snowpaw, mca of shadowclan

[Zeh Lion]

Name: Snowpaw, One day Snowfox.
Age: six moons
Gender: Male
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice
Personality:

Dashing, Darling, simply darling. Centre of the world, Fascinating, Enticing, Amusing. Oh so many things I display in one outward smile, the batting of my eyeslashes, the simple sigh of annoyance. I am really a dear, perhaps a bit vain, but polite to most. I am told I resemble one named Dustpaw from the olden days of Thunderclan with my short temper and firey attitude. What a strange thought, to think i've already been compared to a legend and I have yet to reach my first birthday!

My parents are both great warriors, Shadehawk, my father surely has high expectations for me and my dramatic sister. Sure, she feigns perfection, pretends to be an angel that wants to comfort everyone but really it is just a mask! She comforts them to comfort herself because she is to lost in self pity to make her own life better. "Be more like Splashpaw," if I had a mouse for everytime someone told me that i'd be a dead cat.

I am a doll, right? Just because my sister wants to think shes some... butterfly doesn't make me any less of a warrior! In truth I will always go further than her, I am not soft like her, Weak like her with her petty wish for happiness. Happiness is such a lame term for the docile and tamed. You know what? You want to be happy? Go out and make it happen. I am so sick of the world dwelling in this... darkness, this hell. I am a very bubbly and charasmic person. I am daring, bold, brave, Everything a mentor wants in an apprentice.

I am a fighter. I will stand up for my family, and for my friends no matter what the cost. Consequences don't phase me, Truthstar wants me to change? That's too bad. I will be far superior to her one day as it is anyway. I believe that my family is the dominant in Thunderclan and that I will never meet anyone we can't defeat. I feel independent, unlike the rest of them, they cling to each other like a spider on a web. Family is for the weak, and I won't allow them to hold me back. If I let them be my weakness they will surely be the death of me.

I believe strongly in Starclan and the Warrior code, and I shall never disobey either. No matter what. They made my life, paved the way, why should I show my appreciation in the form of carelessness? I do, yes, dream of one day having a happy family but I am much to open for anyone to love, and if I never find another, than I shall not dilly dally. Life doesn't always work like you want, and I shalt let it hold me back.

I fight the darkness in myself by providing a happy exterior... If only everyone could see my insides... Surely they would see the blackness I have been driven back into. I feel like I am a shame, but I won't let it show, I won't cry over spilt milk. I will simply try harder, mentally prepare myself for the inevitable, and train harder than any other apprentice. The comparasions others make of me and my sister hit me far worse than anyone seems to realize... Yes, maybe, just maybe, I should be like Splashpaw... And everyone else. But I am unique, and I prefer it to be so.

Description:

In general I would be described as white. Strange, indeed, that I am so stealthy, and yet I bear the brightest color possible. If white is indeed bright, perhaps black is bright? Well, I don't know and I'm not going to dwell on the unexplainable. Why waste my time? I have cats to report to Atrox, I have to find the others like me...But I fear I cannot... But I will not allow you to know my weaknesses. White...So endlessly white, A colour you could get lost staring at, after all, it has no centre, no end. My fur covers a very small body, one that looks like it has been starved.

It has. It has been beaten, burised, scarred, starved, everything to get me in the condition of the Elite. The most advanced group around, aside from Lachance's. Atrox and Lachance would indeed make a good pair should they ever combine... My body it a mess, there are days where I wake up and fear I won't be able to move, I can't handle the cold anymore, It clings to my body, soaking what little strength I have. I have a routine I must follow, I eat only once every two days, why? Because I must stay in a type of shape.

I must be able to move Lithely, though; almost fainting at every turn is not helping me, or my scrawny size. Sometimes I consider running off Riverclan's gorge, I don't want to betray my clan, I swear on everything I am, that I don't...But I am finding my loyalty falling into the paws of Icestar, I am being turned and I must not become a traitor! It's not who I am...Never...Please, I ask anyone, Please let me stay loyal, Give me a reason...

My orbs, you ask, are of a dark brown color. Dark, endless, empty. They don't hold any emotion like yours do, They are hidden behind glassy stares and a misty coverring that hides the colors around. Yes, I am nearly blind, My sight is escaping me, and I am losing my loyalty, Oh! Just kill me... That empty abyss is proof that my deeds were as dark as I claim. I am a murderrer, a screw up, just leave me out in the rain, don't treat me with respect, I pray you. I don't deserve your pity, Your love, and I definatlely do not deserve the right to be near you...any of you...

Clan Page Description:

snow white tom with dark green eyes. half deaf and half blind

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