caraway && rc

[x december]

shame on mecarawaypaw
don't mention it, nofemale
i clawed my way up heresix moons
i'll find my way downrainclan
alone is how i standapprentice

i tear my heart open

lithe brown tabby she-cat with intense green eyes.

i sew myself shut

Carawaypaw is not unusaul in sight, but you wait until she opens that mouth of her's. Back to the body. She pads on slim paws, slightly longer than the average cats. A line of dark hazel fur seperates each toe delicately. Each paw hides a potentially lethal set of four hooked black-brown claws. Carawaypaw's paws arch upward into her limbs, which are wiry and slender. They hold strength like the kind in a coiled spring, as though with a simple movement she could disappear into the treetops. Carawaypaw's forelegs curve upward into her shoulders, which are two wings of bone. They help her to move with an easy, free swiftness, though they add to her wiry look. Her shoulders roll into her spine, back and hindquarters. Her tail slides from between her hind legs, a long, furry snake of flesh and hair. Carawaypaw's muzzle is of an average length, but is unusually thin, like the rest of her body. Her nose is a simple black triangular, the features hidden by the dark colouring. Her eyes, situated above her muzzle, are slightly narrowe than the average cat's. This gives her face a wary look, as though she is constantly suspicious. Her eyes are outlined in a deep brown; so dark it is almost black. The pupils are little more than spider-black slits, but the irises are a beautiful rich green colour.

Carawaypaw's coat is of short, thick fur. It is perfectly built to keep her slender frame warm in the colder seasons. It lengths in a strip from her chin, to her hroat, stomach and the insides of her legs. The rest of her body is coated smoothly and silkily. Her coat is the pale ochre colour of a young tree in spring. But darker stripes and spots blot out this fur, of maple and chocolate colours. This ensures that Carawaypaw can camoflauge easily in trees and forest territory; this helps the stealthiness that she already posseses due to her lithe frame.

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my weakness is
that i care too much

Carawaypaw's personality could we likened to that of a snake. She moves in a sinister kind of way, like the serpentine beast. She is generally a fairly friebdly cat, though she can be stuck-up and stubborn at times. She likes to get her own way, and if that doesn't happen, there will be consequences. She hates cats who do everything right - probably due to the fact that she is the complete opposite. Carawaypaw is somewhat of a maverick in RainClan, a fairly peaceful clan. She is constantly in and causing trouble, and loves to be the centre of attention. However, she does have a heart buried deep inside her, and never deliberately hurts somebody without good reason. Carawaypaw is very argumentative, and so she is often found at the bottom of disagreements in the clan. She delights in childish mischeif, such as straying from camp without permission, or 'forgetting' to clean out the elders' den. She is not really disrespective, as a good, fierce telling off will eventually sink in. Carawaypaw rarely listens to what other cats think; her opinion is good enough for everyone. Well. It is [i[her

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my scars remind me
that the past is real

Mauve was a spurned she-cat. She had crawled to RainClan for shelter, as a loner, heavily pregnant and desperate. No clan would take her in. Eventually she was allowed to join the clan, but she was disliked by the cats of RainClan. Mauve was renamed Mauvepool. She knew that she did not belong in the clan, and planned to leave after her kits were old enough to travel. But her plans were forced to change. She went into labour one dark, cold night. Some force seemed to be punishing her, as it was excruciatingly painful. Mauvepool lived long enough to name her single living kit, but soon after died of blood loss and exhaustion. Her tiny daughter was named Carawaykit. The RainClanners were wary of the little outsider, but took pity on her and gave her a home. She was given to a queen in the nursery named Flutewhisp. Flutewhisp had never liked Mauvepool, but tried to love Carawaykit.

Carawaykit grew up in a world of mistrust and dislike. Flutewhisp's three daughters, Echokit, Tunekit and Musickit did not like their new littermate. The once-sweet, shy kit grew stubborn and bold. She grew a new personality to fit her lifestyle. She knew that if she did not stand up for herself she would be crushed by the weight of the hate and lies. From then on Carawaykit returned Tunekit's hateful comments with worse, clawed Musickit when she was poked or taunted, and returned Echokit's dirty looks with glances that could kill. The kits learnt to leave her alone, and even Flutewhisp becane wary of her. Carawaykit became a raging demon, a rebel, a maverick. She was no longer disliked; more feared and respected. And this was exactly how she liked it.

i tear my heart open
just to feel

Mauvepool [mother]

i tear my heart open
just to feel[/left]

[&& oleander]

_{Lol, you put the WCN password and you didn't put a short description}

[x december]

xD
Fixed.