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❪ * ˖ ✻ ┊ SWEET & SELFISH ┊ HONEYBEE ❫
« on: June 18, 2018, 04:30:37 PM »
☼ ゜❪  when morning sunlight hits the ridge just right              ❫
﹠﹠ THE BLUE MOUNTAINS TURN INTO A WINDSWEPT PAINTING OF FOGGY STARS. WHEN YOU SMILE, IT IS SOMETHING LIKE THAT: BEAUTIFUL, WILD, DAMPLY ALIVE. I HAVE LOVED YOU SINCE THE FIRST TIME NYX PRESSED HER SOFT LIPS TO THE DARK SOIL OF THE NEWBORN EARTH AND SAID, FROM THIS OLD CHAOS LET THERE BLOOM YOUTHFUL LIFE. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU APPEARED INTO MY DREAMS WITH YOUR MOUTH FULL OF LARK SONGS AND YOU TONGUE DIZZY WITH THE PINK-PETAL TASTE OF SECRET FAIRYTALES WHISPERED TO YOU BY THE CLOUDS?    

                                                                               


                                                                               
« Last Edit: June 19, 2018, 01:10:59 PM by HONEYPAW »
❪ HONEYBEE ┊ 07 MOONS ┊ APPRENTICE ┊ MENTOR: HERONTAIL ┊ REFERENCEINFORMATION

❝ WE WENT STRAWBERRY-PICKING A DECADE AGO BUT IT FEELS LIKE ONLY LAST SUMMER; CRUSHED FRUITS BETWEEN THE PALMS OF OUR HANDS AND PLAYED MAKE-BELIEVE LIKE THE JUICE STAINING OUR FINGERTIPS CHERRY-PINK WAS A BLOOD BOND WHICH RAN DOWN TO OUR GRAZED ELBOWS IN FADING RIVULETS. THERE IS SOMETHING DESOLATE ABOUT CHILDHOOD THAT REMINDS ME OF YOU WHENEVER I EAT WILD BERRIES, HOW WE WENT FORAGING BARE-SKINNED, HOW WE WENT SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING WE NEVER KNEW WAS MISSING. DRIFTING APART ALWAYS SEEMS TO HURT MORE AS IT HAPPENS. RIGHT NOW, EVERYTHING WITHOUT YOU IS ALMOST STICKY-SWEET. IT TASTES LIKE NECTAR.                                   


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Re: ❪ * ˖ ✻ ┊ SWEET & SELFISH ┊ HONEYPAW ❫
« Reply #1 on: June 18, 2018, 10:41:49 PM »
HONEYBEE


( NAME. ) Honyekit - Honeypaw - Honeybee | & | Honey - both after her cream, off-white coat and her kittypet mother who also shared the namesake before her death | Bee - Her eventual suffix received for her sting-y personality and sharp, steadfast snark.
( NICKNAMES. ) Honey (common) | Half-clanner (insults)
( GENDER. ) Cisgender female; uses feminine (she/her) pronouns.
( SEXUALITY. ) Unknown; disinterested in anything remotely romantic, believing it'll hold her back.
( AGE. ) Seven moons approximately. Born in mid-summer, somewhere in early July. Cancer.


( ALLIANCE. ) ShadowClan. Not essentially born there, but raised.
( RANK. ) Apprentice. Currently training under her mentor, Herontail.
( FAMILY. ) HONEY ( NPC ) x BEEWING ( NPC ). The sole survivor of her litter.


( BREED. ) Seal Mink Snow Bengal
( APPEARANCE. ) Honeypaw certainly lives up to her namesake — with her magnificent, off-white coat that’s incredibly soft and heavy to the touch, and rich, golden brown rosettes that decorate her entire form and thus give her a subtly creamier hue. She will, however, darken as she becomes older, going from light cream to a more intense reddish-gold sheen. Her eyes are wide, the color being an odd mixture of seafoam green and pale blue, and her paws and nose are noticeably marbled, splotched in darker variations of pink and tan. Size wise, she is much smaller than your average, seven moon old apprentice — an unfortunate side effect from being born premature. Her size, at times, is easily misjudged as her fur still holds that youthful,  feather-like texture of kittenhood. Though she’s not so much short and frail as she is petite, at least in terms of overall build.

( PHYSICAL DISORDERS. ) Being born several weeks premature, she suffered a viral infection that quickly spread through out the majority of her lungs as a young kitten, leaving her with lasting, irreversible damage now that she's reached apprenticeship. Every now and again when exposed to high altitudes, or long periods of rigorous training, she'll succumb to wheezing or coughing fits, and if gone unattended may seriously obscure her breathing.

( REFERENCES. ) KittenhoodAdulthood


( PERSONALITY. ) With her dangerously quick wit, clever mind, and sharp, merciless tongue that knows no bounds in terms of backtalk and sass, Honeypaw is more than just a handful. In fact, she’s more of a challenge, if anything. Equal parts feisty and stubborn, this hellraiser is known to actively speak her mind, often times thinking very little of the repercussions of her words and instead telling it exactly how she sees it, weather her opinion on the matter is desired or not. Uneasily swayed by others, she makes a point of sticking with her gut feeling the majority of the time, and is rather hard headed when it comes to changing her mind. 

Though she manages to hide it well through her harsh words and uncaring facade, Honeypaw is incredibly ambitious, and catches on quickly to new material and techniques, no matter the teaching method. It may take her a bit to perfect, as her attention span is short, and her curiosity endless, but she’ll get there sooner than most with the necessary practice. She is very self-critical, you see, and finds it hard being anything less than perfect at what she’s being taught the first time around. She’ll spend hours training, driving her body to its absolute limits, and when you ask about her soreness the following day she’d rather lie through her teeth than admit she was out late at night, practicing something she had verbally deemed useless to your face.   

Despite her petite stature and unthreatening, doe eyed appearance, she actually has quite the nasty temper on her. Her anger is short fused and fiery, and is more often than not followed by bouts of petty violence — a quick, much deserving whack, or a nasty cuff around the ear. She won't, however, snap unless provoked, so it's much safer to simply stay on her 'pleasant' side. Some may think of her as abrasive and perhaps even a tad bit too intense, and although it's true, there is reason for it. Wrapped in callousness, uncaring words, and graceless, nonexistent composure is her own insecurity, which gnaws away at her daily.

( MENTAL DISORDERS. ) None at the moment.
( PHOBIAS / FEARS. ) Acrophobia is an extreme or irrational fear or phobia of heights, especially when one is not particularly high up. Autophobia is the fear of being alone or of loneliness. Solitude, even in a safe place like home, can cause extreme anxiety in those who struggle with the disorder.

( HOGWARTS HOUSE. ) Ravenclaw.
( MBTI TYPE. ) ENFP-T, Campaigner ( 57% Extroverted | 67% Intuitive | 58% Feeling | 81% Prospecting | 79% Turbulent). | & | More information on her personality type..


( RUNAWAY | AURORA ) "I was listening to the ocean / I saw a face in the sand / But when I picked it up / Then it vanished away from my hands." | "I had a dream I was seven / Climbing my way in a tree / I saw a piece of heaven, waiting, impatient for me." | "I was dancing in the rain / I felt alive and I can't complain / But take me home / Take me home where I belong / I can't take it anymore." | "But I kept running / For a soft place to fall / And I kept running / For a soft place to fall / And I was running far away / Would I fall off the world someday?"

( HONEY | RAVEENA ) "Winding down / The evening / Record on repeat / A little wine." | "Caught in my apartment / Not that rain is falling / But we need time." | "You’re milk and honey / A drink I drink before bed / Don’t you feel lucky / That we can end the day like that?" | "Milk and honey / Warm and lovely / Milk and honey / Warm and lovely." | "Love you make me feel it / Fantasy world in my room." | "Six doves flying over / Waterfall falling through my roof." | "We are water and roses / I need you like I need air / Spoonful of sugar / My cup is fuller when you’re there."
« Last Edit: June 19, 2018, 06:29:45 PM by HONEYPAW »
❪ HONEYBEE ┊ 07 MOONS ┊ APPRENTICE ┊ MENTOR: HERONTAIL ┊ REFERENCEINFORMATION

❝ WE WENT STRAWBERRY-PICKING A DECADE AGO BUT IT FEELS LIKE ONLY LAST SUMMER; CRUSHED FRUITS BETWEEN THE PALMS OF OUR HANDS AND PLAYED MAKE-BELIEVE LIKE THE JUICE STAINING OUR FINGERTIPS CHERRY-PINK WAS A BLOOD BOND WHICH RAN DOWN TO OUR GRAZED ELBOWS IN FADING RIVULETS. THERE IS SOMETHING DESOLATE ABOUT CHILDHOOD THAT REMINDS ME OF YOU WHENEVER I EAT WILD BERRIES, HOW WE WENT FORAGING BARE-SKINNED, HOW WE WENT SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING WE NEVER KNEW WAS MISSING. DRIFTING APART ALWAYS SEEMS TO HURT MORE AS IT HAPPENS. RIGHT NOW, EVERYTHING WITHOUT YOU IS ALMOST STICKY-SWEET. IT TASTES LIKE NECTAR.                                   


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« Reply #2 on: June 18, 2018, 10:54:54 PM »

« Last Edit: June 19, 2018, 01:25:31 PM by HONEYPAW »
❪ HONEYBEE ┊ 07 MOONS ┊ APPRENTICE ┊ MENTOR: HERONTAIL ┊ REFERENCEINFORMATION

❝ WE WENT STRAWBERRY-PICKING A DECADE AGO BUT IT FEELS LIKE ONLY LAST SUMMER; CRUSHED FRUITS BETWEEN THE PALMS OF OUR HANDS AND PLAYED MAKE-BELIEVE LIKE THE JUICE STAINING OUR FINGERTIPS CHERRY-PINK WAS A BLOOD BOND WHICH RAN DOWN TO OUR GRAZED ELBOWS IN FADING RIVULETS. THERE IS SOMETHING DESOLATE ABOUT CHILDHOOD THAT REMINDS ME OF YOU WHENEVER I EAT WILD BERRIES, HOW WE WENT FORAGING BARE-SKINNED, HOW WE WENT SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING WE NEVER KNEW WAS MISSING. DRIFTING APART ALWAYS SEEMS TO HURT MORE AS IT HAPPENS. RIGHT NOW, EVERYTHING WITHOUT YOU IS ALMOST STICKY-SWEET. IT TASTES LIKE NECTAR.