Details
Name:
Honeypaw
Gender:
She-cat
Age:
8 Moons
Rank Wanted:
Warrior
Rank Received:
Apprentice

Appearance
Description:
Honeypaw is a small, wiry she-cat with thin legs and a long, crooked tail. She is covered with sleek black fur. It is not thin, although it rests flat against her body. She has a lean appearance, and one can tell as she ages that she will have a body streamlined for running. She stands noticeably lower than the other apprentices, and is, in general, lighter and weaker than other cats her age. Her tail, about an inch from the tip, is bent sharply to her left; it moves jerkily, and when she gets too agitated, the appendage can become sore.
Pelt Colour:
Jet Black
Body Type:
Lean
Eye Colour:
Honey Amber

Personality
Description:
Honeypaw is a quiet, reserved apprentice. She takes to her tasks without complaint, getting them done in a timely and efficient manner to the best of her abilities. She is easy to work and get along with, but her laid back nature is often misconstrued as complacency. She has confidence in herself, somewhat, but sees no issue in letting the more experienced Warriors take the reigns. She is respectful to her elders and mentors, and looks up to the Clan's leader and deputy without hesitation.

The young she-cat, is, however, not much of a socialite. Her time away from her Clan made her reclusive and soft-spoken, and at times she feels a bit out of place and undeserving of place with the other apprentices. She does not like confrontation and rarely goes against the grain. She does not have the connection of the other apprentices, and feels this deeply. She keeps mostly to herself, although she is trying to change this.

One of her biggest fears is being seen as weak or as having traits from when she was taken by twolegs. She never asks for food until she is told to eat, she sleeps with minimal bedding, and she never complains about being out late or hard tasks. She doesn't like to ask for help or admit her own inability to her peers, although she has a hard time not being completely honest with her elders.
Likes:
Patrolling, Fresh kill (rabbits most), solitude.
Dislikes:
Arguing between clanmates, getting in trouble.
Wants:
To live within the clan happily.
Fears:
Being seen as weak, getting lost outside of the clan again, and despises twolegs, especially the young ones.
Strengths:
Stalking/stealth, climbing, running, smelling (has a strong nose)
Weaknesses:
Outright fighting, arguing, lying.

History
Description:
Honeykit was the only kit born to Whitefoot and Darkpelt eight moons ago. She had always been small, to the point where her mother has mentioned Mallownose had at first wondered if she had been born too early. Despite a rough start, Honeykit held on and eventually grew bigger and moderately stronger. She had always been a bit behind, but she was fiercely curious and bold. She had a penchant for getting out and being where she shouldn't, at a few times she had to be rescued from her own adventures (although she had never made it very far). When she was about four moons old, Honeykit made the terrible mistake of running out in the middle of a thunderstorm.

Brazenly, foolishly, the young kit fled the camp and did not stop until she made it to the Thunderpath. Having only heard stories of such things, and not realizing the danger, she waltzed onto its strangely hard surface, like stone, and didn't noticed the growing light of a car until she heard the monstrosity attempt to screech to a halt. Howling, but not loud enough for her to hear over the foreign cacophony, but petrified with fear, Honeykit crouched down low and huddle, shaking, as the car stopped directly over her. Minutes later, a twoleg reached under and hauled her up by the scruff.

What followed was two moons of what the clancat could only describe as torture. Prodding and poked, fed dry kibble and metallic water, and kept from going outdoors, Honeykit hated every moment she spent with the Twolegs. She was always weak because she didn't eat their bitter food. Their young kits groped and grabbed at her, hurting her and forcing her to defend herself against them, only to get thrown in a crate when she did so. The twolegs also held and restrained her, for whatever reason, and again she would get thrown in a crate for clawing her way free of them. At one point, near the end of her time there, she had managed to almost run out of their nest's opening, only to have it slammed shut on her tail, forever bending the tip to the left.

Eventually, the twoleg family realized that the wild kitten would never be their desired companion, and being considerate enough, took her back to the woods where they had found her. After two moons of being held captive, Honeykit was dropped off on the side of the Thunderpath. She didn't know it, but the twolegs hadn't been to far off from where they had found her. Within a week, Honeykit smelled the familiar scent of her clan, and eventually was discovered by a roving patrol.

However, in the two moon she's been back, Honeykit, now Honeypaw, was not the adventurous little rascal she had once been. SHe was now much more tame, and no longer minded being confined to camp. She was not only physically small, thanks to not having eaten properly when she was younger, but she herself just seemed, in a way, smaller. Not as bold, not as brazen.
Crush:
None yet!
Mate:
Kits:
Kin:
Whitefoot (Mother)(I hope that's cool), Darkpelt (Father)
Other: