Post by streak on Nov 19, 2011 10:38:17 GMT -5
[li]NAME: Amberpaw
[/li][li]AGE: 13 moons
[/li][li]GENDER: Female
[/li][li]APPEARANCE: Generally coated in a metallic-white color, it brings out her soft, pale eyes which is a mixture of cream and green. She has a handsomely built body, which makes her tower above the other young cats whenever she stood beside them. She is built with powerful muscles, making it easier for the young cat to jump over greater distances and making swift strides. Despite an adapt runner she is, her paws are not deemed as worthy at all. They appear heavy to her, which causes a number of failures to remain silent as she stalks. This is especially true whenever her energy drains out. Unlike other cats, she has a problem with controlling his body weight onto her paws as she thunders down the path of the forest whenever such moment arises. Despite her sturdy nature, she still do appear lean, making her swift movements an easy task as she vanishes against the shadow of the forest. As for her teeth, one of her canines is a little chipped at the edge. Due to that, she tends to have difficulties in tearing off tough meat as easily. Lastly, her ears are shaped nicely, as those found commonly in other tabbies.
[/li][li]PERSONALITY: Amberpaw has the heart of gold, where she would be there for anyone. She is a good listener too. However, she fails to succeed in giving helpful advice in return, most of the time due to her incapability to handle such tense situations. In other words, she gets perturbed under pressure. This causes her to lead in endless circles of worry, doubt and uncertainty. Despite her limits, she would do everything to help the one in need.
With her docile nature, there are the pros and cons.
Amberpaw would not dare to challenge authority and cause any disturbances for them. She respects another’s opinion and is not quick to judge. This makes her lovable and easily approachable to the cats. However, her avoiding arguments as much causes her to remain stagnant in handling her relationships with her loved ones since she is not exactly exposed to their emotions as a whole. She fears pain, distress and depression. This however is not healthy at all but she’s learning to accept these feelings and move forth from them.
Her lovable traits are being hardworking, attentive, willingness and being observant of her surroundings. With all of her heart, she yearns to satisfy happiness in everyone despite the dark flaws she possesses.
[/li][li] HISTORY: Amberpaw was born in a litter of three, with two of her siblings named Petalkit and Earlkit. They were the offspring of Brackentail. The three she-kits were the favourite of the nursery, where despite their playfulness, they are aware of disturbing others. They were always there, by each other side, protecting one another till ends of time. They were strong, young and spirited.
Petalkit had always dreamt of being the leader of the clan, where she would guide the clan through the harsh, cold, bare winter till the lovely, warm new-leaf and definitely through bloodshed. She was a warrior and leader at heart.
Earlkit, however, had no such aspirations that were as big as Petalkit’s. She yearns for nothing but happiness in her life, where could be a loving mother in the future to her own kits, similar to hers. She awes her mother’s kind heart.
Amberkit, being the youngest, were clueless in her path. She awed her two sisters, where they were so determined at such young age. She wanted to be something that she wants and have in mind too.
“Petalkit, Earlkit, what should I be when I grow up?” Amberkit mewed as she questioned them on one fine day, amidst their playtime. Both sisters turned to one another in respond and pondered.
A warrior?
A medicine cat?
Amberkit shook her head in dismay as she gave both suggestions a thought or two. None had appealed to her. And so, she dismissed the thought away and resume to their fun.
Several moons had passed. And leaf-bare was growing colder. With everyone huddling in by the sides of their loved ones, the kits were of no exception. Food was growing scarce and they were growing thin. Brackentail too was growing weaker. Alarmed, the three sisters made an oath to her to search for food for her to feed. They would do anything for their mother that they loved so.
Why? I’m strong little ones. I’m stronger than you think. Now rest, and submit to the awaiting slumber. her warm voice cooed as she closed her eyes and slept. Petalkit was not convinced.
We can’t leave her like this!
Disagreements came from the others as they reprimand her of the Warriorcode, Starclan and their duty. They believed it all lies in Starclan’s hands now. All they could do was to pray, pray that their loving mother would regain her strength once again. They too missed the carefree smile of hers. Now, behind every smile lies pain. It was heartbreaking.
The following morning, Amberpaw stirred as she woke up. The familiar warmth beside her was not where it always. It felt cold and vacant. As she peeled her eyes open, the only thing she could remember till today was the horrified look of her mother and a loud wailing cry, full of sadness and anxiety. Everyone was bustling about, howling and screeching at one another as they darted all around. As she-kit scanned the surroundings, she realized something that was amiss. Turning to face her panic-stricken mother, she mewed softly,
Ma, where is Petalkit and Earlkit?
Brackentail uttered no word. As she searched her mind for a possible explanation, she remembered. The look of Petalkit’s determination to help their mother was so strong. But. Why would Earlkit be involved? Her heart ached. She longed for their company, their warmth. She knew the chances of surviving was slim. But she had hoped. Hopefully somewhere, they’re safe and alive. They would be lost but... they have one another. And so she waited.
Days have passed and no news of the missing kits was found. It was not long after when her mother was at their limit. Brackentail’s loss of her kits was far greater than anyone could have imagined. Her weak body grew even weaker and soon she passed away moons after she was made apprentice peacefully.
Amberpaw knew she must not grief for her sisters any longer. And so, after gathering her thoughts and mind, she finally moved on and have lived till today feeling bright and anew again. If they are alive, she would never stop praying to Starclan in hopes of meeting to them once again. She have faith.
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