Softpaw

Name: Softpaw Age: 6 moons

Gender: Female

Clan: FieldClan

Rank: Apprentice

Appearance: Tiny white she-cat with faint silver shading, a pink nose, and big, pale green eyes.

Personality: Though usually quiet, Softpaw is attentive and hardworking, making sure to mind her manners and each and every one of her duties, and listen well to her superiors. She keeps the Warrior Code in mind at all times, and is conscious of the responsibility she and every other cat in the Clans has to one another, the other Clans, and their environment. She loves everything about winter and takes special delight in snow, loving nothing more than to roll around and play in it, even though part of her thinks it's a little disrespectful or irresponsible, since she has such great respect for nature and thinks a lot about her duties. She is sweet and eager to please, always thoughtful and earnest in her interactions with others, though she tends to be shy around cats her own age, and is often unforthcoming about her own wants or feelings. Though she is good at being comforting and uplifting to others when they need it, she feels some measure of existentialism in her own life, feeling herself small and insignificant in the grander scheme of things, as she is not a remarkable hunter or fighter, and the histories contained in her Clan's lore and land are larger, and the forces of nature more powerful forces than any cat. Nevertheless, she loves her Clan more than anything and is very loyal to it, though she sometimes has a hard time fitting in; she is as innocent and pure as the driven snow - gasping and trying to cover her ears if someone swears around her, avoiding gossip, and flustering at the slightest mention of romance - and finds it uncomfortable to discuss some things that her denmates talk about more often with seemingly little difficulty.

History: N/A

Other: She smells of frost, sweet berries, and tree sap.