Post by hymn on Jul 17, 2016 17:39:16 GMT
☀ a p p l e p a w ☀
name: applekit - applepaw - applenose
gender: female
age: seven moons
clan: windclan
position: apprentice
short description: long-haired, golden tabby with green eyes.
appearance:
Apples come in many shades, but the golden ones taste the sweetest. Applepaw's pelt resembles the skin of the fruit, and the pale creamy hue of her chest and underbelly resembles its flesh. Faint honey-gold stripes mark her bright golden pelt, lending her the ability to camouflage in the sedge well. The grasses of WindClan cast streaks of golden-brown color throughout the thicket, which she melts into seamlessly. Her keen, green eyes resembles the leaves that grow from the apple trees. Her eyesight is sharp, for it helps her spot hares on the crest of the rolling hills. However, her most skillful sense is her sense of smell; her dark pink nose can easily pick up scents from many sunrises ago, and she does not need to be downwind to detect prey. Applepaw's tracking skills makes hunting easy for her, and her nose's memory is sharp. The scent of her Clanmates and her enemies is most important to her, for she can recall the memories they have shared with one whiff.
She takes care to keep her long fur groomed, for it becomes tousled easily during training. Applepaw puts effort into her appearance out of compulsion. Her little pink nose is haunted by the stench of illness and death. She was at a young age when she realized the world had the capacity to be surrounded by the rotten odor of greencough. It plagued the bodies of WindClan and branded her with its unforgettable reek. She feels obligated to erase the stench that disturbs her by rolling in the wildflowers of WindClan's territory or the fresh dew on the morning grass; the stench of the pandemic that stole her mother from her does not fade unless she satisfies her obsession to perfume her pelt. Applepaw also soothes her anxiety by constantly licking her fur; void of the feeling of her mother's tongue bathing her golden pelt, she seeks solace by grooming herself whenever she gets the chance.
Though she was born in WindClan, her build is not as lean as the other cats in the Clan. She has very strong legs, however, and she may not be as fast, but she has the stamina to carry on for great distances. Applepaw stands out because of her unorthodox build, which influences her lack of self-confidence. Though her legs are as strong as tree trunks, she cannot help but feel out of place compared to the dainty she-cats of WindClan.
personality:
The saying "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree" pertains to Applepaw coincidentally, for she inherited her late mother's spirit. Just as Mapletail was brimming with love, Applepaw radiates it. Just as her gold fur resembles the sun, her optimism mimics the light it shines. Mother and daughter had shared their light. Mapletail's light went out when she was just a kit, so Applepaw carries on enough for the both of them. She is generous with her will to make others laugh and is not afraid to play the role of a goofball to do so. Making others smile soothes the sorrow in Applepaw's heart. Living through tragedy at such a young age placed a heavy weight on her shoulders, which she lightens by bringing joy to others. Making others feel good makes her feel good. Temporarily, she forgets what she is missing, by filling the lives of others with laughter. Though she is scorned for lacking the ability to take on a serious tone, Applepaw takes pride in her joyfulness. She prefers play over work, and she makes a point to weasel her way out of "boring" tasks. It takes a stern voice and heavy paw to get her back on track, and sometimes, Applepaw needs some sense knocked into her.
A nose for trouble, a typical downfall to the curiosity embedded in youth. However, Applepaw's itch for adventure is permanent. Anyone can look in her verdant eyes and see endless wonder. In her heart, she feels deep longing to learn and explore, and it pounds with the eagerness to satisfy it. She is willing to go to the ends of the territory to feast her mind with the intricacies of the world. Of course, her readiness to wander has consequences, for she often walks right into danger. Sometimes, she acts as a trailblazer and pioneers towards danger. She has a brave heart, but inadvertently gets herself into difficult positions. Her recklessness is tamed by repercussion, after all, when apples take a tumble, they end up bruised. Unfortunately, Applepaw is all too willing to be the first to dive nose-first into the abyss, for the treasures that may wait on the other end tempt her perpetually.
Stern warriors would say Applepaw is "rotten to the core," for her rebellious streak leaves a lot to be desired. Applepaw would argue (of course she would) that she only wishes to break away from authority because of the tight reigns they have on her. Between her father's coddling and the stringent hierarchy of the Clans, Applepaw makes a point to refuse docility. Often, she challenges the words of her elders and warrior way because she feels the conservatism is hindering her personal growth. She is not fond of the idea that she must blindly follow the leader and StarClan; deep down, she desires to blaze her own trail. Whether the destiny she constructs leads her to a happy future in WindClan or not is up in the air. What is certain, however, is her willingness to sneak around in order to bend the rules. She sees the warrior code as malleable, but she still has much to learn. Her fate is questionable, to say the least.
history:
The early moons of Applepaw's life were marked by tragedy, and shaped the course of her adolescence in more ways than one. Her beginnings, however, were painted with joy and love. She came into WindClan, the daughter of Mapletail and Rosetail, and soon became the object of scrutiny. Unbeknownst to her, Mapletail was not of WindClan origin; her roots traced beyond the river bend, where cats thrived on fish and enjoyed the feeling of water in their fur. However, Applepaw roamed the nursery with as much reckless abandon as any other WindClan kit. In her eyes, the moor was home. No one ever told her otherwise.
Though Applepaw's youth was full of light, she never knew the reason behind the sadness in Mapletail's eyes. Applepaw noticed her mother's remorse in brief flickers like candlelight in the wind. Her light would dim in an instant, only to brighten when Applepaw would approach her and ask her, "why are you sad?" Rosetail, Applepaw's father, never mentioned Mapletail's moments of sorrow to his daughter. Applepaw would forget, of course, and carry on blissfully like a kit would... But the image of sadness remained in the back of her mind, haunting her every now and then when Applepaw began to forget Mapletail's frown.
Overall, Applepaw's family was very happy. Her mother was sweeter than nectar, and her father was as strong as an oak. Together they were perfect. However, perfection had an expiration date. Greencough stormed the camp during leafbare when Applepaw was only four moons old. Though she was young, the virus spared her, and she believed it was because every night Mapletail would pray for her health. She prayed for her daughter's health, but not her own. When she died, the reek of sickness was on her breath, and her limbs were stiff with the cold. The horror of her demise was witnessed firsthand by Applepaw. Even when Mapletail was ailing, she would sneak into the medicine den and rest beside her mother during those cold nights. The coldest night, however, was when Applepaw woke with a shiver. Her mother's faint warmth was gone, and her sweet scent was replaced by the stench of death.
The moons after Mapletail's death were a blur to Applepaw. She rarely left the nursery, and when she did, it was during the nighttime. Applepaw would sit in WindClan's clearing and stare up at the starry sky, looking for Mapletail among Silverpelt. At first, she was sorrowful of her mother's presence among the stars. Soon, however, she resented StarClan for stealing her mother away. The resentment followed her into her apprenticeship, along with the angst towards her father. Rosetail was always protective of Applepaw, but after Mapletail's death, he became a shadow. He seemed to follow Applepaw everywhere; she could not make a move without him beside her. Even when she became an apprentice, Rosetail oversaw her progress.
Rosetail's presence only worsened Applepaw's attitude, however. She decided to strike her own way without StarClan's interference or Rosetail's input. Applepaw made a silent vow that she would carve out her own destiny, refusing to let anyone stop her. Yet, deep down, she still harbored the fear of death and judgment. She knows StarClan is still watching her, but she cannot shake the whispers in her head that say her true worth rests outside the boundaries... beyond the river. gender: female
age: seven moons
clan: windclan
position: apprentice
short description: long-haired, golden tabby with green eyes.
appearance:
Apples come in many shades, but the golden ones taste the sweetest. Applepaw's pelt resembles the skin of the fruit, and the pale creamy hue of her chest and underbelly resembles its flesh. Faint honey-gold stripes mark her bright golden pelt, lending her the ability to camouflage in the sedge well. The grasses of WindClan cast streaks of golden-brown color throughout the thicket, which she melts into seamlessly. Her keen, green eyes resembles the leaves that grow from the apple trees. Her eyesight is sharp, for it helps her spot hares on the crest of the rolling hills. However, her most skillful sense is her sense of smell; her dark pink nose can easily pick up scents from many sunrises ago, and she does not need to be downwind to detect prey. Applepaw's tracking skills makes hunting easy for her, and her nose's memory is sharp. The scent of her Clanmates and her enemies is most important to her, for she can recall the memories they have shared with one whiff.
She takes care to keep her long fur groomed, for it becomes tousled easily during training. Applepaw puts effort into her appearance out of compulsion. Her little pink nose is haunted by the stench of illness and death. She was at a young age when she realized the world had the capacity to be surrounded by the rotten odor of greencough. It plagued the bodies of WindClan and branded her with its unforgettable reek. She feels obligated to erase the stench that disturbs her by rolling in the wildflowers of WindClan's territory or the fresh dew on the morning grass; the stench of the pandemic that stole her mother from her does not fade unless she satisfies her obsession to perfume her pelt. Applepaw also soothes her anxiety by constantly licking her fur; void of the feeling of her mother's tongue bathing her golden pelt, she seeks solace by grooming herself whenever she gets the chance.
Though she was born in WindClan, her build is not as lean as the other cats in the Clan. She has very strong legs, however, and she may not be as fast, but she has the stamina to carry on for great distances. Applepaw stands out because of her unorthodox build, which influences her lack of self-confidence. Though her legs are as strong as tree trunks, she cannot help but feel out of place compared to the dainty she-cats of WindClan.
personality:
The saying "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree" pertains to Applepaw coincidentally, for she inherited her late mother's spirit. Just as Mapletail was brimming with love, Applepaw radiates it. Just as her gold fur resembles the sun, her optimism mimics the light it shines. Mother and daughter had shared their light. Mapletail's light went out when she was just a kit, so Applepaw carries on enough for the both of them. She is generous with her will to make others laugh and is not afraid to play the role of a goofball to do so. Making others smile soothes the sorrow in Applepaw's heart. Living through tragedy at such a young age placed a heavy weight on her shoulders, which she lightens by bringing joy to others. Making others feel good makes her feel good. Temporarily, she forgets what she is missing, by filling the lives of others with laughter. Though she is scorned for lacking the ability to take on a serious tone, Applepaw takes pride in her joyfulness. She prefers play over work, and she makes a point to weasel her way out of "boring" tasks. It takes a stern voice and heavy paw to get her back on track, and sometimes, Applepaw needs some sense knocked into her.
A nose for trouble, a typical downfall to the curiosity embedded in youth. However, Applepaw's itch for adventure is permanent. Anyone can look in her verdant eyes and see endless wonder. In her heart, she feels deep longing to learn and explore, and it pounds with the eagerness to satisfy it. She is willing to go to the ends of the territory to feast her mind with the intricacies of the world. Of course, her readiness to wander has consequences, for she often walks right into danger. Sometimes, she acts as a trailblazer and pioneers towards danger. She has a brave heart, but inadvertently gets herself into difficult positions. Her recklessness is tamed by repercussion, after all, when apples take a tumble, they end up bruised. Unfortunately, Applepaw is all too willing to be the first to dive nose-first into the abyss, for the treasures that may wait on the other end tempt her perpetually.
Stern warriors would say Applepaw is "rotten to the core," for her rebellious streak leaves a lot to be desired. Applepaw would argue (of course she would) that she only wishes to break away from authority because of the tight reigns they have on her. Between her father's coddling and the stringent hierarchy of the Clans, Applepaw makes a point to refuse docility. Often, she challenges the words of her elders and warrior way because she feels the conservatism is hindering her personal growth. She is not fond of the idea that she must blindly follow the leader and StarClan; deep down, she desires to blaze her own trail. Whether the destiny she constructs leads her to a happy future in WindClan or not is up in the air. What is certain, however, is her willingness to sneak around in order to bend the rules. She sees the warrior code as malleable, but she still has much to learn. Her fate is questionable, to say the least.
history:
The early moons of Applepaw's life were marked by tragedy, and shaped the course of her adolescence in more ways than one. Her beginnings, however, were painted with joy and love. She came into WindClan, the daughter of Mapletail and Rosetail, and soon became the object of scrutiny. Unbeknownst to her, Mapletail was not of WindClan origin; her roots traced beyond the river bend, where cats thrived on fish and enjoyed the feeling of water in their fur. However, Applepaw roamed the nursery with as much reckless abandon as any other WindClan kit. In her eyes, the moor was home. No one ever told her otherwise.
Though Applepaw's youth was full of light, she never knew the reason behind the sadness in Mapletail's eyes. Applepaw noticed her mother's remorse in brief flickers like candlelight in the wind. Her light would dim in an instant, only to brighten when Applepaw would approach her and ask her, "why are you sad?" Rosetail, Applepaw's father, never mentioned Mapletail's moments of sorrow to his daughter. Applepaw would forget, of course, and carry on blissfully like a kit would... But the image of sadness remained in the back of her mind, haunting her every now and then when Applepaw began to forget Mapletail's frown.
Overall, Applepaw's family was very happy. Her mother was sweeter than nectar, and her father was as strong as an oak. Together they were perfect. However, perfection had an expiration date. Greencough stormed the camp during leafbare when Applepaw was only four moons old. Though she was young, the virus spared her, and she believed it was because every night Mapletail would pray for her health. She prayed for her daughter's health, but not her own. When she died, the reek of sickness was on her breath, and her limbs were stiff with the cold. The horror of her demise was witnessed firsthand by Applepaw. Even when Mapletail was ailing, she would sneak into the medicine den and rest beside her mother during those cold nights. The coldest night, however, was when Applepaw woke with a shiver. Her mother's faint warmth was gone, and her sweet scent was replaced by the stench of death.
The moons after Mapletail's death were a blur to Applepaw. She rarely left the nursery, and when she did, it was during the nighttime. Applepaw would sit in WindClan's clearing and stare up at the starry sky, looking for Mapletail among Silverpelt. At first, she was sorrowful of her mother's presence among the stars. Soon, however, she resented StarClan for stealing her mother away. The resentment followed her into her apprenticeship, along with the angst towards her father. Rosetail was always protective of Applepaw, but after Mapletail's death, he became a shadow. He seemed to follow Applepaw everywhere; she could not make a move without him beside her. Even when she became an apprentice, Rosetail oversaw her progress.
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