Partridgecloud; Warrior of Willowclan

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Partridgecloud

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female

ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Demisexual, Heteromantic 

ᴀɢᴇ: 17 Moons

ʀᴀɴᴋ: Warrior


ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Born with the both of her parents being clan-born, she grew up with only one other male sibling giving her litter the balance of a single male and a single female. But even then there was something that set Partridgekit aside from her sibling and the other kits of the nursery. It wasn't the colour of her eyes or pelt or even a birth defect but instead it was her size. Being the runt of the litter her father didn't pay much attention to her, declaring her as somewhat of a disgrace and that she wouldn't make it far but her mother didn't give up on raising her daughter. Luckily at the time she was too young to understand her father's cruel mumbling and was pretty much spared from the heartache.
When she became an apprentice, the young Partridgepaw found herself being the one to get jokes poked at her by a few others in the Apprentice's Den as some made snide remarks that she'd never be made a warrior given how small and, 'unhelpful' she was. Whenever she wasn't training she got to the point where she would find herself speaking or finding comfort in the elders if not her mother which tried to assure the girl she wasn't at all what they told her.
When Partridgepaw was nearing 8 moons of age, while being out and about on a training session about prey, her mentor got sidetracked and her father approached. At that moment she learned how he had felt this entire time before attempting to end her life. Her mentor came to her help thankfully as they happened to realize Partridgepaw wasn't by their side. Returning to camp, brutally battered both physically and mentally, she stayed tucked inside of the medicine cat's den while she recuperated. Her mentor reported the incident to the leader at the time, but it was of no use. It is now assumed that her father knew he wasn't going to be welcomed back warmly and never made a return.
During the time that she was visited by her mother, her brother Kestrelpaw and even an elder even though she didn't sit in the medicine cat den for long. Thanks to her injury though she was made a warrior 2 moons late due to the fact she had to catch up on what she had missed, as well as be assured that her injuries weren't holding her back from performing her best. 
Not too long after her ceremony she discovered her brother had became infatuated with a rogue he had been meeting with during his hunting patrols and that it was going to be his last night at the camp. Partridgecloud was horribly distraught to hear but sadly there was nothing she could do about it. She relayed the message to her mother who was distraught to hear
 who

ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ: None / Not ecstatic to be receiving one.

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ(s): Unknown

ᴄʀᴜsʜ: None

ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: None 

ᴋɪᴛs: None

ᴋɪɴ: Cypressstripe (Mother); Kestrelnose (Brother); Dusktail (Father)


ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
[ Soft-Spoken | Tidy/Organized | Determined | Skittish | Patient | Listening | Generous | Graceful | Loud-Thinker ]

[ Soft-Spoken ]
Many say that  Partridgecloud's voice is usually very low or even soft in comparison to others but then again others say she's quite reserved and keeps to herself often this making her soft spoken because of her rarity of actually speaking out to others. Even when responding she usual just do what she's told without a single word.

[ Tidy/Organized ]
Pretty self-explanatory; She likes to keep her nest free of excess material and she actually enjoys helping with organizing things in the medicine cat's den. Sometimes she may even attempt to tidy up the fresh kill pile if no one is really keeping close enough of an eye on her to judge.

[ Determined ]
Even though she's quiet, whenever there's a task at hand she won't rest easy until it's done; Unless she happens to injure herself while attempting. Whether it be hunting, going out to gather a herb or anything similar. Even though it may be raining and she'd probably feel horrible after the instance, she'll find herself doing it. The prime reason why she has this trait is because she fears to be seen as the failure that her father did.

[ Skittish ]
Usually very (even overly) observational of her surroundings, she finds herself caught off guard more times than she'd like. In the end she's literally a scardy cat in the sense she's so easily frightened. 

[ Patient ]

Pretty self-explanatory; She can sit around and wait for prey, an enemy or even an ally for quite sometimes without becoming irritated or bored. The main cause of this is primarily because of her very active mind as well as her kind and 'soft' nature which basically, doesn't permit her to ever feel much anger.

[ Listener ]
Due to the fact she isn't much of a talker, but still enjoys spending a bit of time with others she finds herself listening above all else and just responding with a nod or so as much as it may irritate some. Not only that but she does care for some cats and it's a nice way to have them relieve their emotions and for her to catch up on their lives without being 'annoying' or 'nosey'.

[ Generous ]
Like before, she prefers to be seen in a positive light, she tends to be kind and generous to most. Whether it be sharing her nest with someone that's cold and can't fall asleep to sharing her fresh kill with another or even sparing it entirely. This trait isn't just motive driven but it also gives her a lifted spirit to brighten other cats' days with such little actions that anyone could perform.

[ Graceful ]
Many have said that Partridgecloud is incredibly light on her feet. Some blame her small size for this but it's unknown exactly why she's declared graceful. She's never been spotting tripping over herself before nor running into objects so there's also the possibility of her just being attentive as well.

[ Loud-Thinker ]
Loud in this case isn't being directed towards an actual volume one could ear with their ears but instead a volume in the meaning of an amount. Partridgecloud may sit alone and be quiet but her mind is always working in just about all instances. Whether it be about this bird that someone told her about or the fact that the air has an off scent to it. She typically finds herself, overthinking things and exhausting her mind whenever she's bored.

ʟɪᴋᴇs: The stars, newleaf, the smell of blossoms, sticking her paws in water, having a sound sleep, the smell of the nursery, and licking the fresh morning dew off of grass.

ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: Stingy/bitter cats, being talked "runt", thunder, any loud sudden noises, rambunctious apprentices, and being pranked or frightened. 

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Abnormally small, dusty tan she-cat with muddled golden eyes.

ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: A dusty tan she-cat with glorious golden eyes that's so short she only reaches the shoulder of the average tom while standing. She doesn't speak too often, and finds herself shuffling her paws a bit out of nervousness. Especially around crowds. Enjoys the smell of Newleaf blossoms and sleeping in the open.

ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: Lidth

ғᴜʀ: Commonly very soft to the touch; Is groomed quite often; gradually gets longer near her backside and on the back of her neck/shoulders. 

ᴇʏᴇs: Muddled gold; or a dark pale yellow with usually a, 'sparkle of interest' within them.

ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ
(THIS IS SO OLD. June 20th to be exact.)
Even though her travel partner was a well known figure around the island she couldn't help but feel a bit honored to be declared as a friend of his and it seemed pretty apparent age didn't always matter. Yet every time she looked up at him she realized how small she truly was even though she always felt a lot bigger at heart. She didn't let this obstacle get in her way and if it wasn't obvious enough she had to come to a conclusion that she couldn't travel well throughout the island without having some sort of help. She didn't know of any other Saberioks that took a dislike to her or any that were just purely sour and rotten to the core. It was better to be safe than sorry and she would feel a bit lonely without someone she knew well to talk to. Even if the partner she had chosen wasn't exactly the best partner for traveling she knew he was a good wall of defense and she could trust him to protect her.
She walked up around the large vat of mud that was basically filled up by a very large beast, the beast she knew as her friend and the beast others knew around the island. Finally reaching up to his head she smiled. "Yea! Purple flowers!" She carried a cheerful tone in her young voice. She turned her head to the side, another puddle of mud not too far away. She agreed with the fact that it was fairly hot even under the scattered shade of the tall canopy above her.
She walked over, a bit of pep in her step. She stopped at the edge, took a step into it, feeling it find its way in between her toes. It was cool to the touch and her other paws followed soon after. Finally with all 4 of her paws in she laid down and sighed, the cool mud covering her stomach.
"I've heard aboot them from my brother. Said that they're scattered all aroond the island and such. I haven't seen any of the beauties anywhere I've been. I know there has to be someone that've seen the things." She said before using her paws to scoop up the mud together, piling up a bit of the mud into a sliding pile in front of her. She picks her eyes up from the sliding pile she was playing with for a brief moment to direct her attention back at her very large friend, laying still in the mud.
"Have yoo seen any of the things aroond any places yoo've been?" She asks, cocking her head to the side. Before he gets a chance to answer, something seems to start tickling Bree's nose and she lets out a loud, "Achoo!" She shakes her head after and gives a snuffing exhale through her nose before asking the lazy beast the question again. "So, yea. Yoo've seen any of them?"
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