was plenty of prey to go around.
"You have to make sure the wind is right, otherwise the mice might smell you before you smell it!" Complained Honeypaw, watching Cloverpaw pounce on a moving blade of grass.

"Watch me" Honeypaw mewed.
She sniffed the air, they were upwind but fresh rabbit scents lingered in her nostrils. She tried to pinpoint it's location, and after a few sniffs. "Found it" She mewed softly. She crouched low in the undergrowth, climbed up the hill towards the scent. Luckily, she was heading towards the wind so her scent was blown backwards.

Come on out bunny... thought Honeypaw, searching the undergrowth. She spotted the rabbit near a low tree branch, instantly she crept up silently, with her tail and ears low. After two tails lengths, she was in prime position. And without a second thought, she pounced right on top of the prey, finishing it off in a single bite.