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The cat, not the shower.

Maplefeather's build is close to that of a Maine Coon - not overly huge, but you couldn't get away with saying she was small, either. She was never meant to be the cat running as a messenger (although she does have the broad chest to hold large lungs) but rather the one to fight. She has short legs, built for crouching down among the many bushes and trees in her homeland, and short ears ideal for flattening in the case that she would have to hide. A long, graceful tail isn't exactly ideal for being stealthy, but it sure proves handy when she trips - yet again - off the side of the cliff into the camp, only to land safely to her paws.

Like the Maine Coon she is based off of, Maplefeather has the long, beautiful fur envied by many she-cats seeking a mate. She easily disappears into the leaves of an autumn day as she flattens down, her earth colored fur slipping right in with the rest of the world. Maplefeather's gentle brown shading turns the eye away from what would otherwise be a giveaway - the shape of her legs, the ears on her head. Even her tail, cunningly twisted, only looks like a gentle slope in the earth. Her only flaw in her camouflage is that her fur is silky to the touch - and her wide, expressive eyes are the color of the east horizon the moment before the sun rises.

Her face is no disappointment to be compared with the rest of Maplefeather's body. It's almost perfectly proportioned, just a touch too big for the size of her shoulders. Somehow, it adds to her charm - the oval eyes, giving even more expression than most of her Clanmates'. True to her breed, Maplefeather's muzzle is in a visible square, with no pointedness or tapering. Her ears provide the confirmation that she is in no way a true Maine Coon, with their size and being farther apart, but the rest of her face may show a different side to the story.

This pretty she-cat isn't really the nicest one in the world - she has a tendency to be selfish, rude, obnoxious, and ignorant. She imagines herself to be better than she really is, and this tends to get on the nerves of her Clanmates. Maplefeather often wastes time on patrols flirting with the toms, so she occasionally comes back with zero prey to show for her "efforts". Not that anyone can do anything about it. She has too much ego to pay attention to authority.

She does have her good sides though. Once you get her to quit messing around, she's a genuine hard worker - if she wasn't so obnoxious, perhaps she'd be a good mentor one day. Maplefeather has intense loyalty for those she cares about, and can make a snap decision. She, like many pretty girls, has the ability to...change cats' minds around.
The only souls she really respects are her Clan's deputy - leaders have little to do with organizing patrols - and her kin.

Likes:

Rabbit
Play-fights
Independence
Toms
Flirting
Neat fur
Kits
Snow

Dislikes:

Lizards
Hunting
Mud
Rain
Being ordered around
Liars

A spunky kit, Maplefeather was born to a queen who couldn't wait to get back to warrior duties. Many times, her kits were left to their own devices so Featherears could go on patrol. Maplefeather raised herself, practically, with the gentle guidance of the other queen in the nursery. By the time she and her siblings turned six moons old, all but Maplefeather had died of malnutrition. Even after watching her siblings starve to death, it didn't change the she-cat's outlook on life - in fact, it stuck the idea into her mind that she was the one to survive for a reason. She constantly tried to sneak out of camp with the apprentices, wishing desperately she could be one too.
To divert her attention, Maplefeather's father taught her a few basic hunting moves, and those kept her occupied until the she-cat was finally granted a mentor.

In her apprenticeship, Maplefeather worked hard and diligently to be the best cat she could be - that is, when she wasn't distracting her man friends. Her mentor, Nightgaze, was in particular quite handsome, and was easily able to get Maplefeather to concentrate. When she wasn't training with Nightgaze, the ginger she-cat was gathering moss, or disrupting the elders' naps with practice pounces.
Her first battle was a skirmish on the border with some WindClan warriors itching for a fight. The fight was easily won, with four warriors to two, although one of the warriors took a liking to Maplefeather. Unable to understand why anyone would take a mate from another Clan, she left him in the dust.

The day for Maplefeather's warrior ceremony finally arrived when she turned 14 moons. She was given the name "feather" for her long, plumy tail, and also because of her mother's name, which only boosted her ego even more. She nearly fell asleep on her vigil, but managed to make it through the night. Two moons after being relieved of his apprentice, Nightgaze died in a bad bout of greencough. Although she wishes he and her siblings were still alive, Maplefeather has managed to move on, and remains today to be the same mouse-brained beauty she was as an apprentice.

Parents:

Featherears the queen / alive deceased
Shortclaw the tom / alive deceased

Siblings:

Minnowkit the queen / alive deceased
Skykit the tom / alive deceased

Mentors/Apprentices:

Nightgaze the tom / alive deceased
Redpaw the tom / alive deceased