Post by { i z z i e } on Jan 3, 2011 15:46:54 GMT -6
n a m e :: Breezepaw
a g e :: 12 moons
g e n d e r :: She-cat
c l a n :: WindClan
m e n t o r :: Streamfur
r a n k :: Apprentice
m a t e / c r u s h ::
k i n ::
Cinderfur :: mother :: NPC
Lightwhisker :: father :: NPC
d e s c r i p t i o n ::
Breezepaw is... well, not the biggest cat in the world. She was almost named "Smallkit" or "Littlekit," but in the end, it was decided that the color of her pelt was more striking than her size. Petite with a sweet face, she's all in all not intimidating in the least, but she uses what some might consider a defect to her advantage. Because she's so small, she's also swift and agile. In general, though, her appearance is pretty representative of her; Breezepaw is a good hunter, but she doesn't much care for fighting.
(That's not to say that she can't fight... she can and will, but not with the enthusiasm of other cats.)
She might not be the fiercest warrior, but she's pretty -- she has a color-point coat, snowy white on her back, chest, stomach, and sides, and a grayish-brown color with tabby markings on her tail, legs, and face. Overall, she comes off as a delicately pretty young she-cat, so perhaps it's no wonder that many think she'll grow up to be a queen instead of a warrior. Still, maybe the most memorable thing about Breezepaw is not her size, the color of her pelt, or even her blue eyes, but the sheer optimism that surrounds her like some kind of noxious cloud.
p e r s o n a l i t y ::
[/justify]sweet . forgiving . idealistic . whimsical . eccentric . "genius ditz"
Patient and tolerant to an almost alarming degree, Breezepaw can literally get along with anyone. She doesn't take "no" for an answer when it comes to socializing; the diminutive she-cat is persistent. You will accept her kindness, or so help her, she will not rest until you do.
Breezepaw might not be the most cunning or witty cat in the forest, but she's really sweet, to the point where most cats with any heart can't bring themselves to be too cruel to her. She's not dumb, though, and in fact is surprisingly quick when she snaps out of her usual whimsical, dazed attitude. She could spend her time philosophizing about the world, but she would rather not over-analyze things. While really rather smart, Breezepaw has always identified more with her emotions than her intellect. She's willing to sacrifice being respected for being liked.
She notably lacks the sharp witticisms that just tumble out of some cats' mouths. Her curiosity makes her willing to learn new things, but she's gullible -- she trusts others too much. And she's at a loss when it comes to responding to snarky comments. She usually replies to others' disdain with more kindness.
Maybe it's just her youthful naivete, but in Breezepaw's opinion, everyone is deserving of love, no matter how obvious it may be to a sensible cat that second chances are not the way to go. She is forgiving to a fault and was sometimes taken advantage of as a kit, but Breezepaw doesn't hold that against anyone. She just naturally believes the best about others, even when there really isn't any best about them.
She's very easily amused, and can spend hours collecting smooth stones from the riverbed, or different kinds of flowers that grow around the WindClan lands, or feathers that fall from birds as they fly overhead. She really does love hunting, both for prey and for "cool things." Actually, she's a bit of a hoarder. Her nest is full of weird things she's picked up while out hunting or exploring, and she's very proud of this collection.
h i s t o r y ::
Breezepaw was born Breezekit, the single kit born to a queen named Cinderfur and a warrior called Lightwhisker. As a kit, she was already outgoing and adventurous, intent on befriending basically everyone.
Breezekit was appreciated in the nursery for her friendliness and generosity (especially by the adult cats, who were just glad to not have to break up more fights), but the downside of this was that she was often taken advantage of. The other kits knew that if they asked her to take the blame for some incident, she would, or that if they told her they needed help with something, she would probably do it for them.
At six moons old, she became Breezepaw, and to her surprise was apprenticed to the WindClan deputy, Streamfur. She wasn't at all a good apprentice at first, clumsy at hunting and reluctant to fight, but she wanted to make her mentor proud of her, and when Breezepaw puts her mind to something, she won't stop. She put in a great deal of work to improve her hunting and fighting skills, and became reasonably good, using her small size and agility to her advantage.
She really might have made a better medicine cat than a warrior, but she didn't want to be one. And it wasn't for the reason that most kits have -- no, she wasn't especially attached to the idea of glory in battle or anything. She was afraid of the loneliness that she knew would probably come with being a medicine cat, and that alone told her it wasn't for her.
Now, at eleven moons old, Breezepaw is well on her way to earning her warrior name. She's come a way from the inexperienced, clumsy, bleeding-heart kit of old -- sort of. She's less inexperienced and most of the time less clumsy, but she's kept her idealistic beliefs and her easy friendliness.
If there's one thing to be said for Breezepaw, it's that she never gives up and she never, ever loses hope.
r o l e p l a y e x a m p l e :: *rolls*
o t h e r :: [Song
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