put the SEA in your paw

[kiirauchiha]

•name•

seapaw

•age•

7 moons

•rank•

apprentice

•gender•

she-cat

•clan•

windclan

•personality•

- impressions
When a cat first notices the she-cat Seapaw, they would typically assume that she was not fully 'there'. They would see her leaping randomly into the air and maybe even twirling after a butterfly as if she didn't no more than a newborn kit. These are some of the things that Seapaw would, in fact, occupy herself with, but not for the reason everyone would believe.

She does what she feels, to be basic and straightforward enough, and what she feels is something altogether normal; she just expresses it a bit more differently than what is usually accepted. The she-cat's logic of thought is the sole molding of her personality.

- philosophy
Seapaw lives her life by one simple philosophy; live it up. That is her number one, main, first come goal. It's not just the actual fact that she could be gone in a single second, not to exist anymore, but just the mere chance at life that inspires this motive. Why should one worry and stress over things that can't be changed?

This, however, does not make Seapaw irresponsible or rebellious, but more or less it makes her even more so than one would think. This she-cat might be a slip-up, goof-off, or just plain old wild, but there is never a lack of determination set in those ocean eyes. Why not strive to do your ultimate good?

- nonchalance
This would not be the 'I don't care it's your problem' nonchalance that comes and goes everyday. This female's is somewhat different from that down-sided reason. It's not that Seapaw doesn't care, it's just what she chooses to care about. She does not fret over silly, useless things, but only over those that absolutely require concern.

Point-blank meaning: Seapaw's attention doesn't run off to fret over what this or that cat thinks of her or how this should be done. Instead, her main focus is on the clan and the matters that involve it.

- trouble
Seapaw may seem like she has it all going good for herself, but that's not the case at all. With her thrill-seeking nature, the she-cat has somewhat of a habit of getting herself into tight situations sometimes. She overestimates her limits and pushes too far to an extent where things can get pretty bad.

When problems like this come up though, the she-cat will do her very best to give herself a handle on the ordeal and to sort things out as good as she can. She has a knack for getting through, even if it's by the skin on her hide.

- average
When added together, Seapaw is quite a fine she-cat with ordinary looks and a sparking personality. She isn't very aggressive, even when it's necessary, but she not exactly unfit to pull herself through a violent predicament.

To her clan and comrades, she's extremely reliable, excepting that she has a habit of showing up a bit too late. Despite this, she'll be there for anyone in need and is true to those that she is allied with.

•description•

- structure
The first thing noticed about Seapaw is her elegant build. The she-cat is finely proportion and very slender-looking in each detail. She is smoothly curved and simple in her bone figure; through she is not very tall. The female is just a little bit lower than what would be an average height and appears somewhat under-sized, but that is of no problem to her.

Despite being height-challenged, Seapaw is decent in her basic foundation and is actually more 'stretched' out than pulled up. Pulling up from her chest, her neck bounds a few inches out and then forms into the she-cat's facial area. Her face is thin, but well defined with angular lines and sharp edges that distinguish a firm jawline and hooked brow. Traveling down her spinal column juts a pair of prominent twin shoulder-blades that can always be spotted stabbing up from the she-cat's back.

- pelt
Blanketing theshe-cat's skeletal outline is fur that easily draws wandering eyes. Seapaw has a coat of smooth, short hairs that are coarsely texture and remain, for the most, flat upon her body. This physical feature is adorned with unique features and coloring that purely identify this individual for who she is. Seapaw is hued with a silver, almost aquatic blue over the majority of her form.

The female's unusual coat is tainted with underlaying layers of a creamy white that spring up in randomized locations along her chest, stomach, back, and head. If looked closely at, one could also spy a very faded pattern embedded among those weird dyes of gray, azure, and alabaster. Seapaw's coat is a very important part of her being and, in a sense, depicts who she is.

- abilities
Every feline has certain capabilities and characteristics that constructs a part of their physical being; Seapaw's particular talent is leaping and running. The she-cat is an agile sprinter and is surefooted in, not only the way she runs, but also in the way she merely walks.

Comparing with her running is the act of springing and jumping. Seapaw has brawn hind and front limbs and firm haunches that enable her to pull herself up to respectable heights into the air. Thus, she enjoys climbing rocks and lunging over fallen obstacles when running.

- overall
Altogether and present, Seapaw is nothing really special in her appearance excepting her significant coloring. The she-cat is an arrangement of cobalt chrome flesh, an exceptional skeletal foundation, and no deprivation of muscular presence. She moves with an eased motion and a slight swing in her step that radiates the charming feline held within.

•pagedescription•

a blue-grey she-cat with dark blue eyes

•history•

- beginning
On a hazy, softly sunlit morning there was three new lives brought into existence. Each was healthy and free of any crippling marks that could effect their lives. Overall, a decent litter of newborn kits of two boys and a girl; Bluekit, Seakit, and Jaykit. How they came to be though, was another story.

These three offspring were born to two dedicated parents: Riverclaw and Windstorm. These was just one small flaw in their relationship, they were of different clans. Riverclaw was an aspiring ThunderClan warrior, while Windstorm was a warrior of WindClan. Their young could and their bond could not be discovered.

Fate is unwieldy though, and a curious ThunderClan apprentice happened to stumble across the sleeping babes one day on a hunt. Windstorm and Riverclaw were paralyzed as the confused cat set back to his clan camp swiftly on running paws. Unknowing of what they should do, the panicked parents hunted down a befriended loner and begged for her to take the kits as her own so they would not be revealed.

When the wandering she-cat finally agreed, they handed her the kits and high-tailed it back to their own individual clans so no suspicion would befall them. With that, the orphaned cats became temporary loners as well. That is, until their adoptive mother, Catale, was captured by twolegs and taken to their camps.

Seakit and her siblings unwittingly followed her there and was then taken themselves by the strange creatures. There, they were locked into an odd, strange smelling place that contained large, soft objects. Seakit, enjoying the material around her, swiftly did the room a huge trashing as she played with all the fun things that were in there and, when the twolegs returned, was screamed at by the angered thing and thrown harshly back into the world that he was familiar with.

Now, back in the forest and without her brothers, Seakit began to wander until her nose found a scent that brought back pictures of a blurry, dark scene that was all too blurry to make anything of. She approached the origin and spied a group of cats all traveling with each other. Excited, the young she-cat meowed loudly and ran toward the other cats. That was when two of them broke off from the rest and began to charge at him. Frightened of course, the female turned heel and retreated, but it was all too late.

The two cats ran him down and hissed viciously at him as the remainder of their patrol began to arrive. One tom caught the kit's eyes and he stared at him fora moment before realizing the likeness that they had and the scent that he recognized so well. The same male returned the confused stare before a shocked expression caught his face and he began to back slowly up and a few stammered words mumbled from his lips.

Seakit had missed what he had said, but immediately the hostile cats backed off and they began to move him back to ThunderClan camp. Once there, a large debate fired up and the whole affair between Riverclan and Windstorm was brought into the open. Riverclaw was badly punished, but was able to remain in ThunderClan under the conditions that he no longer see Windstorm. Seakit was then given a choice: ThunderClan with her father or WindClan with her mother.

Confronted with these options, Seakit was indecisive, but finally chose to remain in Windclan with her mother, Windstorm and to not have contact with her father except at Gatherings. Once this all had passed and blown over, the she-cat settled nicely into the clan and continues to this day to serve dutifully.