RAINPAW
AGE six moons
GENDER faab (agender - not icly aware of this. she/her pronouns)
CLAN windclan
RANK apprentice
SHORT DESCRIPTION A silver-and-white tabby cat with copper eyes.
PERSONALITY Once upon a time, a cat said that Rainpaw was almost the ideal apprentice. Almost.
She's the type of cat that keeps her head down and works hard. Perhaps hard worker is a misnomer for exactly how Rainpaw conducts herself in patrols, whether they be border or hunting. She will walk the borders until her paws ache and fight until there's nothing left of her but a bloody scrap of fur and she has no complaints for aching paws and bloody fur. She remains quiet no matter how much work is piled on her shoulders. If she was allowed to, she would work herself to death not only for the benefit of the clan but for anyone in a position of authority that asked her to. If someone asks her why she will sacrifice so much for her clan, she doesn't have an answer to give. It's simply her nature. She is expendable, more so then the cats by her side.
Obedience characterizes Rainpaw. She often cannot bring herself to protest what others ask of her and instead follows their requests quietly. She is, in particular, loyal to her father - she has derogatorily been referred to as his errand-girl in the past. Her obedience brings her no joy but she cannot bring herself to act out in a rebellious manner - she instead continues to obey those around her.
While undeniably polite, Rainpaw is quiet and withdrawn. She lacks any real presence in social situations, ghosting along on the edges of social groups and only rarely fitting into any at all. It isn't that she dislikes the presence of others - quite the opposite - but that she simply does not bring herself to seek out others. She may be found on the outside of a gathering, quietly watching others interact. Her social skills are poorly developed and she can be quite awkward when brought into a conversations - she is straight-forward perhaps to a fault. She can appear apathetic and disaffected, unaffected by things that seem quite tragic to other cats - such as her mothers death.
Perhaps Rainpaw really does have a hard time bringing herself to care about things. Underneath the veneer of polite silence and hard work, she is a bitterly unhappy young cat. She regards herself as expendable while others are inherently more valuable then herself, and her lack of a real mental identity means that she has trouble regarding herself as a real cat, as whole like the others are. It seems to her like there is something wrong with her, something missing in her creation that has left her half-formed and wrong.
HISTORY Yewflower and Gorsefang produced their first litter late in life. Certainly no one was
surprised when the inseparable couple finally settled down and brought Rainkit and Sedgekit into the world - Starclan knew that the clan had been gossiping about when the pair would finally bring kits into the clan! Oh, and Yewflower was just going to be the
perfect mother. No doubt having kits would help smooth out Gorsefang's rough edges as well. Yes, the clan was quite happy when the couple broke the news of the pregnancy and even happier when the two kits arrived.
Yewflower was quick to demonstrate that she was indeed an excellent mother when little Sedgekit informed his mother that he was a tom, not a she-cat as previously presumed. Yewflower was extremely supportive and ensured that everyone in the clan understood that Sedgekit was a tom - and that Rainkit understood what was going on as well. Rainkit took the whole matter in stride. Sedgekit was Sedgekit.
Yewflower doted on both kits. Rainkit benefited from extra attention from her father, who was perhaps distant at times. Their life was happy.
But then Sedgekit fell ill. It was not long after that Yewflower followed him. Rainkit, separated from them and under the care of another queen, stayed healthy. Perhaps that was what led to her strange relationship with her own mortality later in life. In any case, Yewflower grew sicker. But no one expected her death - least of all Gorsefang, who seemed to blame Sedgekit for her death as the kit recovered from the illness that claimed his mothers life. Rainkit could only watch as her family fell apart.
Gorsefang grew distant from Sedgekit and Rainkit became the only one in the clan he was warm to. In response, Rainkit became even more quiet and obedient then before. Already a kit with low self-worth, she built what little identity she had on pleasing those around her. She grew into a quiet, obedient cat - one that pleased the adults around her but had few friends and unnerved most of the cats in the clan.
At six moons old, she has only recently become an apprentice and has no learned much at all. She has not yet found her specialty as a warrior and has doubts that she even has one.
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