Wingpaw;Shadeclan;MCA

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WINGPAW

Name: Wingpaw
Age: 6 moons
Birthday: July, 14, 2012
Ranking: Medicine cat apprentice; used to be loner.

General Information

Physical Description: Her body is extremely small, almost as small as a kit, when shes full grown she'll probably be as big as an apprentice. But do not underestimate her as many others might, she is extremely strong and could probably carry a full grown cat if she needed to. Her fur isn't very interesting, so I would be sorry to bore you. But its needed, so I will say it. Lets just say, shes pretty much all white. The only part that's not blank and snow white, is her forehead. Which I'm sure you will happily look down and read more about in the next paragraph.

On her forehead, is a black slash, which fades off to the right and starts angling down, and surprisingly, it looks like a wing. no duh, right? Well for her eyes, those or probably the interesting part about my little Wing here. She has amazing, bright blue eyes that are extremely bright if you catch them in light. They are almost white and hard to look at if they reflect the sun, so you will need to watch out for that one thing. she also has a little pink nose, pads, and inside ears. Well, actually I think I've forgot some things as well, silly me. On the back of her left ear is ALSO all black. Her fur; short, almost prickly but she grooms it so its nice and soft to the touch. Her tail is a bit longer than usual, its barely noticeable, you would have to put it up to another cats tail to really be able to see, but who's got the time for something like that? Anyways, now, finally, we are done with the boring appearance. You may look down o personality now.

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Personality Description: Wingpaw is a interesting and extremely mysertious she-cat. I'll have to go through many subjects, but its all good as long as you enjoy reading. Well, as for emotion, she pretty much has none. Sure she crys, rages, and everything, but its all in her head. her face and body motion is always blank, and you can never, ever tell what shes feeling even if your 'good at that kind of thing.' Another thing about Wing, is that if you don't accept her after shes given it all, or something of that sort, she doesn't really care what you think about her anymore. If she doesn't get it the first time with you, shes not going to spend anymore energy on you.

And another thing about Wing, even if she doesn't show a lot of emotion, inside of her head she is an extremely emotional fall head over heels for a guy you just met kind of she-cat. She is always very quite, and rarely ever talks, she barely even makes sounds either. If you want a response you will probably get a flicker of eyes, or a nod of the head. But, she is extremely loyal, and being as strong as she is she would never back down a challenge, ever. She will stand strong in front of you, and probably beat you buns(literally!). She respects her higher ranks, and will do there bidding, but will still stand for whats right as that's just who she is as a person. You can always tell shes not giving you all the information, shes not telling the whole story. But don't push, or else you will get a snap to the nose. She doesn't get rid of grudges easily, but she doesn't really show that shes angry with you, as she doesn't show emotion as I've said above before. She has a way of just staring at you, and you change your mind. Its almost like a mind trick, but she obviously doesn't really do anything. She also enjoys staying busy, as she likes to have lots of chores to do. She likes to lay down in her moss bed at night, and know she actually did something that day!

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Likes:

• Her clan
  
• Kits
  
• People who understand her.
  

Dislikes:

• Slimy thing
  
• Betrayers
  
• The other clans
  

History: Well, to tell the whole story of her history, I must start with her parents. In the end it will all come together, trust me. Now, there was once a tom named Duskstripe, but he was madly in love with a she-cat in Stoneclan, named Silvertail. Now, Duskstripe was Nightclan, so they couldn't be mates, though he knew that Silvertail felt the same about him. Eventually, one night, they ran to the mountains together. There, they lived happily for several moons together. But one day, Silvertail noticed something different about her self. She was slowly getting bigger. Silvertail, was pregnant. Moons went by, and it was almost time for her to have her and Duskstripe kits. It was a happy time for the couple. But one night when Duskstripe went out for a hunt, he didn't come back. Silvertail waited and waited, but she knew in the back of he mind, Duskstripe was dead. That night; she had all four of her kittens. The bad part; well, her mate had disappeared, she had gone out to search for him, and she had fallen in to a pile of rocks and that's where she was having her kits.

She had four kits, one looked like Duskstripe, one looked like her, one looked like a mix of them, and one looked nothing like any cat she had ever seen before. This last one, was yes, the small Wing we are hearing about today. Wing though, being as strong as she is, found her way under a rock, isn't that nice? And her mother was too worried and hurrying her self with getting the other kits warm in the snow that she hadn't noticed. Slowly, Wing was covered in snow. Right before death over took the small she-cat, her mother freaked out and started digging in the snow. she found Wing and saved her life. But by then, little did the tiny newborn kit know was that the rest of her siblings were dead from the cold, there mother couldn't save them.

Wing was easily taken care of now that she was the only kit alive. her mother never told her of her siblings though, or how she almost died under the snow. Her mother was always worried about Wing though, because now Silvertail had to go and hunt, and leave her poor little baby girl behind. Also, Wing was strange, mystic, just plain weird. If Silvertail had seen another cat like that, she would have sworn it was unnatural or a ghost or something of that sort, but sense it was her kit she acted like it was normal for cats to be that way. By three moons old it got harder for Wings mother. She could now eat meat, and after she had taken a bite she didn't want milk anymore, which meant more hunting and more leaving Wing alone in the den. At four moons old, her mother came rushing in to the den one day. Eyes blazed with fear, her fur ragged and covered with her own blood, she screamed "RUN, WING! RUN! RUN TO THE FOREST!"

Wing stopped in confusion, it was about the only time she had really ever showed emotion. But seeing the scars on Silvertails back, she knew this was for her best. They told each other they loved each other in quicker than a second breathes, and Wing dashed. Never had a cat run as fast, well as far as I know. Wing was running as if she were a white, and slightly black blur. In to the forest she was in minutes. She leapt in to a tree and crouched in the shadows. but she was surprised, no white flecks or cold air was hitting her pelt. In fact, it was sunny and dry here. She looked around in amazement, and she decided that she didn't want to live in the mountains anymore, she would live here. She nodded to her self, eve if she was a kit, she could catch small birds and things? And if she needed to, she would catch frogs. Anything to survive, she would do it for her dad, and her mom.

In the next moon she had met the Shadeclan medicine cat, and she strangely could smell the herbs, and identity if and tell what it could do. It would make her a fantastic medicine cat. But she was a loner, and a strange one at that. They weren't sure if Shadeclan was too accept her as she was or not. But another moon passed, she was six moons, the age for a real clan apprentice to become one. They talked to the Shadeclan leader, and she made Shadeclan accept her with hard work and duty's, and eventually she was named Wingpaw; medicine cat apprentice of Shadeclan. The used to be loner, with a unknown history.

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Roleplay Sample

Wingpaw was dreaming at that moment. She was running with a group of starclan cats, she was howling at the moon and having small talk with Starclan as they ran on to somewhere unknown. Starclan was the place she would visit every night, tell her feelings, cry, rant, talk about her crush...They understood her. It was wonderful here, dreamy, defiantly. She loved starclan, and all of its members. She knew where she could wander to the dark-forest from Starclan know even. But she didn't want to go there, it reeked of slime and blood, and it always had shrieks and yowls echoing out to Starclan. She shivered at the thought. A paw was shoved in to her side, and she awoke. She blinked sleepily, but looked awake the minute she was. She dipped her head to her mentor, said a quick good-morning and got up. She shook the small bits of moss from her fur, yawning and stretching.

The next thing she knew, her duties had started. She had cleaned the den, got her and her mentor new moss beds, sorted the herbs, got break-fest, and she could swore she was talking in to doing the elders ticks. She then heard the clan-meeting being called, and her ears perked to hear better, as she didn't want to move closer to the big group which was her clan. She moved to the back, not close enough to touch anyone, and in the corner as well. She smiled as the three kits were mad apprentices, they deserved it after being held back another moon to mature! She held a snort of laughter, and normally you would think her face would show that, not Wingpaw. She looked back to see her mentor signaling her back in, obviously to do some more work, which was just fine with her. She preferred to say busy actually. Now that the meeting was over, she wasn't sure how the rest of this day was going to go though.

Taking a wild guess, she figured it was going to be like any other. The forest was calmed, no recent battles or anything. Maybe the accusal skirmish at the border, but other than that silence and friendly nods covered the plains. She was not upset at this either, ever sense she had joined the clans she had heard stories of battles, wars even. Amazing, really, how they don't realize how they same they all are. but maybe that's the reason they always butt heads. Wingpaw went on with her business for the rest of the day, nodding to her clan-mates with her usual emotionless face which seemed to freak some of her clan-mates out, but she didn't mind much because she had already made them accept her. The others that didn't accept her, she didn't care what they thought about her anyways. She, helping the other apprentices out, changed there bedding as well that day because she was bored. She shrugged when they thanked her. Why thank me, I am only doing my job' she thought with a few flickering eyes. She sighed, bored, in the middle of camp. She wished she had something to do. her claws unsheathed, and digged in to the dirt, drawing it up towards her.

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