sloepaw

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a far gentler character than his sister, sloepaw is an agreeable and polite young cat, happy to tag along with anyone who would like his company. his big eyes shine with a prudence that far exceeds his age - but he's still learning as much as those around him.

despite his mellow (but never unkind) behavior, sloepaw bonds with and makes friends easily, unless he finds them to be unsavory. he always tries at least once, and respects boundaries when one is established without issue. internally, he struggles with feelings of inadequacy. he's fought hard to just survive, from a runty kit to struggling and falling behind in warrior training, not for lack of trying.

SLOEPAW is...

a small, sleek smoke-black tom with dappled legs, white flecks on his face, and seafoam-green eyes

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named after his sleek dark pelt, which reminded his mother of the dark blue sloe berry that grows by the nursery.

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to show his rank in riverclan as an apprentice in warrior training

a stark contrast to his more outspoken sister, sloepaw is a gentle character with a big heart. he navigates life with a rather softspoken nature, content to trail behind his sister and finding solace in the quiet corner of existence. this isn't to say he's not social, however; he loves company, even if he just happily accompanies you in a comfortable quiet. and despite his reserved nature, he's quite principled, unwavering in his commitment to what he thinks is right.

however, beneath this quietly comfortable face lies a whisper of cowardice. fear occasionally dims his resolve, reminding him of the fragility of his own spirit; he's spent his whole life in the shadow of his sister, and while he doesn't mind it for her sake, he spends some nights wondering if he'll ever shape up to be a cat worthy of warriorhood. still, don't think of him as overly sensitive; he's got quite a thick skin on him, despite his minute presence in a conversation. know that once you've found a friend in sloepaw, though, he'll stick with you for a lifetime.

▷ despite being in riverclan, sloepaw actually doesn't like water that much! he'd much rather stick to the shores when he can. he'll chance a dip in the water when it's hot, but otherwise, he prefers to keep his paws dry.

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FUN FACTS
& TRIVIA

RELIGION.

sloepaw believes in starclan, and is excited to be able to take his first trip to mothermouth with his mentor when the leader says he's ready. further, he loves tales of the ancient clans, of lion, tiger, and leopard warriors.

POLITICS.

sloepaw is too young to reality weigh in or consider the politics of the forest, let alone the leadership of riverclan. whatever the leader says, goes, in most cases.

ASPIRATIONS.

sloepaw likes to take things one step at a time; his current goal in life is just to work hard in his training and eventually become a warrior of riverclan.

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sloepaw's family life is remarkably... typical! he and sleekpaw balance one another out well - where he's much more softspoken, sleekpaw makes up for it in being outspoken. starlingfrost was a proud and caring mother, and their father streamstone frequently made visits into the nursery to visit and play with them, despite how big, burly, and intimidating he was.

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sloepaw has only been an apprentice for one moon, but he has continuously struggled to keep up with his sister in training. not only does being a drypaw effect his abilities in the water, he's also just not quite as adept at things a normal warrior apprentice should be adept at. he worries he'll always be a step behind.

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sloepaw is far too young to really begin to consider the prospect of a family of his own in the future. it's never even come to mind.

[attr="class","historybox"]KITHOOD

born in the middle of leaf-bare, to streamstone and starlingfrost of riverclan, were two dark-furred kits. one larger and more lively, the other small and near-silent, which raised concerns by the healer on-site. still, starlingfrost named them both, sleekkit for the she-cat's shining brindled pelt and sloekit, for the smaller tomkit, his small state reminding her of the dark blue berries that grew on the stream by the nursery.

fortunately, sloekit pulled through after a few worrisome nights, requiring constant check-ins by the healer until they were certain he wouldn't need constant monitoring. where he began to suckle more heartily, he never was quite as lively as sleekkit. he was content to sleep and hide from the cold leaf-bare wind under his mother's flank.

when he was around a moon old, he and sleekkit began to explore camp more and more, and they felt drawn towards the river's edge - they were riverclan, after all, and expected to swim. one breezy morning, sloekit got a bit too close to the water and slipped in, but was quickly rescued by a warrior who had been watching the kits play through the corner of their eye. he hadn't been in the water more than four seconds, but since, he's been a bit uneasy in the water - he doesn't even quite remember why. sleekkit fussed and fretted over sloekit that night, defending them to their fussing mother. when starlingfrost tutted, saying that kits who didn't listen would get taken by the pike that lived in an underwater cove north of camp (a myth) who watched for meddlesome young kits splashing about. that kept them away from the river for at least three days.

for a bit, sloekit took an interest in the healer's dealings, shadowing the amused healer in their den or whenever a cat needed any kind of medical attention. this made starlingfrost and sleekkit wonder if he wanted to become their apprentice, but when a cat came in with a bloody scrape from running into a sharp river-stone while diving, he was scared away, sick to his belly at the sight of the blood. a healer's life was definitely not the life for him.

as they grew, sleekkit began to fill out, growing longer limbs and losing the down in her kit-fur. on the other hand, sloekit remained a bit stuntedly small, with tufty, downy fur still softening his face - and he was very aware of it.

eventually their sixth moon did near, and both confirmed they wanted to become warriors - sleekkit excitedly, and sloekit timidly. he didn't like the idea of one day needing to fight in battle, if he could barely stomach a rock scrape. still, on the morning of their sixth moon at the end of newleaf, they were apprenticed. sloepaw received a mentor in NAME.

[attr="class","historybox"]PRESENT DAY

sloepaw's first training session was nothing short of.. disastrous. during their tour of the territory, after splitting off from sleekpaw and her mentor, they encountered a thunderclan patrol across the river. of course the river kept them safe, but the thunderclan warriors jeered, asking why a kit was out on patrol. sloepaw had flattened his ears, but said nothing as his mentor pointedly said he was a new apprentice, and to shove off. they went back to camp without any scratches, but sloepaw's chest ached with hurt. warrior apprentices were supposed to be strong, tough - capable of protecting the clan. but he couldn't even speak up to defend himself against a group of thunderclan bullies.

the start of his training went no better. the realization that he still didn't like being in the water put a block on his progress; he took two weeks to even want to enter the water, and struggled to swim as skillfully as his sister, who picked it up almost seamlessly from the first day. he wasn't bitter, because he was proud of his sister - but he wondered why he couldn't do the same, when he was the same riverclan blood as her.

greenleaf arrived early, and in its wake, a sweltering heatwave.

[attr="class","historybox"]TO BE LIVED.

to be lived.

[attr="class","historybox"]TO BE LIVED.

to be lived.