Poppypaw // IvyClan Apr 4, 2020 9:11:22 GMT
Post by aster on Apr 4, 2020 9:11:22 GMT
molly / she-cat
"I'm smaller than a poppyseed inside a great big bowl, and the ocean is a giant who can swallow me whole. So I swim for all salvation and I swim to save my soul, but my soul is just a whisper trapped inside a tornado. So I flip to my back and I float and I sing, 'I am grounded, I am humbled, I am one with everything.'" - Kimya Dawson, I Like Giants
hex code: ffae36
Somewhat stocky, with her sorry excuse for a tail and her large yellow-green eyes, Poppypaw is a bit goofy looking, which is matched by her carefree energy. Her long whiskers and tall ears are quite expressive, making it hard to hide her emotions. She has the tiniest bit of white around her mouth, and she's still yet to live down all the "messy eater" jokes from her kithood. (got milk?) Her fur is medium-length black with ginger and brown mottling. Lastly, her posture is atrocious, sloping downward along the spine -- she blames this on her lack of tail.
Although she can be a little shy, Poppypaw is anything but a stick in the mud. As soon as she begins to come out of her shell, her fun-loving nature begins to show. While she's a hard worker when being watched, she's known to occasionally slack off if left to her own devices, preferring to romp and play. She does have some sense of when she needs to be responsible, however, and can become frustrated when others don't take her seriously. After all, a girl can't be all work and no play! She's not the best hunter, but loves the water and actually has remarkable patience for fishing, despite her typically loud and silly demeanor. When it comes to how she interacts with her Clanmates, she can be shy at first but only because she's somewhat insecure and really wants to be liked and to make good friends. She has very strong spirituality, but sometimes doesn't understand the way other cats think about StarClan and The Dark Forest and the ancestors who inhabit them.
Poppypaw doesn't remember her early life that well, and has little urge to. She was found, collapsed on the ground from exhaustion, hunger, and dehydration on IvyClan territory when she was around three or four moons old. When she awoke days later in IvyClan camp, she wasn't really able to tell the Clan cats where she came from. She knows she had a mother, at some point, after all, everyone has a mother. But for most of her kithood, she remembers bouncing around various loner and rogue groups. Despite remembering dozens of different cats taking care of her, she also remembers that it was a scary life, and she remembers the hunger and longing for her mother's warmth. Sometimes she wonders about her mother, but mostly she tries not to dwell too much on questions she'll never know the answer to.
I Like Giants - Kimya Dawson