Name Featherpaw

Age 7 moons

Gender Female

Clan Riverclan

Rank Medicine Cat Apprentice

Mate: N/A

Marking Feather (This was unintentional for match her name)

From birth, Featherpaw was a gentle soul. She has a small fear of hurting or destroying things, like butterflies or leaves. With this trait, she always feared battles and fighting. If she were to be put onto the front lines, she would freeze up on the spot. Therefore, she is the gentle being she is, and hopes to continue to be like so.

Featherpaw can be described as a sweet young cat, because she is usually just a pleasant cat to be around. Her mother was a fairly nice cat, and this she-cat has carried on the trait. As she has seen from being around other cats, there are some pretty mean cats out there, and she just wants to try to be different. Although sometimes she can be a little too nice and it has often lead to her being asked to go away.

Featherpaw is one of those cats who sees the pond as half full, rather than the other way around. Though this trait will probably bite her in the butt sometime in the future, she'll try to keep things upbeat. However this does come in handy in the medicine cat den, and she always tries to cheer up the patients stuck in the den. As she grows older, she may fall out of this trait.

As a kit, she would often get nightmares waking her up at night, and making her look over her shoulder. Sometimes if she is concentrated on some task that her mentor has assigned, it is easy to sneak up and scare her out of her wits. This is another reason why she wasn't suited to be warrior apprentice. Though with her still young age, she may grow up to be a little more watchful.

Though she isn't generally 'quiet', she does have a softer voice and can be easy to miss in a conversation. If she sees that she doesn't ned to partake in a conversation, she'll stay out of it and mostly observe. When she was younger, her mother had worried that her daughter had a deformation, but it just turned out to be just how she was.

She actually form this part of personality from the time she started as medicine cat apprentice. She is very finicky about how herbs are organized, or at least if they look neat. (She still is working on remembering all the herbs). If something seems out of place she'll be quick to fix it, or else it'll bug her all day. You can tell if she is on the edge of fixing something because she'll bite her lip and stare at the thing before hurriedly fixing it. 

Featherpaw was born to Snowstep and Stonedrift, two average warriors of Riverclan. Snowstep was a quiet she-cat who had met Stonedrift as an apprentice. They grew to being best friends, and a few moons after they were made warriors, Snowstep moved into the nursery expecting. It had been a warm, summer evening when a screech was heard from the den. It was a labored birth, but she soon had 3 kits laying beside her stomach, unfortunately, it was not all perfect. Two of the kits, both male, were still-born. Snowstep and Stonedrift grieved for their lost kits, but soon gave undying attention to their last kit. They named her Featherkit, for her silk fur, and the grey coloring she had on most of her pelt. 

Growing up as a kit wasn't hard for Featherkit. Even though she was the only kit then, she still found friends in the younger apprentices. However, when they'd play rough games, she'd always end up squealing in fright. She would always get scared of the look in their eyes and how they would play-attack her (even though they would try to be gentle with her). Snowstep soon became worried by this, and Stonedrift just said it was a phase. Well, he was wrong. Featherkit soon stayed away from the other found herself interested in the medicine cat's den. She had been caught wandering in the den one day when Waspwish caught her in the act. The kit pleaded with her to not tell her parents, and that she was only curious about what it was like in the den. After that, she would come by to visit everyday to watch the medicine cat help the rest of the clan, mystified by how she would use many different kind of herbs. 

On the day of her apprentice ceremony, her fur was glossy and shining under the dim light of the abandoned barn. Unknown to her, her parents had spoken to the leader and the medicine cat about her becoming the healer's apprentice. Since the clan hadn't had a medicine cat apprentice in a long time, it was agreed she would be given that spot.

The apprentice however, was nervous as could be. She didn't want to learn how to fight and hunt, for she hated to hurt living things. When it was announced she was to be the medicine cat apprentice, she was overjoyed and almost smacked heads with her mentor when they went to touch noses. 

From that day forth, she has been working her hardest to live up to her mentor's, and her parents' expectations of her.

{Mother} Snowstep

[Father] Stonedrift

|Siblings| Deceased

/Mentor Waspwish

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