Oakwish, of Ivyclan

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Oakwish Female 24 Moons Bisexual Ivyclan Warrior "Friends are like prey! One can never have too many." Appearance Oakwish is a small cat with short legs and a plump body. Her tabby pelt is splotched with white patches, and round blue eyes peer out at the world with barely withheld excitement. Her ears are tall and wide, much like a bat's in shape. Her face is rather round, giving her an overall friendly appearance that matches her spirit. Various scars grace her body, results of her 'adventures' and 'friend making', as she puts it. Her head and shoulders bear the majority of these old wounds, from slaps and claw marks. The worst rests near her eye, close enough to prove the swipe had nearly caused partial blindness in the overly friendly she cat. Personality Oakwish is friendly. She loves openly and fully and wears her heart on her sleeve for all to see, never fearing the consequences. Often purring, she runs rather than walks as she moves. Clumsy and eager, she's known for scaring off prey and generally being an annoyance to her fellow clanmates. It's only due to the kinder cats she hasn't been torn to shreds further, those cats knowing she means well and having the patience to be her 'friend'. The tabby she cat is unfortunately dimwitted and slow to pick up on social cues. Gentle paws can easily guide her path, both for good and bad. A pawn in every sense of the word, she would do nearly anything for her 'friends'. Including breaking the laws of warrior code the clans hold so dear, or allowing herself to be put in harms way. Though she does that plenty all by herself. History Oakkit was born to a meek she cat mere moons from the elder's den in a litter of 3 kits. More often than not she was shoved off to the side as a tiny kit. This lasted up until she was eating prey, barely surviving and by no means thriving. Her queen recognized her kit had... difficulties memorizing the names of prey early on, the young tabby often times confusing mice with lizards and the such but figured things would get better with time. This never happened. Oakkit became Oakpaw, and this problem became apparent when she announced proudly she caught a bird as she held a squirrel in her jaws. She was met with a chorus of laughter and jeers as the surrounding apprentices realized their denmate was dead serious. That night she found her moss bed full of bird feathers and tufts of squirrel fur. Taking them as gifts, she slept among them happily. There was talk of retiring Oakpaw to the elders den as the problem became more apparent. However her mentor was convinced she could be helped with time, and Oakpaw slowly memorized the names of the animals she stalked among the underbrush. Still she remained in the apprentices den, watching even her own litter mates become warriors before her. After many moons, it was time. She was named Oakwish for her always loving and hopeful spirit, and her unending determination despite the evident barriers put in her path.