Clawpaw

## Clawthorn

#### **Clan and Rank**

Born on September 15, 2020 to the feisty queen Flutterclaw and her close friend Spiderskip, Clawkit entered the world she would someday aim to conquer.

#### **Breed**

Clawpaw is a mix between a Chausie and a Domestic Shorthair.

**Personality**

Clawthorn is a dedicated, fierce, and highly ambitious descendant of the noble felines who call Thunderclan their home.

Upon first meeting, the energy the white speckled she-cat holds will quickly become apparent to those who greet her whether it's by the enthusiastic antics she performs to gain her clanmates attention or the way that she often bluntly says what she thinks without much regard to what the consequences may be. In her mind, she's only being honest, after all. It's not her fault if the other cats don't like it. The dark-pelted feline has little personal restraint at this time in her young life. If she finds she wants to do something- she does it to the fullest extent that she can, always giving the task one-hundred percent...at least until it doesn't interest her anymore.

Like her mother says, it's go big or go home, right?

Perhaps due to her focus on becoming the best in their homelands, or perhaps due to some deeply buried fear of being hurt by those she loves the most, the sharp-tongued molly finds it hard to truly grow close to many of the cats around her, at least on a deeper level. She appreciates them for their skills, loves them for their praise and yet- to break through the walls of pride and dignity would take a special set of paws. But who would dare to try it?

To those who manage to break through the thick skin she's built, Clawthorn keeps them rather close to her heart, consistently seeking their attention and getting very bitter... possessive even- when it's given to others as well. Especially, if they've done nothing to deserve it.

Some might call her selfish.

But to Clawthorn...well, she's just being protective.

Protecting her interests. Protecting her goals. Protecting herself.

## **Roleplay History**

#### **Kithood**

From the moment she first opened her eyes, Clawkit was ready to take on the world.

She was curious, energetic, and passionate in everything she set her mind to do. The eldest of Flutterclaw’s litter, one of the white‐speckled kitten’s earliest memories came from a time before she could even speak. Before she could even walk. A time when one of her denmates, Skunkkit, approached them in the nursery‐ curious, nosy, loud. He was from an older litter, a descendant of Milkbelly and Ravenpaw, an Ex‐Thunderclanner turned runaway before either kitten was even born. Still, despite his heritage, some of the clan had been welcoming when the tom had brought back the kittens...but this was far from true of the perm queen herself. As a child, Clawkit watched as her mother scolded him, watched as she drove the black‐and‐white tomkit to the ground under her paw and listened quietly as he was soon taught his place. She was taught he was beneath them. Useless. A detriment to their home.

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***"Watch."** Flutterclaw commanded her kittens, transferring her ice cold glare to the three of them. Her multicolored eyes were softer than they were when they were fixed on the rogue kitten, though they still carried a sternness within them. **"Watch what happens to bad little kittens who don't know their place."** Turning her gaze back to Skunkkit, Flutterclaw had a sinisterly sweet smile on her face as she addressed the kitten. There was a deep purr rumbling in her chest as she held the struggling kit's head to the ground.*

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She was trained to believe that violence was alright‐beneficial even at times. Her bedtime stories were that of battles and the history of their home, stirring a longing deep within her to become the strongest warrior in their clan. To become the very best, maybe even ranking up to leader someday when she was old enough.

Throughout her kithood, Clawkit grew used to her home and the rules that it carried. She learned the warrior code young and spent most of her time when not sleeping either tussling about with Shredkit, exploring the secrets of the camp, or dragging Batkit along on one of her adventures to bug the warriors for information. The young tomkit and she grew a bit of a rivalry between them, albeit a friendly one at this point*.* They both wanted to be the best, they both wanted to conquer. But it was all fun and games, trivial quips and jabs and mocking. Despite their competition, they did love each other. And then on November 3rd, 2020, it was time for them to take their next steps toward greatness.

**Apprenticeship**

Clawkit was placed under the guidance of Mouseheart on November 3rd, 2020, and given the new name of Clawpaw until her training was complete.

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***"Make me proud."** She meowed between groomings, a satisfied smile gracing her lips. "**I'll have you know Cloudfrost was made a warrior early and so was I, Spiderstone has ties to Palestar and Iciclestar in his bloodline. You come from fierce warriors with long histories in both battle and rising through the ranks of the clan. It is in your blood to be great, my little lions, so train hard."***

*- Flutterclaw, at their apprentice ceremony*

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Unfortunately, the ceremony was interrupted by the demotion of Blazestone under suspicious circumstances, and by the time the drama settled, her new mentor was already headed for the exit of the camp without even giving her a glance. Naturally, this irritated the ambitious young molly who raced after the tomcat practically begging to tag along on the trip. To see the territory for the first time, to learn to hunt, just like the warriors. But after being rather carelessly denied and seeing her brother take her place on the patrol she longed to be on, the newly named feline stalked away into the camp. There she was stopped by her mother, the older cat equally as bitter about the treatment she***'***d been given and upon given the chance to train with Flutterclaw instead, Clawpaw pounced at the offer, more than eager to begin.

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*No wonder they call him Mouseheart...*

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On her first outing, the molly was pushed hard as Flutterclaw had them both racing fast across the territory, memorizing borders, and learning basic hunting stances. She was told of battles that the older cat had partaken in, and battles that her grandfather had fought as well. The apprentice was exhausted, but she strived to please her mother. Strived to make the most of this outing while she had the chance. After all, who knew when silly ole Mouseheart would bother to take her out again to practice. She caught a average shrew, and an average squirrel, which was quite an accomplishment for such a young creature, and Starclan was she proud. Beaming under the brown-patterned feline's gaze, the two returned to camp with their kills in their jaws and a bit more hope in the air than before.

Maybe...maybe she could make this work.

Though it took a few sunrises, eventually her mentor seemed to come to his senses, and the apprentice was thrilled at her second chance out into their homelands. The black‐pelted feline took the lead from the entrance, and with confident strides bringing her deeper into the oak scented forest, one may have mistook her for the one in charge as the other followed behind without a word. She caught a sparrow despite the fog, and even though this was her first catch in front of the dark‐furred tom, it seemed this move combined with her rather overconfident words and promises were just enough to convince him that she had already mastered this skill.

Instead of continuing to hunt‐ Mouseheart offered‐ they could begin battle training early.