TGL | Streamclan | Clearpaw

I do believe I have finished! 8D

Common Knowledge

Name | Clearkit - Clearpaw - ????

Name Breakdown

Clear | Given when she was born, named for the way her fur seems translucent when the light hits it at the right angle
paw | Common suffix for apprentices

Age | 6 Moons
Gender | She-cat
Breed | Mixed; American Curl Dominant

American Curl(50%) x Turkish Van(25%) x Domestic Shorthair(25%)

Clan | Streamclan
Rank | Apprentice

In-Depth Knowledge

Current Traits

Submissive | Clever | Friendly | Modest | Dependent | Impulsive | Dreamer | Self-contempt

"I-if...If you say jump, I'll j-jump. I'll do what you want" || Submissive
As a kit she figured out that she wasn't liked for her strange eyes and ways, but soon realized that by listening to anything someone says, she 'befriended' them easier. Now she has a slight understanding that she is being used, but it's at the point where she feels safer being obedient. She prefers to listen and follow orders rather than forge her own path. One may call it odd, but what can one do. She follows orders given to her, and she is very obedient.

"Look, the best way to get over there is to go this way, and..." || Clever
One thing you should never call Clearpaw is stupid, for that is one thing she is not. She has the open mind that allows her to see a problem and come up with an answer much faster than anyone else. She can turn an impossible situation into a simple solution after a mere glance. She is very bright, and when she grows up, no doubt she will be very wise. For her age frame, she is seen as clever, and that is a very easy thing to see. She studies everything if she can, in order to learn as much as she can about it.

"Hello, I'm Clearpaw, what's your name?" || Friendly
Clearpaw would rather make friends than enemies, and as such, she tries every method she can think of. Aside from being sibmissive, being downright friendly no matter what seems to be one of the better ways. She won't talk about someone behind their back, she will compliment someone if she can tell they are having an off day, and she will go out of her way to help someone should they be struggling.

"I'm not that great at hunting...Russetpaw is much better than I am" || Modest
Modesty has been something she has had since she could talk. She believes everyone is lying when they say something nice to her, and will offer up an example to show she isn't what they just said. She doesn't like to talk good about herself, she keeps things in moderation when it coems to her appearance, her abilities, and anything in general. She won't boast, she won't brag. She is a humble feline.

"Please help me, I can't do it on my own..." || Dependent
She depends on the company of others to keep her hopes and dreams alive. If she is alone, she starts to wory she will never make friends. She isn't that strong, nor that brave. She has come to depend on others due to her sister always being there for her when she was a kit. She needed help then, and she still feels she needs help now.

"Something...Something fun? Why...Why dont we go steal prey from Mountainclan!" || Impulsive
Caused by the torment and mocking of her kithood, Clearpaw will go out of her way to do something spontaneous in order to get someone to like her. Whle she would prefer others to come up with ideas, coupled with her clever trait, she will come up with something fun and different to do or say, something that will bring attention to the fact that she is a pretty cool cat to be around and to be friends with.

"Maybe one day I'll be leader...Clearstar...It sounds pretty, doesn't it?" || Dreamer
Star light, Star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish, I wish tonight. Clearpaw dreams of better days. Of friends, of a life where she is loved and respected. She has an active imagination. Without friends when she was younger, she had to amuse herself. Her mind was her adventure. She could and still can, dream up an entire world where she was the sought after she-cat. Where everyone loved her, wanted to be near her, wanted to be her. She dreams constantly, and will often daydream in the middle of training.

"I'm so weak, and my red eyes are so ugly!" || Self-Contempt
It's not her fault, really, but Clearpaw hates herself. She hates her eyes, she hates her white fur, she hates her size, her smell, her actions. She hates the way she thinks, walks, talks, how she likes rabbits but hates fish. She cannot stand to be herself. She was teased so much as a kit she has gotten the idea that she is not perfect under her skin, and it manifested into hatred for all that she is. Whether she will grow out of it is unsure, but should anyone ask or mention anything like it, she will readily agree with them, though she often tries to pass it of as a joke on herself.

Unlockable Traits

These traits are possibilities that may occur throughout her life. Different events can unlock different traits. This opens up her entire life to the factor of time and events! Nothing is set in stone, this shows that.

Pending...
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History

Once upon a time
Petalkit was born to an elderly she-cat. One who had been raped and left for dead. Her battered and beaten body found by a passing patrol, Lila had been taken to Streamclan camp to recover. The leader at the time saw no reason to keep her there for much longer once she were to heal, but upon discovering the loner was with kits, extended the invitation to make Streamclan her new home. Lila agreed, taking on the name Lilarose. Two moons later, she bore a litter of three kits. Two were sickly, her old body hadn't managed to keep them alive, and they perished that night. The last, a she-cat that looked like Lilarose herself, was strong. She didn't fully understand the ways of the clan yet, but gave her kit the name Petalkit, and promised that no matter how she had come to life, Petalkit was the most important one in Lilarose's heart. Sadly, Lilarose passed before Petalkit's ceremony, and she was adopted by another queen in the camp. After that, Petal's life was relatively normal.

When she was an apprentice, new and untrained, a young warrior was assigned as her mentor, Fleetears. She, being young, impressionable, and a romantic, gained a crush on her strong teacher. Fleetears was unaware of this at first, and showed Petalpaw everything he knew. Petalpaw was nine moons old when she admitted to the tom her feelings. He was surprised, but he let her down gently. He already had feelings for another, a fellow warrior by the name Briareyes. Petalpaw became dejected, and withdrew. Her feelings never went away, only becoming stronger. She aged, became a warrior, and continued to lust after Fleetears.

Petalheart quickly became a loyal and strong warior of Streamclan, and was given apprentices of her own. Fleetears became mates with Briareyes around the time Petalheart was 30 moons, when he himself was about 40 moons. Petalheart was crushed, her feelings having become overwhelming. She followed him whenever she could, and finally confronted him. She begged him to love her, and he treated her like a kit again, apologizing and brushing her off. She became withdrawn, and over the next season cycle, mated with a few males, but none of them captured her heart like Fleetears had. She was now 60 moons old, one of the older warriors, and Fleetears had lost Briareyes about three moons before to a patrol skirmish. She followed him again, and because he was vunerable, she was able to convince him to lay with her. This occured a few times before he came to his senses. He became angry with his former apprentice, and the two went on a walk together. He was determined to get rid of her once and for all, but Petalheart seduced him. This time, there were consequences. Her belly grew heavy with kits, and to Fleetears dismay, a she-cat that was not his love bore his blood. He was angry, and refused to visit them when they were born.

Kithood
Three kittens suckled at the belly of the queen, each looking different, but each one resembling the parents. Petalheart was thrilled. Each kitten was healthy, and she couldn't be happier. Fleetears continued to avoid the nursery whenever Petalheart was there, but he stopped in a few times to see his kits. He was, naturally, amazed by how small they were, and he even offered to help name them. Before their eyes opened, all four kits had names. The only tom was named Softkit, and one of the she-cats was named Jaykit. The final kit, a pure white she-cat, was called Clearkit. Fleetears had chosen her name based on the way her fur appeared see-through when the light hit it just right. All three kitswere as active as could be hoped for, and nothing was wrong.

When the kits were old enough, their eyes opened. Two had the normal colored eyes of kittens, but one kit, little Clearkit, had pink hued eyes. This worried Petalheart, who had never seen an albino before, and she rushed her daughter to the medicine cat's den. Upon examination, Clearkit was diagnosed with Albinism, a simple disease that removed all pigment from her fur, skin and eyes. It was relatively harmful, though there was a chance that as she grew, signs of lack of eye development may appear. Petalheart, relieved, took her daughter back to the nursery where her kits grew as any other kit would.

Clearkit was treated normally by her siblings, but other kits in the clan didn't understand her condition. She was shunned, called a demon, trouble, spawn of the dark forest, you name it. She grew meek, and took to trying to make others happy in order to make friends. She discovered this worked best when she just did what she was told. Softkit tried to help her befriend on of his own friends once, but the kit kept calling Clearkit names. Telling her to just shut up once, she did as he said, and closed her mouth. The kit, Rushkit, was amused, and started inviting Clearkit to play with him more often. Softkit, happy he had helped, went off to play with his other friends. Jaykit wasn't sure, and she stuck by her sister. Clearkit followed all instructions given to her without fail, and this caused her to get into trouble when one day, upon being told to, she ventured into the Leaders den. Cloverstar was kind about it, but scolded the little kit. Clearkit apologized and rushed back to the nursery where she curled up with Petalheart for the rest of the day. Jaykit and Clearkit were closer than Softkit was to his sisters, only because, when you are the only boy, you need to find some male friends. Clearkit became attached to Jaykit, and she began to need her. The kits grew, and when their ceremonies came and went, Clearpaw found she could no longer depend on her sister to be there.

It hasn't been that long since the siblings became apprentices, and Clearpaw still holds her thoughts that she did before. She believes agreeing and following orders is the best thing for her. She believes when someone is bossing her around, its because they care about her. She is happy this way, and over time, it formats her life. Her eyes are fine, but there are times when the sun blinds her, when she cannot see in the dark. These cases are rare, but they do occur. How her life develops is up to her clan, and her future has yet to be written.

Apprenticeship
Pending...

Warrior Life
Pending...

Kin

Mother | Petalheart | _{NPC Warrior | Open for Adoption}
Father | Fleetears | _{NPC Warrior}
Siblings | Jaypaw, Softpaw| _{Roleplayed by ~Shudderz and ~pack4ever8}

Fun Facts

Clearpaw will occasionally have cases where her eye sensitivity flares, or her visability fails. This is due to her albinism, and cannot be helped.
Clearpaw feels more comfortable with someone who isn't afraid to boss her around than someone who is timid like herself.
The two feathers Clearpaw wears weaved into her fur were given to her by her father, a token to show that, while he may not be there often, she is still his daughter. He replaces them for her should they be broken or lost, so the kind of feather ranges from what's shown to bluejays, robins, etc. But there are always two.
Do not be afraid to be mean to her! It is actually preffered, for she will form better relationships that way!

Looking for 1 - 2 bullies that are constantly mean/abusive to her. Started when she was a kit. Comment!

Sexual Information

Sexual Oriantation Heterosexual
Preference Clearpaw doesn't really know what she wants, but she does know that cats that have darker color pelts are within her likes, and green eyes are gorgeous to her. She is fond of strength, and due to not really being too confident, she would probably prosper in a relationship where she honestly doesnt have much freedom. 
Likes Rude, Abusive, Demanding, Dominant, Darker colored, green eyes, Strong
Hates Timid, Kind, Sweet, Submissive, Yellow Eyes, weak
Activity Virgin 

Current Attractions
None Right Now

Sexual History
= Minor Happenings
= Has been sexually active with
= Regretted

[ Name || Age || Clan || :bullet: ]

Looking for
✘ a lasting relationship.
✘ a short fling.
✔ doesn't really know

_{Stole the History part from ~ScarletEmerald I sowwy ;u;}

Relationships

= Acquaintance
= Uncertainty
= Friend
= Good Friend
= Family
= Crush
= Love
= Lust
= Greatly Dislike
/ = Despise

[ :bullet: || Name || Clan || Thoughts]

[ || Jaypaw || Streamclan || My sister. I love her so much. She's been by my side since I can remember! If I need help, know I can go to her for advice! She won't ever let me down, I know that for sure! ~pack4ever8]

[ || Softpaw || Streamclan || Softpaw was born first, so he's my big brother. He's kind to me, but I'm not sure what he truely thinks of me. Family you love, sure, but who knows. ~Shudderz]



To be added as time goes on

Rp Sample

Taken from an rp with =Elesette of Softecho and Desoto of #The-Dawn-Eclipse
The continued ringing of her bell was lost to the little cat as she chowed down on her makeshift meal. The leftover berries were set aside as she finished the rest of her salad, saving the rest of the berries for last. She finished everything else and rolled the last couple of berries around with her paw, smiling at the way they moved, and the way the rain looked, beaded up on the round red balls. She went to eat them but was spooked by the sound of a loud voice, and her head shot up, staring at the very large feline in her area.

Her blue eyes blinked as she stared in wonder. He was the biggest cat she'd ever seen! His question was pushed out of her head as she studied him. It would seem almost as if she was analyzing him, but in reality, she was eyeballing his fur. It looked odd, slicked back by the rain that still fell around them, and he didn't look comfortable. She didn't understand the look on his face, and she suddenly became aware that he had spoken.

He had a strange tone to his voice that she didn't recognize, but his question was an easy one. She smiled at him and giggled. "They taste good, and I'm still here! Duh!" She jumped to her paws, carefully picking up one of the berries and skipped over to him, putting it at his paws."Try it! You'll see! They taste good, they have so much juice! I'm hungry, and its what I found, and it works! Do you want some more? I can show you the bush! If I can find it again. Left right straight under left...thats it, yes! Who are you?"

She blinked up at him, the male towering over her, a smile forever plastered on her muzzle.

An excerpt of an ongoing rp with *Sparrow-puff of Ferretpaw and Eaglepaw of

He was confused when the larger male took one of the smaller pieces of prey from the fresh-kill pile. Didn't someone larger require a bit more food to start the day? He found the thought crossing his mind that maybe, just maybe, this male was a bit more like himself than it seemed. Maybe his large form wasn't mass, but fur? He found a spark of hope rising inside him. He looked over his shoulder, knowing Wildpaw was no doubt watching him, and flattened his ears.

He stepped forwards and scanned the pile carefully before picking up a mouse. Even if he really planned to eat a lot, a mouse was more than enough for himself. It barely had any meat on its bones, probably the catch of a new apprentice or a lazy warrior forced to go hunting. It served the purpose, Wildpaw seemed satisfied. Ferretpaw took the mouse off to the side, then looked at Eaglepaw again. Was he just like him? He picked up the mouse and took it over to the male. Uh...H-hi... His voice caught in his throat, so he swallowed and tried again. "Hello...