Post by KURI. (happy birfday to me :D) on Mar 13, 2008 15:55:46 GMT -5
I'm sittin' on a citadel LIMEPAW
Contemplating life SHE-CAT
Making a point to waste my time 7 MOONS
I'm walking on clouds ECLIPSECLAN
Of white APPRENTICE
What if I fall
What if I don't
What if I never make it home
What if I bleed
What if I break
Did you know that completely ginger she-cats are rare? It's true. And, along with Runningcloud of SerenityClan and Firestar of MoonClan, Limepaw is one of them. Although some would say her pel is more of a golden-yellow, that is still classified as 'ginger' by the experts. Her fur is not long but not extremely short, it is just in the middle; and quite beautiful and luxourious, too. Part of the blessing from her kittypet roots is that she has the double-coat of certian kittypet breeds, meaning her fur is twice as soft and springy and most impotantly, warm as a regular cat's.
Limepaw was born slight, and although she can hold her own in a fight, she most likely won't want to. Her face is sweet and gentle, with her wide, innocent eyes the highlight of her body. Her tail is long and ringed with ginger stripes, as is her whole body. A darker stripe runs along her back, but it is still a very pale orange - just dark compared to the rest of her.
And I find that I can't take
The city below the citadel
Holding my own hand?
Sittin' alone
Limepaw has always been shy, and probably always will. Quiet and reserved, she never played with the other kits - she prefered to be alone, thinking. Her brilliant green eyes are usually downcast in both modesty and discomfort. Poor Limepaw stutters, mostly around tomcats and older cats, because her brain works fast but her tounge works slow - also, she's deadly afraid of being judged like so many of her kittypet family did. A gentle soul, Limepaw hates to see anyone hurt or sad, but rarely will she do anything about it. Yes, Limepaw will barely talk to anyone unless they speak to her first.
And I'm breakin' on the balcony
Breakin' window panes
I'm killing the pain of broken hearts
I'm walkin' on clouds
I'm walkin' on stars
Limepaw was born to an EclipseClan warrior, Thistlethorn, and a kittypet called Grace. Grace was a very fancy cat, and was in high regard among the kittypets. She had mated with many other toms in her years, being a showcat. But Thistlethorn was the only cat she mated with because she loved him.
However, Grace was not as forgiving to Limepaw. Wanting her daughtor to follow in her footsteps, she tried to always make Limepaw - then called Esmarellda - look very pretty and worthy of being a showcat. Always being critisized by Grace's friends and family only made little Esmarellda more shy and self-concious than she already was.
Then came the fateful day that she was out in the garden and scented EclipseClan. Intregued, she followed the scent until it led her to camp - there, she met a couple of cats who told her to go home back to her housefolk - but then Thistlethorn appeared and recognized his daughtor instantly. As a respected cat in the Clan, Amethyststar let his daughtor stay if she wished. Wanting to get away from the pushy kittypets who were her aunts, uncles and cousins, Esmarellda agreed. She was given the rank of apprentice and the name Limepaw, for her startling green eyes. Thistlethorn was to be her mentor.
However, only a few nights later, Thistlethorn fell into the river while showing Limepaw around and bam - there went the rest of Limepaw's self-esteem. She saw herself as a failure to both her mother's family and her father, and still does. These events have made her only more shy over the moons.
What if I fall
What if I don't
What if I never make it home
What if I bleed
What if I break
Grace [MOTHER]
Thistlethorn [FATHER] [DECEACED]
And I find that I can't take
The city below the citadel
Holding my own hand?
Limepaw is going to be Toweringpaw's mate. Yup, she's off-limits, ya crazy tomcats! :3
Holdin' on to something
That's keepin'me from jumpin'
So afraid to go in alone
Holding up this fortress
With imaginary forces
Longing for a life down below
P o i s o n tears c r a s h down
What if I fall
What if I don't
What if I never make it home
What if I bleed
What if I break
And I find that I can't take
The city below the citadel
Holding my own hand?
The city below the citadel
Holding my own hand?
The city below the citadel
Holding mine.
lyrics: anna nalick, citadel
