Bonepaw. StormClan.

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Name:
Bonepaw

Age:
8 moons

Clan:
StormClan

Rank:
Apprentice

Gender:
She-cat

Picture:
Bonepaw.
Wings.

Songs:
• That's Not My Name - The Ting Tings
• Heavy Water - Foals
• Walcott - Vampire Weekend
• Parkdale - Metric

Quick Appearence:
A small, awkward white she-cat with pretty blue wings.

Appearence:
Although she may (or may not) have potential to be a very pretty cat, the degree with which Bonepaw dislikes her appearances makes it difficult for anyone see the possible beauty she may possess. Indeed, she dislikes herself in looks, but the distain is unfounded, for she's quite ordinary looking, and far from ugly. Yet, she still finds herself yearning to be one of those breathtakingly pretty tortoiseshells, or dazzling silver tabbies. Instead, she's been caught with a pelt with brings about her name- for it is a pure, bone white. Groomed only occasionally, it is not uncommon for her coat to be smattered with a light dusting of dirt or dust, especially her underside. However, when cleaned, her short, silken pelt can really shine like alabaster.
Bonepaw's face could also be pretty, were it not so commonly twisted into some sort of pained or irked expression. When she does smile, it's a radiant one lining two rows of glittering ivories. Her ears are oddly tall, though they don't appear disproportionate to her round head even with the small tufts of white atop each. Her nose is soft, and far wider than it is high, strangely enough, but with his subtle mauve coloring it fits very well upon her slender, streamlined muzzle.
All but malnourished, it's a wonder the she-cat has any energy at all to train or fight for she so rarely eats, even only when forced to. Many are unsure why she keeps herself so sickly thin, whether it be due to her lack of self confidence or because she simply does not like food, as either have been rumors about her in the past. Regardless, she's a thin little female, and small indeed. Even with long, graceful legs to keep her movements fluid and prim, she's still short and doesn't believe that she'll ever end up growing past her tiny size. Stranger still, is Bonepaw's tail, which is short than most. She frets this will effect her balance in many ways, and curses her odd day each day.
The young apprentice has dazzling eyes, though they are often seen in a narrowed state. Even so, the coloration of them is jewel-like, with vivid swirling threads of emerald and sapphire alike woven through their round, almond-shaped interior. Lining her gaze like kohl, is a dark charcoal shade around each eye.
The easier comparison to make for her still-small wings, is to those of a blue jay. Although they are predominantly a soft blue-gray along the underside, feathers of deep sky-blue splash each appendage along with vivid, inky stripes of black and subtle dapplings of white which match her pallid coat. Although her wings are still undergrown, Bonepaw prays they will become large and beautiful so she will then, at least, have something to be proud of about herself.

Personality:
As one may have already concluded from her appearances and quirky tendancies, Bonepaw is no ordinary young female, nor, most believe, will she ever be. It's true that she can appear rather average at times, but never would she herself make that assumption. She's paranoid, really, but not in the normal 'someone-is-stalking-me' kind of way, considering she couldn't think of a reason anyone would want to stalk ugly old her anyway, but her paranoia is more social-based, for she tends to believe everyone she meets actually dislikes her, unfounded or not. This makes her a rather nervous she-cat to talk to, and she may or may not studder when conversing.
Not only is she frightened of social outtings, but is very, very bad at them. She's a devistatingly awkward little female, doubting every word she may throw into the air and sometmes speaking before thinking about what she'd said, indeed, she feels socially inept and she may as well be.
The foundation of all of her worries and personality quirks is most likely her drained self-confidence, for really, she hates herself. Mostly, from the start it was based upon her appearance which she loathed, but it turned into much more self-loathing when her self consciousness about her looks brought social issues too.
However, just because she lacks confidence and comes off as fearful when being forced to socialize, this doesn't mean she's a timid female, for she's far from it. On issues other than herself, Bonepaw can even be bold and strong about some things, depending on the situation she finds herself in. Her own thoughts are rarely gloomy ones, because she's not a depressed cat, though many mistake her for one. She is indeed capable of joy and laughter, she just finds it hard to express when with others. Still there is more to her personality, that being her temper. Indeed, her temper is a dangerous one, for many find it hard to detect at all until she flares up ragefully toward them.It's then that she loses her awkwardness and regains a totally different kind of persona, frightening, even.

History:
Born to Snowstep out of Moonfall, Pearlkit and Bonekit were exceptionally well-liked kits in the clan, for they weren't born with drama and death and betrayal, they were just an ordinary litter consisting of two beautiful little white she-cats in high new-leaf, perfect season. So it seemed that their lives were well set out for them, and in reality, they were. Pearlkit was always the most outgoing one, running here and there and everywhere, making friends with ease and being everything that poor young Bonekit fought to be. She cursed her name, her looks, and her genes. If only she could be as wonderful as her sister!
The pain in her shoulders that Moonfall had warned them about began, and for once, she was overjoyed for herself and not her sister for, at once, two small, gloriously sky blue wings were shaping themselves upon her back, where her sister's wings, still pretty, but nothing in comparison, also began to form. Hope warmed her heart, and when Bonekit became Bonepaw, she continued to feel happier than she had during her kithood, with one minor problem.
Bonepaw wouldn't speak. Since she was born, she hadn't uttered a single word, which could even be normal had she finally spoken when she was 5 moons, or even six. Though many thought her mute, she was simply scared. What if her voice sounded bad to others? In reality, she had quite a pretty voice, but how could she possibly be the judge of that? These days, she's begun to talk more, and more, only because she finds herselfb eing forced to answer questions and the like.
Her sister, Pearlpaw, has already begun flirting with boys and being chased after by them, and Bonepaw knows this will come soon for her too. Well, the liking them part at least (she knows she can't flirt, and that no one would ever chase her) and the thought of it terrifies her.

Role-play Example:

Just because he didn't quite know what he was doing out and about, away from the town, didn't mean the skinny young fellow wasn't thoroughly enjoying himself as much as his drily ecentric personality would allow. Mildly, he wondered what had become of the little ginger and white she-cat he'd come upon days ago, and the big gray who had come across the pair of them. The gray certainly seemed interested in her- hopefully he hadn't raped her or something. He looked smarmy like that. The tabby loner shrugged dismissively; his stomach was full and his pelt had grown warm under the autumn sun, and with that he was content to forgt about the other two. Let them align their own affairs, and leave him be.

Smugly, Metropolis nodded at this thought- indeed he ought to be left alone. He certainly didn't enjoy being dragged into others' business, nor them into his. Privacy was a virtue he treasured regardless of anyone else's consent. His dazzling indigo eyes bore into the deeper bits of forest- the regions of land which he carefully avoided, and he restlessly attempted to untangle the shadows that writhed between thick tree trunks with no avail. The darkness was a mystery best left on his own, which Metro had learned at a young age with the death of his kit-brother. Cunning as the tom could credit himself with, he wouldn't brother to risk it, and much rather preferred the lighter groves of trees, the parts where sunshine still kissed his dark pelt when he could help it.

Now he slipped along between trees- his limber frame easily twisting gracefully through the woodland with fluid motions. Eyes narrowed, head lowered, Metropolis was alert in spite of himself, and his beautifully hued surroundings. Ever cautious, the young tom couldn't help but jump with every quick movement the land threw his way as his moons had taught him reluctant fear and intelligence because of it.

Suddenly, though, he paused rigidly. Long, feathery tail held low behind him, the tip twitched with something like anxiety, but irritation flooded his dark violet and navy gaze. Who really wanted to interupt his glorious stroll? How could they be so obstructively rude? Metropolis pricked his tall ears so that they swiveled to and fro in rhythm with his sensitively twitching nose, which only relayed to him that not only was the nosy being in the forest a feline like himself, but a female one. Another. He thought, with something like relief reverberating in his thoughts, as he realized he would so much prefer dealing with girls than boys, who tended to get violent fast. He eased his muscles when he picked up the fear scent shrouding the she-cat beyond the wall of foliage, and stepped through rather easily to find a little tortoiseshell staring owlishly in his direction.

Tail flicking from side to side, Metropolis stared back for a single long moment, before a half-smile lit his expression. "It's not polite to stare." His boyish meow was smooth nonetheless as his gaze melted into a playful aqua, looking about the haphazardly massacred nest around the female. Cocking a brow, the young tabby awaited a reply with mellow eagerness.

of course, not all of my posts are as long as this one. but it's recent, and a particular favorite of mine recently.

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