Mousepaw | Auroraclan Apprentice

Name: Mousepaw
Gender: She-cat
Age: 10 moons, late newleaf
Loyalty: Auroraclan
Rank: Apprentice


seems so long ago since we were carefree

Mousepaw is a slender, wiry she-cat. She walks with a twitchy impatience to her limbs, a passionate, impatient vigor pushing her onward. Her large, mint green eyes burn with curiosity and excitement, always alight with one joy or another. At one glance one would think her small, but it is merely her short fur that gives her the appearance, as her shoulders are quite broad for a she-cat of her age and her long legs allow her to tower over most of her clanmates, although she is equal in height with her sister. Mousepaw's fur is a darker sand color, striped with a muddy brown and streaks of ginger. Despite her long, silky whiskers and perfect pointed ears, she is not typically viewed in the same light as her sister, too messy and rough to qualify as beautiful or graceful. She is very proud of who she is, however, always walking with a puffed chest and a head held high. Her skill is found more in fighting, able to twist around her clanmates as slippery as a Runnelclan cat but with the endurance of a heart that is purely and undoubtedly Auroraclan. Like many of her clanmates, her thick, rosy-pink pads help her endure the rocky cave structures found on Auroraclan territory, and her skill in maneuvering the thick underbrush knows no bounds.



photographs lost in time are all i see

Curious | Happy | Excited | Hyper | Easily impressed | Silly | Quirky | Kind | Loving | Trusting | Proud

True to her name, Mousepaw is somewhat mousey in nature, not one to be overly bold or outgoing, just her little, silly, quirky self. When she finds herself in situations she isn't quite comfortable with, she withdraws a little, until something or someone pulls her out or something interesting catches her eye. She is driven onward by her curiosity and her ability to be easily impressed by the slightest of mysteries, amazed by even the weakest of warriors and what they have to offer, able to find the bright side to anything. She is a typically happy, excited, and hyper cat, her focus on finding the silver lining keeping her from being sad. She spreads her joy to others by being silly and joking around, and would give anything to another cat if it made them happy, truly kind-hearted. The downside to her nature would be her ability to trust anyone, even the untrustworthy. In Mousepaw's opinion, a cat does not have to prove themselves worthy of their trust if they are an Auroraclan cat. This, however, might cause her to get hurt. She has pride in who she is, pride in being a clan cat, and she wouldn't let anyone take that away from her.



a pointless nostalgic - that's me - that's me

Mother: Robinflight
Father: Beetlenose
Sibling(s): Mothpaw
Mentor: Owlpelt
Mate: None
Kits: None


thoughts running 'round my head today

birth

The red dust of warm, dry clay churned underpaw as a tom paced back and fourth, his paws beating down upon the hard earth with anticipation as to what was to come. Inside his one true love, the beautiful pale-furred tabby that called him 'mate' was to give birth to his kits today, and while the prospect of being a father still made his stomach churn, it was with the greatest of excited expectations that Beetlenose paced, wanting to see her, wanting to see their kits. When the Auroraclan medicine cat emerged that late newleaf morning and allowed Beetlenose in, the tom could barely contain himself. Inside, nuzzled against Robinflight's pale tabby fur were two of the most beautiful little she-kits he had ever seen. Together they named them Mothkit and Mousekit, one for her soft, moth-feather fur, the other for her short brown pelt and long whiskers. He loved them, they both did, and together they would live a long life, or so he believed, unaware of the horrible winter that was yet to come.

kithood

From the beginning it was apparent that Mousekit and Mothkit had their vast differences. In Mousekit's case, her relentless cheer and energy kept her sister on her toes as Mothkit seemed to just be brooding away in her silence. Make no mistake, the two were inseparable, in spite of or perhaps because of the way they foiled each other since birth. When Mothkit was up to no good, carrying out a carefully plotted scheme to break into the medicine cat's den or steal food from the fresh-kill pile, Mousekit always went with her despite her heavy conscious. They played together, got into trouble together, and were punished together, and it was Mousekit's positive energy that dragged Mothkit through it all, and it was Mothkit's intelligence and protective nature that kept Mousekit from harm, especially from the other kits who would often take advantage of Mousekit's trust.

apprenticeship

"From this moment until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Mousepaw!"
It was the proudest moment of her whole life, the moment Owlpelt was named her mentor and she was to begin to learn how to be a true part of the clan, not just some weak kit getting into trouble with her sister and bouncing off the walls of the nursery, but a real apprentice, on her way to becoming a full-grown warrior. Now, she could use that energy and determination and channel it towards her hunting. She was excited, even on dawn patrol, ready to take on any obstacle her mentor thrown her way. Even as the newly named Mothpaw laughed at the irony: Owlpelt training Mousepaw. Who would have guessed?

current

Nobody had prepared her for leafbare. Starclan had been silent as... well, stars and the apprentices lost parents, mentors, friends. Mousepaw didn't cope well, and it was Mothpaw that got her through their parent's death. Beetlenose had gone first, dying of exhaustion and starvation. Then, perhaps from the cold or the greencough, Robinflight followed, although in the eyes of her kits she died of heartbreak. Owlpelt had hung on as long as she could, too, but then even that warrior joined their starry ancestors, and the two sisters relied on each other to get through. Now, with the emerging of newleaf, Mousepaw finds her cheer returning with the sunshine and she is faithful that the clan will return to some normalcy.



reminiscing my cares away

Roleplayer: Jimmy






i'm the pointless nostalgic - that's me - that's me