Character Name: Ghostpaw
Character Age: 6 and a half moons
Gender: She-cat
Alliance: ThunderClan
Rank: Apprentice
Appearance(6 or more sentences):
Ghostpaw, in some ways, has an appearance to match her name. Her gait is swift and silent, and her form is smaller and lean. This makes her a rather successful hunter and even a little unnoticeable and nondescript. She's the sort of cat you may miss if you aren't looking for her. Her short and soft pelt is an average medium gray color with random white splotches on her muzzle, three of her feet, neck, tail, and stomach. The one thing striking about her appearance is her round yellow eyes that are framed by her angular face.
Personality(6 or more sentences):
Ghostpaw is more of a thoughtful type. She loves to listen to stories, especially those told by her mother, and she is prone to over-thinking situations. This young apprentice is also more mature than others her age. She has grown out of the curiousness accompanying kithood prematurely and has mellowed considerably in the short time she's been an apprentice. On the subject of spoken words, Ghostpaw is not shy, nor is she overly chatty either. She will ask questions and listen to responses, but she will not prod needlessly. She also is able to handle the harsher cats fairly well; while sometimes their bluntness and agitation gets to her, she doesn't outwardly shows it and often responds to such situations in an indifferent manner. She shuts out her emotions and treats the other cat like a puzzle needing to be solved.
Though Ghostpaw may appear serious most of the time, she's really a milder cat who's really pretty content beneath her sometimes hard-to-read exterior.
---Likes (at least 3): Stories, helping the queens with her mother, hunting, and solving riddles and puzzles.
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Gatherings when her sister(Bramblepaw) is in a fowl mood, being pestered repeatedly to change her mind, when camp gets too stifling.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Thinking objectively, her hunting and snooping skills, her tendency to eavesdrop, and her speed.
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Her muscle power, her fighting skills, it sometimes can be hard for her to empathize, and sometimes her inability to focus on the future.
History(8 or more sentences):
The relationship between Ghostpaw's parents (Heatherfoot and Rainfur) was a new and tentative one. Her seal-point father loved the way the light blue tabby's words appeared to make no sense, and yet perfect sense at the same time. Heatherfoot loved the fawning she received from Rainfur and was happy to find someone who at least tried to understand her way of thinking. It wasn't long after they fell in love that Ghostpaw and her siblings Bramblekit, Mistkit, and Fadingkit were born. Soon after, tensions between Heatherfoot and Rainfur began to grow, as both had somewhat conflicting ways of wanting to handle the new kits. These tensions reached a peak when Mistkit met an early demise at the age of 2 and a three-quarter moons. The blue tabby had sneaked out of camp during the night to go exploring and she had gotten lost in an oncoming blizzard. The kit froze to death and was found in the morning. Rainfur finally snapped, blaming Heatherfoot and her ignorance for the kit's death. The warrior had recently made a strong friend in RiverClan--who would later become his second mate--and, fearing for his remaining kits, he fled with them to the home of his friend.
By this time, Ghostpaw was three moons old and had formed an unusually strong bond with their mother, or "that mad cat" as their father sometimes called her. Mistkit and Fadingkit had been confounded by her strange logic and love, and Bramblekit had been outright annoyed with it. But Ghostpaw reveled in her mother's personality and attention. When they were separated, the kit was heartbroken. Her spirits plummeted and she lost her kit-like energy. Rainfur was conflicted; he hated for Ghostpaw to be so unhappy, but he feared for her safety. This last concern overruled his others, and he refused to allow her to return to her birth clan. Her attitude estranged Fadingkit and created some hostility between her and Bramblekit. When Ghostpaw was 4 and a half moons old, she decided to take matters into her own paws; she ran away from RiverClan and returned to ThunderClan. She and her mother reunited and both were lifted out of their depressions almost instantly. The next morning, her father came to fetch her but he couldn't bring himself to take her back after seeing how much she had perked up and he finally admitted that it would be best if she stayed. It was also on this morning that Rainfur apologized to Heatherfoot, saying he no longer blamed her for the death of Mistkit. She accepted the apology gratefully, but the tension within their relationship would never allow them to become a couple again. He left to return to RiverClan. Now, Ghostpaw is a devoted apprentice who still enjoys listening to her mother, who has since taken up residency permanently in the nursery.
She shares acquaintance-like relationships with the rest of her family.
Roleplay Sample:
Ghostpaw should not have been out that evening. As an apprentice, what she should have been doing was going out on the evening patrol with her mentor. But the day had been long, and the camp had been stuffy, so the small cat had decided to take a walk. As the gray she-cat studied the bleeding sky with her yellow eyes, she reflected that her mentor would be upset and a pang of guilt throbbed in her. Ghostpaw ignored it, finding the eve too nice to abandon for the pressures of clanlife.
And so she sat, her gray and white body hidden nicely by the forestry. She was completely still and silent, the only hint she was living the slow rise and fall of her chest. The longer she sat, the more she became aware of a soft rustling in the forest. Ghostpaw stiffened, and her ears twitched at the sound. A quiet unfeline sounding hiss made her flinch and the dead leaves beneath her feet crunched loudly as she jumped. Thoughts of foxes, badgers, and vicious rouges ran through her mind and she found herself growing frightened. “Who’s there?” Ghostpaw mewed in a quavering voice, barely above a harsh whisper. The wind seemed to carry the question and the she-cat stood stiff with anticipation and fear, waiting for a response.
Comments (optional): Ghostpaw was named by her mother, who had an experience with a kindly Twoleg kit's ghost while she was trapped in a Twoleg nest for a day. Her mother picked up the word from the Twoleg in the house. As you may be able to tell, her mother's a little on the insane side, and somehow Ghostpaw reminded her of this experience.