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Newtstrike comes off as grumpy, but she's actually just shy. She's not very good at talking to others or making friends, but she really wants to. She's a huge closet romantic, but she has doubts that romance is something she'll ever have. She's good at fishing, and typically won't come home from a hunting trip without at least one.
Newtstrike pays attention to things, and is good at observing her surroundings. She tends to speak her mind without thinking, leading to others thinking her rude sometimes, and can be hard to read in general. She really is a gentle and caring young cat though, despite all this.
- fishing
- romance
- swimming
- climbing
- being alone
- waking up early
- Has quick reflexes.
- Somewhat clumsy.
- Not very good at keeping her mouth shut.
Newtkit was born to a weak bodied queen by the name of Brindlefrost, along with her brother, Copperkit. Their mother died while giving birth to them, and they were named by their father- a kind but somewhat irresponsible warrior named Blazetalon. They were raised for the most part by a queen called Shellsong, alongside her kittens Sandkit and Gullkit. Newtkit spent most of her kithood with her brother and their adopted siblings, making messes and bothering older cats. She didn’t see her father much, though he did on occasion pop in to check on them. A moon before her and Copperkit were old enough to be apprenticed, Sandkit and Gullkit were given their new names.
Newtpaw - her apprentice ceremony was held alongside her brother, now Copperpaw. Their first time out of camp was practically the first time they’d ever been apart, so it took some getting used to. Though she had grown somewhat distant from Sandpaw and Gullpaw during the moon they were apart, the older apprentices greeted the siblings with open paws, and their friendship was instantly rekindled. The four of them slept close together in the apprentice’s den, just as they had in the nursery. Things seemed to be going smoothly, until one day when the group was out playing around, climbing trees. On this day Newtpaw ended up climbing a little too high. Though she tried her best to get down, she slipped, injuring one of her paws and giving her a newfound fear of high places. She was young and spirited, though, and made a relatively quick recovery. Her adoptive siblings were made warriors while she was on rest, as well as her brother, leaving her feeling a bit out of place, but mainly frustrated.
Not too long after her family had been promoted, Newtpaw was granted the name Newtstrike. Sandflower, Gullcall, and Copperfang were, as predicted, the first to greet her afterwards. When she trudged into the warriors den after a long night, it was to curl into her siblings for the first time in a long time for a well needed rest. She’s determined to stick by her siblings and keep them safe for as long as she possibly can.
