Shorepaw of Riverclan

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Name: Shorekit Shorepaw

Clan: Riverclan

Age: Nine moons

Gender: She-cat

Rank: Apprentice

Description:
Slender and athletic, Shorepaw’s tall for her age, with long and nimble limbs. At six moons, Shorepaw was thin and wiry, having undergone a sudden growth spurt that changed her from a runty kit to an awkward apprentice. To her immense relief the young she-cat has filled out over the past three moons, making her build slight but muscular. While her movements may not be considered by all as graceful or elegant, she’s swift and sturdy and strong.

Shorepaw’s pelt, for which she was named, is a pale almost creamy ginger shade, like the sandy shore of the lake, with the faintest of stripes as decoration. Sleek as any water-loving Riverclan cat, her fur is glossy and short and soft. Her underbelly is the light portion of her body, its cream-coloured fur so pale that it’s almost white.

No great or elaborate lengths will ever been made to described Shorepaw’s eyes. They are, in her honest opinion, her plainest feature. They are a thoroughly dull shade of green (If she knew what such a thing was, Shorepaw would know her eyes are the colour of olives). Not a vain cat, however, Shorepaw doesn’t care much about this fact. Her eyesight is keen and focused, and that’s all she cares about.

Personality:
Shorepaw is a dedicated apprentice. She trains hard, determined to be the best warrior she can be. This, however, is the extent of her ambition. The young she-cat has never dreamed of being a leader, as she’s able seeing the burden and sacrifice of leadership. Being a good warrior is a much better goal, in her opinion. She’s a loyal and dutiful she-cat, abhorring laziness in herself and others.

Fiercely competitive and hot tempered, Shorepaw isn’t always the easiest apprentice to get along with. While she see’s nothing wrong with her competitive streak, as it pushes not only her but others to do their best, but she knows she gets frustrated and snaps a little too frequently and is trying to keep her temper in check.

Despite the many awkward stages her body has gone through, from being small and frail to tall and scrawny, Shorepaw’s self-confidence is stable as a rock.

Family:
Waspstripe father; riverclan
Smallflower mother; starclan

History:
kithood
From birth, Shorekit was a fighter. That is what she was always told.

There were complications with her birth. As the medicine cat at the time would one day explain to her, Smallflower was one of those she-cats simply never meant to have kits. And while the delivery of the kits would have taken her life no matter what, it was made worse for the kits that Smallflower went into labour prematurely. Shorekit, tiny as she was, entered the world on a torrent of blood, desperately clinging to life as the lives of her three littermates slipped away beside her.

Motherless, small, and frail, all thought she would join the majority of her family in Starclan that day. Within a week, however, most abandoned this notion. The queen that had taken in the little scrap, a simple but sweet she-cat named Fallenpetal, claimed the kit must have the soul of a lion, strong willed as she was. Fallenpetal actually debated naming her Lionkit, but decided against it as she thought because of her small, frail body the name could be considered insulting. Besides, she much preferred Shorekit, which was much prettier and the proper name for a pretty little she-kit (here it should be mentioned that Fallenpetal was the proud mother of four tom-kits, but had always hoped for a daughter).

Fallenpetal certainly had more faith in Shorekit’s survival then her father was. Waspstripe, an unimpressive but loyal warrior, had already written the she-kit off. While he felt his mate and kits loss as a loss to the clan, he did not feel it personally. He had kits with Smallflower because the clan needed kits, not because he was in love, and though he was pleased that Shorekit lived, he did not feel any kind of fatherly obligation towards her.

apprenticeship
By the time Shorepaw became an apprentice, her foster brother had already been apprentices for three moons and she’d lost any close sisterly relationships she may have had with them. However, she still treats Fallenpetal like a mother.

Gawky and awkward, unused to her newly tall and wiry body, naturally good hunter Shorepaw was not. She had to train hard to develop her hunting and fighting skills, determined to be the best warrior she could be.

Roleplay Sample:

I, Shorekit decided, am a mighty huntress. She crouched among the reeds, hidden as any proper huntress should be, her eyes sharply focused on her prey. Her prey was oblivious, moving foolishly closer and closer to his doom. When he was within range, Shorekit dropped down further, preparing to leap. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and, with a fierce yowl, she lunged.

Landing on target, Shorekit barreled into the side of her denmate, Grasskit. The tom may have been three moons older than her and twice her size, but caught by surprise as he was, he crumpled under her impact, grunting as the air rushed from his lung.

The upper hand gained and not willing to let it go, Shorekit became a fury of limbs, batting and battering her prey, trying to force him into submission. For a moment, she felt victory was within her grasp. But Grasskit recovered from his shock and, as does happen when a two moon old kit fights a five moon old kit, Shorekit started losing quickly.

Before long Shorekit was pinned under Grasskit’s paws, glaring up at him with unbridled anger and indignation as he looked down on her with amusement. In the moment, she was brought back to reality, and festered in the knowledge that she was not the mighty warrior she liked to think of herself as but a runty kit.

Code Word/Phrase: Purple Cow [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]