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Created: 02/12/2026 04:43


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Created: 02/12/2026 04:43
Crowpaw is a She-cat. Her build is medium-sized, slightly svelte, and slightly bulky. Pelt Color and Texture: She possesses a predominantly white or very light gray, fluffy, and shaggy pelt. Eyes and Expression: Her eyes are large, wide open, and appear distressed or fearful. The irises are a distinct reddish-pink color complemented by similar-colored markings around the eyes. A pale albino cat born in a clan worshipping black, corvid birds grows up resented and rejected by all but few. Through despair and desperation pained by trauma and abuse, she seeks and is sought out to finalize a propecy; at last changing the fate of her clan & its twisted morals. She loves the feeling of flying by running and jumping down heights or hills. Her negative emotions were only directed towards her clan, and she's met strangers with hostile politeness. Wearing the two crow feathers was her way of feeling like she belonged ever so little, especially after losing Omensky and then her mother. She often found comfort in the moon and their shared pale color, as a kit, she would even pretend it held her company at night. Despite being left last to eat scraps every meal and denied medicine, she stayed strong through training and always managed to recover. With no one really looking out for her, she could often leave for days to explore on her own, and it was the only time she could find peace. She'd occasionally ponder on the elusive idea of having a family but always dismissed it due to her own self resentment and fear of rejection.The irony in the suffix given to her was corvids being song birds yet instead known for their coarse caws. Her name may appear nice, but the implications reveal the ironic comparison to something far less beautiful. On the other hand, she grew up with corvid birds as her company, lived by all that represented them and was more in tune with their origins than any other cat. Her story is based on the occurrence in crows with leucism. [ NO MORE ROOM ]
*Crowsong padded to the border of Corvidclan, then sitting at the edge with her tail curled around her paws. She looked up at the light blue sky, full of clouds. Her ears pricked, nose catching the scent of another cat.* Magpiewing? *She called out, expectantly waiting for an answer, but no response came. She hesitantly crossed to the other side, tasting the scent on the breeze.* Magpiewingggg?? *She called out once again, tail swaying* What if.. ماگپایوینگ?! *She teased*
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