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EDIT:: Added a link to Smokecall's ref

EDIT: I found the original file I had made (I had lost it and had to start over) which has a more detailed pelt side view at the top and a correct headshot. Enjoy.

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NAME: Willowpaw

Willowkit
Willowpaw
Willowfur


AGE: 7 moons
GENDER: She-cat (Female)
CLAN: Riverclan
RANK: Apprentice
MATE: --
MARKING: Fish

PERSONALITY:

[Graceful] - Willowpaw, since birth, was very fluid in her movements and always landed on her feet (as a cat should). Hardly ever does she falter in stride; her movements are strong and confident like a moving stream, yet hushed and mysterious- nearly the traits of an owl. Her quiet footfalls allow her to dance around prey and stalk foes none the wiser. However, this is yet a developing skill, and Willowpaw still has so much to learn. The beautiful, graceful she-cat has talent, though. Much talent.

[Proper] - It was beaten into her brain that every she-cat was to have etiquette. "Please" and "thank-you" were words that got you places, or so Willowpaw's mother seemed to think. Though her father was more intent on starting her training as soon as possible, it was Willowpaw's mother that taught her grace, manners, and femininity. Some would argue that from these lectures the earthen-pelt tabby grew fragile, however she doesn't seem to mind. She finds she is able to communicate more kindly towards others this way, and avoid conflict whenever possible.

[Skittish] - From the growl of a dog to the simple splash of a minnow, it does not take much to make this she-cat's fur stand on end and thoughts of flight to enter her mind. Willowpaw easily scares, henceforth making training a laughable thing to some cats. She is an easy target for pranks, and is extremely vulnerable. Hopefully over time, as she goes through more training, she will be able to rid herself of this character trait.

[Quiet] - Not unlike her graceful movements, Willowpaw has a very soft voice. It is not a conscious attribute; she just naturally mews quietly, preferring to listen to others more than speak up herself. This part of her personality heavily connects with her gracefulness and skittishness- she is, overall, a very quiet cat indeed.

HISTORY:

{Kithood}
At birth, it was a bittersweet time for Willowkit's family. Willowkit, who was supposed to be one of three, ended up being the only kit to survive premature. It was to be expected for this first-time family, as this commonly happens in the first litter, so Sharpstep (her father) and Cherrystream (her mother) were happy nonetheless. She was raised by the two with love and adoration. However, she was a curious shadow, and frequently snuck out of her mother's sleeping clutches to explore.
On her tiny adventures, she would sneak into the medicine cat den and watch the wise cat work, crawl through miniscule holes in the barn and prance around the grass, and even once: cuddled close to the elders while they told stories to the apprentices. Because of her silent personality, she was seldom caught, and wanted to keep it that way. She did learn to listen at a very young age, and to pay attention, but one day she quickly developed fear. It was a day she will never forget.
It was a bright day, and Willowkit had found her way just outside the barn again. A beautiful scarlet-winged butterfly was flaunting its presence to the tabby, and the she-kit was having the time of her life chasing it around the field. Hopping about and swatting her paws, copper eyes bright, Willowkit did not realize how far away from camp she had wandered until it was too late- she was surrounded by tall grass and a few trees, unable to determine which way lead to home. Quickly, her little heart began beating right out of her chest. "Momma?!" She squeaked, spinning around. She could've sworn she'd heard something. "Momma!" It was dark here, the tall grass towering over her in comparison and blocking out the sunlight. She could barely see, and the rustling had continued in almost a taunting, predatory pattern. A crow chortled high above her, but she could not find it with her eyes. "Willowkit?" Called a distressed voice, finally realizing his child was missing. "Daddy help me!" The kit cried in response, bounding in the direction of her father's voice. That was when she discovered the source of the rustling: a rattlesnake lay coiled up before Willowkit, slit eyes glaring at her. She screamed.
All at once, several things happened in a flash. First, Sharpstep broke through the overgrown grass, looming over his kit. The snake, rattle shuddering profusely, bared its fangs at him. Then, in a flurry of fur and scales, a battle broke loose, Sharpstep being careful to avoid the poisonous teeth and the snake being careful to avoid Sharpstep's claws. Before she knew it, Willowkit was on her Daddy's back as they retreated from the beast. But that was not the end, for she had to face the wrath of Sharpstep's anger afterwards.
She was never the same.

{Apprenticeship}
Willowkit was secretly excited to become an apprentice- it marked the transition from a kit to something more, something important. She had more freedom, and there were so many more cats to talk to! She looked on with wonder to her leader, then to her new mentor. What would these cats be like?

RELATIONS:
mother - Cherrystream (NPC)
father - Sharpstep (NPC)
siblings - none
mentor - Smokecall


RELATIONSHIP STATUSES:
TBA

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:
Cindy rolled over, glaring at her brother from over the pillow. "No, that's a stupid idea," She groaned, fighting back a yawn and rubbing her eyes. Why did Zachary have to wake her this early? It wasn't like she had anything important to do at seven o'clock in the morning! Everything could wait for a more reasonable hour of day, especially this pesky brother of hers. Besides, as she had said: spying on their father was the worst idea, especially on suspicions that were completely irrational and highly unlikely. Grabbing the pillow out from under her, the small blonde used it as a shield as Zack attempted to pull her out of bed. She smacked him across the face with it, hoping to knock him back a foot or two. "Get out of my room, you fart." And keep your crazy plans to yourself, she added in her head. Cindy did not want to get in trouble if either of them got caught, regardless to the fact that she was secretly just as concerned as her brother was about Richard's (her father) behaviour lately. I mean, a werewolf? Come on, Zachary. Lay off the video games for a while. "Close the door behind you!" She reminded him as she yanked the covers back over her head. "Seven o'clock in the freakin' morning... werewolf." Cindy almost snorted. Preposterous.
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NixKnacks's avatar
She's so cute! I'd love to have an rp between her and Red sometime.