driving b l i n d [//.fieldpaw]

[idk my bff brindle]

You held me up when I was down
Said everything without a sound
Yeah, you're beautiful
Now you fill me up like a ghost
When you're far away, you're always close
Our chain is unbreakable
Whatever happens, whereever I go
I want you to know

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that i'm driving blind
FIELDPAW

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an expanse of open or cleared ground, esp. a piece of land suitable or used for pasture or tillage.

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tom

9 moons

serenityclan

apprentice

painting portaits of ghosts

And I'm half-alive
Spinning around
When you're not here my feet don't touch the ground
Day and night
What's left is not right
I'm upside down
Losing you is turning me inside, turning me inside out

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Descended from generations and generations of SerenityClan cats, Fieldpaw isn't the most elegant cat. He's not purebred with a kittypet relative, or descended from the handsome cats. No, his ancestors were a mix of all breeds and colours and Fieldpaw is the result. He wasn't made to do one thing. He's not an especially good jumper or swimmer. He can't be the best hunter or climb the highest trees. He's ready for anything, though, even if his slender body doesn't show it. His fur is wavy, but his whiskers are straight, which is slightly odd. He's a strong cat, but his slight limbs don't show it. He heralds from SerenityClan, which, in his mind, is the best Clan. In a way, you could say that Fieldpaw is bred for SerenityClan. It's what he's used to. But then again, there's a certain cat in his history that is definately not from SerenityClan. This doesn't show much in Fieldpaw's structure, but sometimes it's evident when he shows certain flashes of oddness for a SerenityClan cat. Then again, barely any of the SerenityClan cats can claim a line as long and as straight as Fieldpaw's family line.

He was raised in the bush. He was raised with the sound of birds, and the habitually thumping of paws against rock. This shows in everything he does. He sits lightly and hesitantly, so not to injure himself on any thorns or thistles sticking up. He runs like the wind, his whiskers and fur sensing any change or obstructions in front of him. Unlike some apprentices who may not be Clanborn, Fieldpaw is used to being in the woods and in the field. He loves being in the willow trees, especially. They help soothe him, and Fieldpaw occasionally comes home with catkens in his fur. He's skirted around the Immortal Forest. He's even comfortable in Tornado Alley. His thick fur keeps out the cold and the rain. It's like Fieldpaw is insulated. His tail is long and shaggy, perfect for his runs in the woods and foreys up trees. He enjoys climbing trees and his claws are structured to dig into the bark. In other words, Fieldpaw is made for the woods and the wild. It accepts him, and he returns to it whole-heartedly. There's no other place where Fieldpaw can feel at home.

There are many words for Fieldpaw's shape. Words such as lithe, slender, thin and slight. Words that in this case would be wrong. Fieldpaw's father was large and burly, and his mother was as skinny as a twig. Fieldpaw takes after her, but he's not as much skinny as he is slender. Now, the reason you can't call him slender is because there is another word that fits him better: beautiful. Underneath his curly fur that always threatens to pop up, Fieldpaw has a slight form. His paws are delicate and his toes are straight. His claws are formed from the finest ivory. His legs are straight and simple. They connect to his chest, which rounds into a fine chest and then dives up steeply for his thin belly. There isn't much space between his arching spine and suck in belly, but the lack of matter is hidden nicely under his thick fur. You might wonder how Fieldpaw can have such curly fur and yet such a thin-looking form. It rarely works for cats, but Fieldpaw can pull it off. He steps daintily, and pulls his spine into a nice arch with each casual step. Sometimes he does it to be flamboyant, but it's not in his nature. Fieldpaw just has a very feminine frame.

His head is still feminine, but ever-so-slightly more masculine than his body. His head is rather wide from the side, looking slightly fat as it runs in to his neck. From front, his chin appears to dive down sharply into his throat. The ridge from his nose to his ears is bumpy, and there's an indent where his eyes are. His nose is button pink, an adorable feature for the young tom. His eyes are the softest possible colour of amber, adorned with hazelnut sprinkles. His muzzle is a white vanilla, with the straight whiskers sticking out. The shadows cast on his soft plumage make his fur look like a dusky yellow; the kind of yellow you get during the sunset. His ears are long and almost always pricked forwards. The tips are long and leathery, and they point upwards. Black fuzz coats their inside. Black fur covers his eyes like a mask, as well as the back of his head and it trails down his neck. The rest of his fur is an off-colour white, smudged with trails of grey and yellow.

His body has already been mentioned, but not his fur. Apart from the curly part, which I'm sure you know, since it's been mentioned redundantly enough, his fur is a smoky mix of two colours. White is the base colour, and it coats him from the top of his nose down to his slender paws. His fur is wavy, and the white extends over the other bits of the coloured fur. Well, not really coloured- black. Like his head, a downpour of black comes down his body. It starts on his head and runs down his neck. It opens up on his back, coating his frame in a saddle-like pattern. His legs have black splotches on them. A large patch of black runs down his lower black and onto his tail. His tail is oddly thick, and the fur on it is sharp. It's black, and an average length.

And all the words I might have said
Got twisted up instead and I
I wish you were here tonight
It feels so cold inside this pace
So alone, surrounded by your space
I'm empty now
Whatever happens where ever I go
I want you to know

^>>kind
^>>free-spirited
^>>patient
^>>careful
^>>helpful
^>>motherly

Kindness is the trait that seems to be lacking in most cats these days. Well, Fieldpaw has it, and lots. If Fieldpaw wanted too, he could probably distribute his kindness around the Clan until SerenityClan were regarded as the nicest bunch of cats in the forest. Except then they would recieve a whole bunch of loners and strays. Then the weaker patrols would get attacked and SerenityClan would be in trouble. So Fieldpaw bites his tongue as they go on. He can't stand to see any cat in trouble, and he wouldn't hurt a fly. Prey is different, if simply because he has grown up knowing thath neds to eat meat to survive. Fieldpaw enjoys caring for injured cats, but he doesn't really want to be a medicine cat. The idea of becoming a warrior sends thrills down his heart. It's his goal; his dream. Despite his kindness, Fieldpaw doesn't show weakness in the battle field.

Many adjectives can describe wild cats. Beautiful, majestic, proud, confident are some of them. Others are wild, violent, strong and free. Free is a very good way of describing Fieldpaw. He enjoys running around the territory. That is, when he isn’t hunting or patrolling or training. He loves adventuring, and can do it all day long. He isn’t happy until he knows every inch of land. But it’s not just adventuring that gets to Fieldpaw. The tom wouldn’t be happy if he spent all of his days cooped up in camp. No, there’s a certain part of him that just longs to feel the wind on his face and the rain ruffling his fur. If he had been born a kittypet, there was no question that the tom would have ran away. Fieldpaw has tried to explain this feeling before, but he’s never been able to. He says that it’s something special about the blood that flows through his- and most Clan cats- veins. He has a very wild soul, and loves to explore possibilities.

Patience is a virtue. That saying is taught from the beginning of time. It is told to kits when they're fresh out of the womb. It is something mentors say, and something that everyone says at some point. Unfortunately, not everyone takes it to heart. The kits certainly don't, and not even the mentors who say it really, truely believe in it. Well, that time of hypocrisy is coming to a close. Fieldpaw is the most patient cat that you're likely to meet. He can sit still and wait for long periods on end. This makes him valuable on patrols and on special missions. Fieldpaw has a quick thought-process, and he easily understands reasons why he needs to be patient and why another cat may be taking so long doing something or thinking out a plan. While Fieldpaw may come up with his own plan during that time, he'll hold his tongue until the cat in charge has spoken.

Hey! Hey! Where are you going? Don’t run too fast or you’ll slip and drop your prey. I’m serious. Be careful! Those words are all words that escape often enough from Fieldpaw’s mouth. The tom is a very careful cat, and he always thinks before acting. He doesn’t run off on impulses, and he always worries for other cats. Sometimes Fieldpaw can be a bit of a worrywart, and it gets on people’s nerves. Usually, though, he doesn’t talk very much. Fieldpaw is very soft-spoken, but that doesn’t stop him from fretting if someone is doing something very risky. Fieldpaw is also careful about the cats that he meets. He can usually tell if they’re good or bad. It’s simply in his nature. He’s careful about what he says and what he does, but a lot of the time it doesn’t really show. He’s friendly, and usually only careful about himself, unless you’re a close friend or doing something extremely dangerous.

Excuse me, miss. Can I get you some more moss for the nursery? Do you want help carrying your prey back, sir? Those two phrases are both enlightening on aspects of Fieldpaw. The first is that he is polite. He respects older warriors and older apprentices. He trusts them to know what’s right. The tom listens to what they have to say, and he may politely insert his own opinion after. The other aspect of Fieldpaw mentioned here, and perhaps the more obvious one, is that he is helpful. Fieldpaw is never shy to lend a paw, whether it’s in a battle or just helping out around camp. He does the apprentice duties cheerfully, and never backs down from a challenge. But just because he’s polite and helpful doesn’t make him weaker. This helps his Clan loyalty, making him a stronger warrior in battle. If there is one thing Fieldpaw cannot stand, it’s cats who say he’s weak for being helpful. He believes that warriors should always be helping out the queens and elders. It isn’t just an apprentice duty. It’s a Clan undertaking.

Fieldpaw’s most feminine trait is, without doubt, his ability to act as a mother. He loves kits and younger cats. He finds them adorably cute and interesting. But he also enjoys taking care of them. He enjoys the feeling of being the one that they look up too, and the one that makes them purr. He’s very caring of younger cats, and will protect them at all costs. Fieldpaw also wants to be a father, but the tom finds this rather hard seeing as he isn’t really attracted to any she-cats. No sexual tension with she-cats for him. He’s a very caring and helpful tom, always willing to play with the kits or fetch them some moss. He babies the kits and would risk his life to save a cute kitten. Fieldpaw is always helpful in the nursery, and he takes responsibility for the kits when they’re around him. But, like a mother, he can sometimes be too protective or too condescending.

That I'm driving blind
And I'm half-alive
Spinning around
When you're not here my feet don't touch the ground
Day and night
What's left is not right
I'm upside down
Losing you is turning me inside, turning me inside out

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Swallowflight was a beautiful SerenityClan she-cat. The whole Clan adored her; loved her. Everyone wanted to be her. She was a good hunter and a good fighter as well as being breathtakingly beautiful. She was the ‘diva’ of the Clan, and the cat all the toms admired. However, Swallowflight found her mate in quite an ugly tom. One day when she was hunting through the territory, she caught an EclipseClan intruder. He had matted, pale ginger fur compared to Swallowflight’s glorious silver pelt. His name was Moorheart. He was coming on to SerenityClan territory. When he saw Swallowflight, it was love at first sight. He tried to talk to her, but Swallowflight refused and said she would go back to tell Reflectstar (who was leader at the time). Moorheart forcebred her, and Swallowflight became pregnant. She had only one kit, a small black tom called Hopeheart. Anyways, Swallowflight and Moorheart would eventually go on to fall truly in love after Moorheart apologized at the Gathering and tried vainly to make conversation. But their love would take a long time to bloom, so Hopeheart grew up with only his mother.

Another SerenityClan she-cat called Tigerflower also had kits. Tigerflower and Swallowflight were best friends, so their kits grew up together. Hopekit may a friend in a she-cat by the name of Rosekit. They were best buddies, and inseparable. But in time, they began to have feelings for each other. Hopepaw and Rosepaw were teased by the entire Clan. Everyone asked when they would admit their feelings and get together. Rosepaw was a beautiful tortoiseshell, and Hopepaw was a handsome golden brown tabby. They were well-liked in the Clan, even if they did cause some exasperation for not becoming mates sooner. Finally, the two became warriors; Hopeheart and Rosesong. They went on a patrol together, and Hopeheart had to save Rosesong as she fell into a hole, and then the two agreed to be mates. Hopeheart and Rosesong had three kits: Junglekit, Strawkit and Jaykit.

Jaykit had a peaceful life. He was a brilliant apprentice, and everyone loved him. Jaypaw was like his grandmother, Swallowflight. He was a handsome silver tabby that was admired by all the cats of the opposite gender. However, the one he was interested in was a slight brown tabby called Dustpaw. Dustpaw disliked Jaypaw had first, but they soon began to grow on each other. Dustpaw was liked and respected by the Clan, but she wasn’t popular. She disliked Jaypaw because of the way the tom basked in attention. But they were forced to go on a patrol together, and Jaypaw and Dustpaw began to talk. They still didn’t have feelings for each other, but at least they weren’t mortal enemies. Eventually, they received their warrior names. Jaypaw became Jayflight, after his grandmother, and Dustpaw became Dustear. Dustear went hunting with Jayflight a few times. Jayflight became aware that his brother Strawfeather was making time with Dustear. At seventeen moons, Dustear decided to become Strawfeather’s mate. Junglesmoke, who already had a mate and kits, told Jayflight that if he wanted Dustear, he needed to talk to her right away before she mated with Strawfeather.

”Dustear?” the tom’s voice was pitiful as he padded up to Dustear. The brown tabby looked towards him, eyes shining. “Yes, Jayflight?”

Jayflight gulped, unable to talk. The usually confident tom was nervous. “I was wondering if...”

Dustear’s heart began to race as she took a step towards him. “Wondering what?” she asked, her voice disbelieving. This was what she had always hoped for.

“Dustear,” Jayflight started again, shuffling his paws. “Will you be my mate?”

Dustear accepted. But they soon found out that she was pregnant with Strawfeather’s kits. Dustear’s first litter was composed of four kits. There was a black tom called Nightkit, and a white she-cat named Snowykit. There was also a golden brown tabby who looked exactly like Strawfeather. That kit was named Tigerkit, for his other grandmother. The last kit was a brown tabby, an exact replica of Dustear. Dustear named that kit Shortkit, for his small look and short fur. But Dustear and Jayflight’s kits were the most beautiful. There were three of them. There was Copperkit, a gleaming ginger tom. There was Ocelotkit, a silver tabby just like Jayflight. The last one was a black and white tom called Fieldkit. Fieldkit was the shy one, and he mourned Ocelotkit’s death for a long time. The kit from leaping and crashing into a sharp thorn. It went through her eye and his brain.

If you could see me now
Would you save me
But I crash to the ground
Can you hear me?

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mother; Dustear
father; Jayflight
sister; Ocelotkit deceased
brother; Copperpaw
step-sisters; Snowypaw
step-brothers; Nightpaw, Tigerpaw, Shortpaw
uncles; Strawfeather, Junglesmoke, Greyshadow
aunts; Lilacmist
cousins; Brownpaw, Woodpaw
grandmothers; Rosesong, Honeystripe
grandfathers; Hopeheart, Tealfoot
great-grandmothers; Swallowflight, Tigerflower, Sandchime, Aquafur
great-grandfathers; Moorheart, Yarrowclaw, Duckfoot, Ecrupelt

That I'm driving blind
And I'm half-alive
Spinning around
When you're not here my feet don't touch the ground
Day and night
What's left is not right
I'm upside down
Losing you is turning me inside, turning me inside out

Turning me inside, turning me inside out
Turning me inside out

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[SHADE. :D]

Accepted.