[Hollypaw] || SnowClan

[& // Sarah]

Will change the name.. when I can be bothered. :c

Name; Hollypaw

Gender; She-cat

Age; 10 moons

Clan; SnowClan

Rank; Apprentice

Description; Hollypaw conforms to the traditional idea of SnowClan cats being small; while she's tiny, her limbs are long and thin, perfect for hunting in SnowClan territory. Her fur is washed with a pure white and dappled with tawny brown and dark black hues - only her underbelly retains the white colour. Her fur is long and thick, protecting her from the bitter winds that batter against a cat when out on the open moors.
Her tail is her most distinguishing feature - not that there's anything out of the ordinary with the tail itself, but a band of holly is entwined around it. It's been there since kithood, and the leaves never seem to wither, always remaining lush and green. Her eyes are a pale, fern-coloured green, bright and wide. The only truly visible remnant of battle is her right ear - at the tip, a V shape has been cut into it.

Personality; Hollypaw has always been a bit of a control freak. At the age of 3 moons, she could often be found pretending to be Russetstar, ordering her littermates around when all they wanted to do was play with the nice moss ball they had found. She's still extremely bossy and if she thinks a cat is doing something wrong, she doesn't politely keep her mouth shut as quite a few other cats would. She's also quite ambitious (well, as ambitious as an apprentice can be) although not in a bad way.
If you dare to look deeper than her outer layer formed by your first impression, she's not that bad, really. She's understanding of cats' feelings (most of the time) and knows when to stop being bossy as well.

History; A dark grey she-cat glanced down at her new litter, a smile splitting her muzzle in two as they awoke. The ferns protruding over the nursery entrance gave a sudden flicker of movement, and the queen glanced up, smiling as she recognized the pale tabby.
"How are they?" he asked, padding over to her as his eyes shone with pride. "Fernshadow says they're perfectly healthy," she responded, glancing down at her kits with a strong feeling of pride swelling up inside of her. She laughed as her tortoiseshell detatched herself from the other two and crawled off, pursuiting a black feather that had found its way into the den. The queen swept her tail around the kit, pulling her gently back to her side.
"Do they have names yet?" the tom asked, as the tiny tortoiseshell tried to squirm away again.
"I was thinking we could call this one," - she gestured to the smallest kit, a black tom, with her tail - "Rookkit." The tom nodded, raising a paw and sweeping the she-cat back to her mother's side again.
"And the other tom is Cedarkit," she smiled, eyes falling upon the brown member of her litter. The tom purred in agreement, lowering his head and giving his three kits a gentle lick.
"What's the tortoiseshell's name?" he questioned, as she decided to push Rookkit out of the way for no apparent reason. "I don't know," the queen mused. "I just can't think of a name for her."
The tom brushed his mate's flank with his tail, giving her a reassuring smile. "You'll think of something."
- - -
"Where's my kit?!"
Although the strangled cry came from the depths of the nursery, it rang clearly around the camp and a few cats visibly winced. Moments later, a distraught grey she-cat came racing out of the nursery, eyes wide. Her mate padded up to her, speed increasing as he saw the look in her eyes.
"What is it?" he asked, fear piercing his voice. "She's gone!" the queen wailed in response, causing the tom to blink in confusion.
"Who's gone?" he meowed, frowning.
"Our kit..." The grey she-cat trailed off - still, after almost half a moon, the only she-cat of the litter was nameless. "The tortoiseshell! I was awake and they were there and I went to sleep and I woke up and she had gone!" She gave a distressed yowl, causing the tabby to flinch and then stroke her side with his tail comfortingly. "She can't have gone far," he reassured her, gazing around the camp. "We'll find her."
Suddenly there was a rustle from the leaves across the camp entrance, and a tiny shape wandered into the camp, blissfully unaware of the eyes on her. The two were at her side in a minute, and she blinked up at them before smiling. "Hi!"
"Where have you been?" the queen demanded, although she instantly lent down and nuzzled her kin, giving her a thorough licking. "And what's that on your tail?" she frowned, pulling away.
The kit took a large breath, waving her tail somewhat proudly. "Well, don't tell Rookkit and Cedarkit this, but," - she leant forward slightly, lowering her voice - "they're really boring. So then, when everybody fell asleep, I went outside! And then, I saw this group of cats going out that hole in the rock. So I followed them," she finished happily, sounding thoroughly pleased with herself. "Oh, and I got this stuck on my tail." A band of holly had been wrapped around it, the spiral almost perfectly crafted.
Leaning in, the queen breathed in the kit's scent, giving her a lick on her head. "Never do that again, my little Hollykit."

Kin; Cinderflower - mother, deceased
Pinestripe - father, deceased
Cedarpaw - brother
Rookkit - brother, deceased

Mate; None.

Crush; None/open.

Kits; None.