Rippedpaw- She-kit Apprentice

[Rippedpaw]

Name: Rippedpaw
Family: Father- Oak::Mother- Lilyleap *DECEASED*
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: WindClan
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 7 Moons
Eye Color: Green
Fur Color: Sandy/Cream Colored
Other Appearances:

Rippedpaw is an average looking she-cat with medium length cream colored fur. The tips of her fur are lighter than the roots. Her eyes are a dark green with a subtle tint of gold-ish brown. Her most distinguishing features are the gold/brown swirl-like markings under her eyes and the large scar that runs from her right paw to halfway up her leg. She also has a scar that runs along her belly, but it’s not quite as differentiating. She has a medium build, maybe a little below average size of a cat her age.

Personality:

You might categorize Rippedpaw as a rather conceited and hostile cat at first, but it’s only her tough past that’s hardened her on the outside. Rippedpaw seems to have two personalities. Once you get to know her, you’ll discover that she’s very outgoing and loves to joke around. She’s always up for conversation and likes to be rebellious by sneaking around camp and occasionally sneaking around outside of camp. Her bad sides include ridiculous stubbornness and occasional (but rare) cynicality. The other half of her personality is secluded and hostile. Sometimes just the tiniest mistake will set her off if she doesn’t know you well. Because of her past, she finds it very hard to trust others and will not open up to anyone. If you want to get closer to Rippedpaw, it will take quite some work.

History:

Rippedpaw’s past was something that she would do anything to forget. Her father, Oak, was an evil hearted cat. He hated the clan cats and terrorized all cats that happened to come across his path. With his band of rouges, he mercilessly slaughtered helpless kittypets and other stray cats. He showed no mercy and even murdered kits. His plan was to grow his army and take over the territory, getting rid of all of the clans. When Lilyleap had only one kit, and a she-kit at that, he was furious. So furious that he killed her right there on the spot. Rippedpaw, drenched in her mother’s blood, was handed off immediately to another queen named Crow. She took her in and fed her because her own kits had been killed by Oak’s band, seeing as they were too weak. She still didn’t have a name. Oak could see that Rippedpaw was a strong kit, and there was no point in killing her off. Every day, Oak would make Rippedpaw train and train until she collapsed from exhaustion. Her meals were of small portions and she barely slept through the night.
One day, Oak found that Rippedpaw had snuck out during the patrol and watched the clan cats practice fighting techniques. As soon as he heard this, he became angry and attacked the helpless she-kit. It was on that day that she got the scar on her paw and her name: Rip. Every night that followed, Rip would awake trembling in fear that her father would maul her again. It got so unbearable, that she figured she would die anyway if she stayed, and ran away. She ran and ran until collapsing at WindClan’s border. She was taken in and given her new clan name “Rippedpaw.”

RP Example:

[[OOC:: This takes place after she was attacked by her father]]
Rippedpaw was exhausted. She always was. There was no escape. Her paw was aching and so was her heart as she lay in her small den, shivering from not only cold, but fear. This was not how life was supposed to be, and she knew it. Somewhere, there was freedom. Now she had proof. She had seen the cats of the forest, they were real. But they fought with honor and integrity. They shared prey and cared for one another as if they were all kin.

She too wanted to be a part of that. The taste of blood on her tongue sickened her and the sound of the terrified yowls of a dying cat made her weak with shame. There was no joy in winning a battle if it meant that it ended in death. And their eyes… their eyes filled with light and pride. She was sure that her eyes didn’t glow with such pride. She was miserable, and sure that the light had dimmed from the second she was born. Why did her father want her? Was it because she was stronger than the other kits? Faster? Smarter? No she thought to herself it’s because I’m obedient. Something had begun to tickle her inside, like the embers of a fire suddenly spewing sparks that could light the forest on fire in seconds. Anger. Pure Anger. Why should she have to put up with this any longer? She would die if she stayed here. With a newfound confidence, Rippedpaw found strength in herself.

Standing up, she took one last look at what had been her cage all these moons. Never again. With a giant leap, Rippedpaw sprung upwards towards the sky- towards freedom.

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