Beneath all the LiGHTS && Pretty Colors

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I want to be rich
and I want lots of money

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Nickname: blu, blusheh, mouseh, mousiee or anything else you guys can come up with <3
Other Characters: not yet, but I am definitely planning on making two more she-cats and one tom. :3
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I don't care about clever
I don’t care about funny

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Name: Lovepaw
Age: 7 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Rootclan
Rank: Apprentice}

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I want loads of clothes
and loads of diamonds

Personality :

And don't the stars look so pretty? They're there to say,
"Don't worry, everything's okay."

She is fairly straight forward for the most part, Lovepaw would never second guess who she is, where she's been, and most importantly, where she is going. She will almost always have a target, a goal. One that she will strive for until she gets it, nothing can or will bring her down. Her mind simply wraps and wraps around those thoughts and sometimes, that's all that she just might ever think about. Of course it always has to do with her. Her dreams, her thoughts, her aspirations, she needs to feel the benefit for herself - let it brush through her own fur. She would certainly never save someone else if her life was being put at risk.

And yet, she has the ability to make you laugh every time she speaks and whenever you look into her eyes it's so hard to turn away. A certain charm follows her every wake. She does not necessarily have to try to make cats like her. But oh, she does try. She also craves for spotlight and makes the most of it when it is her turn. The femme isn't exactly a pushover - she is after all, known to be cute and adorable - especially when she gets attention and love.

She is very difficult to read, you cannot tell what is exactly going on in her mind, unless you are someone highly observational, and you know her weakness - the one she very well tries to hide. She knows this, and she cant help it, her body works before she can tell it to halt, and her eyes can spread to show various feelings - that perfect angelic shine, to that deathly dark tone. The amazing thing is, most find it hard to hold her gaze, and she tends to look at them on purpose.

Ever since the incident with her mother, it has been a challenge for Lovepaw to gain trust from others. She cannot believe that something is true, unless time is given. She always expects cats to be polite and ready to talk, whenever she feels like it. She has a cheerful disposition over all, and even if she feels that almost everyone in the world is to be mistrusted it doesn't mean that she will not smile to strangers. It might be the only sunshine that they will see all day.

Lovepaw would probably be the last apprentice to leave her den in the morning. She always sleeps in, her pale ginger body showing when no other cats' is. It probably upsets her mentor, seeing that other apprentices are back from their early hunting when She just appears out of her den. The she-cat doesn't feel offended by that one bit nor does she realize what she is doing. For, she seems to think that life lasts long, and theirs no point in being up all day because she would always have to do something useful. Sure, sure, some cats could call her lazy, but she somehow the femme doesn't mind being called so.

Do not be fooled by this, for Lovepaw definitely is not stupid. She could answer almost any question asked by anyone is a quick and fluent sentence, always enjoying that jealous look from the peers around her. She likes being 'the goody goody' and is quite proud of her position. The pretty femme isn't exactly outgoing, and even though she is not afraid to talk and especially laugh that tinkling, silvery laugh, she is usually muted.

Looks:

she's a small girl with a big heart,
one that can move mountains.
and one day, she just might.

Image That and That

(Breif Description: Adorable pale ginger tabby with beautiful amber-blue eyes)

To begin with, Lovepaw is no doubt, one of the most beautiful she-cats in Rootclan. It's true, who wouldn't love a sun-kissed tabby pelt and gleaming hazel pools? Yes, but you may just be able to see a regular ginger tabby and yes, there are much more unique-looking cats. Yet, some would wonder, how is she still capable to turn those heads?

To begin with, her pelt; - yes it sure is something to be proud of - a mingled honey, almost ginger, with many strays of beige and copper that wind from tail to nose. In the sunlight, it shines with its sheen, and appears almost a vivid sun-kissed peach. She wasn't like that at first, however - a beautiful silvery white would have drenched her body if there were not any stripes. You see, Lovepaw had been born with white fur - to her mothers delight - and everyone thought that she looked like she had simply stepped out of a cloud. Now she only has the bare remnants of that color on her muzzle, belly, and paws. Her fur is still soft though, almost downy like a kits, but not quite.

She is a little under-size, when compared to other she-cats, but just by the smallest bit. Her frame is quite petite, shaping her body - but still giving her curves. Her legs seem to look long on her body because she is very lean, in what some might consider the bad way, though she doesn't give a rats butt about her weight.

A slightly bigger head than there should be rests on her lithe neck - nonetheless, proportional -, yet still manages to look so delicate and, dare I say, slender. Starch white whiskers flow out from above her eyes and out from her soft creamy white muzzle. She has fairly normal ears - they don't look too big or too small on her. Lovepaw's nose, a frosty pink in color, looks exactly like the shape of a heart, rather than an upside-down triangle.

Her eyes are quite the something to be looked at. It seems as if they have a color that any cat could possibly hold. It starts out as a dark rusty amber - almost red even - in the center around the pupil, and then evens out into a light scenic peach. Right after that glowing golden sand color, a light shade of leaf-green with alabaster specks follows. This color engulfs most of her eyes but it dissolves into an an oceanic blue. Sure, her eyes are pretty to look at but they give away every, let me repeat, every feeling she could possibly grasp on. She is stubborn to prove how she feels but cats can read it ever so easily that they don't even have to try. There is that moment when her eyes are said to be the most beautiful; the time where you can automatically know that the young femme is nowhere near reality. Her twinkling orbs gather a misty touch to them, and her voice and almost everything about her is off-key.

Lovepaw appears weak, but surprisingly she is very strong. Her strength seems impossible when compared to her size - a welled developed tactic. She has tight and ready muscles which work with optimal strength. Alas, she may not be as strong as the Trunkclan cats but Lovepaw is ready for any battle, claws and teeth sharp and ready to bite through fur. Lovepaw always finds herself longing for open spaces, rather than the trees in most of Rootclan's territory.

From a distance, she seems just so darn average to cats, that her peers are sure that there is nothing, simply nothing uncommon about her. Just a typical tabby is what they would assume, but come closer, and you'll see, Lovepaw is truly a masterpiece.

Tattoo :

N/A

History :

KIT - PART A

Throughout Lovepaw's life as a kit, everything was easy. Nothing to be afraid of, everyone loved you, and you were pampered just as well as a kitty pet. A life anyone would want to die for.

Both her parents, saffronstone and spiritstep, had loved each-other dearly, and had grown up with quite a normal life. Lovepaw had the light, delicate frame of her mother, spiritstep, and the ginger fur from her father. Her eyes were said to be like her mother's mum - a mix of all possible colors. Astonishingly, she was the only kit born in her litter - meaning that she got even more attention than she deserved. Her mother believed that she was a gift from Starclan, and that the whole clan would benefit from her exsistence. Lovepaw was definitely not dubbed a name either, just to get over with it. Actually, it took her parents a few weeks to come up with the perfect name for their little golden joy. And finally they realized that the perfect calling for their little daughter was right in front of their noses. When Lovepaw had come into their world, everything was focused around her. Her relatives had spoiled her, given her everything she wanted, when she wanted it.

Soon enough, Lovepaw had gotten used to all this attention as a kit, thinking that this was how it was supposed to be.

That was until one day when both her parents had not been able to spend part of the day with their beloved daughter. Saffronstone was asked to go on a search party because his apprentice had been lost, and her mother had left to go see the medicine cat because she wasn't feeling very well. Lovepaw had gotten lost, and horribly afraid - this was totally new for her. Never had her mother or father both left her side at the same time. She had instantly started crying, making sure that somebody would hear her. A drowsy queen had heard her cry, and had told her that her parents would come soon and not to worry. Lovepaw ended up falling asleep in her small pool of tears, and once she had woke up, her mother had arrived.

Absolute bliss reflected off from Spiritstep, and Lovepaw was certain that her mother was back happy to see her from the medicine cat, and at the same time sorry for deserting her daughter. However, her mother was cheery for a different reason. Spiritstep was pregnant again, with Saffronstone's kits. None of this made any sense to the tiny femme for a few moments - first deserting her, and then telling her horrible news, gushing that this was definitely going to be a large litter.. and her father wasn't even back! She had never seen her mother any happier around her. The she-cat was sure that she would never forgive Spiritstep, she felt neglected and unloved.

Deprived from sleep, that night the young femme could barely lift her paws next morning - let alone grasp the fact, that, the only person she ever trusted anymore was dead. Saffronstone..

Once the clan had found out that her father was dead - he had gotten killed by foxes - everyone seemed to pay more attention to her mother and her unborn kits rather than Lovepaw.

APPRENTICE - PART B

To most kits, their apprentice ceremony would be one of the best times of their lives, but to Lovepaw it sure felt like the worst. The ginger she-cat knew that she was expected to have new responsibilities, new rules to follow, and of course her world wouldn't revolve around her as much anymore, not that it had, ever since the news about the kits. She knew that wouldn't be able to be a cry baby - her mother didn't as much as look in her direction anymore - that she'd have to stick up for herself now. The femme conceals her distress with all her might, hoping that no one will notice that raging monster inside of her and just might do anything for that attention.

Her mother is coming close to the due date for the kits so be born and Lovepaw does not even know what she will do that day. Her now deranged mother acts now like it was Lovepaw's fault that Saffronstone had died - she seemed to change so much in a very short time. Lovepaw hates being an apprentice, and looks up to being a warrior soon because then, she could do anything she wants.

And to top that off, the poor femme, as lucky as she may thought she was, has never had a friend. However, there are a few apprentices in her clan that she has, more or less, met. She remembers all of their names - even after their some-what brief encounters, and is willing to be friends with all of them, subtly including a silver tom that she would rather pretend not to exist -- simply because he is so infuriating.

I heard people die
while they are trying to find them

Role-Play Sample :

And that was it. They were off. The silver-touched femme hadn't anticipated that they would have to go right away but as soon as she had spoke, Scribblekit seemed to have jumped out from his gloomy skin, into an energetic ball of fire.
The tom had surprised her, as Littlekit had marveled at his
his ecstatic show. He was so beautiful in that way - always making the tiny femme smile.

Her emerald optics searched the clearing as she realized that Scribblekit was right, as her eyes reflected sheer hysteria. Her tiny paws we shaking with excitement at his bright words and she felt as if they would break if she didn't get a move on. She was ready to make a break for it and she didn't care whether Scribblekit wasn't [even though she had a fair feeling that he was as well]. It was the perfect moment - she knew it was just the right time.

For, the wind almost seemed to be chanting her name and Littlekit had felt the chill breeze surround her. '' Come, come! '' it was calling as the branches swayed and the leaves rustled with their welcoming embrace. The sun was just above the horizon - but the kit didn't care, the sky cloudless - promising a gorgeous day when the rest was lit up.

And with that, she had took a step. It was a small step but only because Littlekit's thoughts had wavered for a second, as if her mind was held down on a loose string, blowing gently in the breeze causing her thoughts to change perspective. But the femme would have none of that. Littlekit shook her head and kept on running until she was as deep as she could get in the forest away from the clan, the wind buffeting at her sides. Littlekit had felt a sudden rush of action - something she hadn't felt the last time she had secretly escaped - a feeling of wanting to get away.

Yes! She could finally have it, from being cooped up in the nursery and in that one boring and familiar area of the camp. The she-kit felt impatient again, wondering when it will be her time to become an apprentice. She sighed, her light breath seemingly heavy knowing that she still had a while to wait. As she wandered through the bracken, Littlekit had finally discovered a way out and had realized where her tiny paws had led her. She padded out and looked at the forest around her - Thunderclan's beautiful and big tree's surrounding her while the sun just barely shined, as it warmed up her pelt.

Something bright had caught her eye and the she-cat had gleefully turned her head to look at it - her whiskers twitching with curiosity.

She smiled a tiny smile - one that probably wouldn't be caught seen on her face ever - as she looked at a passing butterfly. It had the brightest shades of orange and Littlekit had stood there entranced by the lovely butterfly for a couple of minutes. '' I wish I could be like you. '' She had suddenly mumbled softly to the creature, envying it's marvelous pattern. It had took flight, surprising the femme, and she had followed it, a dainty laugh sounded through her lips.

The small butterfly had stopped again and had landed on a tall flower, and at the same time, Littlekit had stopped. The femme wished that she could get closer to see the insect but she didn't want to do it any harm.

Littlekit felt like she was missing someone - another part of her. He just had to see this butterfly! She jumped at the sudden thought of forgetting Scribblekit, as she searched the clearing for the tom - her eyes still on the butterfly.
'' Scribblekit? '' She whispered loudly.
Littlekit turned her tabby head to see where the energetic tom had went.

The fear - Lily Allen

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Finished. Finally. x]

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