[size=50pt]POPPYPAW![/size]
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Smoke is rising from the houses
People burying their dead
I ask somebody what the time is
But time doesn't matter to them yet[/size]
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General
[size=7pt]People talking without speaking
Trying to take what they can get
I ask you if you remember
Prospekt, how could I forget?[/size]
Character Age
6 Moons
Born December 12
Gender
Female
Alliance
Riverclan
Rank
Apprentice
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Appearance
[size=7pt]Drums, here it comes
Don't you wish that life can be as simple
As fish swimming round in a barrel?
When you've got the gun[/size]
Poppypool has a robust stature with a solid, muscular body and legs ideal for propelling herself through Riverclan's many rivers and streams. Her coat is thick and insulating, with the sheen of being eternally drenched in water. It is a dusky brown color, ticked with creams and grays so it appears an almost dark gray in appearance. Through the cream and gray, stretch innumerable rivers curling and spiraling their way along the feline’s sturdy form, etched in jet-black these are her classic tabby markings. Two blue orbs are positioned in her head, casting their intense gaze over everything in sight. Vivid, round, and lined with thick, black rims, her eyes appear to be miniscule moons set in a tabby galaxy. Her muzzle is snow white, along with her chest and paws, adding further beauty to her pelt.
Personality
[size=7pt][color=#8ab3ff]Oh when I run, here it comes
We're just two little figures in a soup bowl
Trying to get to any kind of control
But I wasn't one[/size]
Poppypaw was hardened by the hardships of life, developing a solemn demeanor and a sharp tongue. Most often, she is quite, preferring to keep to herself rather than speaking with others. However, she reveals her nasty side if somebody insults her in some way. Over the moons, she has also developed a strong belief in her warrior ancestors and the warrior code, believing to please her clan and Starclan she must follow the set of rules laid out by those before her. She has also formed a fear of greencough, this fear is now one if the only things that can interfere with her duties. It is so terrible that a single cough can cause her to feel dizzy and send anxiety shooting through her body.
---Likes (at least 3): Starclan, the Warrior Code, Loyalty, Warrior Code
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Disloyalty, greencough, goofing off, Nightclan
---Strengths : Her size, strength, and belief in Starclan.
---Weaknesses: Fear of greencough, her strong belief in the warrior code can cause her to miss out on things and life, and her sharp tongue can get her into trouble
History
[size=7pt][color=#8ab3ff]Now here I lie on my own in a separate sky
Here I lie on my own in a separate sky
I don't wanna die on my own here tonight
But here I lie on my own in a separate sky
[/size]
What a horrible time to be born, smack in the middle of leaf-bare and its raging blizzards. As winter had arrived early this year so had the sicknesses, bringing a bout of lethal greencough into Riverclan. By the time Poppykit was born her mother, Silvermists, had already fallen ill with whitecough. She was forced to allow another queen to nurse her kits while she fought the deadly illness. However, her four kits had
already caught the virus, and as soon as the first signs of whitecough revealed themselves in the kits they were handed back to their mother.
Meanwhile, Silvermists’s whitecough had become a full-blown case of greencough, the first in the clan. Fear seemed to overcome the young kit as she watched her mother, undoubtedly dying. What about her though, was she dying? Only a half moon old now Poppykit and her three siblings had developed green cough, and it was no surprise when the runt of the litter died one night.
It was rather odd, why was Poppykit not suffering as much as her siblings were, she had greencough, but it just did not seem as bad in some way. Her father, Darkwaters, had taken to visiting his family everyday now, concerned slightly by the condition of his mate and kit. This was saying something as he was not the most loving of fathers, arrogant and too cooped up in bragging about himself. As he was rather arrogant, he cared more for himself than his kits and mate, so when the greencough got worse he fled and never returned to Riverclan.
The anguish of losing her mate did not help Silvermists, everyone was expecting her to die any day now. The kits were beginning to understand this even more, now one moon they would most likely feel grief rather than fear if their mother passed away. So one morning, when two of the kits awoke to find their mother cold as stone, they simply stood, shocked at what had become of their mother. They also found their only brother had passed away. The shock vanished and was replaced with an endless sorrow. Why did this have to happen to them?
Why was Starclan tearing her family apart? Poppykit, now two moons, was having difficulty shaking her grief. Another queen now cared for her and her sister now, but she just could not feel love for this cat as she had for her mother. The moons began to fly by, the two surviving kits had began to grow an understanding of the world most did not learn until they were warriors.
The big day had crept up on them, Poppykit was ready to become Poppypaw and serve her clan. As she was apprenticed Poppypaw let her thoughts wander to the future, more deaths and sorrow. Though wasn’t that what the life of a warrior was about? She swore then and there to herself to live her life as a proper warrior should, to make her clan proud and not be deemed an idiot by goofing off. Maybe that was why Starclan had spared her, they knew she would be loyal in every possible way to them, be the best warrior she could be.