Here we have the lovely little Snowleaf. Little is a fairly good term to use for this she-cat, as she is rather lithe and a bit short. She may be seen as younger than twenty-eight moons. Her fur makes up for it, but one can tell that fighting was never her strong suit. Walking often, she holds a grace and esteem to her gait. Striking amber eyes are highly observant, and her voice is soft and kind. The name Snowleaf is pretty simple, snow for her pelt and love of it, and leaf for her amazement with vegetation.
The she cat is a good size, her frame fairly lean under the mass amount of snowy fur that covers it as it grows cold. Her pelt can be a bit of a struggle to upkeep, but she makes it work. Her legs are a bit longer, but they don't do well in climbing much of anything. The fluff on her paws makes walking quietly work well though. Keen, golden eyes top off this one, always swirling with words she could never say.
"Still hanging around?"From her younger years, she has grown accustomed to sitting around in near silence. Her eyes watch the movement of others. She is always wondering about the lives of others, the stories they have. Tail softly flicking, she will observe the walks, talks, sighs and twitches of others. She likes to guess on their personality, although she knows judgement is bad. Her observant nature can be seen by her spacey look out into the forest, taking every detail in great consideration. However, her observant nature may bring about easy distraction and over thinking. n body and mind, she is rather agile. The observant, thoughtful nature of her sparks a varied, creative and open mind. Snowleaf is given a keen nature by her quick notations of others or her surroundings. Not one to much speak, she is quick in thought, and will often word her final conclusion. Her keen mind is an advantage in strategy and noticing small details such as an herb in the grassiest field, a fox print in the mud, or a persona quirk in another. Although not valued in battle, she is a great asset behind the lines. However, she may grow too quick in thought and make rash conclusions that are incorrect.
┏xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┓
run it past me again
name ;; snowleaf
flaws ;; rash conclusions, jumpy,
stuck in her past a bit
strengths ;; keen mind, observant,
reasonable
rank ;; queen
gender ;; she cat
┗xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┛
"quote." Back as a young kit, she was a bubbly little one. Snowkit always was bouncing around, running up to others and wanting attention. Often wandering far from camp, she was a bit of a troublemaker, often getting quite the scolding when she had to be dragged back to camp. One day, however, she went far out as she could reach on her little paws. now Snowpaw, she was mere weeks away from becoming the medicine cat. Her amber eyes caught something odd in the bushes while she was out for herbs, though. A pelt. A strange smell filled her nose. "H-hello?" She called out, padding towards the figure. It was a rogue tom cat, mangy and not too easy on the eyes. He gave no threat however, just looked at Snowpaw.
"Hello." He replied simply, tilting his head. Snowpaw had no intention of getting near the filthy tom. He seemed about her age, but his eyes seemed wiser.
"I-I should go..." She said abruptly, backing away and avoiding looking at him. She did though, turn and flee to camp, not thinking a thing of it. Upon her return, the medicine cat, Applepond, gave her a look.
"You look ruffled, what happened?" Snowpaw sat back.
"Oh. Just a nasty looking rogue tom, didn't seem a threat." She shrugged. "What's his name?"
"I don't know, didn't ask."
"Where is he from?"
"Starclan knows."
"Where is he headed to?"
"How would I know?"
"Now what did he look like?"
Snowpaw snorted. "All mangy, not too easy on the eyes, you know? Dirty brown pelt, a few scars." Applepond sighed and sat before Snowpaw.
"You said he stood no threat, correct?" Applepond asked with that look in her eyes, The one that said Snowpaw did something wrong. Snowpaw nodded. "So you simply walked off because he looked unwelcoming? Snowpaw, my dear. Everyone has a story. A whole path in the stars you don't yet know. I want you to wonder about everyone. Everyone has their own unique, interesting story. Think about that. I want you to find that tom again, and learn something." Applepond instructed. Snowpaw nodded slowly and went to her bed shamefully. As night covered the forest, her mind wouldn't allow rest. The tom. Slipping out, she was stopped by a voice from Applepond who lied as if asleep. "Open your heart before you open your eyes." Snowpaw nodded and took in the words, going out in search of the tom. It took a lot of wandering, but she found him lying alone under a fir tree.
"Hi, it's me again. My name is Snowpaw, I'm sorry about before." She greeted, peering in at him. The tom turned to her, as if in thought, and patted the spot next to him with his tail. Hesitantly, the she cat lied near him, avoiding touching his side. "So, uh. Who are you? Where are you from?"
"Bear, and I'm not from anywhere in particular. Been alone a while. I think I like it alone." He answered in a voice that was oddly welcoming and drawing.
"Oh. Well I'm from the clan here. Why are you alone?" She added, growing curious. "Why do you enjoy it?"
The two talked the whole night and into the morning where Snowpaw found herself against his side, resting peacefully. She felt a strong trust. Safe and happy. She returned to camp and promising return, came back the next night. Once again it was filled with chatter and this went on for two moons. She had been distracted from her medicinal duties, she missed her ceremony twice. Soon she decided to introduce a close friend to him, Berrypaw. The two she cats spoke and laughed with Bear. However, the other two began spending time together. Too much time. This deep love she had grown for Bear was pushed aside. Bear admitted he was uncertain which of the two he wanted with him. Berrypaw just shrugged. Her friend had easily betrayed her. Snowpaw experienced the most ruthless, horrible heartache for months, her ceremony put off by her behavior again. A few patches of closeness remained, but it began to trickle to a parchment. One night, the day Bear had told her he wanted her close no more, she decided to leave. Applepond caught her on her way out of the den.
"You've listened and learned, although it seems my lesson came with a cruel lesson of life. But you do deserve to move on, Snowleaf." She smiled, granting a warrior name. Snowleaf mustered a grin and thanked the medicine cat before fleeing, never to return. Now she is left in a quiet remorse, her heart still stuck with Bear. The two had decided on kits at one point, Snowleaf thinking it would keep them together, that he meant it by that and they'd be safe. That was wrong.
{ i can add a tom if needed. }
