- I D E N T I F I C A T I O N -

Name : Glassshadow

Name Meaning : 
Glass : Given to her by her vain mother, like looking at glass, she looks very similar to her mother.
shadow : Named for her uncanny ability to unintentionally sneak up on cats and due to her timid nature.

Previous Names : Glasskit, Glasspaw

Informal: TBA

Gender : she-cat.

Breed :

Domestic mix

45% Tuxedo/ 5% Tonkinese/  25% British Shorthair/ 14% Singapura/ 16% American wirehair

 

Sexual Orientation : Straight.

Age : 17 moons.

Season of Birth : leaf-green.

Belief in StarClan : 
★★★★☆
"I-I'm sorry...".

- A P P E A R A N C E -

Fur Statistics :

●●○○○○○○○ ➟ Rough

●○○○○○○○○○ ➟ Dry

●●●●●●●○○○ ➟ Smooth

●●●●●●●●●○ ➟ Soft

Short| ●○○○○○○○○○ |Long

Brief description: A white she-cat with black toes, tipped-tail, ears, and unique markings on head and chest. 

Scent : Lavender.

Voice actor : 

Body type : Lithe, feminine, slightly on the chubby side. 

Scars : None yet. 

- C L A N , I N F O R M A T I O N -

Clan : WindClan.

Profession : Queen.

Thoughts : "I'm not very strong... I'm sorry, I just hope I can have strong kits so I may give back to my clan." 

Mentor :   Patchpelt^npc 

Apprentices : ^{[ pending . . . ]}

Previous Apprentices : ^{[ pending . . . ]}

- S T A T S I N F O R M A T I O N -

Strength : ●○○○○
Speed : ●●●○○
Endurance : ●●●○○
Tactics : ●●○○○
Herbal Knowledge : ●○○○○
Kittening Knowledge : ●●●○○
Prophecy Decoding : ○○○○○
Belief in StarClan : ●●●●○

- P E R S O N A L I T Y -

[ Clumsy | Understanding | Thoughtful | Timid | Unconfident | Caring | Loyal | Easily Deceived | Excitable ] 

↓ Clumsy. || She can sometimes do things that are thoughtless, though it's never on purpose. She's also very curious, but shy, so while going to look at something, she'll get spooked easily and can make several mistakes, sometimes leading to small cuts and bruises to any cat unfortunate enough to be within range. The she-cat can actually be pretty graceful when no one's watching; but the more eyes on her, the more nervous she gets thus leading to a clumsier cat. She's easily flustered, which brings on bouts of clumsiness as well and doesn't take compliments very well either. 

↑ Understanding. || She's full of compassion so it's easy for her to listen to reason and know that things are done for the best outcome. Glassshadow can take bits and pieces of things, but has a hard time looking at the big picture; that's one reason she wants to find a mate so badly without looking at all the candidates. She just wants kits so much that she's willing, or at least not aware, of what she's setting herself up for. And when others ask for her honest opinion, she'll give it. She might be timid about it, but she wants to show she's mature and can handle adult things.

↑ Thoughtful. || Glassshadow may not be the smartest cat in the clan, but she can be one of the kindest. She goes out of her way to do nice things for cats, but never takes credit for her actions. She's much too shy to take credit, but it always makes her feel warm inside when she sees she helped out a clan member in need. And because of her mother being so vain and rejecting so many cats, she feels it's her duty to make up for such injustices by being kind and thoughtful to everyone.

↓ Timid. || The she-cat has always been timid, it's just part of her nature. She always had daddy's protection, so now that he's gone she can't help but feel defenseless sometimes. Though, that doesn't mean she won't fight if pushed to her limits, it just means she'd try to get around any fighting by backing down and apologizing even when she's not the one at fault. She's actually an extrovert; she loves company and being in groups, it makes her feel safe and loved, but speaking in front of them is a different matter. 

↓ Unconfident. || She was hurt that her biological father never claimed her, so she second guesses herself and has a hard time trusting others fully. She also believes she's weak and hasn't earned her keep in the clan, so she offers herself up to have kits and hopes that one day she'll be the proud mother of a great cat. Patchpelt had been her main source of confidence, though now that he's gone, Glassshadow feels abandoned and that she's the only one in her little world. 

↑ Caring. || She cares about everyone in her Clan though rarely shows it through conventional means. Her awkward shyness makes it hard for her accept praise, but she gives it out whole-heartedly. She adores everyone, though sometimes feels as if they're annoyed with her or harbor negative feelings towards her so she goes a bit over board with apologizing and the like.

↑ Loyal. || She's very well prepared to die for her Clan. She knows she can't do much, and it hurts to know she's so useless. That's why her goal is to be the best mother she can be so she may actually be of some use. The she-cat may be easily deceived or led-on, but she'd never abandon her clan like her mother. And if she falls head over heels in love with a tom, you can bet she would be undyingly devoted to him. 

↓ Easily Deceived. || Glassshadow, as stated before, isn't the sharpest tool in the shed. She's easily led on and can be quite dense if some cat were to confess to her. She doesn't quite grasp body language since she was mainly around just Patchpelt, and sarcasm and figurative language elude her. Patchpelt was a quiet tom and she picked up on that as well, but she possessed her mother's gregarious trait and would long to talk to others but wouldn't know how so she stumbles over words. 

↓ Excitable. || Specifically about patterning on pelts. When she sees a really gorgeous pelt, she can't help but stop and get extremely excited about it. The more complicated, the more she's interested. She finds her own pelt rather simple, so when she sees really nice coats she can't help but climb all over them and ask lots of questions about their lineage.

- S E X U A L I T Y -

Looking for : 
✔ Lasting Relationship
✔ Quick Fling- For the time being, while she's young she wants to have as many kits as she can.
✘ Unsure

Orientation : Straight 

Likes : Males with a good head on their shoulders | Proud | Strong | Honest | Confident |

Dislikes : Others like her | Careless | Condescending |

Attracted to Currently : none.

- H I S T O R Y -

Before birth: Snowflower was one of the most beautiful cats of her time and she was well aware of it. She was vain and cunning, leading others on only to turn them down. She felt too good for any member of her clan, despite one tom, Patchpelt, who had fallen head over heels for her. Snowflower soon made it a daily routine to leave the camp to search for better suitors and Patchpelt would follow. No one in the clan was suspcious of the queen because of her family history, and she took advantage of this. While crossing borders, she met a beautiful tom she felt was worthy of her and before long, Snowflower was expecting. Everyone just assumed they were Patchpelt's kits since the two would often be gone around the same time, but Patchpelt knew the truth. He didn't utter a word though. Everyday, the queen would go see her secret mate and they'd talk about their lives together, that she'd leave her clan for him and all the while, Patchpelt hid up in a tree and watched and listened from afar. StarClan witnessed this horrid injustice and decided that the queen would soon join them. And she did; Snowflower had died while kitting with Patchpelt by her side. It was obvious the kits weren't his, but he still claimed them and cared for them as his own.

Kit: Glasskit was very timid right from the start. She might have looked like her mother, but she had a completely different personality than her. She had never questioned that Patchpelt was her father and she even adored him, while he had a special place in his heart for her. The two were almost inseparable and, looking back, he did slightly favor her over her siblings, Patchpelt had treated all of Snowflower's kits with love and respect. Due to being the favorite of the litter, her siblings weren't very fond of her so she didn't make friends easily. Not only that, but she felt she didn't need friends since she had her father there with her and they were pretty much inseparable. 

Apprentice: No one was more surprised than Glasspaw when she found out whom her mentor was. Could a father really train their kit fairly? Evidently so. While the old tom had taken her under his wing, he was strict but kind and taught her everything he knew. And by everything, he included information about himself and her mother. She was heartbroken to hear her mother had been so cruel to this tom she loved, and to learn that her father hadn't so much as claimed her or her siblings... Still, if anything it made her love her pseudo-father more than ever. Which made it all the more heartbreaking when he died for her. The she-cat had been training hard with her mentor and finally it was time for her assessment. While Patchpelt watched from afar, his heart shattered as a familiar scene played out. Nightwing, the kittens' real father, was patrolling the border and spotted a familiar pelt and called out to her by her mother's name. Curiously, Glasspaw went to him and soon the tom was telling her how much he missed her; he'd thought his mistress had finally returned. He didn't even notice how young she had stayed while he aged. He beckoned her over and and she followed, much to Patchpelt's horror and the tom refused to let it happen; Nightwing already stole the love of his life, he wouldn't let him take his little girl. The naive apprentice watched in horror as they fought and in a fit of fury, Nightwing had killed her beloved mentor. She ran home in tears to tell exactly what happened. Patchpelt's body was returned and she was given her warrior name before spending her vigil in silence with the body.  

Warrior/Queen: Glassshadow's time as a warrior was short lived. She felt traumatized by seeing her beloved father and mentor killed by another cat and she knew she wasn't strong or really a good warrior despite how hard she tried. She was the daughter of a full-time queen unfortunately so she thought she'd follow in her pawsteps. After deciding this only a few moons into her warrior life, she asked the clan leader for the switch; and though she might be young, she feels she'll make a good queen. For now, since she hasn't had her first litter yet, she mostly helps tend to the kits when the queens need to rest.

- C O N N E C T I O N S -

Mate : None yet.

Previous Mates : None.

Offspring : None yet, but desperately wants some.

Parents : Snowflower^npc | Nightwing^npc.

Siblings : Open.

Interested in : None.

Relationship Chart : 

 = Respect
 = Acquainted/No Opinion |  = Unsure/Leaning towards dislike
 = Friend/fond of |  = Good Friend/not close
 = Buddy/ semi-close |  = Best Friend/tight and close
 = Attraction/Likeable |  = Crush
 = Love/Like Family |  = Mate
 = Dislike |  = Hate/Despise
 = Suspicious |  = Jealous
 = Apprentice/Mentor |  = Family

WindClan

RiverClan

ThunderClan

ShadowClan

SkyClan

StarClan

- O T H E R -

Likes : Tree climbing | Play Fighting with kits | Dandelions | Peace | Kits |

Dislikes : Swimming | Fish | Getting dirty | Any predators | Fox holes | Feeling weak |

Fears : Turning out like her mother | Making bad decisions | 

Goals : To one day be able to protect those she loves | Tell her father her feelings towards him | To live down her mother's mistakes | Possibly one day find a mate; though she's doubtful | To live a long happy life | To have a kit grow up to be a strong and beloved warrior |

- R O L E P L A Y S A M P L E -

A skittish white and black she-cat peeked outside the nursery early one morning. Dew caked the leaves that began to bud and she felt at peace deep within. Mornings like these were most pleasant, but dredged up painful memories for her. He seafoam green eyes clouded as her tail twitched with unease, only to be prounced on from behind, causing her to yowl. She could've woken the whole camp up if they weren't up yet already. Feeling utterly embarrassed, Glassshadow glanced to see her attacker; a rambunctious kit just wanting to play. The she-cat felt utterly embarrassed as she shuffled back in the now-active den thanks to her loud yowl with other queens giving her reproachful glares. "S-sorry..." she muttered then offered to keep the kits busy while they slept a little longer. And soon the playful furballs climbed all over her, the youngest  held between her paws which she soothed with her tongue if they began to wail.

- C O N T A C T -

Time Zone : Mountain Time

Notes : That's fine with me~

Skype : Of course, just ask~! 

Chat : Preferably not. 

Comment : Sure, but I'll be slow to respond and most of the time not very serious.

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