Plover that sits on branch of The Tribe of Many Storms

[br]I am a fluffy she-cat with exotic-looking eyes and a small build. I lose my temper very easily, and maybe I just need to gain more confidence.
[br]My father was killed by a cat from ShadowClan.

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Looks: Build/fur: She is a slender she cat with a small frame, her slight bones and mussel size make her seem even smaller than she normally is, especially when she is wet. She has small paws attached to small legs, but she has thicker back legs in comparison to the rest of her body, making her a great jumper. She Has small round ears with little ear tufts, and a long flowing tail. She has long fur that almost touches the ground when she walks. When she crouches on the ground her fur spreads around her, giving a snowy image.
Colouring: She has White and tabby fur making her look slightly like the bird she is named after, her dark brown patches contrast deeply with her white undercoat. She has a white chest and stomach, and a white kidney shape on her back. She has a diamond brown spot on her face, surrounded by white, and her white patch leads all the way to the centre between her ears. She has mainly dark brown fur along her back, and her tail is white with a dark brown tip. Her eyes are a bright yellow green in colour, with green flecks around her pupil getting more and more yellow as it goes away from her pupil. Her eyes are normally wide, and large in shape making her look shocked most time.

Personality:She is a very self aware cat, and is quite down to earth. She doesn't believe in Starclan, or Nightclan and is a born and bred atheist. She Is self conscious and always has to make sure her fur is in place, making others think she is vain where in reality she isn't, she is just wants to fit in. She has a quiet and calm voice and can keep calm during times of duress, but sometimes she looses her cool. When she looses her temper she depends on her tongue more than her claws but she will use them when needed. She is strong and bold in battle, but she isn't a warrior so she doesn't normally fight. She hates fighting, and prefers to take care of her tribe by feeding warriors, elders, and kits.

Likes: Hunting, hanging with friends, Playing with kits {Anything to do with kits}

Dislikes:Fighting, Bickering with friends, Shadowclan, Famin

History: When she was a kit life was good, her mother and father were loving and caring and she could have fun goofing off with her only sibling. Then when she became an apprentice it became more serious and she trained hard to prefect her hunting techniques. One day when she was out on a hunting mission with her father she had to go out of the territory as her challenge. She was out when a Shadowclan cat who was travelling around found her, he beat her and ra.ped her, and almost killed her. He would have if her father hadn't found her and attacked the other cat. They fought and before she could help the Shadowclan had sliced her father's throat, and left. She ran to him and all he could manage to say was 'Be strong, Ill always be with you, Believe in yourself." He died in frount of her eyes, and there was not a thing she could do. For the last few moons of her training she slacked off and didn't take life seriously, but that changed when the Chief said she had to stay in training as a To-Be for another moon, until she smartened up. After taken this into account she threw herself into her training, and eventually her job and hardly ever has the 'time' for play.