Lemonpaw {Riverclan}

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GENERAL !

NAME: Lemonpaw

GENGER: She-cat

AGE: 7 moons

RANK: Apprentice

DESIRED CLAN: Riverclan

PERSONALITY !

GENERAL PERSONALITY: Outwardly Lemonpaw seems like a cat to avoid. A large amount of what comes from her maw is straight forward and blunt though she rarely lies. Many think she’s mean but Lemonpaw sees herself as simply honestly. She loves stating how she sees the world. Her words often harsh, she spares no merci for those how break down easily. Strangely enough Lemonpaw appears to enjoy being by herself or only a few other cats. Inwardly though, Lemonpaw loves being around the cats of her clan. She truly enjoys conversation but never dulls her opinions for anyone. Get her one a role and she can be increasingly outspoken. She won’t hide her opinions. She may be quick to criticize young cats but underneath it she truly cares. She finds interest in most everything cats have to say, when she listens she is honestly listening to every word. Indecision isn’t part of her vocabulary. Generally things seem straight forward and those cats that flitter about get on her nerves. She hates incompetence from any warrior or older apprentice. She can’t see why anyone would mess up. Where’s there common since? Her outward self confidence makes her look strong, but its her inner morals that really guide her. She has a strong loyalty to her clan and fights tooth and claw to see that they are not hurt.

LIKES: Has a strong like for fish although she’ll never become good at caching it.

DISLIKES: Severally dislikes indecision. Lemonpaw makes up her mind easily and refuses to second guess herself, she can’t why other cats won’t do the same.


STRENGTHS:
She believes that even if you’re pinned you never give up unless doing so would help a clan mate. It is completely true that although this bright she cat seems have a deep disdain for many of her clan, she’d still give her life for them. She is protective in the most fierce way nothing will come between her and helping a Riverclanner ever.

Her inner self confidence makes her a strong opponent. Whether she’s right or wrong, she’s right. It’s a bit confusing. Lemonpaw doesn’t ever think she’s wrong, she feels her decisions are best and has several leader like qualities. For instants should she need to take charge of a situation, Lemonpaw would grab the reins with no hesitation.

Shyness is not in her dictionary. Like her cream yellow fur, Lemonpaw tends to be a bit of a flamboyant grouch. She enjoys sharing her opinions even when they hurt the cat standing next to her. She has been criticized for her bluntness. For a time it could not be said that Lemonpaw was ever untruthful.

That times over. She’s developed into one of the most accomplished liar. Her unique form of lying is generally not done in the direct form. It’s all the little details she faces, often around members of her clan that can punish her. She acts like she cares, she’ll be looking right at you with a perfectly interested face, not listening to a word. Lemonpaw often appears attentive around her mentor to. She looks all nice like a good little apprentice when in truth she probably doesn’t have a good opinion to say.

There is one way to break this unhappy chain and that’s to gain her respect. Once anyone gets hold of her respect Lemonpaw changes into a completely different cat. She eventually stops lying and becomes almost loyal. Her soft side comes out but be warned, nothing will ever get rid of her sarcasm it will probably just be directed at others.


WEAKNESSES:
Her fur makes her painstakingly obvious in all weathers. Lemonpaw hates her goldeny dust bowl fur. It’s not that fur pelt has any tinge of dull dust color, on the contrary nothing can hide it’s sun drop appeal, it’s that her furs often dirty. She fails to clean it much. Mostly she doesn’t care enough to be bothered with the task. Don’t get me wrong though lack of attention aside, she never allows herself to be dirty. Lemonpaw maintains a careful balance to look like she doesn’t care without actually looking bad.

She can be annoyed easily and won’t hide it. Oh yes. She doesn’t have time for indecision. This trait mostly boils down to the fact that she has a hard time understanding other cat’s motives.

This little apprentice doesn’t treat cats outside her clan any differently then those with in it. Sure she might rip them apart in battle one day, but it doesn’t stop her from acting any differently to them. It’s possible she may even find a friend in another clan one day.


FEARS:
She fears that if she ever had kits she wont know how to raise them.
She isn’t sure if she’d be a good mentor.
Not being able to make up her mind on the hole parent decision.
Giving up
Another cat to having control over her
Fire instinctively scares her

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GOALS: She intends to see her brothers again someday. But she knows this is to much to even hope for. Lemonpaw also wouldn’t mind finding a mate. She’d have to lighten up though.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION !

WEIGHT: 6 pounds. Lemonpaw lacks any real muscle yet, she’s young an just beginning training going to have to give it some time.

BODY TYPE: Lemonpaw is not overly lengthy or tall, she has the strong build of a normal healthy cat. She doesn’t look bulky at all but she’s not a wire thin she cat. This bright apprentice has proud shoulders and powerful muscular legs. Combined with good balance and grace on her side she is a formidable opponent.

FUR COLOR: Her fur is short and strangely smooth. It’s colored unnaturally in a hue of pail cream yellow. It looks rather like it used to be peach orange but over the moons its color has been drained by the sun to a lighter yellower color. Her mostly pail fur is rippled with stark streaks of white. The largest drop of snow hangs under her chin and dips downward, not curveing past her gate. Each of her paws is white as well as the tip of her tail and all her wishers.

EYE COLOR: Her eyes are startlingly stunning. They look like rich gray water; the kind that fish swim in and that cools thirst in summer. They may be said to look like large tears however tears is far to pail a comparison. Her eyes are a stormy gray mixed with a veined wild look. She holds beautiful texture in them; they simmer in the way the sun does reflecting at the bottom of a pool.

DISTINGUISHING FEAUTURES: None, she hasn’t gained any notches or scars in her ears as of yet.

FULL DESCRIPTION: Lemonpaw has a strong well built form. Her pail peach fur covers most of her body with white breaking threw in some places. Her stormy eyes are stunningly complex. A mix of feathery soot darkened by strong twisted cords of gray. They simmer the way light does at the bottom of a pond and are her most stunning future. She has well shaped ears, not to large or pointed, the complement her well. Her nose is small and angular but not triangular shaped, its small covered by decorative rose red. On guard either side her wishers are to short, and make her seem older with there frosty color.

HISTORY !

PARENTS: Her hard mother was called Tigerlily, her fur was an expert mix of white and light brown. Lemonpaw got her eyes from her. Her absent father was Brokenleaf, who looked stunningly like Lemonpaw only with amber eyes and a greater covering of peach yellow.

SIBLINGS: Lemonpaw arrived with two brothers, Cederpaw of whom left and Stainpaw who never made it to apprentice ship.

OTHER FAMILY: She has an older sister from a fist litter who seems to want little to do with her. Or perhaps was never informed of her birth?

MATE: She hasn’t given this topic much thought. Although if she were to ever have a mate and kits I think she’d love it.

SIGNIFICANT OTHERS:Lemonpaw dosen’t have any role models. She makes her presents known amongst cats it can only be a matter of time ‘til she gets some true friends.

GENERAL HISTORY:

KITHOOD: Lemonkit was born to Tigerlily, a fierce queen who disliked nothing more than being stuck in the nursery. Her father, Brokenleaf seemed of the same mind and was rarely ever around. Lemonkit and her brothers were left to there own devises. The braver but quieter of the two was Stainkit with brown and white fur. The second, More of a bully and outspoken was Cederkit with dark golden fur. Her brothers were great and together the three resented there parents.

APPRENTICSHIP: As apprentices Cederpaw, Stainpaw, and lemonpaw stuck together tight. They were each others only family in there minds. Then one day Cederpaw dared Stainpaw and Lemonpaw to go out into the two leg lands for a whole 5 minutes. They did. Stainpaw didn’t come back. He and Lemonpaw were trying to impress Cederpaw by staying longer when they came across a dog. It nearly got Stainpaw who fluffed up like a cloud and ran. Cederpaw called him a baby Stainpaw ran off. Lemonpaw and Cederpaw looked for him but eventually night forced them home. Stainpaw didn’t return after three days and they went looking. Eventually the two found his sent mixed with that of a two leg. Cederpaw made up his mind and snuck away from the clan that night. Lemonpaw caught him, he said Stainpaw might be alive and he had to find him. There was nothing she could do to stop him. Lemonpaw is still an apprentice awaiting a mentor, she considers herself without family and deeply hopes someday both her brothers will return. Inside though she already accepted that she’s alone, that she’s lost them both. Her training was pushed back by the incident a full moon but now she’s grown and is stubbornly awaiting a mentor.

RP !

The lithil cat could see her paw hanging the air. Dust rivets revealed the wind before her nose and caught in her wishers. Each a spiders thread, tangling in every swirl and dip. They tickled her maw with movement. The urge to brush away the game hurt intently, but the little she cat wasn’t going to move. Like a fancy bird the paw dived to hold the earth again. Winters blanket had fallen away, while springs coat of leaves were slick with mud and rain. It dismayed the huntress with sticky feet. No Riverclanner should have to endure this! Hooked talons extended, a failed attempt to pin her own frustration.

An old tom’s face splashed infront of her gray eyes. His fat old words consumed the coiled snake easily. That’s how she imaged it. A snake with scales like white sand, it’s colorless body a mirror of the surounding world. It was to invisible to find or kill. When her temper fired so did it's, a solid example of her irritation. Starclan, if only more then her mentors words would do more then just ring in her ears. Focus.

Like water a shadow rippled between the trees silently drowning them. The feline eyes adapted easily to the dim innards of this bush she hid in. No more anger, the ivory claws were gone. It would be hard enough to catch anything on this damp day, no need to hinder herself. The gentlest of landings brushed the foliage aside as a sparrow fell into her trap. Seeds stacked in a mound looked to innocent only a fox length from her quivering nose. They smelled damp and moldy, like they’d been hidden by a squirrel far to long. The bird didn’t look much better for that matter. Lemonpaw eyed it, bright frayed feathers and a scarred beak told me told was male.

Soft breath became quiet. The bright fur ruppled as she tensed, pressing away from the murk of roots. Hind paws cupped the burden of of the apprentices weight as she counted the seconds. rummpled tail feathers flashed and the leap was made. Warmth seeped threw her fur, a dark color, the living form of ruby. Gray eyes fluttered shut, this scrawny piece tasted much better then it looked.

[FIRESTRIPE ❥]

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