Aloepaw || Warrior Apprentice || Ivyclan

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Aloekit | Aloepaw | Aloestream Female | 8 moons | INFP Downy fawn, cream, and white with blue eyes Heterosexual Smells of leaf litter and faintly of squirrel Ivyclan Apprentice Gentle giver type Appearance A delicate, downy-furred she-cat with a small, frail body. Downy, feather-soft fluff laces her body with the promise of a silken pelt in the future, and hidden within her delicate plumage, a pair of rounded, curled ears are donned on her crown. Aloepaw's legs are thin as well, great accentuating her agility and speed despite her lack of general muscle. Her tail is downy soft and long. Aloepaw's soft pelt is a medley of white and cream, with a paler underbelly, face, and forelegs, and a dark back, hindquarters and tail colored more fawn in hue. Sapphire blue eyes adorn her gentle face like large jewels and such are lines with dark waterlines. A few faint markings graces her face close to her eyes, and a pair of dark spots dot her brow. Despite how her tail is likely the darkest portion of her body, it's underside and tip are snowy white. She dons a dark spot upon her nose, and her paw pads bear similar dark spotting upon their pink flesh. Her left hind leg had been broken during the Battle of the Blood Moon by the large Tribe hybrid, Wisp, and while healed now, it didn't set right and healed twisted. While only phantom pains affect it occasionally, it keeps her walking with a heavy limp. Personality [Core Personality Traits] Benign | Giving | Compassionate | Feminine | Protective | Adventurous | Self-Conscious | Rebellious | Stubborn | Depressed There is a overwhelming gentle and kind aura that surrounds this little cat. Most describe her as benign. Aloepaw want's nothing more than to do the right thing- at least what she considers the right thing. Aloepaw is compassionate and feminine. Often depicted as beautiful for her womanly charm and cute figure, she also has a pretty personality. Though she doesn't feel that way about herself, she strives desperately to be understanding, giving, and overall a good person. It is difficult being in the Clans and being told that those outside her own are her enemy when she greatly yearns to be neutral. She does consider herself a member of Ivyclan; after all they are her family and friends, but that doesn't mean she always agrees with them. She is not afraid to express her distaste for something. Her stance on the warring relations between the clans and even the rogues is not unknown to her fellow clanmates. Most know that the little cream she-cat growls and spits during the discussions of fighting the clan. She is rebellious when it comes to orders that go against her beliefs of peace and unity. Aloepaw is also very adventurous. She is a wonderer of sorts. Aloepaw is often seen exploring and trying to learn more about plants and the earth. She is very attached to nature and is often seen admiring it. She is protective of those she loves and cares for, but also over her interpretation of right and wrong. She refuses to change her mind when she makes a decision, and her stubbornness has gotten her into more trouble than what it was worth, but she continues to be hardheaded and persistent. Though Aloepaw is confident in her beliefs and her lookout on life, she however is not always confident in herself. Since Aloepaw acquired a long scar across her flank, she has been self-conscious about her appearance. To Aloepaw, her scar is ugly and repulsive; a cruel reminder for why she believes violence is not the answer. And ever since she leg was maimed during the Battle of the Blood Moon during the war with the Tribe, the idea of having to fight against triggers her greatly. She's having a difficult time in being able to perform when needed, helping to fuel her usual depressed state. History Delicate, little Aloepaw had been born to a pair of rather forgettable Ivyclan warriors- a curled-earred pale tabby queen with soft blue eyes named Lightsong and a dusty grey tom with stormy blue-grey eyes and a long tail named Windtail. The two had be fond of one another throughout their apprenticehood and often spent more time together than training. However, neither one wanted to be a stand-out warrior. They just wanted to be happy. By the time the two cats had become warriors, there was nothing they wanted more than to have kits together. Settling down almost immediately, Lightsong became pregnant and found herself loving it so much that she decided to become a permanent queen. She eventually had her little litter of one, a tiny curl-earred creamy and white kit whom she named Aloekit affectionately. The delicate little bundle found herself awash with love from her parents and was brought up believe that love was the answer to all. Aloekit had grown into quite the happy, in not a bit quiet, kit and loved her life greatly. However, her life changed drastically when during a walk with her mother, a fox found the two out. The creature fought tooth and nail against Lightsong as the queen struggled to protect her young kit, Aloekit having been snatched up by the red beast and bloody from a wound on her flank. Lightsong did her best, but by the time help had arrived, the queen was too far gone and passed away in the grass. Windtail had been among the cats who came to aid the mother and kit, and at the sight of seeing his beloved leave him, the tom was thrown into a state of wild despair. He fought the fox alongside his clanmates while an apprentice took Aloekit back to camp to be treated. When the young she-kit came to and the patrol returned, they returned with two limp bodies. Having to experience the death vigils for both of her parents only solidified the teaching she had taken to heart- violence aids nothing. Now an apprentice, Aloepaw trains just as any other cat. However, she still bears a string distaste for battle training and bloodshed in general. She wishes to protect her clan with her heart, but as it seems, it'll be a long road ahead of her with such a desire about her. Relationships [Immediate Family] Father Windtail | Ivyclan warrior | [Deceased] "Daddy was always so fun. He'd always bring me feathers to play with." Mother Lightsong | Ivyclan Warrior | [Deceased] "Mama was quiet and sweet and would always cuddle me when I wanted to." [Extended Family] Mentor Fogshadow | Ivyclan Warrior | [Alive] "Fogshadow's great. He's really gentle and understands what it means to be a warrior who doesn't have to rely on violence to get things done." [Miscellaneous] Friends RP Example [RP from PokéPark on Pokefarm - Babayaga the Delphox] Honey gold eyes leered in the darkness of the rain which was now much stronger than the former sprinkle of droplets it had evolved from. A faint hiss sounded against the pattering of the shower overhead as the droplets evaporated off the plume of fur that the fox Pokemon donned. Babayaga's upper lip curled as a growl escaped her lungs, flattening her large ears to the best of her ability. With her thick tail lashing uneasily, the slender Delphox shrank back further into the underground, which seemed to grow tighter around her the further she moved. In her current size- even being one of the smaller creatures in the breed- was still much more problematic when it came to hiding. So easy it had been to shy away into a tangle of dense vegetation to avoid the rain as a Fennekin- even a Braixen. But now Baba seemed to be the brunt of nature's frustrations as the falling droplets broke through the barrier that the dark canopy of foresty trees had once held in strength before the thin membranes of the leaves grew heavy and limp with water. Sizzling. Sizzling was not good. It proved too loud of a sound, even for the rain-filled air that gave a soft splatter with every collision between the draining sky and accepting earth. It would only take one Pokemon with the keenest of hearing to pinpoint the sizzle- even higher chances that they would catch sight of the steam- and Baba was doomed. There was hardly a chance she could win a battle on a sunny day, let alone a heavily rainy one. The dangerous threat of being found was too much for the frantic creature to take and the towering Fox Pokemon tore off into a run on all four- appearing quite awkward albeit, but faster than she would've got it travelling upright on her hind legs. She had to get out of this drizzly wood and as she fled, a trail of steam followed more slowly in pursuit as it floated from her hissing pelt. It didn't take long for the Fire-Type to come across a cavern, and though it smelled of foreign scents that made her skin crawl with paranoia, the thought of remaining out in the cold wetness of the outside world when she was already becoming sopping wet was more than enough to send her packing into the cave without a hint of hesitation. Upon entering the stony mouth of the landscape, Baba had not an inkling as to where she was, what else was in inside with her, and how well she would fare before the weather let up. In an attempt to quash any feelings of terror or regret for entering the unusual cavern, the scrawny Delphox elicited a thin streak of flame from her honey-toned muzzle and grinned a bit at the sound of loud fizzling as the jet of fire evaporated what water she trailed in from the stone floor and charred a small portion of the area. And while the spot was still hot with embers, the tall fox creature hurriedly hunkered down and curled into as tight of a ball as she could ever get. The sudden warmth was enticing and drew a purr from deep within her throat, though the feeling was short-lived as the rest of her damp hide smothered out the lasting little lives of heat. But at least she could dry there in peace. ”Hopefully…”

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