sheet of Harepaw.
Edit: New app, it's so much better than the old one. 8D
Harekit | Harepaw | Haretail/Harestep
Age: 12 moons
Breed: Manx/American Longhair
- listening to the elder's stories
- playing with kits
- getting scolded
- being the centre of attention, negative and positive
Clumsy - Passionate - Protective - Selfless - Stubborn - Insecure
"O-oh, I'm sorry..I didn't mean to step on your tail.." | Clumsy - As cats generally use their tail for balance, occasionally Harepaw will struggle with keeping herself erect
notinadirtyway while crouching and leaning forward, as her fluffy little ball of a tail is not exactly in her favour. However, it can be argued (especially by the elders) that Harepaw is just a clumsy cat in general, as she constantly bumps into other cats and startles the occasional bird or vole, much to the annoyance of other warriors.
"Ooh, can I come on the patrol too? Please?" | Passionate - She is extremely passionate about helping her clan in any way possible, and so will always volunteer to go on patrols or hunt with her mentor. Helping kits and elders are her main priority as she realises that kits are the future of the clan, while the elders are the ones that have kept the clan safe for the future generations such as her.
"Don't, you'll hurt her!" | Protective - After losing her lone littermate to greencough, Harepaw has become very protective over those who are ill, particularly kits and elders. She will keep a constant vigil of checking on their welfare and can always be seen peering into the nursery every so often to see how kits are doing. In battle, the she-cat will endeavour to protect her clanmates even if it means getting hurt herself.
"It's okay, honestly, I don't deserve it." | Selfless - She'll put everyone else before herself - she believes that she is unimportant and so will sacrifice herself without hesitation to save another. However, this can cause her to mentally push away cats that show her affection as she believes she doesn't deserve it. She feels extremely guilty if she does anything that causes her to require attention, such as injuries and will always insist that other cats should be treated first.
"No no, I insist, you have it." | Stubborn - The she-cat will not take 'no' for an answer easily. She will refuse to come back empty-jawed from a hunting trip, and the rare times she is convinced to, she will not eat from the fresh-kill pile. Anything she does catch, she will take straight to the elders and queens before even thinking of herself and without needing to be asked to.
"I uhm..don't like attention." | Insecure - Harepaw dislikes being in the centre of attention. She is extremely insecure about herself but doesn't normally tend to show it. However, there is still a part of her mind that makes her believe everyone is silently judging her and everything she does. She tries her hardest to keep out of the limelight, but in doing so, she puts a lot of pressure on herself to do things right which makes her extremely stressed. Often she will sneak out of camp to find some peaceful solitude where she won't be judged.
Born to Redfang and Sparrowwing, Harekit once had a littermate, Rabbitkit. Both kits had inherited their father's little bobtail, but their difference in looks was striking. While Harekit had a beautiful striped chestnut pelt and cream markings, Rabbitkit had their mother's sandy coat. Both sisters were extremely close, but Rabbitkit's small and weak stature made her extremely prone to illnesses. And when chills and greencough preyed on Rabbitkit, she did not survive.
Harekit came bounding into the nursery, her little tail flicking from side to side excitedly. As she came to a halt, the young she-kit toppled forward, earning a sore muzzle to the very slight amusement of Rabbitkit, who chuckled weakly before letting out a series of awful coughs. "Hey Rabbitkit!" the kit panted, attempting to get up in a dignified manner before padding over to her sister, who was curled up and shivering beside their sleeping mother Sparrowwing's belly. Curling up around her smaller littermate, Harekit purred.
"Redfang said he'd come tell us a story tonight." Harekit mewled, rasping her tongue over her shivering sister's ear. "And he said he'd ask for more herbs for you. You're gonna get better, aren't you?"
"Promise." Rabbitkit croaked in response, looking too frail to utter a word. With a look of concern, Harekit pressed up closer to her sister, attempting to keep her warm, though even she could feel that Rabbitkit remained cold despite their mother's bodyheat. The smaller she-kit closed her eyes, and after watching her for a while, Harekit did the same, falling into a restful slumber.
When she awoke once more, Rabbitkit was still.
"Rabbitkit? C'mon, wake up." Nudging her sister gently with her nose, she remained unresponsive. "Wake up."
Standing up, Harekit nudged her once more with her paw. Her sister did not stir, her body cold and her chest still. Staring at her sister in horror and realisation, the she-kit yowled, awakening the sleeping kits and queens. "No!"
She fell to the nursery floor beside her sister's body, burying her face in the soft sandy fur. "Rabbitkit..you promised..you said you'd get better.."
After the death of Rabbitkit, Sparrowwing grew distant from her remaining child. Often she would leave Harekit in the nursery alone to return to her normal warrior duties despite the fact she was entitled to a full six moons of being in the nursery. Because of the distance from her mother, Harekit felt rejected and began to blame herself for the death of her sibling. Her mother still slept with her in the nursery, but remained silent and didn't utter a word. Most nights, Harekit found herself trying to keep warm by burying herself in the moss of the nests, as she felt she didn't deserve her mother's warmth. When Redfang was killed a moon later in battle, her mother did not return to sleep in the nursery. Her mother left the clan and did not return at all, the loss of her kit and her mate too much to bear. Harekit slipped out of camp almost every night to keep a constant vigil, watching, waiting for her mother to return.
She never did.
When the day of Harekit's apprentice ceremony arrived, her emotions conflicted in the bittersweet joy of becoming and an apprentice, and the family that was no longer there to join and watch her. As she padded through the familiar faces of her clanmates to stand before Monarchstar, the tiny bit of hope that she still had within her made her scan through the crowd of cats, hoping, waiting to see her mother's face once more. But before she could take more than a few seconds to look around, Monarchstar had begun, and she turned to look up at her leader.
"Harekit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Harepaw." A small smile formed on her face as she heard the clan yowl her new name. Her ears flattened, blushing beneath her fur at the attention she thought she did not deserve.
"I will be your mentor." What? Harepaw's heart leaped into her chest. Monarchstar wanted her to be his apprentice? The scrawny, unimportant little she-cat would be mentored by the leader of the clan. Disbelief crossed her features, but she quickly replaced them with a look of gratitude as she touched noses with Monarchstar. It was time to move on. Time to become an apprentice.
However, soon after she received her apprentice name, ShadowClan's great leader, and her mentor, passed away. Harepaw was heartbroken that she never got to know her mentor very well, but she would meet him in StarClan one day, perhaps. She decided to concentrate on the present, and was assigned a new mentor, Raggedstorm.
Life as a Warrior
Mother: Sparrowwing (presumed dead by all except Harepaw) [NPC]
Father: Redfang (deceased, killed in battle)
Siblings: Rabbitkit (deceased, died of chills and greencough in leafbare)
Aunts: Rue (kittypet, sister of Redfang)
Uncles: Thrushsong (deceased, brother of Sparrowwing)
Nightflight (deceased, brother of Sparrowwing) [NPC]
| Close friend
| Best friend
| Sparrowwing: "I miss you, mother. I can understand why you left. I wouldn't have stayed either, I'm not worth it. I just wish you would come home, so I knew you were safe. I love you."
| Enderpaw: "Ugh, he's so confusing and I don't like it. I can't see us ever being friends, he's...odd and intimidating!"
| Brokenjaw: "H-he frightens me..he seems to have a major dislike for me and I don't understand what I did wrong.."
| Raggedstorm: Pending
| Sharp-paw: "I-I really like him..it's hard to describe..I just wish we weren't from different clans.."
| Adderpaw: Pending
| Swiftfoot: "When I'm a warrior I'll kick his ass. Stupid trespasser."
|Lionclaw: "He gave me such a fright when we first met. I probably shouldn't have been on his territory, but still. He seems like a genuinely nice tom though, I'm glad to call him my friend. Although, I think he sees me as a little kit. I'm not, I'm nearly a warrior! *pouts* He saved my life though, and I'm so grateful, though I don't deserve his kindness. He's really easy to talk to and I hope we meet again sometime."
| Turtlepaw: Pending
| Stagheart: Pending
A rustle from the dense bushes that covered the forest floor pierced the silence of the night, the young she-cat attempting to maneuver through the branches. More often than not, the brambles that had intertwined with the normal bushes dragged their way over Harepaw's skin and tangled in her long fur, earning a muffled hiss from her. With her current injured paw, she was unable to scale up the pines in which she usually resided without a throbbing, burning pain all over the area in which she'd been bitten. The detour she had taken on the ground was proving to be difficult.
Eventually, Harepaw broke out of the grasp of the bushes' branches, the undergrowth making way for a small but serene clearing. The evergreen pines began to merge with the other species of trees, and a small stream flowed through the centre, dividing ShadowClan's territory from SkyClan's. She had encountered a couple of SkyClan cats here, but she couldn't pick up on any recent scents. Despite the close proximity to the other clan, it happened to be one of the she-cat's favourite places to find her solitude, and she sat down at the trunk of a pine to begin the gruelling task of removing the thorns from her pelt.
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