Post by Yoko on Dec 30, 2009 13:37:51 GMT -6
Name: Halfpaw
Age: 11 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: SkyClan
Rank: apprentice
Mate/Crush: Open
Kin: Former Medicine Cat Leafbreeze (Aunt), Shadeheart (mother); Stripefoot (Father); Kestrelpaw (sister)
Description: Halfpaw is a small built tortoiseshell cat. Her fur is a mixture of cream tan, midnight black, and snow white. Particularly, she is named for her face. The soft cream combined with the harsh black, despite not being perfectly even, was hard to judge which color was more prevalent. Her mother wanted to name her Lightkit or Shadowkit, but in the end bequeathed the name Halfkit, because she reminded her mother of the half-moon, both light and dark. Over time, her muzzle turned white, but the cream and black still dominate her face. Her eyes are yellow-green.
Her paws right paws are dainty and white with the exception of a black two on her hind right paw. Her left paws are creamy tan. Her tail is black and tipped tan.
Personality: Split Personality!
Lightpaw~Step into the Light
A gentle and tender-hearted she-cat, Lightpaw loves the bright and cheerful aspects of light. She likes running and playing, catching falling leaves, chasing butterflies, and attending ceremonies. She has a deep loyalty to her Clan. The Warrior Code is the most beautiful idea in the world to her. In her naivity, it confuses her as to why any cat would ever break it.
Although she would love to be an excellent apprentice for her mentor, she is utterly unable to focus on training. Her bright nature doesn't exactly add to a low fresh-kill pile. She isn't a bad fighter, but she lacks desire to harm another cat or creature in any way.
However, she is never angry. Any anger she might feel flows into Shadowpaw, or is converted too terrible emotional hurt and sadness. She tends to be an easy cryer, but any cat can tell when she's really been hurt by something.
She's excellent at making friends. But Shadowpaw makes it hard to keep them...
Shadowpaw~ Welcome to the Haven of Darkness~
Shadowpaw is the exact, extreme, opposite of Lightpaw. She despises not only bright and cheery things like: Ceremonies, butterflies, catching falling leaves, games, jokes, and friendship. She also despises light. She despises the sunlight and hot weather, especially in leaf-green though she does come in the daytime when it's absolutely necessary. She prefers the colder weather and the dim lighting of twilight and leaf-fall.
Shadowpaw doesn't give a flying Fox-dung about apprentice duties or serving the Clan. She does what is needed for Halfpaw to become a warrior because it is what her lighter half wants. She has almost no capacity for loyalty, except when Lightpaw might be harmed if she breaks a promise. The Warrior Code and StarClan mean nothing to her.
She is always angry, but it shows through an insanely toothy smile and a burning fire in her eyes. She can't be hurt emotionally. This was the very reason that she was born in Halfpaw's mind. Her coldness, her cruelty, her lust for vengeance on the life she has been given are all things that Halfpaw felt before her mind was split in two. Shadowpaw is the expression of those feelings.
Appearance: In their mind, Shadowpaw's face is black where Halfpaw and Lightpaw's face is cream, and cream where Lightpaw and Halfpaw's face is black.
~Halfpaw as a whole~
Though the two personalities share a single body, they conversate often with each other (mostly in their split mind). The personalities are contradictory, yet coexisting. They don't hate each other and in fact they have a deep bond and a desire to protect each other, like sisters. Usually, Shadowpaw doing the protecting though.
History: Halfkit was born with a whole mind to two very sane warriors. They instilled loyalty, trust, and the Warrior Code into the kit's mind. For a time, Halfkit was completely good. She wasn't an easy cryer though, she was tough at the same time. She got angry at times but had a strong grip on that anger. She lived her life as a normal happy kit should...for about three moons.
The World soon shattered around her. Deaths in her family were happening left and right. Her mother's sister, the Medicine Cat at that time, abandoned the Clan. She walked through the camp entrance screaming that the family was cursed and her sister (Halfkit's mother) deserved to die. Though terrified by the event, Halfkit got over it with ease. Then, days later, the sister's body turned up on the territory's edge. Halfkit's father had been near there that day and was accused. Rather than fleeing from the Clan as they tried to drive him off, Halfkit's father stayed and fought. One warrior went too far and Halfkit's father was mortally wounded. It was then that her mother confessed to killing the sister and she exclaimed that her sister had known a terrible secret about Halfkit's family, not just this generation but several generations back. A mystery passed on generation after generation, an ancient family tradition that, being a medicine cat, Halfkit's Aunt could not bear to perform. Rather than explain further, Halfkit's mother dashed out of the camp and threw herself off of the Gorge.
It was a sheer miracle that Halfkit was not banished. The Clan so feared that the little one was cursed as well...But she was made an apprentice eventually. The other apprentices, who had grown up with Halfkit and knew her terrible sadness and pain, gathered around her and became her closest and only friends.
In the meantime, Halfpaw had long since been in shock. By the time she was made into an apprentice, her mind was completely fragmented. She was sent to the Medicine Cat's den for a moon as an apprentice, and most believed that she would never recover the trauma to her mind. However, in that short span, the fragments reorganized themselves. Her mind was split in two to manage the strain of her extremely sensitive emotions. Only her true friends know how deep the split is. Only they know Lightpaw and Shadowpaw as separate individuals. Halfpaw no longer exists, but is a name that both can be summoned by.
Roleplay example: (Hunting)
Halfpaw crouched, her petite form bending effortlessly into hunting postion.
Other: I smell new plot, though it was not intentional!
I sort of like the idea.
