Brightpaw of WindClan

[Kite]

NAME! Brightpaw.
AGE! 6 moons.
RANK! apprentice.
GENDER! f
CLAN! WindClan.
SHORT DESC.! A light ginger tabby and white she-cat with yellow eyes.

FULL DESCRIPTION!

PERSONALITY!

Brightpaw has a serious inferiority complex, and compounded with her fierce competitiveness, it really does set herself up for failure. While she's not a natural worrier, she does spend a lot of time putting herself down and criticizing her actions. Even when she succeeds, there's always that voice in her head telling her that she's still not good enough, that she needs to do better.

Brightpaw is also a perfectionist up into levels of crazy. She has to be the best, and works herself to the bone to get there. She wakes up at the crack of dawn every day and puts 100% into everything she does. She refuses to acknowledge that her body has limits, and instead regards "limits" as more obstacles for her to get past. Every so often her exhaustion catches up with her, and on those days she's even harder on herself for needing to rest.

Super fun not on Brightpaw: she is incredibly shy. I mean, she is so shy that she loses the ability to form audible words in the company of others, unless she knows them really well and they're not being mean to her. So most of the time she's silent and allows her body language to speak for her. It's been working out so far.

HISTORY!

Brightpaw's parents thought they were in love. Perhaps her mother really had been. But soon after she was pregnant with kits, they had a falling out. It was a fight so nasty that the deputy had to break it up. Brightpaw's father began courting another she-cat, and Brightpaw's mother was crushed.

Then the kits were born early. Due to the stress of the pregnancy, Brightpaw was the only kit to survive the night. Brightpaw's mother spent the next six months cautioning Brightpaw not to trust the kind words of other males or else she would have her heart broken.

Brightpaw's father didn't like to be reminded that he had a daughter, and Brightpaw quickly learned to avoid him entirely. He loved enumerating her faults for her and insisting that she would be an inept warrior. Every time she got in trouble or messed up, he would call her a failure, or else blame her mother. The few times she did something someone praised her for, suddenly it was because his blood in her veins had finally done something right.

Rabies took him shortly before Brightpaw was apprenticed. In a deep, dark place in her heart she'll never admit that she has, she was relieved.

RP EXAMPLE!

Wind buffeted her ears, but she kept the rest of her still as stone. Other apprentices had trouble keeping their tails from twitching when they were on the hunt; bad habits picked up from kithood. She didn't. Control oozed from her every pore, straightening her senses into finely tuned weapons. Wind blew the strong scent of rabbit to her hiding spot in a thin clump of scraggly bushes, and she strained her ears to ear her prey.

She didn't. She saw it first, bounding her way like its life depended on it. Which it did; her hunting partner appeared over the hill just behind the rabbit, hard on its tail. The rabbit zig-zagged right toward her hiding spot, trusting its nose to alert it to more danger. But lucky for Brightpaw, the wind didn't shift. She burst from the bush in a flash of tawny and white and fastened her teeth into the rabbit's neck, just missing the spine. The rabbit thrashed wildly, but she held on with her claws and aimed another bite.

"What a sloppy kill," her hunting partner observed. "Better not give that one to the elders. But hey, a kill's a kill. Someone will eat well tonight."

Her earlier confidence slipped away like water over rocks. I need to practice more, she thought. That was a sloppy kill. She just nodded to her partner, grateful for the lack of harsh criticism. She was hard enough on herself as it was.

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No, but I adopted her from here.