APPRENTICE: NORTHPAW

Northpaw of Riverclan

A large tabby she-cat with a long fluffy coat and a long fluffy tail. Pale brown with much darker tabby stripes, her chest is fluffy and pure white. Her eyes are large and almond shaped, giving her an almost menacing expression. Her eye color is a pale blue, not too vivid, but very bright. Her ears are large, her nose pink. Northpaw's feet are already fairly big, and she's still growing.

One could say Northpaw had the personality of a badger with the charm of an angry bee. ANother could say she was a free spirit, always ready to defend and fight for those she loves. Whatever the bias, Northpaw is a hyper, snarky little cat with a lot of spunk in her fur. She's got a nasty bark, and an even nastier bite. Known for being headstrong and almost rude, it's hard to get along with her. However, there really is a sweet side, masked by her almost mean antics and sarcastic sense of humor. She loves nothing more than a good banter or a play fight, a few good tricks on a cat or two. And if they get offended, they should put away the hand lotion and get their paws dirty for once. That being said, she loves a good fight, and despite her seemingly bitter attitude, she's fair. Not one to cheat or lie, even in the heat of battle. She's blunt and up front, and has no problem simply blurting out any and all problems she may have with you. Some say she has a respect problem, but in all honesty, she simply tells it how she sees it, regardless of who the cat is.

She was born in a blizzard. Er, what could be considered a blizzard, at least. It was snowing and there was snow. It was unbearably cold, the coldest it had been all season. Clearbrook was tucked away in the warmth of the nursery, giving birth to a single, fluffy kitten. She looked like her father, a proud, large tom with vivid icy eyes and a dark pelt. The single difference? her fluffy white chest. Northkit was a large kit, and grew fast, exhausting her mother, Clearbrook and the other cats of the clan. She boisted she could fight and win against a young warrior, and was brave enough to actually try it on apprentices. Despite her antics, she was a playful young cat who couldn't eait to be a warrior, to feel the rush of a fight and the glowing pride of feeding a clan. But those dreams were put on hold when her father contracted rabies when she was 4 moons old. He didn't have the feared furious rabies, instead falling into fits of paranoia and weakness before he was fully paralyzed within mere days of his infection. It was a horror to watch. And to Northfur, it was a bitter blow. It made her a bit rougher, a bit more aggressive. And it made her realize weakness leads to death, regardless of reason. She would not be weak. She would not let harm come to her clan or her clanmates, no, she wasn't so ambitious as to harm her family. But she was indeed ambitious for more strength, and she would get it.

are you ready for a revolution?