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Dewclaw App

Published: Nov 29, 2013

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Description

i think she's old enough/i've drawn enough for her to become a warrior

so im off to figure out a good name for her //edit: lol ok im leaning toward dewclaw bc not only does it sound nice but it's a cAT PUN

also i redesigned her and i am very happy with the result uvu

whispers part of the writing on the app is rly messy bc i did it with my mouse gomen

GENERAL

Name Dewclaw

Past Names Dewkit -> Dewpaw

Gender Female

Age 14 months

Original Clan Brineclan

Rank Warrior

PERSONAL

Brief Personality

Inquisitive: Dewclaw loves to wander about and learn new things. She was always trying to leave the warmth of her den as a kit to attempt to learn more about the world, and is always eager to explore more of the unknown. She gobbles up information and gossip with the same fierce appetite.

Proud: Dewclaw is completely in love with the fact that her thick fur and large, flat paws prepare her for the snow-covered world better than most. She grooms her fur often, but it is generally sticking up everywhere by the end of the day. Additionally, she will always try and act brave or confident even if it's not the way she's feeling. She feels as if she needs to look her best in front of others, especially the older cats. She wants them to know that she will never let them down.

Superstitious: Dewclaw believes in everything; Starclan, ghosts, zombies; you name it. She loves ghost stories, and listens to them with eagerness, often trying to hide how scared she gets because of them. She wants to learn as much as she can about these. After all, the world has been magically covered in snow; who says that ghosts and other dead things won't jump up and start wandering around?

Overdramatic: Dewclaw has a tendency to overreact to things - and be VERY loud about her overreactions. If she's stuck with a job she doesn't want to do, she will ensure that everyone in the camp knows about it. She has a tendency to complain a lot, especially if she's stuck NOT doing something. Additionally, she over-reacts to things other cats do - if someone ignores something she says, she may assume that that cat hates her.

Eager: Dewclaw is the kind of cat that will bounce around the camp, always eager to help out, as long as she's doing SOMETHING. She hates feeling useless, and basically has an "if I'm not doing something every minute of the day, I am not living" sort of attitude. Often this causes her to come across as impatient to others.

Cautious: Dewclaw has not forgotten her time in the tunnels. She is planning to move through life with as much enjoyment as she can find, but she will not forget how cruel the world can be. She is going to sleep with one eye open and distrust those she meets more commonly now - as she knows that, when one gets hungry enough, a lifetime of friendship can mean nothing.

Extra quirks: Dewclaw is afraid of the dark and disappointing the people she respects and admires. Her favorite food is rabbit, and she loves to steal loose rabbit fur and tuck it into the place she sleeps. Her goal in life is to mentor as many apprentices as she can.

History

When Dewkit was born, she was the largest one out of the 3 kits. She was the toughest, too; got the most milk, had the thickest fur, fought for her place close to her mother's side. One of her siblings soon died of starvation and cold, but she and her smaller brother survived. Her mother had to fight constantly to keep Dewpaw in the nursery; if she had left, she would have died, but man, did she want to leave. Meanwhile, her younger brother stayed meek and quiet during every fight, and managed to both console and scold Dewpaw when the fight was over. The two siblings became apprentices on the same day, and received their -paw names proudly. Soon after, their mother and father separated - they had simply grown tired of each other, and had constantly had disagreements about how much attention and time they paid/spent with each other. Dewpaw's brother blamed Dewpaw; he never said it, but she knew. He believed that her constant fights with their mother had pushed her away, so much that she started to ignore them and their father. The siblings grew apart after that, but Dewpaw still felt fiercely protective of her brother, and kept an eye on him as often as she could. She managed to stay with him when the clan moved to the tunnels, but because he was so skinny and so focused on keeping others healthy over himself, he soon died of starvation. Dewpaw wasn't quite the same after that; she lost interest in exploring the deep, dark caves, and slowly stopped talking to everyone in the tunnels. She became a warrior, but it didn't feel the same with the dwindling amount of cats in the clan.

One night, as she was sleeping in a corner distant from everyone else, her throat was slit by the other hungry cats in her clan.

After moving on to Starclan, Dewclaw regained most of her childish, excited personality, but there will always be a side of her that understands exactly how dark the world can get.

When it was announced that there would be cats returned to earth to start the clan anew, Dewclaw didn't hesitate to volunteer. She was determined to do what she had not done in the land covered in ice - she wanted to live life to its fullest, she wanted to create something great, she wanted to make sure the clan was safe and happy.

RELATIONS

Family

Softcall (mother)

Treestripe (father)

Sparrowpaw (brother)

Mentor none

Apprentice none

Relationship Status N/A

Mate none

Kits none

Relationships

= Acquaintance

= Uncertainty

= Friend

= Good Friend

= Family

= Crush

= Love

= Lust

= Greatly Dislike

= Despise

Feeling | Name - Occupation - Roleplayer

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE

Cassiel padded across soft carpeting and into a room where toys were strewn everywhere. The playroom, Mia thought, there are nice soft things in here. The grabby child likes them. Cassiel ignored the thoughts of the cat, turning his attention outward to the room. There were windows scattered around the walls of the room, and the cat crept to one near a corner before leaping to the sill. The window was open, as it always was, and a cool winter breeze drifted into the room. Mia fluffed her furn against the cold; Cassiel merely flicked an ear with annoyance as he acknowledged that the cold might cause problems in the future. Cassiel caused the vessel to step out onto the roof of the house, his claws coming out to grip the hard surface. The two slinked across the strange material, moving toward an old oak tree that grew next to the house. Cassiel made the vessel leap forward, paws outstretched, and managed to swing himself up onto a branch. He scaled the tree downwards, ignoring Mia's protests. How do you even know how to DO this? Do you know if it's safe? What if there are MORE big men out there? Or grabby children? Or yappy dogs? I KNOW BECAUSE I HAVE OBSERVED THIS EARTH FOR CENTURIES. I KNOW THE INNER WORKINGS OF EVERY ANIMAL ON THE PLANET. IT IS NOT SAFE FOR YOU, BUT IT IS SAFE FOR ME. I WILL PROTECT YOU; I NEED YOUR VESSEL. I CANNOT LEAVE IT. I KNOW NOT WHY. ALSO, STOP TALKING LIKE THAT, YOU ARE NOT A KITTEN ANYMORE. SPEAK LIKE AN ADULT CAT.

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milkkie

Dec 26, 2013

sh e s lovel y omg