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HoneyPaw [Tuft] • female • 7 moons • trainee • note • #1625
She's a good hearted, intensely loyal gal who's having a life crisis after she woke up in BeachClan, no memory of how it happened. The cats keep telling her that she washed up on the shore but she's certain she'd remember that... no
what makes more sense is that they kidnapped her and her mentor- that has to be it. She'd leave but her mentor is here and she doesn't know how to get back home.
Blue-cream calliby with high white and green eyes. Has a maine coon build and an irish accent.
How they walk, any accent, decription of build, weight class, scars and resting facial expression.
HoneyPaw is a loyal cat through and through. She places the needs of others, especially those she loves far ahead of her own, willing to suffer through inconvenience if it means keep those she loves safe. She's strong minded and strong
willed, never one to back down from her opinions and as slow changing at the mountains themselves. She is hard to influence, resolute and determined with everything she does. She's nice almost all the time, with the odd judgemental
Honeypaw is often described as a drama queen, always adding a little bit of extra flair to everything she says and does. Whether that be tone of voice as she complains or dragging out nagging until it grates on the nerves of those around her. Sometimes her flair for the dramatic lights a spark in those around her but most of the time it's just an amusing show.
Something in her past has left her with a hole in her memory and while this doesn't affect her to much the lingering knowledge that she's forgotten something nags at her brain. How much did she forget? How many days did she loose? Most of the time it doesn't bug her but occasionally a blanket of irritability settles over her and she can become rather snappy. [215/200]
Theme-Song: Wait a minute - Willow Smith
Favourites: - [season], - [prey], - [weather].
HoneyPaw woke up in the whispers den, pulse racing and eyes scanning the faces of strangers. She had never been here before, never seen any of these people before. The last thing she remembered was laying down in her nest
after talking to her mother's new mate, sceptical and rather rude when it came to his intentions with her mother.
Falling asleep in one den, waking up in another.
HoneyPaw had bolted out the door without grace, stumbling and tripping as her balance teetered towards sending her to the floor. As she left the confines of the cave she was met with a territory and camp she'd never before witnessed, strange pale silt covering the ground and an endless lake spanning out forever.
The first thing HoneyPaw did after she pulled her maw off the ground was to turn around and accuse the leadership of the clan of kidnapping her from her home. MackerelReef had been patient as he explained that they'd discovered her washed up on the shore of the lagoon, that they would never kidnap someone.
That didn't make sense, how could she have been washed up on the shore without remembering it. She could have sworn that would have been something she'd remember. [206/200]
History from moon 19 to MackerelReef's death
Everything from FlowerReef's corronation to her death
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