Character Name: Rowanpaw (Rowanskies)
Character Age: 8 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Alliance: Thunderclan
Rank: Apprentice
Appearance: 
A bit small for her age, Rowanpaw is a beautiful fawn tabby. Her fur is a pale cream, void of the stripes that she hopes she will soon appear, save for on her tail. Her tail is the only spot of her that actually shows her tabby genes, ringed with dark gray stripes. She hates being dirty, so she always appears perfectly clean and well-kept, her fur shining and silky from constant washing. Her eyes are probably her most defining feature, and she enjoys showing them off whenever possible. Hazel-green in color, her eyes tend to change, or shift colors when she's feeling extreme emotions, although the change is barely noticeable, as her eyes only change from a softer green to a slightly darker green. With her lovely fur, eyes, and delicate features, Rowanpaw is considered a natural beauty.
Personality: Other cats tend to think that because of her small size, Rowanpaw is a submissive, easily tamed she-cat. They would be sadly mistaken; while Rowanpaw is always careful to respect her elders, she has a mischievous streak that tends to show when she's with other apprentices, especially the toms. Playing a dangerous game, she walks on the line of the Warrior Code, trying hard not to break it, but always coming quite close. Excusing her few small mishaps as "bending the rules", she never seems to learn from her mistakes, and keeps following her heart, even if it leads to somewhere that her elder cats would not approve of. Everything she does is with the best intentions, and you'll never find a more loyal friend than her. With secrets of her own, she respects that other cats may tell her things that they wouldn't wish for her to repeat under any circumstance, and she vows to never break their confidence. And when her friends are in trouble, she's the first to leap into battle on their behalf, putting her own life at risk to protect the ones she deeply cares about.
---Likes: Adventure, Adrenaline Rushes, Harrowing Experiences
--- Dislikes: Bossy Apprentices, Getting caught breaking the Warrior Code, Punishments
---Strengths: Courage, Loyalty, Perseverance
---Weaknesses: Disregard for rules, Habit of getting herself into trouble, Poor judgement
History: Born to a young mother, her only sister died mere minutes after birth, and young Rowankit was the lone surviving kit. The pain of losing a kit drove her mother closer to Rowankit, and she was very attentive and affectionate, much like any other new mother. Unlike most other new mothers, however, she had an odd obsession with never taking her eyes off of her kit, even for a second. Whenever she had to make dirt, she would drag Rowankit with her, even when the other queens offered to look after her. It seemed as if she wouldn't entrust the care of Rowankit to anyone but herself.
A week or so before Rowankit was to be apprenticed, freshkill started disappearing from the pile. At first, no one really noticed, as it was greenleaf and prey was plenty. Everyone simply assumed that the freshkill was simply being eaten, and so ignored the fact that a few pieces of freshkill seemed to vanish each day. But when a kit went missing and was never found, the whole clan went on the alert.
Seven Rogues, traveling together, were spotted on the edge of their territory, and it was obvious to all that they were the ones who were benefiting from the stolen prey and kit. There was one question left to solve, though: Who was the clan cat that brought them the freshkill and the kit? After almost a full moon of anxious wondering and accusations, Rowankit, then named Rowanpaw, was forced to watch her mother banished from the clan, having been caught sneaking freshkill to the Rogues.
While Rowanpaw misses her mother, her loyalty to her clan causes her to also feel a sense of hate and disgust towards the she-cat that she once trusted with her entire being. Her mother never told her who her father was, and Rowanpaw suspects that it was one of the Rogues. Because of everything that happened, Rowanpaw constantly works twice as hard to prove that she, unlike her mother, is a loyal and trustworthy Thunderclan cat.
Roleplay Sample:
Tail twitching with anxious anticipation, Rowanpaw crouched in the tall cattails near the riverbed. The heavy scent of fox dung in her nostrils made her want to vomit, but she was grateful that it was able to successfully hide her scent from any Riverclan cats who wouldn't much appreciate her being on the very borderline of their territory.
Suddenly nervous, she shifted her weight from one paw to the other. He'd better show soon, she thought desperately. If I wait here much longer, I'll be caught, and then all will be lost!
A rustling sound was heard, too close for comfort. Rowanpaw shrank deeper into the cattails, desperately pleading to Starclan that whoever it was wouldn't see her. The sound slowly faded away, but Rowanpaw was left with the oddest feeling that someone was watching her.
Comments: My first bio on here, so please correct me if I did anything wrong. Thanks!