Post by Pebble <3 on Jan 5, 2012 21:28:01 GMT -5
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[li] Helping out the queens and elders
[/li][li] Being with her denmates
[/li][li] Hearing the older warrior's stories
[/li][li] Taking walks
[/li][li] Being generally kind to others
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[li] Battling
[/li][li] Battle training
[/li][li] Rude cats
[/li][li] Disloyal cats
[/li][li] Failure[/left]
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Personality: Pebblepaw is very sweet and understanding to the older warriors, and the younger warriors. Strangly, she has issues with getting along with cats her own age. This trait usually result in her having much older, and much younger friends. She acts very mature for her age.
Pebblepaw is, as some say, unnaturally timid. She can't stand the thought of a battle scene, much less attacking a cat herself. This results larg lectures from her mentor, which leaves her with a hate for battle training. Generally, she is very sweet kind, timid, and quiet.
Limitations: One word. Timid. As mentioned in her personality, she can't stand battling and she always ends up whimpering herself to sleep when there is a battle. Pebblepaw is also unnaturally small and skinny. It's rather hard for her to build up muscle with such a fragile frame. This causes training with larger cats to be a painful time.
Family:
Mother: Creekpebble~Frostclan~Queen
Father: Ottertail~Frostclan~Deceased
Siblings: Honeypaw~Frostclan~Apprentice
History:
Pebblekit~
Pebblekit was born the last of her litter, and much smaller than her fluffy sister Honeypaw. She was named after her mother, Creekpebble. It took her a while to open her eyes, and when she finally did, it took her even longer to get up on her paws. Almost a full moon! Her father died in a battle when she was only 2 moons old. She can barely remember his face, or his voice.
When she discovered the medicine cat den, she was awestruck. She watched the medicine cat do her work for what seemed like forever, from sun up, to sun down. It facinated her. It always made the quiet, timid she-cat smile when the medicine cat succeded in healing a clanmate. Often times she would study the herbs herself when the medicine cat went out and about. When the day of her apprentice ceremony came, she was so happy! Although when she got assigned a rough and tough male warrior as a mentor, she just looked longingly at the medicine cat den. That was the life she wanted. Not this.
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(c) Stella & Stonestar
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