Tumblepaw-She-Cat-WindClan

[Tumblepaw]

Name: Tumblepaw
Family: Mother and Father deceased
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: WindClan
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 6 Moons
Eye Color: Brown
Fur Color: Light brown with dark brown stripes(tabby)
Other Appearances:

She has both a white underbelly and paws. Slightly smaller than the average cat her age. Tumblepaw's about 8 1/2 pounds

Personality:

Tumblepaw adjusts better to calmer situations, rather than around fighting and killing. She usually finds it hard to work with battle-hungry cats. This peaceful apprentice is a fast-thinker. You couldn't usually find Tumblepaw in the middle of a crowd. She likes to think to herself and doesn't open up to other cats easily, unless very close to them. Tumblepaw is relatively shy and secretive, but creative and caring.

History:

Tumblepaw was born in WindClan to Twigwhisker(Mother) and Fleetfoot(Father). Fleetfoot died in a battle before Tumblepaw was born, giving her no father to grow up with. Her mother wasn't as loving towards Tumblepaw as the other queens were towards her, because Twigwhisker was still grieving over her mate's death. Tumblepaw was the only kit to Twigwhisker, who also died due to greencough, a few days before her apprenticeship. Tumblepaw was a surprisingly daring kit, and always tried to sneak out of the nursery or play with her fresh-kill. When both her parents, the last connection she had to her family, died, Tumblepaw stopped getting into trouble. Her parents' death led Tumblepaw to the way she is currently, secretive. It is sometimes hard for Tumblepaw to work with kits and their parents, to see how happy they are, since she never had the experience of a good childhood.

RP Example:

Tumblekit sat at the entrance to the nursery, shuddering in the cold. She had licked her fur until it shined in the sunlight, while she sat patiently for the ceremony to begin. She looked around to see a few warriors shooting her warm, friendly glances. Tumblekit turned away so she wouldn't have to acknowledge them. She ducked her head, signaling to the Clan she wouldn't want to be disturbed, and pretended to become extremely interested in the dirt beneath her paws. The kit unsheathed one claw, and began to draw in the soft ground. Wait, no! Tumblekit peeked at her claw in dismay, and attempted to shake the dirt out of it. She looked around and quickly drew back the claw, making sure no cat saw her "childness".
Tumblekit felt as if she had been waiting for moons when the leader called for a Clan meeting. It was unnecessary, considering the whole Clan was already at the Highrock. Tumblekit stood up and padded to the far left side of the crowd of cats. She quivered in excitement and looked towards the nursery. The other queens were nodding encouragingly at Tumblekit, their kits bouncing around them. Tumblekit felt a sharp pain in the pit of her stomach, willing for her own mother to be with her, to feel Twigwhisker's pride shine from her mother's fur. Tumblekit pushed away the thought, knowing that there was no way to reverse time. A deep meow interupted her thoughts, and Tumblekit looked up to see the leader gazing at her proudly. "Tumblekit, come forward." The Clan leader's seemed to echo throughout the camp. Tumblekit took a deep breath, reached out her small paw, and took one step forward.

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