Primrosepelt

Primrosepelt is a pretty, orange-furred she-cat with white paws and green eyes.
== Personality ==
Overwhelmingly positive and bouncy, this bubbly she-cat is sometimes annoying in her ways of optimism. She is constantly smiling about nothing, and thinking of excuses for other cats to be happy. This is a good thing, especially when times get tough - such as a harsh leaf bare or defeat after a battle. This also can be a negative, as she can become insufferable and irritating, and it only bolsters the feeling by the fact that she doesn't care what any other cat thinks. Now, she isn't so bad where she'll be jumpy and full of energy during a funeral; another part of her personality is that she's very respectful, if a bit pushy. The reasoning for her elatedness is simply the fact that she can't understand any other feeling but happiness, and she gets confused by how any other cat could feel anything but happiness and gratitude for what they have - prey and shelter, loved ones about. The other side of her, which is hardly shown, is silent, uncomfortable, and awkward - she is jittery under her own skin, and doesn't even feel safe in camp. Her skin will crawl at the sight of prey, or water, ironically, and she may get nauseous as well. Again, hardly exhibited.
== History ==
Primrosepelt started as a pure-bred WaveClan cat through and through, and she was brought up well by her father. The thing is, her mother had always resented her for an unknown reason, and her parents fought continually, until a huge private fight broke out one moon rise that killed the both of them. Primrosepaw, being the mischievous brat she is, snooped on the conversation and could only freeze in fear and apprehension as they killed each other. She heard everything spoken about her, but when questioned about it, she changes the subject easily, never getting to the words that were spoken or what exactly happened that night. At that time, she wasn't as positive as she is now, and the reason she's so positive is out of trauma more than anything, refusing to deal with the confusing emotions that welled up inside of her - they scared her. So she took to the extreme: happy, happy, happy, until she forged a new identity within it. She was killed in a plague that swept through all three Clans.