Wasppaw of BoneClan

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Name: Wasppaw
Age: 8 moons
Gender: Shecat
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: BoneClan
Breed: Mix
Personality:

This feline has two sides that are very different from each other. Her most common side can be cruel, perhaps even hostile. Her tongue is sharp and she uses her bright mind to, at times, tear others down so as to bring herself. She's reclusive and forbids physical contact, whilst avoiding social environments at all costs. This causes her to seem untrustworthy, therefore she never makes friends with other cats.
However, if someone were to take the time to deal with her fiesty attitude issues, they would uncover a pleasant surprise. She has a unique humor and defensive nature, protecting those close to her, even if it costs her her own life. Deep down, she is rather compassionate and honest, but these traits take a lot of hard work to uncover.
Despite her concrete wall she has around her heart, no one can doubt her loyalty to at-leased her Clan. Even if she sometimes goes out of her way to be cold to an individual feline, she will defend BoneClan with every last breath in her body. Perhaps this cold-hearted feline is rather loving, afterall...she just has been hurt far too often to show it easily.
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Apperance:

One could call Wasppaw rather beautiful on the outter layers, even if they believe her ugly on the inner. The pelt of this female is only .5 inch long or so, and a deep twilight of colors. During mid-day, the sun often glistens and sends a Heavenly hue off her pelt.
Her body type looks rather slim and graceful, but she is indeed a highly muscled cat. Not too many cats dare to learn this fact, however, for they catch glimse of her abnormally long claws and canines, and see that as enough of a threat to high-tail it out of there.
The eyes are hypnotizing, a leaf-fall yellow color. When one looks into her eyes, they realize the true nature of Wasppaw. Her eyes are like a portal into her soul, and clearly show the pain and the love that beg to be spoken. However, no one ever takes the second to glance into her eyes, for they fear they'd see the dark forest itself.
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History:

Wasppaw, unfortuantly, is not a true blood warrior. She also isn't a kittypet or rouge, but rather a loner. Both her parents were nomads because of their bloodthirsty demands. They had kits by pure instinct, but they both lacked the parental chemical reaction that usually goes on when a female gives birth. This caused the whole let, apart from Wasppaw, to die within the first few days of life. Wasppaw, however, was strongwilled from birth, and refused to "go towards the light". She suffered the first 5 moons of her life, seeing as she was dependent on two cats who would have rather had her dead with her siblings. In fact, they tried to end her many times, but she wouldn't give into their tricks. For the most part, between 4 and 6 moons, she taught herself how to hunt, playing on instinct and perfecting it. By 7 moons, she had had enough of both her parents, so she went on search for something better. That's when she crossed BoneClan, and seeing as she was young, strong, and quite willing (and able) to learn, they took her in without question. However kind her Clan is to her, though, she never forgets the hardships of her past, leaving her an independent and untrusting feline.
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RPG Example:

My expression was dull as I stared the puma down, waiting for her to move on and leave. But it seemed she had other things on her mind, it was as if I could see her brain wheels turning. My muscles tensed slightly, wondering how smart this female was. Sure I was bigger. Sure I was stronger. But one thing I knew, it was possible to be beat by someone smaller if they had a good head on their shoulders.

But the attack never came...well, not really. It wasn't violent, but rather verbal. However it wasn't a verbal attack that cursed me out and just spit in rage. I could deal with another cats anger with ease, simply by keeping my wall up. But this female was different, she simply stated she disagreed with my thoughtless statement on adaption. Her focus was on a sentence I hadn't really thought about before I said it, and she had an argument. It was as if she planned this.

Shock was felt for the first time, but I kept my face blank. Silence followed her example, as I stared at her with lifeless eyes. But honestly, life had sprouted again in my heart, if only for this second. Should I fight back and show her she's wrong? Should I simply end her life just because she was annoying me? Should I chase her away? Dare I suggest, should I show emotion?

But no, I did no such thing. Instead I sat on my haunches, my expression remaining the same as it always was. As I began to speak, my tone never changed. "Let me rephrase that; perhaps we can't adapt to anything, but when it comes to mental things, we sure can. A snake can't adapt to these lands because of his physical build. But cats, even tropical breeds such as myself, can adapt to it because the cold is something our brains simply don't enjoy. Mind over matter." As I finished, my tone still mono, I couldn't help but look down at my paws. For a second, emotion came to my gaze, and I couldn't let this puma see. A lone tear threatened to form, but I held it back.

Mind over matter.

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