Maelstrompaw||apprentice of WindClan

[Maelstrompaw]

Name: Maelstrompaw
Age: 7 moons
Gender: Female
Desired Position: Apprentice
Accessories:

none

Appearance:

Maelstrompaw is not thin, but she is not fat, either. She has long, thick black fur, and her paws and tail are white. Her underbelly is the color of dirt. She has piercing blue eyes, which seem to hold you in place when they rest on you. Her claws are the same color as her fur. She has large paws, every once in a while getting caught on each other, making her trip. Maelstrompaw's ears are somewhat rounded at the tips, with small tufts of fur standing atop them. She has no scars marring her fur, but her tail is kinked in the middle. Despite this, she is still a beautiful cat. She is taller than most cats, and she is powerfully built.

Personality:

She is a very calm cat, unlike her name suggests. Maelstrompaw has barely a temper around other cats. She is very attached to the older cats, though she knows she will never have a mate. She enjoys the kits as well, and chases them when she is not working or training. She has lived a very normal life, save for her accident as a young kit. She doesn't normally hold a grudge, and will help you no matter what Clan you are in. Maelstrompaw is the epitome of all things sweet and lovely. She will listen to her mentor without doubt, and will do anything that she is asked to, within reason.

History:

She was born in WindClan in the middle of leafbare. As her name implies, she was born in a horrible storm. Maelstrompaw had a brother, but when they were kits, he was killed by a fox. This was the very same accident from which she'd received her kinked tail and broken leg. A young, starving fox had wandered into the clearing where the two kits were playing, and when their mother was looking the other way, the fox had stolen Frogkit. Maelstromkit, furious with the fox's boldness, chased after him, nipping at his feet, and hissing. But she wasn't fast enough, and soon, she fell behind. Her brother was gone, and she was lost. Or so she thought. Her mother, Owltalon, had raced through the trees when she realized that her kits were missing. She had heard her kits' cries, and the snarling of the hungry fox, following them to this exact spot. But she couldn't save Frogkit from the belly of the fox. From that day, Owltalon and Pebbleheart were forever sorrowful.

Sample post:

She leaped out into the night. She had been sent hunting tonight. It was time for her first assessment. She had only been an apprentice for a couple of moons, and she was to be tested on night hunting. It was cold and foggy, which was the perfect time to test her night eyes, as well. She opened her mouth, scenting for prey that would be running about, searching for food.

No sooner had she reached the moor than a rabbit's scent wreathed around her. She searched in the moonlight, but the fog prevented her from seeing very far in front of her. She padded forward when a white pelt caught her eyes, and she gave chase. She had found the elusive prey. She raced across the earth, her paws drumming on the frozen grass. The rabbit had heard her, but it no longer mattered. She was on the prey in a few moments, and before it could give a cry, she pierced its throat with her teeth.

She had caught her first prey of the night.

Family:

Mother: Owltalon -- deceased
Father: Pebbleheart -- missing
Brother: Frogkit -- deceased
Cousin: Squirrelsong -- missing
Cousin: Ripplekit -- alive
Aunt: Chervilwhisker -- alive
Uncle: Shallowcrag -- alive
Grandpa: Dappledstone -- deceased
Grandma: Thymeshine -- alive

Other:

Click me

And please ignore that her fur is not long, her paws are not the right color, and her eyes are not the right color.

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