Mintleaf // TempestClan

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NAME// --- Mintleaf
AGE// --- 14 Moons
GENDER// --- Female
CLAN// --- TempestClan
DESIRED POSITION// --- Warrior
SHORT DESCRIPTION// --- Sandy brown she-cat with green eyes.


DESCRIPTION//

--- The first thing that comes into notice, is her silky, half long fur. Her fur has a soft, desaturated shade of brown, which transitions to a lighter colour at her paws, her tail tip, her muzzle, chest and underbelly. Faint darker brown stripes mark these transitions, making them stand out more. Between two neatly formed ears, two green eyes look into the world curiously, being dappled with golden specks close to the pupil. Her build is lean and lithe, though her back legs are well muscled and strong. Her whiskers are longer than average, but nothing to noticeable or out of the ordinary. The sandy brown she-cat has a light pink nose, which turns into dark brown nose fur. Her nose fur extends into the light fur around her eyes, and underlines her right eye. On her forehead is classic tabby M sign, in dark brown, almost black. Lastly, her body is mostly proportioned; with a nice long tail for balance, and slightly large paws.

PERSONALITY//

--- She's quite a cheerful fellow, mostly upbeat and optimistic. Though she's quite in tune with the feelings of others, she tries to walk without trotting on the mental toes of anyone. This can be kind of hard for her, because she's kind of socially awkward sometimes, she thinks it's hard to find words when talking to others. That's also why she's having such a hard time sometimes with getting along with other apprentices. If you are a loudmouth, you won't find a friend in Mintpaw, she'd avoid you as soon as possible. That's also one of her features, if you hurt her once, she'll keep the grudge and she won't forget it. You'll always be on her mental list, and you'll never get off it. And you'll know it when you're on it. A suspicious glance when you walk by, a small turn in her path to avoid you.

She's sometimes a bit insecure though, but that really ebbs away when she does what she likes to do the most, and that's where she shines. Mintpaw loves to hunt for example, the thrill of the catch, though she can get carried away by it sometimes, being to set on her hunt. She also likes contact with others, but sometimes, she's just reluctant with it, it's sometimes pointed out too much that she's different for her liking. She just can't stand wet paws and she tries to avoid that as many times as possible. She also quite dislikes being muddy and dirty, though she can cope with that when she has to, living in a muddy territory like TempestClan's, she doesn't have that much of a choice, however. She also prefers to be in quiet places, with not too many cats around. She can get quite queasy and twitchy when it's getting too crowded.

One of her biggest strength's however, is her mud coloured coat, she can blend in with the surroundings with it, giving her the advantage for creeping up closer than cats with bright coats. She also takes advantage out of her bigger than average size, though she doesn't like fighting that much. Thanks to her careful nature, she doesn't leap into problems headfirst too. Though, her careful nature can also be her downfall, she hesitates too much, that has been a problem for her for multiple times. She's unable to decide in a split second, and if she does, it's out of panic. Her size is also a weakness at the same time, though she grows a bit bigger than the other cats do, she has trouble with fitting through small spaces, and her fear of water limits her a lot in the territory.

EXPERIENCE//

--- Born to a TempestClan couple, Mintpaw was the smallest of her litter. It was thought by most, even her parents, that she wouldn't survive. But against the odds, she survived, though she was small and not that strong. When she found out about hunting, she loved every bit and second of it. She tried to learn as fast and as much as possible about it. And finally, she wanted to go and try it for herself. Without informing her parents, she snuck off and she tried to hunt near a stream. When she leaped at the butterfly she didn't pay attention to where the stream was. She tumbled over into it and into the stream. She had a lot of trouble in keeping her head above the water surface and was carried away with it, immediately forming her fear of water. Finally, someone rescued her, and brought her back to her clan. From there on out, her parents constantly fussed over her, until slowly, her mother passed away from disease. Three moons later, her father was killed in a border skirmish, which, ultimately, leaves her on her own, without her siblings. [They've grown apart.]

OTHER//

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