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Sparrowpaw
Warrior name: Sparrowtail
Age: 11 moons
Gender: Female
Appearance: Sparrowpaw
Sparrowpaw was born a
Willowclan cat in the time
before the Great War. She
was an only kit, and was
doted on by her parents.
Her kithood was happy and
peaceful, and she was made
an apprentice at the normal
age of six moons. The War
broke out soon after the was
apprenticed, and having very
little in the way of battle
training, she feared for her
life. She didn't want to be seen
as a coward by her fellow
clanmates though, and
bravely followed her mentor
into the fight. During her first
battle she was badly wounded,
a deep gash in her flank from an
enemy cat's bite, and her mentor
Likes
-Training
-Sleep
Dislikes
-Idle conversation
-Lazy cats
-Fish
Strengths
-Hard-working
-Fighting
-Cool and collected
-Mature
Weaknesses
-Can easily burn
herself out
- Doesn't really
know how to
relax
realized the fool's errand that was dragging a new apprentice into such a hard battle. She was advised by her mentor to hide until the war was over. Grateful to him for the chance to leave the battlefield honorably, she gave him a quick nuzzle and made her way carefully up a nearby tree. She watched her mentor run off into the forest. She hid in the tree on the highest branch she could reach until Starclan shook the sky with their thunderous anger. After the storm and the yowls of fighting cats died down, she stumbled down the tree trunk, taking care of her injured side. The cat's teeth had torn through muscle and she had lost quite a bit of blood while she was in the tree. In her light-headed and injured state she miraculously managed to crawl her way to her old camp before passing out. She awoke almost a week later, in a nest of moss with her injury treated. She was informed that some of her old clanmates had found her when they searched the camp, and had brought her with them to the new Paleclan camp to be cared for. She knew when she woke up where her parents were, if they'd still been alive they would have been at her side day and night until she got better. When she asked where her mentor was, no one answered; no one had the heart. She spent two moons in the medicine den after waking up, and when she was finally healed and strong enough to train again was assigned as apprentice to Windrunner. She trains harder than ever now, convinced that had she been more skilled, had she been older, wiser, stronger, she could have prevented the deaths of the ones she loved. She has been forced to grow up faster than she should have, and has become cold and callous to the world. Not in a particularly cruel way, in more of a sad, hopeless sort of way. She has accepted that the world is corrupt and there is no changing it, only preparing for when it chooses to crumble. It's dooone. Finally. Now I can sleep zZZ