Robinpaw, Apprentice of Willow Clan

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Robinpaw

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female

ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Straight

ᴀɢᴇ: 8 Moons

ʀᴀɴᴋ: Apprentice

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Robinkit was born too early in her mothers den. Her siblings perished, but Robinkit was a fighter from the start. She opened her eyes quite early as well, and it quickly became apparent that she had the potential to be an incredible warrior. When playing with the elders as a young kit, the elders found themselves having to pay attention to the game in order to keep their tails out of the way, as the she-kit clearly had fighting instincts. However, the she-kit's fault was that she knew how good she was, and that made her aloof, and bossy to the younger kits. She was dead set against being thought of as weak, to the point where she showed off at every opportunity. Since her siblings suffered such a tragic fate, she was always spoiled and doted on by her parents, who thought she could do no wrong. As she got older and moved up in ranks, her tendencies to show off started to fade away. It was clear she was going to be a fine warrior, and an asset to her clan.   

ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ: Hasn't been assigned yet

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ(s): None as of yet

ᴄʀᴜsʜ: Has a teeny fluttering of a crush on her clan mate, Shrewpaw

ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: Too young

ᴋɪᴛs: Ditto

ᴋɪɴ: Unknown (I'm new, sorry)

Brave | Clever | Charismatic | Nursing | Self-reliant | Bossy 

Robinpaw would do anything for her clan. She is intelligent enough to avoid combat if it can be helped, but if her clan or her family needs her, she's there.

Robinpaw was always the smart one in the nursery; even intelligent enough to catch a tiny shrew while playing near her den. 

Oh, Robinpaw is a charismatic, alright. When she walks into the camp, everyone turns their head, and when she talks, cats listen. 

Surprisingly, Robinpaw has quite the mothering side. Whenever there is a kit in distress, she does everything in her power to help it. However, If it isn't a kit, well… then they're on their own.

Robinpaw always had good instincts. Even as a kit, she knew how to take care of herself.

Because of her skill at most physical activities, not to mention the fact that she is a bit spoiled, she tends to get bossy when things don't go her way. She seems to be growing out of this as she matures, though most likely she will always have a dictating side.

Her favorite kind of fresh kill is bird (ironic, because of her name). She is an early bird, often up with the dawn patrol and asleep well before nightfall. She loves to hunt and fight, and tries not to stay in her den for long periods of time as it makes her feel claustrophobic; she needs fresh air and the sounds of the forest.

She absolutely hates fish. She doesn't like being indoors (see above). 

A small, russet colored she-cat with off-white points (belly & chest, paws, muzzle, tail tip) and a long tail. She has long limbs and a nimble body, as well as deep jade green eyes.

A small she-cat with long legs and a slim body. She has a short, sleek, dark russet pelt white white patches on her belly & chest, muzzle, paws, and tail tip. She has large, round jade green eyes, and a dark grey nose. She blends in quite easily with the surrounding pine forest.

Slender with long, thin legs; a good runner/jumper

Short and sleek, with a good amount of shine.

A deep, jade green. 

Robinpaw flicked her tail, sending the autumn leaves flying around her. She was clearly irritated that her mentor didn't understand how good she was. "I think it's clear I've mastered this skill… let's just move on." She growled. Then she realized what she had said, and ducked her head low. Oh I'm going to get it now… Robinpaw waited for her mentor to explode. Even the birds and the wind in the trees seemed to have stilled for a moment, waiting for her mentor's response. Robinpaw dared to look up at his face, her tail tucked slightly and her eyes gleaming. "Sorry," she mumbled. "Let's practice some more."