name ; paleflower
'pale' because she was pure white when born
and 'flower' due to her soft, sweet nature
age ; twenty-eight moons (28)
rank ; a simple warrior
apprentice ; n/a
+ traits ; calm, optimistic, friendly
- traits ; oblivious, naive, daydreamer
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Sweet Paleflower; a pretty name for a pretty face. The rather young warrior was born to a warrior and a loner. The warrior, her father Riverfang, was absolutely insistent on taking his precious kits to StremClan while her mother, Petal, also wanted to keep the kits. The litter bore three; palekit, daisykit, and batkit who's name were all simple when born; 'pale, daisy and bat'. Eventually Riverfang convinced his mate to at least let him bring Palekit with him for he was so fond of that little white ball of fluff. Petal complied, unease about letting her sweet girl go to the savages but desperate to make her proud mate happy.
At first, Palekit was anything but welcomed into StreamClan. Riverfang was an honest and hard working warrior and he eventually wore them down with his speeches about how great of a kit she truly was and how she didn't deserve to die in the cold alone. Thus, the leader at the time gave in and gave Palekit her new name; Palepaw. Palepaw was quick to make friends and quick to learn the skills of a huntress while her fighting abilities fell short. Her father never ceased to be proud.
Palepaw never really questioned her heritage from her father as she didn't like to push subjects that made him upset and she'd asked once and saw the confusion and grief cross his features. She simply settled into doing her duties without question and she was happy that way.
In the moons of her apprenticeship she witnessed death from sickness and predators but her smile never faltered after she'd let the wave of grief play it's round. Palepaw was the shining beacon of simple joy for her clan-mates, the undying gratitude and happiness that shined from the corner of the room. Before she even realized it, she had come of age for her apprentice assessment. The she-cat passed with flying colors and was given her name, Paleflower of which she is very, very proud.
It was then that Paleflower learned the truth. Riverfang asked her to join him on a patrol and they soon stumbled upon a makeshift den in the a tiny little clearing. Paleflower's pelt bristled uneasily but her father reassured her that everything would be okay. And then she appeared. Petal slunk out of the small den, her long white fur striking and she stopped dead in her tracks, icy blue eyes meeting the icy blue eyes of her daughter for the first time in moons. Shortly after her mother appeared the black form of Bat, his fur clinging tightly to his frame much like his fathers and then came Daisy a beautiful she-cat who's fur was mostly white like mother's with a few spots of dark tabby. Riverfang explained to his daughter who these three cats were and in Paleflower's confusion she refused to believe it all, but she never spoke up. She played along and got to know the three for who they were.
When they returned to camp, Paleflower still wouldn't admit to her father that she didn't think that he was telling the truth. She held her silence until the camp was ravished and they were forced to move. Riverfang, so depressed he was, refused to join them on their pilgrimage and stayed behind with Petal, Bat and Daisy. He begged Paleflower to stay with them so their family could finally be happy but she couldn't leave StreamClan.
Paleflower left her father there that day, holding the truth in her for rest of her days.
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Paleflower is a sweet girl, soft spoken, a little on the skittish side and strikingly pretty. Her eyes are like her mother's; a frosty blue and her fur is medium length. The spots of orange tabby on her face, ears and paws are extremely light and they grew in as she aged.
