Havenpath of LightClan

by **Lynx** Wed May 30, 2018 7:09 pm

Havenpath

"Cause every night I lie in bed, the brightest colors fill my head"

Name: Havenpath

Past Names:Haven

Clan: LightClan

Age: 12 moons

Gender: She-cat

Rank: Medicine Cat

Neutral: Loners and kittypets, their way of life may be different but she respects their choices and is willing to treat any cat in need if she is able

Hate: Rogues and those who harm innocents, as a medicine cat she has and will have to see the impact cruelty has not only on the victims but those around them. She is angry at what their actions have caused and doesn't understand how anyone could be so hateful

Love: Lightstar, he tutored her and took her under his wing. She's always looked up to him and views him like an older brother. She loves her Clan and those around her, believing everyone deserves a chance

Crush: Havenpath has no crush, and as a medicine cat she took an oath to never take a mate

Mate: Havenpath holds to her oath of never falling love and would not take a mate

Respect: Havenpath respects other medicine cats as she knows how hard the work can be and has amiable relationships with them. As medicine cats, it is their duty to serve StarClan and they are united by that. She respects Lightstar and admires all the work he has done in building the Clan. He has earned her respect with his conviction and grit in building a Clan from nothing.

Mentor: Lightstar/StarClan's guidance

Apprentice: Open

Appearance: Havenpath is small for her age, and has grown used to other cats assuming she's younger than she actually is. She has fluffy, pale orange fur and green blue eyes. She has small-ish ears, incredibly long whiskers, and always seems to be tumbling over her own paws.

Personality: Her Clan means everything to her. Havenpath loves her Clan and the warrior code dearly. She finds safety in having the code to follow, it helps guide her on her path. She is likely seen by her Clanmates as fierce, intelligent, a rule-follower, perfectionistic, curious, and witty. Havenpath has picked up a few clever, witty tendencies and is an excitable, chattery cat by nature. Havenpath is cautious, smart, and swift. She always thinks twice and acts cautious in the face of danger or a problem. She likes to stick to the Warrior Code and never argues against it. She is very passionate about the things she cares for and wants to share her thoughts with the world.

Havenpath is very thoughtful for others' feelings and considerate towards them. She is a caring, innocent, rule-following cat with a big mind. She’s intelligent, brave, and prefers to keep things to herself. She deals with things without telling anybody, which might make her strong but it can also hurt her. She is loyal, dedicated, and forgiving. Havenpath is independent and always tries her best, and if her best isn't good enough then she tries harder. She is dedicated and cares very deeply for her beliefs and adheres to them. She has ambitions in life and wants to serve and defend her Clan to the best of her abilities.

Havenpath can become easily flustered and bashful. She can get stressed out and take on too much at once. She takes her responsibilities very seriously and can become nervous that she is going to mess up. This can lead to her being stressed from the pressure she feels to succeed in what she does. Havenpath is strict with herself, she holds herself to high standard and pushes herself too much. She feels very misunderstood and struggles to find her place in the world.

Havenpath's ambition could get her into trouble and she is currently a very eager, excitable cat. Both of these things could lead her into danger and she might come across as annoying or repetitive to others. Her cautiousness can lead to her depriving herself of opportunities to have fun or relax. Havenpath is also eager to please which can make it easy for her to be manipulated by others. She can also be overly sensitive to criticism and she tries to hide her feelings, sometimes failing to. Havenpath tries to be forgiving, but it can take some time to get there. She can hold grudges and still bear quiet resentment to those who have wronged her.

History: Haven grew up in a quiet barn surrounded by cat like her, rogues. She would be taken under the wing of a young Lightstar (though he would go by a different name at that time). She was a curious, wide-eyed kit who was cautious, giggly, and a dreamer. Haven never knew her parents, instead watching curiously as the other kits curled up with their parents. Light was enough for her, but she couldn't help but wonder. She grew quickly, picking up a few battle moves but beyond playing it never felt right. Light would leave, ready to see the world, and the tiny kitten would miss her only friend. Perhaps not only, but Light had meant the world to her, and she would silently vow to one day follow after. She was a dreamer. Haven wanted to see the world, and at night, she saw stars.

Some days when she walked to the tallest rock, a little ball of fuzz, she would be surrounded by so many ghostly, starlight outlines that smiled at her as though she meant the world. That might have been how he found her. She had wandered too far from the safety of the barn, caught up in the starlight- and then they vanished just as gentle hands seized her tightly.

Her 'rescuer' would pull the tiny kitten close to her chest as she climbed into the belly of the best, leaving the huddled bundle terrified on the seat next to her as she sped away from the only home she'd ever known. The she-Twoleg was kind, gentle. She coaxed the kitten out with warm coos and food. It wasn't nice tasting, but it wasn't all bad. She liked the other Twoleg, her mate, far less. He didn't like her, and he yelled and yelled whenever she touched anything with her claws. But they ached and screamed and there was nothing to release them on. She didn't understand why he wanted her to hurt for stopping her pain, but he always made little sense. And one day he put her in a box and took her to a room of white and then all she saw was darkness.

For days, her paws were wrapped in white warmth that made her tumble on the rare occasion she attempted to walk. When the bandages came off, she learned why. They had stolen her claws.

Every step hurt, and as she set one paw in front of the next, the urge to slip her claws ached and she couldn’t relieve the burning itch to do. It also meant she couldn’t protect herself the nights after the woman left, left him, and her in his wake. Perhaps she had planned to come back for her. Haven didn’t care. And at night, when she curled up under the safety of the sofa, she missed Light and found herself surrounded by the warming presence of the starry cats whose gentle touches kept her untouched by the worst of the darkness.
It would be them who whispered to her and helped her slip away under cover of night into the safety of the forest.
She couldn’t hunt. Her paws were like butter, mice slipping away with ease. She couldn’t protect herself, and as she grew hungrier and hungrier, she slipped further into the forest- until one day, miraculously, she found him.

Every step hurt, and as she set one paw in front of the next, the urge to slip her claws ached and she couldn’t relieve the burning itch to do. It also meant she couldn’t protect herself the nights after the woman left, left him, and her in his wake. Perhaps she had planned to come back for her. Haven didn’t care. And at night, when she curled up under the safety of the sofa, she missed Light and found herself surrounded by the warming presence of the starry cats whose gentle touches kept her untouched by the worst of the darkness.

It would be them who whispered to her and helped her slip away under cover of night into the safety of the forest.

She couldn’t hunt. Her paws were like butter, mice slipping away with ease. She couldn’t protect herself, and as she grew hungrier and hungrier, she slipped further into the forest- until one day, miraculously, she found him.

He was older now, so was she, but she can't deny the fact that squealed in delight when she first saw him, that she ran forward to press herself close to her old friend. And as she smiled up at him, she couldn't help but feel she'd found where she'd belonged. And as starlit cats whispered tales of Clans, Havenpath knew she'd found her home.

Light became Lightstar, Haven Havenpath. The Clan built up around them and she couldn't help but feel the bits of herbs she'd learned while young and a few spare things picked up from a fellow loner was enough to be a medicine cat. But StarClan willing, here she was, and she continued to learn. While hesitant, Havenpath is growing as a healer and will do whatever it takes to help her Clan and those in need.

by **Lightheart** Wed May 30, 2018 7:43 pm

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