Posts by ~Ryepaw~

A small fawn point was laying down in the centre of the camp, slowly and carefully making her way through a sparrow. She really didn't like fish much at all, though she did try to eat them on a regular basis because she knew that it was seen as normal to eat creatures like that rather than land animals, which she preferred. Luckily due to the season, prey was scarce, and so the female was being generous by letting the others have their beloved fish. That was all she wanted - for everyone around her to be happy. She knew that treating everybody that she met with kindness and love would get her into trouble someday, but it wasn't going to stop her. Friendly, sweet cats were considered good role models, weren't they?

For a wildcat, she did seem to take very good care of herself. Her long hair, despite its thickness, was perfectly groomed as though she had spent a lot of time on it. She knew that wildcats didn't really care as much about their appearances as kittypets, but she always groomed herself to look her best in the hope of impressing other cats. She just wanted everyone to approve of her. As a piece of the sparrow landed in the she cat's fur, she let out a little gasp. She had been eating so carefully as well! Fur heating up with embarrassment for fear that someone saw her slip up, she quickly retrieved the sparrow piece from her pelt and ate it slowly, enjoying every bite.

Ryepaw wasn't really the one to approach others. She was pretty shy, as well as worried about others judging her. But if someone did speak to her, she would address them with nothing but kindness. It didn't matter how horrible they were - she was a merciful being, and never wanted to get into a fight whether physically or verbally. Fights just caused more damage, when things could be sorted out so much easier with just a little less attitude. True it was secretly sometimes hard for the apprentice to hold back - she wasn't a robot, she felt anger, just like everyone else, but she did for the sake of everyone. Ryepaw didn't need to be thanked.

So there she was - in the middle of the camp, but too nervous to approach anyone.

hi guys new member here. she's cobiapaw's sister, and she's open to plots and threads with anyone

thread with ryepaw? she tries to get along with everyone and avoid fights

ryepaw and lostpaw could be friends! ryepaw tries to get along with everyone and treat everyone kindly no matter what, so it would probably work?

tracking though I cant see how I can help haha

Ryepaw listened to the announcements, or at least, she tried to do. She knew that it was polite and proper to do so, but the she cat's mind kept on wandering. When would she get a mentor, or become a warrior? Of course she wasn't being impatient, and she fully understood that these things took time and effort - she was just looking forward to her life becoming a little more interested. She was pretty nervous to speak up, and hoped that she wasn't interrupting anything. "Congratulations to everyone!"

A blizzard, huh? Well, Ryepaw knew that she should appreciate every season and all types of weather. They all meant something. However, this didn't mean that the little she cat was an idiot - she knew that blizzards could be harmful. But the snow didn't understand what it was doing wrong, right? No way in StarClan would it ever try to hurt her on purpose.

"Snow, calm down please. Not that we speak the same language," she spoke softly and gently, almost glad that she couldn't speak snow. Conversations were much less awkward if you didn't have to listen to the reply. Whenever Ryepaw was talking to someone else, she always expected the worst - mockery, insults, even if she was just being plain friendly. However, she would swallow anything that was said to her up. She would never ever be nasty in return, not even if her life depended on it.

Though the idea petrified her, Ryepaw knew that she should be helping everybody around her in any way she could, and that meant speaking to them. So, putting aside her fears, she spoke up. "There was probably a patrol out. There usually is, but that could be bad news for once. I could go look and help anyone that I find, if you want."

track

Neonella was a tiny girl with very pale brown hair. She had bright yellow eyes, which sparkled in excitement. She absolutely adored malls, and her girly girl behaviour didn't help. It was all too obvious that the young female intended on buying some new, cute clothes. She wasn't quite at a mature age yet where new styles and ideas came to her, and right now she just wanted to look impressive and adorable.

She was wearing a pink, fluffy jumper with a picture of a young girl building a snowman - they were both smiling. She wore pink leggings and a pink jacket which was way too big for her little body, as it came all the way down to her ankles. Her long hair was loose - she didn't understand why somebody would have long hair only to tie it up. What was the point? Ryepaw loved her hair, and she had never dreamt of cutting it. She was fine with it growing forever... she could be the next Rapunzel! Man, she loved that movie. In fact, she loved all kids movies. They made her feel good, whilst more mature movies had more serious themes that affected the sensitive female. It wasn't that she didn't understand them, she just didn't like them.

Spotting a group of people, she decided to mingle. That was probably a bad idea. It was almost certain to be a bad idea with her shyness and awkwardness. But she made her way over anyway, hoping that her actions would be impressive. "Hiya everyone!" She forced out.

Ryepaw was lingering by the camp exit, though she didn't want to leave. She felt uncomfortable leaving the camp without a warrior - it seemed disrespectful, not to mention the little feline didn't even like leaving the camp anyway. It was a lot more dangerous, and she was hardly a good hunter, so there didn't seem to be much choice. In fact, the fawn point was such a softheart she hated even having to hurt prey. Really, something as minor as that hurt her. The only reason why Ryepaw left the camp was in the vain hope of earning respect, and she knew that the code stated that she had to serve the Clan. She couldn't use age or injuries as an excuse.

But she wasn't going to leave right now. Instead, she simply stared at her small paws, examining them. She always tried her best not to trip up or embarrass herself. What would everyone think of an apprentice who was clumsy and always tripping over? Sure Ryepaw faked kindness and friendliness in the hope of getting a good reputation, but it was more difficult for her to stay in control of her body. Her warrior ceremony - whenever it came, because Ryepaw honestly didn't feel like she deserved to be a warrior, well, she could picture herself crashing into Smokestar out of fear or something. Or maybe excitement? Ryepaw couldn't deny it. Just like any other young cat, she was desperate to be adored, and becoming a higher rank was certainly one way to go about that.

So there Ryepaw stayed, at the camp exit, indecisive.

I can! here you go: COME BACK HOME (private, pansy)

tracking because these two need to get to know each other

Ryepaw is a RiverClan apprentice. She is shy, gentle, and only wants the best for everybody. She's very intelligent, but can't stand the idea of someone wanting to hurt her. She will never fight back against someone, no matter how they may treat her. She is open to friends and male love interests, as well as general interaction threads.

friends with ryepaw? she's very kind and tries to get along with everyone. would you like me to make a thread?

ryepaw is totally open to comforting smokepaw or becoming friends somehow! want me to make a thread?

Ryepaw found herself at Fourtrees. It was so much quieter than how it usually was at Gatherings. The small she cat had never liked Gatherings, mainly due to fear of embarrassing herself or being forced to start a conversation. But looking at the situation positively, at least there were large crowds to blend into, and she might just catch someone's attention for a good reason. But what were the odds of that, really? Ryepaw didn't really feel very good about herself, and that was why she was determined to do the right thing, always. She was kind and friendly towards everybody - maybe just a little too much. She just wanted to impress others and earn respect.

But right now, Fourtrees was pretty much empty. It was much calmer and quieter like this, which was a nice feeling for Ryepaw, but she found herself on edge. What if someone suddenly appeared? That would be a disaster! She would be forced to, well, talk to someone else! In case of the scenario, the fawn point begun to rehearse what she would say if a random stranger showed up. Everything had to be perfect. It was too bad that Ryepaw wasn't good with body language.

Maybe the apprentice really was about to make a new friend. It would be delightful if that happened, and Ryepaw felt just a little better about not screwing up after her mental calculations about any upcoming conversations. She was trying to know what to expect, and with a brain as big as hers, she hoped that she could make some pretty accurate estimates. But the little feline knew that she wouldn't be able to predict the future for certain. So here she was, forcing herself to calm down to groom her already unnaturally neat and beautiful fur.

here you go! A LITTLE RESPECT (private, smoke)

Pansypaw. The two of them hadn't spoken before, but Ryepaw was hopeful that she was on the way to make a new friend. The more the merrier after all. The more cats that liked her and saw her as someone that the Clan, maybe even the forest, could trust and find kindness in, well, the more chance there was of Ryepaw feeling more comfortable and more happy to be the real her, not just some fake. "I was considering it, but I'd very much prefer someone's company. So of course you may!" Hunting with someone else was much better than hunting alone, though Ryepaw was very anxious about embarrassing herself in front of Pansypaw with her horrific hunting skills.

Ryepaw was lingering by the camp exit, though she didn't want to leave. She felt uncomfortable leaving the camp without a warrior - it seemed disrespectful, not to mention the little feline didn't even like leaving the camp anyway. It was a lot more dangerous, and she was hardly a good hunter, so there didn't seem to be much choice. In fact, the fawn point was such a softheart she hated even having to hurt prey. Really, something as minor as that hurt her. The only reason why Ryepaw left the camp was in the vain hope of earning respect, and she knew that the code stated that she had to serve the Clan. She couldn't use age or injuries as an excuse.

But she wasn't going to leave right now. Instead, she simply stared at her small paws, examining them. She always tried her best not to trip up or embarrass herself. What would everyone think of an apprentice who was clumsy and always tripping over? Sure Ryepaw faked kindness and friendliness in the hope of getting a good reputation, but it was more difficult for her to stay in control of her body. Her warrior ceremony - whenever it came, because Ryepaw honestly didn't feel like she deserved to be a warrior, well, she could picture herself crashing into Smokestar out of fear or something. Or maybe excitement? Ryepaw couldn't deny it. Just like any other young cat, she was desperate to be adored, and becoming a higher rank was certainly one way to go about that.

So there Ryepaw stayed, at the camp exit, indecisive.

lazily uses same post from different thread

here you go: WE REALLY DO (private, minnow)