Post by bee on Jul 21, 2020 14:48:56 GMT -6
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[attr="class","appTAG"]dewspark- (a gray ragdoll she-cat with bright blue eyes.)
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| 35 MOONS | CIS FEMALE | BISEXUAL | THUNDERCLAN | WARRIOR |
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[attr="class","appCATEGORY"]TRAITS
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| + capable + enthusiastic + innovative + playful + adaptable | - argumentative - aimless - impulsive - procrastinator - egotistical |
[attr="class","appCATEGORY"]PERSONALITY
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[attr="class","appFIELD"]Confidence comes easily to Dewspark; she prides herself on her abilities and her ow versatility. Never one to shy away from something new – whether that be a new technique or experience -, Dewspark thrives in the unknown. She’s eager to learn and understand the world in a different way. Well, that is, until the inevitable happens and she grows tired of it. When something is explained to her, it loses its spark of untold secrets and becomes mundane. She flits from idea to idea, her hunger for innovative ideas never satiated. As such, Dewspark isn’t a master at any particular skill, instead, she embodies the spirit of the phrase “jack of all trades, master of none.” She knows the basics of a lot of skills, but she tires of repeating the same exercise and hurries off to another strange and exciting skill.
Even at such a young age, Dewspark liked to argue; as one of the kits from a second litter, she wanted to see just how much she could push Smogbelly and Cloud-. As she was given more leeway than she probably should’ve, Dewspark developed an impulsive strike. She doesn’t think, she just acts. It’s easier that way for her, but it also means that most of the time her brother, Mistfall, is the one who has to worry about the repercussions. For the most part, her antics and her tricks are intended to be funny and positive, but she doesn’t consider how others will react and potential consequences.
Despite this, Dewspark does have a quiet streak when she’s not busy causing mayhem; she finds others fascinating when they open up to her, the way their mind works and bends to finds excuses and reasons where neither exist. It makes her feel wanted whenever they open up to her and after losing one of her best friends and one of her eldest brothers, Rainleap, she clings to that desire of feeling wanted of being leaned on.
Even at such a young age, Dewspark liked to argue; as one of the kits from a second litter, she wanted to see just how much she could push Smogbelly and Cloud-. As she was given more leeway than she probably should’ve, Dewspark developed an impulsive strike. She doesn’t think, she just acts. It’s easier that way for her, but it also means that most of the time her brother, Mistfall, is the one who has to worry about the repercussions. For the most part, her antics and her tricks are intended to be funny and positive, but she doesn’t consider how others will react and potential consequences.
Despite this, Dewspark does have a quiet streak when she’s not busy causing mayhem; she finds others fascinating when they open up to her, the way their mind works and bends to finds excuses and reasons where neither exist. It makes her feel wanted whenever they open up to her and after losing one of her best friends and one of her eldest brothers, Rainleap, she clings to that desire of feeling wanted of being leaned on.
[attr="class","appCATEGORY"]HISTORY
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TW: mentions of death
Birth father: Smogbelly, 56 moons old, deceased
Birth mother: Cloudwing, 70 moons old, alive
Sisters: Snowstep, 45 moons old, alive ; Hailstorm, 45 moons old, alive
Brothers: Rainleap, 28 moons old, deceased ; Mistfall, 35 moons old, alive
Timeline of important events:
✿ -15 moons: Smogbelly and Cloudwing become mates.
✿ -10 moons: They have their first litter: Snowstep, Hailstorm, and Rainleap.
✿ 0 moons: Mistkit and Dewkit are born.
✿ 6 moons: Dewkit eggs Mistkit on to climb a tree in camp. He ends up falling and breaking one of his legs. While Mistkit recovers in the medicine cat den, as punishment, Dewkit’s apprentice ceremony is pushed back.
✿ 8 moons: Dewpaw and Mistpaw are named apprentices.
✿ 18 moons: During a patrol, Rainleap is killed by a fox.
✿ 19 moons: Mistpaw is given his warrior name: Mistfall.
✿ 20 moons: Dewpaw is given her warrior name: Dewspark.
✿ 21 moons: Smogbelly is killed during a border scuffle against ShadowClan.
✿ 28 moons: Mistfall becomes deputy.
During her kithood, Dewkit was surrounded by familial love and adoration. Her siblings were in their apprenticeship when she and her brother were born. From the moment she could move, she followed after her older siblings, awestruck at how amazing Hailpaw, Snowpaw, and Rainpaw were. Out of the three, Rainpaw was the one who doted on Dewkit the most. Hailpaw and Snowpaw felt so far removed from her own world that Dewkit didn’t even think of playing with them. She adored spending time with Rainpaw, her eyes always wide with excitement as he tried to show her a new move he had learned. He told her stories of what the world was like outside the camp and she was dying to go out and explore on her own. It didn’t help that their mother, Cloudwing, was more focused on getting the kits out of the nursery so she could return to her warrior duties. It wasn’t as though their mother hated her kits, but it was clear in her desire to be able to move; Dewkit soon realized that even adults should be allowed to be selfish every now and then.
As the moons went on, Dewkit grew more and more restless. She began to spend her time out of the nursery, getting under the warriors’ paws to try and extract stories from them. Her father, Smogbelly, had been the main target of her antics; she would try and get him to tell her stories. Her brother, Mistkit, came as a plus one whenever she went out to “adventure.” Their father would tell them stories, getting into the role of that grand storyteller. He would make her laugh until her stomach hurt and cry until her head swam at the stories he would tell. Dewkit adored her father in the deepest way a tiny kit could possibly love him; she wanted to be just like him, to have the adventurers he had had.
And so, one day, Dewkit decided to conquer one of the challenges in one of the stories Smogbelly had told him. In the tale, Smogbelly had climbed the largest tree in ThunderClan to escape a whole family of foxes. The foxes began taunting the warrior, calling him a coward and jeering up at him. Insulted, Smogbelly jumped off of the tree, landing square on one of the foxes, before bouncing off that head to land on another. After knocking all of them unconscious, Smogbelly went on his way, humming a cheery tune. At a young age, Dewkit’s worst fear was being surrounded by a family of foxes and not having a large tree to climb; because, after all, that was the one way to beat the foxes.
With her brother in tow – because when would he ever not be in tow -, Dewkit found the largest tree in camp and set off to climb it. As she climbed, she called out to Mistkit to follow her, but he was hesitant. As she got to the first branch, she tried again, now goading him into climbing the tree. It seemed to work, as he started to climb it. Just as she was prancing around the branch, eager to go to the next one, she heard a terrifying crack. As she glanced down, she saw Mistkit, on the ground, in a very terrifying and uncomfortable position, one of his paws awkwardly bent. In a scramble, she scurried down the tree, repeating his name, nudging his chin with her nose, terror making her tiny body shiver. Poppyspot arrived on the scene and shuttered Mistkit inside the den.
Despite the fact that the intended time for their apprentice ceremony came and went, Dewkit didn’t mind it. She spent her time in the den, ensuring that Mistkit was ok and healing well. Words of apology were on the tip of her tongue every time she went to go see him, but they died away. She never did apologize for his injury. Outside of the medicine cat den, Dewkit would continued to bother her brother, Rainpaw, and her father for stories. One of the warmest memory she has is curled up next to Rainpaw, feeling his chest vibrate with purrs against her cheek, while Smogbelly tells another story.
Two moons later, the twins received their apprentice ceremony. While Mistpaw went off to train under a warrior named Honeyclaw, Dewpaw trained under Cardinalcry. Almost immediately, Dewpaw began arguing with him; Cardinalcry, a stubborn and proudful warrior, wasn’t one to take any talkback from an apprentice, especially from one whose ceremony had been pushed back. From the stories she had heard, Dewpaw believed that her apprenticeship would be full of adventures and wonder.
Instead it was built on training regiments and recitation. More than once, Dewpaw would slink off within the shadows when Cardinalcry came calling for her. Despite her best efforts, he would find her just before she managed to escape the camp; it was like he had some otherworldly ability to sense her. Despite her knack of getting out of training, Dewpaw was a quick learner. Cardinalcry would tell her that she could do great things if she just applied herself. Dewpaw would pointedly look the other way and ignore him. He was just too intense for her idea of training and so their relationship continued to fracture. Indeed, it took longer for Dewpaw to complete her apprentice training and she made it a point to make sure it extended for longer than it needed to be for reasons unknown even to her.
One day, after coming back from training, Dewpaw came back to camp to see pity in the other warriors’ eyes, as they saw her walk in. In quick succession she heard the story. Apparently, her brother, now Rainleap, had gone out on a patrol with another clanmate. They encountered a fox there and soon, they were both mauled and killed. Dewpaw’s life shattered. Her brother had always seemed so strong, like the fabled warriors in the stories Smogbelly would tell her. Now- Now, he was gone. Her usual fire was gone and she was left as a quiet and mournful husk.
Another moon came and went and Mistpaw became Mistfall, though she was too far removed to understand the importance of the choice. She continued training until she was twenty moons old to receive her warrior name; Dewspark. Perhaps it was a jab at how she used to be. Or perhaps it was a hope for the future. Just as she was recovering from the loss of her brother, another tragedy struck.
On a patrol nearing the thunderpath, Smogbelly was slaughtered by a ShadowClan patrol. When the remaining ThunderClan patrol returned, they exclaimed that ShadowClan had instigated the fight. And that Smogbelly had died a hero to protect his clan. Once again Dewspark withdrew into herself. Mistfall seemed intent on proving something, either to himself or to the clan, and was too focused on him perfecting his duty to spend time with her. For once, Dewspark was left adrift in her own thoughts and her own emotions.
It wasn’t until eight moons later when Mistfall was named deputy, something which Dewspark wasn’t that all surprised in. She was congratulatory and proud of Mistfall but hurt even more that they were drifting away again as a warrior and deputy can be.
After a while, Dewspark made a sudden commitment to herself. It had been moons and moons ago since her father and her brother passed. She was tired of feeling alone in her thoughts and in her emotions. She was going to make sure that everyone knew her name. And then, perhaps, she wouldn’t feel so alone anymore.
TW: mentions of death
Birth father: Smogbelly, 56 moons old, deceased
Birth mother: Cloudwing, 70 moons old, alive
Sisters: Snowstep, 45 moons old, alive ; Hailstorm, 45 moons old, alive
Brothers: Rainleap, 28 moons old, deceased ; Mistfall, 35 moons old, alive
Timeline of important events:
✿ -15 moons: Smogbelly and Cloudwing become mates.
✿ -10 moons: They have their first litter: Snowstep, Hailstorm, and Rainleap.
✿ 0 moons: Mistkit and Dewkit are born.
✿ 6 moons: Dewkit eggs Mistkit on to climb a tree in camp. He ends up falling and breaking one of his legs. While Mistkit recovers in the medicine cat den, as punishment, Dewkit’s apprentice ceremony is pushed back.
✿ 8 moons: Dewpaw and Mistpaw are named apprentices.
✿ 18 moons: During a patrol, Rainleap is killed by a fox.
✿ 19 moons: Mistpaw is given his warrior name: Mistfall.
✿ 20 moons: Dewpaw is given her warrior name: Dewspark.
✿ 21 moons: Smogbelly is killed during a border scuffle against ShadowClan.
✿ 28 moons: Mistfall becomes deputy.
During her kithood, Dewkit was surrounded by familial love and adoration. Her siblings were in their apprenticeship when she and her brother were born. From the moment she could move, she followed after her older siblings, awestruck at how amazing Hailpaw, Snowpaw, and Rainpaw were. Out of the three, Rainpaw was the one who doted on Dewkit the most. Hailpaw and Snowpaw felt so far removed from her own world that Dewkit didn’t even think of playing with them. She adored spending time with Rainpaw, her eyes always wide with excitement as he tried to show her a new move he had learned. He told her stories of what the world was like outside the camp and she was dying to go out and explore on her own. It didn’t help that their mother, Cloudwing, was more focused on getting the kits out of the nursery so she could return to her warrior duties. It wasn’t as though their mother hated her kits, but it was clear in her desire to be able to move; Dewkit soon realized that even adults should be allowed to be selfish every now and then.
As the moons went on, Dewkit grew more and more restless. She began to spend her time out of the nursery, getting under the warriors’ paws to try and extract stories from them. Her father, Smogbelly, had been the main target of her antics; she would try and get him to tell her stories. Her brother, Mistkit, came as a plus one whenever she went out to “adventure.” Their father would tell them stories, getting into the role of that grand storyteller. He would make her laugh until her stomach hurt and cry until her head swam at the stories he would tell. Dewkit adored her father in the deepest way a tiny kit could possibly love him; she wanted to be just like him, to have the adventurers he had had.
And so, one day, Dewkit decided to conquer one of the challenges in one of the stories Smogbelly had told him. In the tale, Smogbelly had climbed the largest tree in ThunderClan to escape a whole family of foxes. The foxes began taunting the warrior, calling him a coward and jeering up at him. Insulted, Smogbelly jumped off of the tree, landing square on one of the foxes, before bouncing off that head to land on another. After knocking all of them unconscious, Smogbelly went on his way, humming a cheery tune. At a young age, Dewkit’s worst fear was being surrounded by a family of foxes and not having a large tree to climb; because, after all, that was the one way to beat the foxes.
With her brother in tow – because when would he ever not be in tow -, Dewkit found the largest tree in camp and set off to climb it. As she climbed, she called out to Mistkit to follow her, but he was hesitant. As she got to the first branch, she tried again, now goading him into climbing the tree. It seemed to work, as he started to climb it. Just as she was prancing around the branch, eager to go to the next one, she heard a terrifying crack. As she glanced down, she saw Mistkit, on the ground, in a very terrifying and uncomfortable position, one of his paws awkwardly bent. In a scramble, she scurried down the tree, repeating his name, nudging his chin with her nose, terror making her tiny body shiver. Poppyspot arrived on the scene and shuttered Mistkit inside the den.
Despite the fact that the intended time for their apprentice ceremony came and went, Dewkit didn’t mind it. She spent her time in the den, ensuring that Mistkit was ok and healing well. Words of apology were on the tip of her tongue every time she went to go see him, but they died away. She never did apologize for his injury. Outside of the medicine cat den, Dewkit would continued to bother her brother, Rainpaw, and her father for stories. One of the warmest memory she has is curled up next to Rainpaw, feeling his chest vibrate with purrs against her cheek, while Smogbelly tells another story.
Two moons later, the twins received their apprentice ceremony. While Mistpaw went off to train under a warrior named Honeyclaw, Dewpaw trained under Cardinalcry. Almost immediately, Dewpaw began arguing with him; Cardinalcry, a stubborn and proudful warrior, wasn’t one to take any talkback from an apprentice, especially from one whose ceremony had been pushed back. From the stories she had heard, Dewpaw believed that her apprenticeship would be full of adventures and wonder.
Instead it was built on training regiments and recitation. More than once, Dewpaw would slink off within the shadows when Cardinalcry came calling for her. Despite her best efforts, he would find her just before she managed to escape the camp; it was like he had some otherworldly ability to sense her. Despite her knack of getting out of training, Dewpaw was a quick learner. Cardinalcry would tell her that she could do great things if she just applied herself. Dewpaw would pointedly look the other way and ignore him. He was just too intense for her idea of training and so their relationship continued to fracture. Indeed, it took longer for Dewpaw to complete her apprentice training and she made it a point to make sure it extended for longer than it needed to be for reasons unknown even to her.
One day, after coming back from training, Dewpaw came back to camp to see pity in the other warriors’ eyes, as they saw her walk in. In quick succession she heard the story. Apparently, her brother, now Rainleap, had gone out on a patrol with another clanmate. They encountered a fox there and soon, they were both mauled and killed. Dewpaw’s life shattered. Her brother had always seemed so strong, like the fabled warriors in the stories Smogbelly would tell her. Now- Now, he was gone. Her usual fire was gone and she was left as a quiet and mournful husk.
Another moon came and went and Mistpaw became Mistfall, though she was too far removed to understand the importance of the choice. She continued training until she was twenty moons old to receive her warrior name; Dewspark. Perhaps it was a jab at how she used to be. Or perhaps it was a hope for the future. Just as she was recovering from the loss of her brother, another tragedy struck.
On a patrol nearing the thunderpath, Smogbelly was slaughtered by a ShadowClan patrol. When the remaining ThunderClan patrol returned, they exclaimed that ShadowClan had instigated the fight. And that Smogbelly had died a hero to protect his clan. Once again Dewspark withdrew into herself. Mistfall seemed intent on proving something, either to himself or to the clan, and was too focused on him perfecting his duty to spend time with her. For once, Dewspark was left adrift in her own thoughts and her own emotions.
It wasn’t until eight moons later when Mistfall was named deputy, something which Dewspark wasn’t that all surprised in. She was congratulatory and proud of Mistfall but hurt even more that they were drifting away again as a warrior and deputy can be.
After a while, Dewspark made a sudden commitment to herself. It had been moons and moons ago since her father and her brother passed. She was tired of feeling alone in her thoughts and in her emotions. She was going to make sure that everyone knew her name. And then, perhaps, she wouldn’t feel so alone anymore.
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| PREFIX; for her white and fluffy pelt | SUFFIX; for her energetic personality |
