[mvoxhu]

i'm going to go with something different here for the mentor,, let's hope it works (:
STILL A WIP

Name-
Pondkit -- Pondpaw -- Pondstorm

Age-
40 Moons

Role-
The Mentor

Gender-
Cis. Female

Sexuality-
Bisexual , aromantic

Persona-
To anyone sparing a quick glance at her, Pondstorm just seems like your average she-cat. She's gentle with the younger cats, and knows how to treat the older ones as well. She's a very sociable cat, who always has time to gossip and bicker with other females, especially the queens, as she used to be one herself. The she-cat has had her fair share of feeding kittens, and cleaning up their mess. But, she’s also had her fair share of blame, and guilt.

Once you get to know her. Pondstorm is more of a withdrawn female. She tends to put up a wall when she is participating within the clan, and she pretty much just acts like any other she-cat. Pondstorm suffers with frequent feelings of loneliness, and to that she looks to the loners and outsiders. She used to be happy, with her mate by her side, and their kits frolicking about. They were a good family, and they all shared love with each other. When Pondstorm and her mate went out hunting on one late night, the two had suddenly been jumped on by a group of outsiders. The duo tried to fight them off, but Pondstorm’s mate sacrificed himself for her; and his body soon lay on the ground, a pool of crimson encircling it.

Of course, the female was left to grieve and mourn for days on end. But after a while, she came to the realisation that it was the loners and rogues who did this. So, her defensive wall was put up and her extreme trust issues began. Now, she doesn’t put her trust into any cat. Not even Starclan. She has her respect and her loyalty to her clan, but she also has her stubborn mind, and a past that she can’t let go of. Pondstorm is very outspoken, and she is never afraid to speak her mind. If she were to come into contact with a cat of rogue or outsider heritage, she would sneer at them, or perhaps even hiss at their oblivious self.

Appearance-
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Overall her frame is on the slender side, although it is more muscular and stocky than the graceful frame of her mother. Once she properly fills out her limbs will lose their awkward lengthy appearance. She will be of average size with a lean but sturdy frame. She is better built for feats requiring sheer force and power rather than endurance or finesse. However, with a scrappy, quick paced fighting style, she's a ball of fury and force to be reckoned with. With a gracefully angled jawline and prominent cheekbones, her appearance is obviously that of a she-cat. Her pelt is easy to recognize with it's blatant, dark markings against a pale grey base. She has white 'socks' that travel unusually far up on her legs. The high contrast of her pelt and markings tends to grab attention. It's rough and scruffy to the touch, and sticks up in tufts along her spine and the base of her tail. It grows long in clumps around her face, shoulders, knees, and ankles. In comparison, the fur along her legs is shorter and softer to the touch. Most noticeably, the fur on her tail is very long and thick. It's silkier than the fur on her body, but due to her habit of dragging it on the ground, the fur is often tangled with things like twigs or leaves. Her hues are a shockingly vibrant blue colour, or a pale-grey, and they are outlined in a crimson-red colour; making her seem sharp and rather rebellious.

Posts per day-
Uhh, 3.88?

Rp example-
Vulturepaw shuffled uncomfortably against the sandy ground, attempting to re-position herself without making a large fuss over it. As she managed to gain comfort in a preferred arrangement, the tricoloured female allowed for her eyes to travel over the diminutive feline to the side of her. A gentle smile wove its way onto her face, causing the edges of her lips to turn upwards and creases to form by the sides of her eyes. The molly didn't want to come off as stuck-up, but she also didn't want to come off as overly-positive or energetic; because she was neither of those things. Vulturepaw just wanted for the tom to feel like she was appreciating his space and needs, even if she barely even knew him.
"hey.." the long-haired female spoke, churning the dirt up from underneath her as a way of just keeping her paws occupied. Tufted auds twitching at randomised moments, with tail brushing against the over-worked dirt as if it were a brush. "I'm actually rather good to be honest with you, Arrowpaw." Vulturepaw tried to make the tom-cat feel involved, including the use of his name when she spoke to him. It was more an act of being well-mannered and respectable of the other. "And you -- how are you holding up?"

one of my latest responses, although depending on my partner, i can go up to six / seven paragraphs of detail.

Questions/comments-
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