[TSF] Gnatpaw Application (ThunderClan) WIP

i'm redoing her headshot later i just want to get this done



Character
Name: Gnatkit | Gnatpaw | Gnat???
[Prefix] - For her short and rough grey fur.
        [Suffix] - Traditional apprentice suffix
Clan: ThunderClan
Age: 8.5 moons 
Rank: Apprentice 
Gender: ♀ (she/her) 
Appearance details: Gnatpaw is average height for her age but has a skinny build, half due to genetics and half to not having access to much food for most of her life. Her pelt is dark grey (save for a lighter, thinner-furred patch on her belly and muzzle) and is particularly short and rough. She keeps it very clean. Her eyes are sort of amber-brown.


History

-Kithood 
-->  By the time Gnatkit and her siblings, Snailkit and Grubkit, were born, the river had been dry for quite some time. ThunderClan warriors were bringing in less and less food. Although Gnatkit didn't know what this meant as a very young kit, she could tell that her mother was distressed. They were fortunate enough to have a very strong and determined mother who stopped at nothing to make sure that her kits were taken care of.

Gnatkit and her siblings were only about two moons old when the Journey began. Their mother didn't even hesitate in urging them all along. It was clear to everyone that her kits were going to live if it was the last thing she did.

Gnatkit and her siblings were were lovingly looked after not just by their mother, and not just by all of ThunderClan, but by plenty of completely foreign cats that they'd met on the Journey. Because of this (and because of the alarming number of tragedies they bore witness to), Gnatkit, Snailkit and Grubkit became independent, well rounded individuals by the time they reached their sixth moon of age.

-Apprenticehood
-->Thicketstar held a traditional ceremony for Gnatpaw and her siblings up in the mountains one morning; Gnatpaw was excited to discover that Tumbleweed would be mentoring her, and resolved to work as hard as she could. She understood that the circumstances surrounding her apprenticeship (and of many other young cats like her) were quite unique and tried her hardest to be patient and compliant.

The first moon or so of training were quite awkward, as it seemed that everyone seemed to be figuring things out as they went. At this point in her apprenticeship, Gnatpaw was told, she would have been learning the territory and starting on basic hunting and fighting, but instead her training often revolved around doing whatever she could to move the Journey along. This involved hunting, yes, but the only prey to be caught was colossally different than any prey she would be tasked with hunting if she were back home. She grew accustomed to snow and chilly air (which was quite challenging due to her short fur!) and climbing steep cliffs. Things were busy, but Gnatpaw was used to the constant onslaught of change. Change was all she knew. Just as any young and impressionable cat would, she invented ways to have fun.

Gnatpaw actually came to dread the day they'd discover their new home -- she began to fear the unknown and was skeptical of the Fjords. The excitement and relief from her superiors, however, inspired her to give it a chance.

Now that Gnatpaw has a couple of moons of mountain training under her belt, arriving to the Fjords and adjusting to traditional Clan life proves to be quite a challenge. She isn't used to permanent territory, nor is she used to border patrols or camp life, or even many traditional Clan customs. She must learn how to hunt squirrels and voles rather than the huge birds and white rabbits often found in the mountains. To Gnatpaw, it feels as if she's learning how to be a cat all over again, but despite the disorientation she pushes onward.


About
Personality:

+ Practical, Spirited, Logical, Adaptable
---> Gnatpaw's surroundings have been constantly evolving for as long as she can remember, so change hardly slows her down at all. It sometimes seems as if she has boundless stamina. Giving up doesn't make the slightest lick of sense to her. Furthermore, she tends to evaluate situations based on how much sense they make to her, rather than anything else. She is very logic-driven.

> Serious, Naive, Realist
---> Gnatpaw's disposition isn't serious, so to speak, but she does tend to take things very seriously. Because of this, it might take her a while to understand the humor in some things. Still, she is a very open cat who feels she has nothing to hide and expects the same from others -- she simply doesn't understand why anyone would lie about how they feel, so a clever bluff may just fly right over her head.

- Gossipy, Picky, Unimpressed, Difficult to please
---> Gnatpaw can be very particular about how she wants things to be and feels no inhibition when it comes to changing the way it's been done. She never seems to be satisfied with what she's been given. In addition to this, she lacks a filter and has no trouble with saying/doing exactly what makes the most sense to her at the time. She won't laugh at your bad joke out of sympathy if it simply wasn't funny!


Likes: Snow, being up high, 
Dislikes: Cats who mask their emotions, 

Other Information:
-She cares lots about her rough pelt and keeps it VERY clean. It's not uncommon to find her grooming herself or her siblings.

-One constant from her upbringing in the mountains, she's found, is that she enjoys trees. Climbing steep tree trunks reminds her of the steep cliffs and challenging boulders from the Journey. Climbing comes easily to her.


Relationships
Orientation: Pansexual
Looking for: She can't be bothered with silly things like romance! (or so she thinks?) 
Ideal Relationship and Traits: Gnatpaw hasn't thought much about her preferences, but she figures they ought to be nice and patient. 

Mentor: Tumbleweed
Apprentice: n/a
Crush: n/a
Mate: n/a
Ex-Mate/s: n/a
Kin: Snailpaw (sister), Grubpaw (sibling), (parent) (parent)


ExampleClan
Exampleclaw | @  | - Relationship Description 


Roleplay

_{"No! No," Beetlefur quickly corrected himself, lowering his voice to a panicked whisper the second time. He shook his head, and his paws began to tremble. Incredulously, he added, "No, Blueflower, you know I can't do that. I can't." He knew she wouldn't joke about these things, and he wholeheartedly believed her; that was the worst part. He knew, without a doubt, that if Blueflower was telling him, it must be true. He looked out to the forest once more, eyes widened.}

_{Suddenly, he stopped, and his gaze snapped back to his friend, suddenly narrowed in suspicion. "What..." he began, cautious, as if he didn't know if he wanted to hear the answer to his question, "...what do you mean, he wouldn't get his nine lives?"}

Preferred methods: discord or forums obvs :^3!