Beepaw

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**Beepaw** is a dilute tabbico molly with yellow eyes, a thick bushy tail, and a broken right hind-ankle.
**Beepaw** was born to Applebreeze and an unidentified molly. She has served under Valleystar's and Dawnstar's reigns. She lost her father, Applebreeze, in the final battle against the coyotes during Valleystar's reign. When she was only 6 moons old, Beepaw was out training with her brother and mentor when she slipped into the lake, nearly drowning before Bumblesnap saved her life. She broke her ankle in the strong currents of the stream, and was forced into the medicine den to heal for a moon before she was able to return to training, though her ankle would never properly fully heal. She has since worked desperately to catch back up in her training so she can become a full Tracker alongside the other apprentices in her age group. She took part in the badger attack, where she worked alongside Featherpaw and Peachpurr guiding wounded cats away from the fight.

## General Information

### Voice Claim:

she has a very soft voice, silky and light in tone. Makoto Niijima Persona 5 Accuracy 4/5

## Relations

Crush: N/A

Friendships: Nettlespring, Ginsengpaw, Magpiepaw

Enemies:

Mentors: Bumblesnap

## Interests

*Likes*

She enjoys being treated like a young kit, being fawned over and groomed, she enjoys feeling like she's important, but she shys away from big crowds. She enjoys gifts, and she seems overly ecstatic when cats pick her for any task. She loves to work, and finds keeping her paws busy to be the best thing she can do for her clan. She enjoys mornings, and she enjoys sun bathing and sharing tongues with her clan mates. She likes the scent of flowers, and she spends a lot of time padding around the territory stuffing her nose into them. She likes the taste of fish as well, oddly enough, and she's always thrilled whenever any cat manages to catch one on the rare occasion some try. A perfect day for Beepaw would be sharing a trout while basking in the sunlight while laying against a solid stone, the warmth clinging to her pelt. She enjoys conversations, as she is very social and excitable to learn all she can about her clan mates. She loves gossip, but she never seems to be involved in any and only hears it from her friends, who tell her off-hand while she works her tail off on patrols. Due to her poor sense of taste for prey, she doesn't like to eat often, but when she does she's particular about it, she prefers not to eat stale prey as they have no flavor at all to her. Her sense of taste has been ruined by constantly sucking up air, tasting for different scents and distinguishing them easily. She enjoys the thrill of a hunt, and she's even more eager to teach cats the skills she's picked up while learning to deal with her disability. She is passionate about teaching, and loves to spend time talking to kits about stories on the Moors. She one day hopes she can be a mentor so she too can pass down wisdom. She despises elders but loves kits, mainly because she can see herself raising them- she believes she'd be a good mother, but she has no intention of having any of her own, maybe raising another molly's kits alongside her, she believes that kits are the most crucial part of the clan, as they are the future and the fate of the entire clan rests in their paws. She recognizes that with her youth that she is also the future, yet again though she doesn't seem to be very aware of herself as an individual. She likes when cats stick up for her, and she tends to feel very soft for all her clan mates, truly seeing the bulk of them as her extended kin. She enjoys conversations with cats, as long as it's not about herself, though she also does enjoy praise depending on who is giving it. She ranks in value compliments based on how sincere she believes them to be, but she never lets her ego inflate from them, she only allows them the breath to speak, a quick nod for thanks, before she bounds away.

*Dislikes*

She's petrified of water, and doesn't agree to anything that has to do with the territory she almost drowned in, that being the Tanglewood Weald. She hates cold weather, and even worse the rain. She's frightened of thunderstorms but may force herself to work during them despite this. Loud noises frighten her, but little else really does. She's generally very optimistic and upbeat. She heavily dislikes elders, and finds them irritable, the only time she's ever got her fur ruffled is if an older cat has given her an especially hard time, but she's usually pretty chill with processing her feelings, and it's never turned into anything more. She's not much a fan of compliments, especially when she can tell the cat is sarcastic on it or otherwise, but she doesn't try very hard to make it known how she feels, she prefers to get over things on her own.

## Skills/Faults

*Skills*

She's very positive and easy-going, finding it very easy to ease herself into most situations and bending to meet anyone's will to help them succeed as well. She's very determined to do well, and she spends a lot of time working on her skills and honing them in to be the best version of herself she can be. She takes her clan very seriously, and believes she should be honored to have her rank among them. She's confident and very emotionally mature, finding it hard to waver in her work when cats are poking jabs at her. She's very sweet and friendly, and makes sure to see the best in every situation. She's kind and passionate, but shy and obedient when need be, finding it easier to step back for some things rather than stick her muzzle in it. She works as a mediator when necessary, able to be impartial and think logically about everything, she's a very good pick for day to day duties, and a strong, confident, and honest cat who cats think of when they picture Sunlit Prairies as a whole. Her courage and her strength to prosper in the face of uncertainty with her injury are what defines her to this day, cats are often proud to see her after she'd went through so much, but still manages to smile despite everything. She still has her kin, after all, and she couldn't be more thankful for them. She has an outstanding sense of smell, and is a quiet stalker despite her injury, finding it easy to track anything she may need to with careful paw steps. She especially enjoys tracking down prey, as she practices new hunting techniques that make it easier for her to hunt with a limp ankle. She's very over protective of her brother, and she's willing to argue with cats for his sake if there comes to be a problem, or he's not taking proper care of himself. She loves him dearly, and looks up to him more than any cat she's ever met, so she stands up for him and is always looking out for his well-being. She'd give up all her prey in a famine to him. She's very intelligent and loyal, but she tends to be shy and fails to show confidence when it comes to relationships. Despite her injury, she still manages to be a very strong hunter, and she's especially loud when she finds it necessary. She's known to be rather patient and rather comforting to her clan mates.

*Faults*

Due to her injury, she can't do a lot of things she'd been used to be able to do. Her jumps are often times small, and she can't keep up with her clan mates like she used to be able to, but she doesn't let that get to her. She has a hard time with grief as well, finding it difficult to get over when a cat dies and mulling over it, allowing it to consume her before she's ever even given a chance to think about the future. She's petrified of water, and is completely unable to swim, even if a cat held her head above water while her legs were submerged. She makes jokes whenever she feels uncomfortable, and she doesn't quite understand a lot of social cues, she doesn't often pick up easily on body language either, she'll just wander off it she's not a fan of how something's going. She doesn't have strong tastebuds either, she often remarks things tasting quite salty. She's horrified that Bumblesnap will die one day, and she finds it overtly difficult to get over this idea. She mulls over it from time to time, and become a quite saddened at the thought. She also doesn't tend to stick up for herself, though she'll pick fights in place for her brother in a heartbeat. She's not a great fighter, and finds it hard to defend herself with claws, so she falls back and runs away to collect help instead of allowing herself to be flayed. She'd still put her life on the line for her clan mates, and she'll return to the battle after, but she's not the greatest first-line defense. She has allergies as well, sneezing and struggling with watery eyes a lot when padding through the Moors. Because of her endless positivity cats usually don't think to give her much thought, they seem to see her as naive, childish, and overly excitable. She's quite the opposite in fact, having a higher sense of duty than even most senior warriors. She's also always been a subject for bullying by other apprentices due to her disability, and she's been known to become quite sarcastic at times if they've urked her enough. She'll never ask a cat to stop bothering her, rather she'll allow them to prod her worse and worse until her patience wanes entirely.

## Personality

She's a quite shy cat, yet nevertheless courageous and outstanding in her studies. She's determined to do well, and doesn't let cats waste time pitying her. She works endlessly, seemingly until her paws are ready to fall off. She's always on the move, doing something for some cat or readying herself to go out and train. She's a strong-minded cat, and doesn't usually let any cats prick their claws in, that's if she can honestly help it, though. She's very passionate about her place in the clan, but she can be the light of a patrol when she cracks jokes or playfully teases a denmate. She loves to listen to gossip, though only when she'd got her paws busy and feels like she has the time, she grows restless if left to her own devices in camp. She's exceedingly polite and friendly, and is always making sure to give cats compliments when she can to make their day just a bit better. She was raised well, so she spends a lot of time working for other cat's sake, doing jobs for them or hunting to gift them, she always feels the need to give back to her clan, as she feels like it's just sheer luck that she lived, and perhaps she's right. She's very honorable as she doesn't take time to relish in compliments sent her way and instead hurries along to continue. She enjoys exploring, but she prefers doing it with her brother above all else, and there's barely any cat she'd rather spend her time with, besides perhaps her mother. Beepaw is eager to express herself, and excited to put her mark on the clan. She's headstrong and willing, and very dedicated and obedient to Starclan, as well as to her leader and deputy. She respects all her clan mates, and sees all cats as equal, she can recognize between different pelts, upbringings, and experiences, that all cats are just like her- flesh and blood. She doesn't believe any cat owes her anything, and she makes sure to let cats know that. She's loving and passionate about it, and she's very careful with her emotions, finding it difficult to let them muddy up her work. She can be quite shy at times, and she doesn't like being overly complimented or speaked down to, but she won't defend herself if she is. She doesn't take anything personally, though, so it's hard for cats to really get to her. She's easy-going and good humored, finding it easy to get along with cats who are like minded to her or her brother. She's a great friend to have, and she thrives off other's positivity and kindness. She seems to be able to make jokes off of other jokes, and she dips her paw in her fair share of dark humor when she finds it suiting to the conversation, she finds it easier to cope with her circumstances that way. She doesn't care much when she's the end of jokes anyway, and due to her strong emotional maturity she can withstand teasing, toxic behavior, and other things directed at her without faltering. She always greets every day with a smile and she never intends to stop. She's more of a morning cat than anything, and she seems the most energetic then, but more in the ways of waking and immediately getting to work on either her duties or training, rather than others who may spazz out from the energy they need to burn after a long night's rest. She finds herself to be very energetic, having plenty of the energy necessary for how much work she forces herself to do day by day. If she doesn't have an output she puts that energy into talking. She loves to tell stories about her brother and her kin, not much herself, as she doesn't seem at all aware of who she is as a presence, an individual. She's very empathetic, and spends a lot of time mulling over the grappling thoughts of over cats. She's reached a state of acceptance with life, seeing how easily it can be ended and how short it really is, she tries to make the best of it, but she doesn't seem to have much to think on herself. She sees herself as merely a vessel for her soul to be housed in, and she doesn't seem all that interested in her appearance, or cats pointing out she's just another cat like them. She's very devoted to Starclan, and genuinely believes that life, and everything in it, is merely nothing more than a short spit of life they are destined to live. She seems to be highly comfortable with the idea of death, seeing as she's nearly succumbed to it many times in her life, making it much easier for her to detach herself emotionally from anything that could be particularly dangerous. If any cat is to take a risk it's Beepaw, she's always got herself lined up in perfect picking position for it. She also acts as a messenger between cats who are irritable with each other, and cats look to her to make decisions on their behalf if they cannot come to an agreement together. She's incredibly laid back, but she always has the rules in the back of her mind, and she works tirelessly to uphold the Prairies' Promise to the best of her ability. She'd never tell on a cat who she saw acting out, but she may confront them herself to point out the action, with her own hope she can help the cat better themselves for a change.

## Detailed Appearance

Beepaw is a small, lean molly with thin fur all cross her body, tufted at the edges. She has short legs and a thick round tail, rounded at the tip, with round ears and a small cute pink nose. She has pale yellow eyes, and soft pale grey fur. She's a dilute calico, with a white spotted belly and paws, and small white spots on the tip of her muzzle and along her forehead, with cream markings splotched throughout. She has a small, narrow muzzle and big eyes, with long tufts of fur that sticks out of her ears, somewhat like antennae. She also has black whiskers for some reason, and they curl at the end. Her haunches and sides are criss-crossed with deep scars, and her right hind ankle is permanently broken, twisted at an off angle with the claws in that specific paw splayed out at all times.

### Scars gained

The following is a compilation of chronological scars/major injuries that Beepaw has recieved;

* Deep. thick, criss-crossing scars on her flanks and sides caused by rocks when she nearly drowned as an apprentice.
* Broken right-hind ankle after snapping it against a rock when she nearly drowned as an apprentice.

## Kin

Mother: Unknown molly

Father: Applebreeze

Brother: Bumblesnap

Aunts: Cinderspots, Tulipstar, Tansypaw, Bloompaw

Grand-mother: Valleystar

Grand-father: Torrentfocus

## Backstory

WARNING! Backstory contains mention of drowning. Proceed with caution.

She was born to Applebreeze and (UNNAMED MOLLY), alongside an older brother named Bumblesnap. The two were close growing up, and spent a bulk of their time together. Beepaw was eager to begin her training- she wanted to be just like her big brother, and one day she hoped she could stalk the forests alongside him. She looked up to him fondly, and took great pleasure when they trained together. The entire family was close for that matter, and Applebreeze loved every heartbeat spent with his kits. He was dedicated in training the two, and always promised to be there for them. Everything seemed perfect for the little family until a pack of coyotes attacked camp, the same pack that had been terrorizing them for moons. Beekit was nearly killed, but Applebreeze saved her seconds before she would've been torn to shreds. She was horrified, but felt relief when her big brother, Bumblepaw stepped up to protect her and Applebreeze, before he was sent off as well, taking young Beekit to hide with him. That was when she, Bumblepaw and their mother watched Applebreeze fight, though he eventually lost the battle, his body left behind before them. Beepaw blames herself harshly for his death, and struggles with it to this day. Everything seemed to slowly go back to normal eventually, though unfortunately one day during a session she'd toppled over her own paws and plunged into a stream, being swept away by it's current. Horrified, she began to kick out in an attempt to swim, but she was slowly losing consciousness. As she kicked and scrambled for freedom, her legs and sides where sliced up harshly by the rocks, and she broke her ankle in the experience. She'd have perished if it weren't for Bumblesnap, who came to her aid and saved her life when she'd needed him most. She was beyond grateful and although horrifically traumatized by the experience, she still is grateful and lathers Bumblesnap with praise and thanks, giving him gifts and fondly speaking of him to any cat who will listen. She has since settled into her role as a tracker, following behind in her big brother's paw steps and eagerly awaiting the day she'd get her full name. She only hopes it can be as cool as name as Bumblesnap's.

## Trivia

* Her ankle will never permanently heal, causing her to limp on her hind right leg at all times. Her paw is twisted at a strange angle, and her claws peek from their sheaths.
* She has a strangely loud purr that rumbles and reverbs in her throat, and her tail is zig-zagged with patchy, fuzzy stripes, hence her name Beepaw.
* She, and by extension her older brother, Bumblesnap, are both Clan of Rippling Streams descendants on both her parent's sides, she is related to many cats due to her father being Valleystar's son. She has webbed paws shockingly enough, and a build more similar to that of a cat who's built for swimming rather than running quickly across the moors, making it somewhat ironic she'd nearly drowned at 6 moons old, and is now too petrified to try again. Had she been raised to learn to swim, she may have been one of the first cats to implement fishing back into their hunting routines, though this likely may not be the case.
* She has curled whiskers, and purrs often in her sleep, as though sharing dreams frequently with lost relatives.

## Quotes

*"*But Applebreeze... *She had been so young when he died. Not just had she barely gotten to know her father, but she hadn't had much of a chance to memorize and recognize him either. His face had started out normal, but nowadays Beepaw was struggling to remember what he looked like, what he must've felt like and his scent... They began to merge into one. Suddenly his face was no longer familiar, shaped on occasion but blank and missing in most instances, she'd come to grow ashamed of herself.* I don't want to forget you. *She'd sigh out at him, but his replies were always the same. And he always left her- he always died at the end of every dream, even the warmest and most comfortable ones Starclan had to offer her. She'd never unsee his death, even if she did manage to forget his face somehow."*

-Beepaw about her late father, Applebreeze.

## Links

Theme Song/Voice Claim

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