Dapplesong of Creekclan

a small tortoiseshell with large pale amber eyes.
    when one looks at the young fifteen moon old she-cat, they will notice she is just below average for height in her age group. she will not grow any larger, sticking small for all her life; but where one would think short legs are the problem, it is in fact that her legs are about a human hand and a quarter tall; it is her body that is small and lean - making her seem smarter, and with small dainty paws and a sleek body from the fish she consumes, she is the picture of an imposter of the river and shadow cats. her pelt is a mixture of brown, black and white with splashes of orange here and there - making her coloring a tortoiseshell coloring. her fur is of average length, although she takes more after her father and her pelt is a bit on the longer side; and when submerged in water, she pelt takes on more water then the other cats of creekclan and she has to struggle to keep afloat - although after moons of training she has developed strong back legs for propelling her in the water. her pale amber eyes are like dying embers, lost but in a certain light they glow bright and eerie like, and can remind a cat of a fire begging to be reawaken.

being born the only she-cat left something of impress on the young she-cat of fifteen moons. she showed a certain determination that could easily swell into ambition in the future. she has a certain saying (and yes i stole it from game of thrones) if i look back i am lost, and to be quite honest, she does happen to look back all the time, but her determination to prove herself wrong shines through here; she will push herself to the breaking point and very likely past the breaking point when it comes to things like that. she will push herself through the thickest mud and even come out battle wary and scarred, but mentally not physically. there are even times to this day that show her determination, her proud nature. where she will lift her head in a mock arrogance to tell the cat she is determined, a habit she picked up at a young age to show her set jaw and her piercing eyes when she is locked firmly on an idea. but above all else there are other things cat notice off the bat about our young she-cat.

no one can deny she is a timid cat, that had been obvious when she first entered the clan of creek and had been given her apprentice name dapplepaw. she had quietly meowed her thanks and when she had touched noses with her mentor she had been as gentle as a mother cat to her kitten. she will always have that gentle nature to her, like a mother - she will be as gentle as the breeze and yet  one will call her a very protective cat over those she grows to care about. like a mother she will go from a gentle, loving she-cat to the fiercest beast that will ever walk this earth. teeth will likely be bared and claws will be unsheathed. but this proves that deep down, under all that worry and and guilt she is a very brave young cat who will go down with her hopes, dreams and love. but not all goodness comes without a price; dapple is constantly seeking approval, trying to ease others by pleasing them instead of herself. her first and foremost goal is to help others before she herself can be tended to and it will backfire on her in the future - perhaps she will go down like her grandmother, with an infection. lay me to rest on the border of tree and creek, if i can not be of the one i want, then i wish not to be buried among those who have died to be loyal to this one.

but then there are times when others will see the shy and soft smile slip from her face. a sun filled sky behind her will cluster with storm clouds and the light in her eyes will darken and there is almost an unforgiving nature around her. she will come from the depths of hell; with that stubborn look upon her face as she will spit hateful thoughts and watch from a distance. any cat locked under her cool gaze will realize quickly that gaining her good graces are near next to impossible. and with that; we see the darkness with in dapple is simply a fire that burns to hot to truly tame her gentle soul. where she will disregard those who have hurt her or her family - and when the one who hurts her is - in fact her family that burning unforgiving nature will burn until it all but consumes her. but above all else, to those who are in her good graces, will find the affectionate, timid she-cat whose clever wit is an enjoyable factor of her personality. where she will patiently wait out any cat in a conversation before stating her own opinion. to round it all off, dapple is a she-cat with a timid nature, but with a burning fire below that may one day roar to life and a break the timid wall she had built.

the middle child and only daughter of said litter of fawnspots of creekclan and pinewhisker of treeclan. dapple even at a young age displayed much of how she would become later in life; her first cries for life were soft compared to her brothers; gentle paws would paw at her mother's belly and she would even be smaller on the size compared to her brothers. where her younger brother would bat her around to get to the best milking spot; dapplesong would constantly wait until her brother seemed to fit his fill before wiggling her way to the milk. but life was always weird from her blind point of view and even at that age and song of innocence sung it's tune around her ears.

but moons would pass and a young kit like dapple would see her father and mother's constant bickering, something that tore at her little heart and at some nights she would seek her father's warmth for her mother was never as kind to her when she asked her to stop yowling at daddy. 'daddy will you and mommy ever get better?' she would ask a few times, but as the days grew longer and her question left unanswered she watched as the rift between her father and mother grew and she would hide behind gorse - and when their mother told them of their new living arrangements, young dapple had nearly yowled in protest, but her mother was stern, harsh in those moments that the young kit watched as her younger brother wolf took off; and dapple lifted her head a little higher. you could stay, a part of her would meow, but as she turned to her mother desperately looking for her younger brother, she knew she could not let her mother down.

 i will go with mother. and so she left treeclan, if you look back you will be lost. her mind would meow, but she did anyways; staring back at her father with such pain and regret that she wished nothing but to return to him, engulf herself into his fur and tell him a thousand times over that she was sorry. but once more she raised her head high, determined to look confident and followed her mother and brothers into the new territory of creekclan. here she watched as the leader creek; accepted them with a bit of hesitance, and dapple felt strongly that the leader of this clan had ever right to. but as she was given the suffix -paw, along with her siblings she felt something akin to going home. i'll make you proud father! she would think as she was given to a she-cat to be mentored by. the she-cat, well over her forty-moons, was a descendent of shadowclan and had voiced how it would be easier for them to train together seeing as the legends said shadowclan and thunderclan lived around trees, but shadowclan lived in marshes as well.

together the two she-cats, both quieter and proud by nature worked hard and long hours; from sunrises to sunset, the two trains, and once every moon her mentor had her fast; it will be practice for when the real time comes. and at first she would cave, and dive for the mouse set before her, but as the moons went on, she learned to control the hunger, eating as late as she could the night before so her belly would still swell with the prey and as her warrior ceremony approached she would be taken to the treeclan border; her mentor calm beside her. you are of creekclan now, but i see the longing in your eyes for treeclan. you can run, i would not tell. she meowed, but as dapplepaw looked to her mentor in those moments a swell of fear and pain entered her. she could not abandon her brothers, nor her mother despite the fact that she had found love in another cat.

but more importantly she could not leave her best friend and mentor here in creekclan. "i will not run, not like mother." and she would turn from the border, if you look back you are lost. and as the two she-cats moved away from the border, dapplepaw glanced over her shoulder and guilt rose into her throat. she would run one day - she knew it. a week later she was ready, her ceremony done she sat before the clan watching as they noticed her head held high, her eyes glaring at the fresh-kill pile and as the day drew on and the night passed into morning once more she was delighted to find herself renamed dapplesong. it would be on one of the travels along the border alone that she would come across her father; delight sprang into her heart and from where she stood she meowed in happiness and warmth; 'i am a warrior father, i am dapplesong."

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