Beewing

Beewing is a large flame-pointed she-cat with long, silky white fur. She is a purebred Ragdoll and possesses two large, jagged scars running along her pelt; one on her left shoulder, and the other on her right hind leg. Her eyes are a calm pale blue, and her features are soft and feminine. Her long cheek fur curls around her face.

Beewing is a soft-spoken and gentle soul, and considers herself the go-to cat when tragedy strikes. She has a very lighthearted and positive attitude, always willing to take a second opinion and see both sides of the situation before forming an opinion. She tries her best to be sincere and a good friend to her clanmates, however, she is a little oblivious to social cues, and tends to over-apologize for every mishap and misunderstanding she comes across.

She avoids confrontation when she can, but, despite her passive personality, she is willing to stand her ground if her clan is threatened.

Beewing was raised alongside her brother, Bumbleflight, and has spent her entire life within the brambles of her clan. She led a fairly normal kithood, being raised close to her brother and spending her time exploring the camp and playing with her denmates. The former leader, Crowstar, was close friends with their parents, and soon became a kind of parental figure to Beepaw. As she approached six moons, it was no surprise when she was made his apprentice. Despite being mentored under the clan's leader, she struggled greatly with her training, not having the same fighting spirit her brother had. She briefly considering settling for a role as a Herbalist, but, afraid to let her mentor down, she reluctantly continued. Even as she began to show results, she had already grown distant from her mentor, a strong settling animosity between them. Crowstar picked up on this, bitterly assuming that she was simply not taking his training seriously, and proclaimed that Beepaw was ready for her Warrior Assessment, despite being a few moons earlier than expected. Nervous, she obliged. Her test seemed simple enough, she was told to hunt in the fields by the Eagle's Nest.

Perhaps by Crowstar's intent, a golden eagle had laid claim to the territory, and charged Beepaw as soon as she approached the old tree. Narrowly surviving the encounter, Beepaw laid the freshly killed eagle at Crowstar's paws, and turned, returning to camp without him. After her injuries were treated, she was given her warrior name; Beewing, and a newfound mistrust of her leader. Beewing constantly questioned her former mentor's decision to put her through such endeavors, but time never healed their differences.

Crowstar died before she ever learned his intents, and some part of her didn't want to know.