I am applying Canarysky!
This will be Canarysky from a couple of different perspectives, including her own, some being from various times in her life.
I gazed over at Canarypaw as she stalked the plump frog. There could be no way she could miss this one- even knowing her. My gaze focused as she wriggled her tail, preparing to pounce. I judged the she-cat from afar- maybe six fox-lengths- and flinched as she pounced just a few heartbeats early with a clumsy takeoff. I furrowed my catbrows, wondering what she'd done wrong. It didn't surprise me at all to realize she'd been unfocused, as she always was. I rolled my eyes in exasperation as Canarypaw attempted to cripple the slimy green creature by sweeping it off its feet, moving her paw in a swift motion, but it wasn't enough to bring her back from her mistake. She made a lazy pursuit as the frog hopped into the distance, and into a large puddle. Though i know she's trying, it's still not helping
Tail lashing, I marched up to the she, ready to scold my apprentice for once again being unfocused and distant.
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Canarysky is a fairly interesting cat. For a ShadowClan cat she definitely stands out with her white pelt, very light gray tabby stripes, and of course her extremely pale ginger spots. I remember the day she was born- a few days before I became an elder. I'd tell her stories that her and Poppykit, her sister, loved to listen to. Canarysky would always ask me questions. I'd begin a story and only a few mews in she would ask about
something. I remember her cute green eyes- now yellow- shinning up at me, full of curiosity. She was never the same after the apprentice incident, now she's a bit more snappy, Er, sarcastic, and more... well, unfocused. Well, I guess she's kept most traits... Umm, how old is the young'un now? 13 moons? No, no... 14! Yes, that's right... Anyhow! Canarysky is so sweet, but I think she struggles with things a lot. She tries so hard to master every concept, and sometimes she pushes herself too hard. Poor cat, all she wants is to be perfect... I remember when she was an apprentice, and that horrible thing she said she'd do. She made a vow to not grow attached to any cats, but I don't think she's kept her promise. Instead, it seems like she cares the same amount for each cat in this clan, no more no less, but just simply expresses it by playful teasing, sarcasm, and that beautiful, happy gleam in her eyes.
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I narrowed my eyes at Canarypaw's light-gray-and-white pelt, with generous faintly yellow splotches. She'd grown so much since I last acknowledged her, and similar to last time, my pelt burned with jealousy.
Despite her daydreaming nature, her unfocused mind, her sudden bursts of random energy, and her lack of skills due to it, she'd still been promoted before me. It made no sense to me how Canarypaw even passed her final test, much less become a warrior. And me, only a moon behind her, obviously a harder worker, and still an apprentice. As the ceremony was getting over with, Canarypaw- now Canarysky- was standing proudly in the center of a mass of cats, taking in the cheers she received. Of course, I didn't cheer.
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Honestly, I'm not actually sure why I'm like this. I stared at my white paws with my bright green eyes, wondering what makes me so unfocused. Why my Mentor was always scolding me for being distracted. Why I had such a hard time hunting.
I mean, I don't really regret it. Not at all.
Having a fantasy life where everything goes right, in my opinion, sounds better than a real life in which death, destruction, and cruelty happens on a moonly basis.
Call me flea-brained.
So, I guess that's why I'm always daydreaming. I just don't enjoy how things are.
Maybe I will zone off a little
too much, I'll give them that. I know how to hunt and fight, of course, unlike how some cats like to think. I just.. I'm not sure, harming a soul with my own four paws just disturbs me a bit. Would StarClan approve? I'm not a frog-heart like they say, am I?
No, of course I'm not.
I wonder what it would be like to live in another Clan, or maybe even not in a Clan at all. The thought intrigues me, as well as terrifies me a bit.
So, yeah. Call me whatever you want. I'm
so very sorry if the way I think, the way I'm born, or the fact my mostly-white pelt ruffles your little feathers. Guess you're gonna have to get over it, kitty.
Completely unrelated note, if you need help medicinewise, I- Uh, don't try to get over that by yourself.
THAT I will help you with.
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Heh, You're gonna ask me a few things about one of my favorite characters? Okay.
What makes her special is, I think, her personality. Her past experience is okay when it comes to originality, many cats have lost a sibling. (explained below) What I think is special about it? How she developed from that experience, and her willingness to change her fate. Despite how powerfully that traumatic time tried to destroy her, tried to make her a wreck, she took it and made it into something she can deal with.
She became a bit more sarcastic, maybe a bit more rude... Mostly, though, she has a bubbly attitude, and a fresh aura like walking outside on a spring morning, the crisp, just-rained air filling your lungs. Being around her can make you feel an odd sense of security, and the way she talks adds on to that feeling. She had a rough apprenticeship, but she'd never bring it up, ever. What's in the past is in the past, but she can't help but feel that Poppypaw's death is her fault. When she's not thinking about her sister, she is a pleasant cat t be around- to most anyway. She has built up a barrier from most insults thrown at her, if she's paying attention. She can be very sassy with warriors and apprentices, but overall kind and nurturing with kits and elders, though that definitely won't stop her from scolding them. When she cares about something enough to be focused, it's like she's deaf. It's hard to snap her out of something is she really cares for a cause, for instance, life or death. She will never forgive herself if she caused the death or didn't save them when she could've saved them.
Do I think she'd be perfect as a medicine cat? Well, no. No cat is perfect for a certain job.
Do I feel like she'd suffice? Sure. I think she has potential.
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It all started like this.
Canarypaw's emerald green-- fading to yellow-- eyes stung as she relived the sweet past, and as she remembered she was in the sour present. She remembered sneaking out at night to race with her sister across the winding marsh, the exhilarating feeling of the wind against her fur and her paws drumming across the damp ground. She remembered the games of find-the-prey with her sister, and after what felt like a moon of waiting, the feeling of her throat coming out of her muzzle when her sister drew near her clever hiding spot.
She remembered the final game they'd played.
"Cmon! One more game, please?"
"Poppypaw, we're apprentices! We can't play kit games anymore!"
"Canarypaw, you're about as fun as a pelt full of ticks."
"Okay, fine, whatever. This is the last time, though."
"You count first, since you're so-"
"One.. Two..."
Canarypaw counted to twenty. Once the time was up, she glanced around. She searched for a few minutes.
"Poppypaw, where are you?" Canarypaw called out to the unfamiliar terrain, unsure where her sister could hide.
"Poppypaw, I don't like this game anymore. I can't find you!" She called.
Only birds replied.
Canarypaw became a bit frantic.
"Poppypaw, I'm not joking! Come on!" Canarypaw called more urgently, in a squeaky, high-pitched voice.
She remembered running back to her Clan, alerting her her mother.
Now she's here.
She remembered simply loving too much, and refusing to believe she could never feel like that again. Being her first loss experienced in her lifetime from a cat close to her, she decided she couldn't go through that again. She resented needing to be restrained as she longed to reach her beloved sibling, and instead hearing her cries and pleas of helplessness that doesn't exist, and her sobbing parents attempted to block her from running into the wild to look for her.
Moons pass until Canarypaw finds out her sister was found dead, mauled by a Fox or badger.
"I can't do that again," she explained to her parents, whom she will not name.
"Bad things happen to every cat at some point, Canarypaw. Your sister happened to be on the fragile end of the stick with her disappearance. It's a feature of life we have to live with," her mother pointed out.
"Not if I can help," Canarypaw argued in a strained voice.
"You're already a warrior apprentice. You've worked so hard. Y-your dream..." Her father attempted to vocalize.
"My dream is to see to the promise that I won't let that happen to a cat. Never again," she interrupted.
"You can never make that wish come true. There are so many other qualified apprentices to fill the job," her mother reasoned softly.
"Then I guess the next best thing is to never let it happen to
me. if you can't understand that is my one and only wish, then we aren't kin."
"Canarypaw, you've lost your mind."
I have, what am I thinking?
She remembered the cruel fate of her sister.
She remembered that if she were to become medicine cat apprentice, she'd be to blame in this situation.
"I have, haven't I?" She replied.
She never lost her dream, nor has she forgotten about her sister. She still just wants to help cats, not destroy them. Her daydreaming begins at this point, in which she fantasized about if her sister were there at certain milestones in her life. She fantasized to get her mind off her lost sibling. It was all she could do.
She eventually did make up with her parents, whom couldn't be prouder at her warrior ceremony. She knew, that day, she gave up her dream. Or so she thought.
The incident never "broke" her, but it sure did complicate things. Always something on her mind,
Always something to feel guilty about in some way.
She never brought up her sister, hating pity, and in an attempt to not spread her misery. She tried to be cheery for as long as possible.
At least she could spend her life being useful, not chasing a petty dream that wouldn't come true.
Someday, she'll see her sister again. Someday, she'll be happy again. Until then, she'll daydream of the perfect world that doesn't exist.
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