a little less alone [rainpaw.rc]

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Amory, Dark : N i C K N A M E S
Gorsefang, Darkkit, Flightstar, Redcloud, Pepperpaw : O T H E R . C H A R A C T E R S
N/a. : E M A i L

` R A i N P A W

Dubbed - Rainkit - Rainpaw - Rainflash
Aged - barely alive yet, 8 moons
Made - of the gentler kind, XX Female
Home - on the soft ground, RootClan
Ranked - Warrior Apprentice

Inside - Her personality suits her history, really. If you had lived in her situation, perhaps you'd be very similar as well.

She's always wanted to be strong like her brothers and her father, but it simply doesn't come naturally to her. She's a soft, gentle creature, with a bit of a fiery flare to her that she has never once noticed herself. Rainpaw has always seen herself as a weakling, not only very small, but clumsy and soft, too. She puts herself down far too easily, aspiring to be a great warrior, but never really improving much.

What Rainpaw doesn't realize about herself is that she is a very kind and caring cat. She can't help but love her half-siblings despite it all, and she hates seeing any cat hurt. She's never so much had a passion for warrior duties, but more so for the everyday mundane part of living in a clan. She adores the closeness of her clanmates, even if she's not particularly close to any of them anymore. While she envies those of her clan who are actually close to their family members, she'd never hold it against them. She strangely hates arrogance, annoyed easily with it. Where she can be very understanding with some cats, she can also be very biased against others.

Rainpaw can't see it yet, but her grandmother Mousestep did: there's nothing wrong with her, she's just a bit of a late bloomer, just as Mousestep herself was. In another few moons, she'll grow more feminine, loose her clumsiness, and grow into a fine warrior. That is, if tragedy doesn't keep dogging her down.

Outside - x

She's never stood out in a crowd. She's never made anyone stop and stare. In fact, she's blatantly, plainly, boringly average. Even just in her family group, she's nothing special. Her brother Rookpaw was a stunning brown tabby with his mother's sharp golden eyes. Ravenpaw was mostly black with white along his chest and chin, but with eyes that were a very bright, enthralling green. Stormbird and Guile were equally as impressive, both well-muscled and with brilliant skills. Even Mousestep, whom Rainpaw looked just like, had a certain sort of grace and beauty about her. Rainpaw stands out like a sore thumb.

At eight moons, she looks like a tiny kit. Her body has grown slowly over her short life, never spurting up like her brothers did. Her pelt is still as soft and fluffy as a three-moon-old, not sleek and shining like her mother or father's. The color of her coat, however, is still just like Mousestep's. It's a very light gray base, with stripes of a darker, medium gray over it. There's a faint hint of brown to all of her gray fur, but nothing too obvious. Her eyes, too, are just like those of her now-dead grandmother. They're a darker-than-medium, dull brown, standing out sharply from her father's glowing green and her mother's sharp gold. Her eyes show every emotion that dances through her head, making her a very terrible liar. Where her brothers had learned grace from the time they were six moons old, Rainpaw hasn't got an ounce of it. She has a tendency to trip over her own paws and fall flat on her face.

StarClan's Gifts - N/A

Experiences -

It's a little secret no one else knows about. Stormbird's litter wasn't full-blood RootClan, even if everyone thought they were. But why would anyone doubt them? Little Rainkit had her grandmother's gray tabby fur, Ravenkit their mother's black and white pattern. Only Rookkit stood out, but he was a tabby, just like half the forest of clan cats. It was easy to forget he didn't look just like his siblings.

The clan never required the queen to let it be known who the father was. They were just happy to see her small litter grow quickly. All three kits were named for Stormbird herself: Rainkit with her prefix and Ravenkit and Rookkit with her suffix. While their grandfather Larkfur was dead, their grandmother Mousestep enjoyed watching them.

They were three moons old when Stormbird took them for a walk outside of RootClan's camp. It was a long walk and the kits were soon exhausted, but their mother urged them to keep walking. At last, they reached a little clearing. A strange cat was there waiting for them. Ravenkit and Rookkit leaped in front of their mother, trying to protect her, but there was no need. This was Guile, a nomad loner and Stormbird's mate. It took a bit of persuading, but the three kits came to relax around the tom. It didn't take them long to accept that he was their father. They were too young to know the wrongness of it.

Rookkit looked just like his father, but with his mother's amber eyes. The tiny tabby glowed with pride as he looked up at the powerful tom beside him. Ravenkit's green eyes were exact replicas of his father's gaze. Little Rainkit, though, looked nothing like him. However, she was more like him in personality than her brothers ever would be.

Their mother made them promise never to speak of Guile except when they were completely alone. They agreed, but often pestered her about when they'd next get to see him.

That time never came. Stormbird found herself suddenly falling for another tom, one that was actually her clanmate. She began spending more and more time with him, almost as if she didn't already have a litter of kits.

When Rainkit, Ravenkit, and Rookkit were four and a half moons old, their mother announced she was having a second litter. This time, she declared with pride the name of her litter's father.

All three of Stormbird's first litter was apprenticed early. Their mother gave birth when they were barely over five moons. The clan's leader had noticed how much the queen had come to ignore her first litter and had taken pity on them. So they were named apprentices. Ravenpaw and Rookpaw excelled quickly, despite their young ages and small bodies. Rainpaw, however, didn't. She was clumsy from birth, and practice wasn't helping. Her brothers had once been her protectors, but, now apprentices, they paid less and less attention to her. She was left on her own.

Well, not completely on her own. She had Mousestep. When cats looked at grandmother and grand-daughter, they whispered that Rainpaw looked more like the elder's daughter than Stormbird's. Not only did the apprentice have Mousestep's pale gray tabby fur, she also had her dark brown eyes. While Rainpaw was very quiet and shy, she had the faintest hints of her grandmother's personality as well. Every now and then, the young apprentice would comment on common sense or put herself down, something similar to her grandmother's habit of self-pity.

When they were just over six moons old, Ravenpaw and Rookpaw decided they'd had enough. They couldn't stand watching their mother spoil her new kits and flirt with her new mate. They left one day for the clearing where they'd first met Guile. It turned out, the loner had been visiting it often, hoping for a chance of his kits and mate again. When he heard of Stormbird's new love, he was heartbroken, but he was cheered slightly when his sons told him they wanted to join him as nomads. None of them stopped to think about Rainpaw.

Two days later, Mousestep woke with a very terrible cough. It got worse and worse with each hour. The medicine cat couldn't determine what was wrong. She was dead by sunset. Rainpaw was petrified. In a matter of a few days, she had lost her brothers and her grandmother. Stormbird paid little attention.


Qualifications - N/a. See Gorsefang.

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