Martenpaw | Hollowclan

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NAME// Martenpaw
AGE// twelve moons
GENDER// female
CLAN// hollowclan
DESIRED POSITION// apprentice
SHORT DESCRIPTION// a muscular, rust-colored she-cat with amber eyes


DESCRIPTION//

build;;
Muscular and long are two words perfect for defining the build of this Tempestclan she-cat. She's neither massive nor bulked up, but this feline is not a petite little gal either. Martenkit is on the larger side for a she-cat, though still smaller than most toms and certainly not the tallest cat around. Length, however, in on her side through and through; especially when you add that long tail into the equation. Were cats to sit in a more human fashion -balanced out on their haunches - Martenpaw would stand out with her head held high above the crowd. She has an almost serpentine -or marten-like if you wish to compare her to her namesake- grace in her movements thanks to that long, powerful body. Even sitting its almost as though she coils up, low to the ground and ready to spring at any moment. Her legs aren't necessarily long or spidery, nor are they stumpy; just strong and sturdy of an average length.

fur;;
As a kit, this cat's fur starts out quite downy, giving her a bit of a fluff-ball appearance and making it hard to get any idea of physique. It also isn't quite as rich in color, the rusty color being faded as a paler, more orange-y color for the first few weeks. But as her fur lengthens with age, the color also deepens to a brilliant mixture of red and brown hues. The top of her head and back is darker, more brown than rusty red, with hints of black fur underlying the rest and popping up it somewhat random patches. Especially her face is dusted well in this dark shade, sort of like a mask that travels from her ears to just below her eyes. Running down from back to belly the colors acts as a gradient from the brown to a rustier red with no black in it. The paler color travels down her legs before deepening again to the brown-ish shade. A spray of white encompasses her whiskers and chin.

Her fur appears to be long and silky, and it is on the longer side; silky, however, not so much. Much of her pelt is comprised of rough, wiry guard hairs that are coarse to the touch even though they look like they should be on the soft side. At her neck and underside, though, the fur is longer and plush; it has a habit of getting caught on twigs and fur much to the she-cat's dismay. Her tail too, having long a feathery fur, is like a sweeping magnet for debris.

eyes;;
Those eyes are almost always "sparking" with anger and spite, nary a friendly glance lies in them. Those glares always seem to shoot daggers; and if looks really could kill then most cats she came across would be dead. Colorwise, these are orbs of yellow and green; a faint strip of yellow always lines the iris, but most light seeps away the color so that in takes on a gray-ish cast of yellow-green. Almost a mossy color, really. In low light or moonlight, though, her eyes take on a brilliant ochre hue with hints of red and orange throughout.

PERSONALITY//

spiteful and snarky;;
Simply put, don't expect any kind words from Martenpaw. In fact, just don't bother expecting anything besides callous and rude treatment except on the best of days. This fiery she-cat rarely bothers to curb her tongue, and goes out of her way to be spiteful and harsh almost always. It seems as though every other sentence from this Tempestclan cat's maw is going to be laced with venom. Sarcasm? Her favorite form of communication. It's hard to say precisely what drives her to be so... abrasive. She's not really, angry or annoyed with anything; not in any kind of pain that might cause her to lash out with unkind words. She just seems to live for the hurt or angry reactions of other cats; she relishes watching other felines take offense to her speech. And when cats don't have some sort negative reaction to her treatment Martenpaw will sulk, annoyed that her jibes failed to have any effect.

conveniently forgetful;;
There are times when it seems almost as though Martenpaw is a bit scatter-brained. She seems to forget that she was told to do something, and later can only give an innocent apology; a smug light in her eyes as she speaks. Truth be told, this feline just doesn't like being ordered around, and she'll spite another by apparently forgetting that she was ever given an assignment. She'll be lazy and procrastinate, whatever it takes to infuriate (or at least irritate) her current victim. Was she supposed to be on a patrol and held everyone up by not being in camp? Oops, slipped her mind. Sorry 'bout that. Won't happen again; only it will. So she's not really reliable, but she's got untapped skill all the same. There just needs to be some sort of motivation for her to use it. That motivation's not orders, nor is it some burning passion to assist her clan. She doesn't strive for perfection, although some part of her does wish to be better than everyone else.

sullen and argumentative;;
What sort of spiteful cat wouldn't absolutely love to argue? And argue passionately she does. Martenpaw can be described as a "My way or the highway" sort of she-cat. Any moment she gets she'll attempt to force her ideas on other people, if they don't agree then they can go to the Dark Forest; she'll go her own way, end of story. It's a bit of a superiority complex for her. In her mind, clearly she's the only one intelligent enough to formulate any proper plans, even the higher ups in the clan should see how brilliant she is. Except she's really not. Arrogance may make her blind to her own faults, but they're clear enough to others. It's obvious that she criticizes everyone so much and finds faults where none exist simply to boost her own ego. Hopefully with wisdom brought on by experience and age she'll shake off this passive-aggressive behavior of hers and learn that she's not as great as she thinks herself to be; the clan comes before personal motives.

patient and attentive;;
This wannabe greatest feline in the world does have some redeeming qualities to her typical "greater than thou" nature. She knows how to wait to get want she wants, and she can be a shrewd observer in learning how to play and act to manipulate other warriors. True, these traits aren't necessarily positive to most, but she's not some brainless brat. The skills of a good, strong cat are there, however she needs to learn to set aside her pride to make better use of them. Martenpaw knows perfectly well how to improve her status in the clan, but first she needs to choose to take the right path.

EXPERIENCE//

kit;;
Martenkit was born as one of three daughters to the rogue pair of Shard and Siv. Alongside her sisters Brazenkit and Secretkit, they were born in Tempestclan after Siv came to the clan under the guise of a weakened loner looking for a place to rest awhile. The rogue, however, died birthing her kits; they were left in the care of the clan to be raised as Tempestclan warriors. Most of her time was spent pestering the small apprentice Splashpaw or otherwise attempting to make a nuisance of herself whenever possible. Although she grew with the knowledge of Blackshard being her father, for the most part the kit never worked to endear herself to him; rather she worked to ignore his existence as much as he did theirs.

OTHER//

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