Post by Midnightive on Jun 19, 2013 15:53:07 GMT -6
Name: Brightpaw.
Age: 6 moons.
Rank: apprentice.
Gender: She-cat
Clan: WindClan.
Age: 6 moons.
Rank: apprentice.
Gender: She-cat
Clan: WindClan.
Short Description A light ginger tabby and white she-cat with yellow eyes.
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Full Description:
Personality:
Brightpaw has a serious inferiority complex, and compounded with her fierce competitiveness, it really does set herself up for failure. While she's not a natural worrier, she does spend a lot of time putting herself down and criticizing her actions. Even when she succeeds, there's always that voice in her head telling her that she's still not good enough, that she needs to do better.
Brightpaw is also a perfectionist up into levels of crazy. She has to be the best, and works herself to the bone to get there. She wakes up at the crack of dawn every day and puts 100% into everything she does. She refuses to acknowledge that her body has limits, and instead regards "limits" as more obstacles for her to get past. Every so often her exhaustion catches up with her, and on those days she's even harder on herself for needing to rest.
Super fun not on Brightpaw: she is incredibly shy. I mean, she is so shy that she loses the ability to form audible words in the company of others, unless she knows them really well and they're not being mean to her. So most of the time she's silent and allows her body language to speak for her. It's been working out so far.
History:
Brightpaw's parents thought they were in love. Perhaps her mother really had been. But soon after she was pregnant with kits, they had a falling out. It was a fight so nasty that the deputy had to break it up. Brightpaw's father began courting another she-cat, and Brightpaw's mother was crushed.
Then the kits were born early. Due to the stress of the pregnancy, Brightpaw was the only kit to survive the night. Brightpaw's mother spent the next six months cautioning Brightpaw not to trust the kind words of other males or else she would have her heart broken.
Brightpaw's father didn't like to be reminded that he had a daughter, and Brightpaw quickly learned to avoid him entirely. He loved enumerating her faults for her and insisting that she would be an inept warrior. Every time she got in trouble or messed up, he would call her a failure, or else blame her mother. The few times she did something someone praised her for, suddenly it was because his blood in her veins had finally done something right.
Rabies took him shortly before Brightpaw was apprenticed. In a deep, dark place in her heart she'll never admit that she has, she was relieved.
RP Example:
Brightpaw moved quietly through the camp. Making hardly any noise. Her mentor had trained her well before her passing. She jumped effortlessly out of camp and onto the moor. Her tail flicked ever so slightly as the wind blew and yellow grass swayed in the breeze.Jumping towards the forest she started to hunt finding small rabbits that she killed quickly. Looking down at the pray her ears fell. Only two small rabbits?! That's hardly enough to do anything she grunted and started to hunt again.
