Dovefeather of Thunderclan [finished]

The perfect definition for her is introverted. But well, she just doesn't know it yet, or  alteast she pretends not to know.
Since she was just a little kitten she  was always a bit  timid, hiding behind her mother when she heard any starnge noise of if her own father stopped by at the nursery. However her two brothers were always known for being spontaneous, causing sympathy among older cats. Her mother always knew something was wrong. But she never said a word, but Dove could notice. Just seeing her face when she looked at her. Her eyes filled with a kind of disappointment or perhaps was it pity? Her father never paid attention to it, just as Dove he decided to ignore the fact there was something odd. He was a great tom, he loved her, well as much as she alllowed him to...

That was something else she used to do. Push others away. The thought of getting too attached to some one terrified her. What if I mess it up? What if they suddenly stop caring? What if I get hurt?. She just couldn't imagine being dependent on someone else. So she did what she could to keep herself isolated.

During her apprenticeship her brothers started to drif away, and then they began to taunt her because of the looks she gave her mentor, Finchnose. Her mother never did anything, she decided to ignore the fact she was being made fun of hoping it would get her to react and speak for herself. And her father never saw the taunting, the nasty looks or pranks. That got her to be even more paranoid around her brothers being skittish when she met someone because she was afraid they might hurt her as her brothers did. 

Still being an introvert was not all that bad. She enjoyed being alone. sometimes.  Although there were times she felt like the loneliest cat in the world. 


Strenghts:

Being observant,

Because she prefers to sit back and watch other's interaction instead of being in the spotlight, Dovefeather is very observant. By doing this she learns easily and knows to interpret other's body language.


Responsible

She always tries her hardest at all she is told to do, she might even go out of her way just to please someone because she's afraid of being scolded.

Great hunter

She is a great hunter since her long slim limbs give her an advantage when slipping through the undergrowth. She also has great eye sight.

Sensitive


Since she understands what it's like to be the outcast, she can easily get into another person's shoes and relate to them, which makes her a very sensitive cat, who can understand other's problems.


Weakness:
Too reserved


As a kit she was very shy, never speaking to anyone besides her mother and ocasionally her brothers. As she got older it became harder for her to express her thoughts. This has caused her to have great difficulty when trying to make friends or even worse, work as a team.


Bottles up feelings

She can keep most of her opinions to herself, which can cause misunderstandings, or she's simply overlooked.


Vulnerable

Since she has no one to turn to in case of a problem, she is very lonely. She isolates herself in fear of being hurt. She also is seen as an easy target for taunting since she's so lonely.

I had a simple birth without complications, according to my mother, it was a beautiful sunny spring day, my father was present, and the whole clan celebrate our arrival.
My older brother, Pebblestride, or Pebblekit back then,  was the strongest of the litter, he used to run around the nursery leaving my poor mother,Silverlight, exhausted. After him was Briarthorn or Briarkit; he was the soul of the show, always know what to say to make you laugh, he was really nice truly. And then I was the little Dove, a tiny white kitten with blue eyes clear as the cloudless sky.

You could say I had a good childhood, my brothers always served as company although they played more with each other than with me. I guess it was because they were both males and played more roughly. I remember I used to stay alone most of the time, just looking at the clouds or the other cats come and go. I also remember that my mother never liked that, she said I should be with others, that it was not healthy to be so long on my own. She’d get angry when someone came to greet me and I, feeling terrified hid behind her without mumbling a word. My father would just roll his eyes and tell me to ignore her, he would give the excuse that I was just a little shy. Several of their arguments were because of this. I’d just cover my ears and try to go to sleep, while my brothers would giggle and whisper to each other.

Then I became an apprentice, I was pretty nervous to be honest, had never talked to anyone outside of my family, so all of the clan seemed like strangers to me. My brothers got the hang of it right away, they were praised by their abilities and given special recognitions, while I, well I could barely talk to my mentor without stammering. Luckily he was patient and helped me through. Finchnose was his name, I miss him sometimes.

Anyways, when I finally got my warrior’s name everything started to change. I felt even lonelier now. I was no longer daddy’s little girl. I had to stand up for myself now. My father, Rye-eyes, who had grown old and blind, was no longer there to protect me from the mocking.. The one my own brothers started. And my mother, Silverlight, never cared. She turned bitter and cold, at least with me. Pebblestride and Briarthorn were always welcomed.

Then it happened, we had to move to another land, the journey was long and treacherous but I managed to make it through. Unfortunately my father didn’t.

My mother and brothers refused to leave the old campsite so I really don’t know what happened to them. Honestly I don’t care either.

Now I live in Thunderclan, with my clan. I try my best to do what I can for them, I do it for my father and for my beloved Finchnose..

Finchnose. He was more than my mentor. At least he tried to be. He was kind and patient with me, he used to protect me from my brother's mocking and nasty jokes. I though he did it because of pity for me but turns out he meant it. 


I'll never forget the time our noses touched as he was explaining hunting moves to me. I blushed and turned away but he kept staring at me, with a certain expression on his face I'd only seen when my dad looked at my mother.


And then it was all too quick, the day after I got my warrior name he was murdered. He went out hunting alone and then his body was found around a pool of blood. He had been attacked by a badger judging by his extensive wounds all over his flanks. 

That day I felt a part of me die with him.