Mintpaw

[attr="class","arrgenMAINTEXT"]Mintpaw is a gentle, meek she-cat. For such a small apprentice, she has a large heart and loves with all that she has. Her emotions are genuine and sincere, if she cares about you, she would go to the ends of this earth to prove it. She is the type of cat who wears her heart on her sleeve.

Even in the hardest of times, her kindness always prevails. Mintpaw swears she will never let the evil in the world turn her bitter, and she vows to live in a way to be the change she wishes to see in the world. She does this by being thoughtful. Mintpaw is the type of cat who is always thinking about others in everything that she does. Whether it’s by checking up on them, or lending a paw without being asked. She is a carefree spirit, making the most of life and not allowing little things to seriously affect her.

However, there always exists two sides to every coin. Her positive attributes all mirror similar negative qualities. While she’s carefree, she’s also painfully naive, taking most of the world at face value and struggling to read between the lines. Sadly, she can be gullible and easily manipulated because of this.

Mintpaw is also a daydreamer who constantly has her head in the clouds. While she’s stuck on envisioning things as she’d like them to be, she often loses focus on being in the moment and present in the real world. The she-cat is also very idealistic, picturing the perfect scenarios that just don’t fit in with reality all the time.

Unfortunately, this can make the young she-cat very stubborn when things don’t play out as she wants them to. She has a hard time settling for less than the best because of this trait, and can feel let down when her expectations aren’t met.

Another defining quality is how sensitive she is. Mintpaw being as kind and warmhearted as she is, is easily crushed by the meanness in others because she cannot comprehend how mean spirited some cats can be. She takes even the most minor criticisms to heart, and reflects on mean words for a long, long time if ever a memory surfaces of a cat saying or doing something cruel to her.

[attr="class","arrgenMAINTEXT"]Mintkit had been born beside her sister Sagekit in a litter of two to a RiverClan queen named Thistletail. Details of who their father is was never revealed to them. However, it didn’t matter. The two kits had lives that were enriched and full of love. The nursery had been occupied by other queens as well, giving the two she-kits many friends to play with.

Of those kits had been Hailstorm’s kits; Sedgekit, Pebblekit, and Murk-kit who were only a moon older than they were. Being that they were close in age, the two litters became friends and played with each other whenever they had the chance.

Although Pebblekit spent most of her younger moons under Nettleheart’s care, the two sisters found themselves occupied playing their childlike games with the two brothers. Sedgekit however, wasn’t as kind as his brother Murk-kit. Though he was kind to Sagekit, for some reason Mintkit always found herself bullied by the young tom.

Sedgekit had always been rough with her and constantly teased her despite Hailstorm’s scoldings. This caused Mintkit to keep her distance as best as she could, instead choosing to only interact with Murk-kit.

As she got older, she started to admire Sedgekit from afar. At first she hated herself for finding and appreciating good qualities in a cat who tormented her. But as the three grew up and became apprentices, Mintkit found herself missing the tom and couldn’t wait for the moon to pass when she could join him in the apprentices' den.

That moon would pass quickly, and soon the two sisters became Mintpaw and Sagepaw. Shortly after moving from the nursery to the apprentices’ den something unexpected happened: Mintpaw found herself absolutely smitten with the dark tom who used to pick on her.

Completely embarrassed by her newfound infatuation; she told no one about it, not even Sagepaw. Nevertheless, the young she-cat couldn’t deny the feelings she got whenever he was around. Even the simplest look or comment in her direction made her flustered, and babbling like an idiot. She daydreamed about them taking walks along the riverbank together, tails entwined. StarClan, how did this happen?

A few moons after becoming an apprentice tragedy would strike. Sedgepaw was a part of the RiverClan patrol giving WindClan back up in exiling their tyrannical leader. While she had been in RiverClan camp while it happened, Sedgepaw and his siblings hadn’t been lucky. In horror she watched as Yellowstrike carried his limp, lifeless looking form back into camp. Her heart shattered.

By the grace of StarClan, he would pull through. Often Mintpaw found her paws wandering toward the medicine den to check up on him under the guise of seeing her close friend Pebblepaw. She sat beside the two siblings somberly, offering to help out in the medicine den whenever she could. Although Sedgepaw’s face was now heavily scarred, it did not extinguish the flames of her attraction for him, if anything the fire grew hotter.

He was still handsome, in a very rugged and masculine way. The battle only served as a reminder at how short life is and to make the most of it. For Mintpaw, this meant coming out of her comfort zone and trying to become friends with the tom who only seemed to be in a worse mood now and less social than ever.

However, she does not let his short, abrasive moods hinder her as she tries to be noticed by him as more than a friend. One day, maybe, she’ll overcome her fears and shyness and confess how she feels. It’s only a matter of waiting for the right moment.