Posts by .Russetcloud

☾･ﾟ. AREN'T YOU SOMETHING TO ADMIRE

⦓ Russetkit - Russetpaw - Russetcloud/Russetsun | " Russet " | named Russet for her pelt color // -paw for her rank as an apprentice

. ❜ female . she/her

. ❜ 9 moons . aging rate

. ❜ shadowclan : apprentice / titles

☾･ﾟ. CAUSE YOUR SHINE IS SOMETHING LIKE A MIRROR

⦓ Hazel x Smoke

. ❜ siblings - Firedawn (older sister) , Peachpaw (sister) // extended family - Morningpaw (niece)

⦓ bi-sexual | smth about their attraction

. ❜ single . ½ ship . crushing on no one

. ❜ Forming a friendship with Russet is easy, but she is very critical of those she allows close to her heart romantically. She likes to get to know the other cat in and out. It is easier to get close with her if conversation is easy and can be held without much effort. She also enjoys a cat who is light and can make her laugh. Possibly also looking for someone who would be like her protection seeing as she is going to be terrible at fighting.

. ❜ friends : none / enemies : none / character bond : none

☾･ﾟ. AND I CANT HELP BUT NOTICE

⦓ Red Somali mix [ main ] | health 100%

. ❜ Dark red/russet somali mix with white around her muzzle and piercing light leaf green eyes. wip

⦓ injuries | illness/mental state

. ❜ specific notes on these traits

⦓ smells of leaves and fresh rain

. ❜ motifs/general associations

. ❜ pinterest board

☾･ﾟ. YOU REFLECT IN THIS HEART OF MINE

⦓ neutral good | sanguine | esfj "the consul" | hufflepuff

. ❜ Her most prominent trait is her compassion for helping others. She would do almost anything to help someone in need. She is also very reserved, more prone to keeping her emotions hidden rather than letting them out. Her energy is kept low, preferring to always look calm and composed to those around her. This, however, does not mean she doesn't like to have fun. Depending on the relationship she has with them, she can range from quiet, only willing to have a simple conversation, to adventurous and bubbly. As she grows up and becomes a warrior, her motherly instinct and soft spot for younger cats/kits will grow eventually leading her to have a litter of her own and possibly taking a few apprentices under her wing.

However, this does not come without its downfalls. In her pursuit to help others, she constantly forgets to help herself, leading to the possible progression of depression down the line and most definitely leading to her bottling up most, if not all of her emotions. In her attempt to always look composed, she has developed a sense of always looking good. This will eventually lead her to feel self-conscious and constantly obsess over her looks as well as how others perceive her. But what is probably her biggest flaw of all is her fear for fighting. Being taken into Shadowclan, it would be assumed that she would be good at fighting, but they were so wrong. Throughout her apprenticeship, she has come to realize her terror for fighting. Whether it is directed towards her or others. In the presence of a fight, she freezes, unable to think or move. She will, however, fight should it be for her clan or her family.

. ❜ list of traits/fun facts

. ❜ list of traits/fun facts

⦓ list/link tropes here

☾･ﾟ. CAUSE I DON'T WANNA LOSE YOU NOW

⦓ physicality | mentality

. ❜ won't start fights, might end fights

. ❜ powerplay of peaceful actions allowed

*:･ﾟ➵It was another glorious day for the fiery colored apprentice. The sun was already rising over the marshy land that Russetpaw called home. As she padded out of the den she lifted her head, taking in the warm air around her. She could hear the rustling of paws as her clan mates woke and started their day. Turning her head to the side, Russet watched as a few warriors exited the warriors den and left the camp for the dawn patrol. She leaned down and began to groom her red fur as her leaf green eyes continued to scan the camp, making a mental note of the things she planned to do throughout the day.

First thing's first. Firedawn just had her new kits! I should go visit her. A soft purr rumbled in her throat as she thought about her older sister. Just thinking about her new nieces and nephews made her excited, but Russet contained her emotions to just her eyes. She sat and continued to groom herself for another few heartbeats before flicking her ears in the direction of the nursery. She could only make out the soft mewing of the kits. She must be tired. I wouldn't want to bother her so early in the morning after the night she had.With a slight nod of her head, the red she-cat stretched herself out in front of the apprentice den, allowing the heat from the rising sun to soak in to her pelt, closing her eyes and taking it all in with a soft purr. What a lovely day, if only to have someone to share it with.

*:･ﾟ➵Russet's ear twitched at the sound of another cat approaching. Opening one eye, the russet she-cat lifted her head just as the kit stumbled to a stop, keeping herself from bumping into Russet. A soft amused purr rose from her throat as she smiled at the kit."Good morning, Jaykit. That's a beautiful name." Russet picked herself up and settled down on her belly, her long, thick tail swishing behind her lightly. "I'm Russetpaw." She mewed gently, tilting her head to the side as she examined the kit. "An apprentice!" She purred. "I can already tell you're gonna make a great apprentice." Her ears flicked amusingly. Russet could pretty much feel the energy radiating off of the kit. To be a kit again. "So Jaykit, what brings you to the apprentice den this morning?" She could already think up reasons for the kit to be here, but she'd wait for Jaykit to tell her.

*:･ﾟ➵If anyone would like to plot with this bab feel free to post here! Sheʻs open to pretty much anything, excluding injury, maiming, kidnapping, litters, etc. you get the picture. Anything you can think of, super out there or just sitting around and talking. Her tags are here although please donʻt mind, theyʻre still very much a work in progress. Any questions or ideas just let me know!

*:･ﾟ➵ Russetpaw had made it a point to poke her head into the nursery whenever she had the time. It just so happened that Tantrum, her mentor, had given her the day off. Well, more like given her the day to tend to things that needed tending to within the camp. The fiery colored she-cat padded her way over to the nursery for her semi-daily routine. I wonder if any of them are awake today? Normally, she would only have the time either early in the morning before training, or after training when the sun was already sinking into the sky.

Today, the sun was just rising over the marsh lands that was her home, the rays shinning down on the camp. As she approched the nursery, she heard shuffling from inside, and just as she was about to poke her head in her fawn colored nephew jumped out and greeted her. The fur around her neck raised, eyes flashing with surprise for just a moments before a light purr grew in her throat. "Hey Lightningkit. She purred, flicking her tail to touch his shoulder in greeting before settling it around her paws. "What are you doing out by yourself? Is everyone still sleeping?" Russet would flick her eyes upwards, attempting to see through the small opening into the nursery.

*:･ﾟ➵ Russetpaw padded through the camp entrance, her body aching from the combat training that she had just been released from. The sun was nearing the point of falling bellow the horizon by the time Russet was able to settle down outside the apprentice den. The dark red somali mix let out a quiet sigh. It seemed like every muscle in her body was screaming at her. She had never been very good at fighting. Not to say that she couldn't defend herself, but compared to most of her clan mates, she was pretty bad. Russetpaw stretched out on her side and began cleaning her flank. At least she had control over her outward appearance, which the she-cat always tried to maintain.

Between rasps of her tongue she could hear the sound of her stomach rummbling. She let out another quiet sigh and turned her head to look at the fresh-kill pile. Russet stood and shook out the dust from her pelt before lightly trotting over and picking a small mouse from the pile. She was about to head back towards the apprentice den when she noticed one of her den mates casually sitting around. She nodded her head, as if silently agreeing with herself that she would go over and socialize, even if she was tired. The she-cat picked out another small mouse and casually made her way over to her den mate, whom she recognized as Buzzardpaw. Dropping the two mice, she turned her green eyes towards the other she-cat. "I hope you're hungry." She would purr, nudging one of the mice towards Buzzardpaw. "I seemed to have picked up one to many." A friendly purr would resonate softly from her throat as she waited for an answer.

// Buzzardwatcher I hope this is okay!

*:･ﾟ➵ Her head would nod silently as he responded to her questions. It was no concern that he had heard her, for she had not much intention of treading lightly. "Well, you're going to make a fine warrior if you keep up those ears of yours." Russet would reach a paw forward to lightly bat at his ears as a soft purr rang in her throat. He was her only nephew and she had a feeling he was going to do great things. At his question her head would tilt slightly to the side, her eyes glazing over with with interest. "Possibly when I was a kit, but I believe many cats have had that dream at least once. But I have no strong desire, as of now, to be leader." She would crouch down, settling on her belly with her paws tucked neatly under her. "Why do you ask? Something bothering you?" She would look at the kit with concern in her eyes.

*:･ﾟ➵ Brows furrowed, Russet lost herself in thought for a moment only to be snapped back to reality as Lightningkit settled himself into her side. She wrapped her tail around the kit as a form of comfort."Maybe it's a sign from Starclan."She murmured gently, attempting to put the toms nerves at ease. Russetpaw couldn't think of any reason he would be having such dreams."That's not weird, don't even think like that. It makes you special."She would lean over and whisper the last part near his ear, hoping it would make him feel a little better about his dreams.