Post by kestrelpaw on Nov 10, 2012 13:34:46 GMT -5
[style=font-family:georgia; padding-left: 0px; font-size:18px; color: #00d2ff; text-align: left;]\\ run fast for your mother, run fast for your father - NAME: GENDER: I'm a she-cat, can't you tell? CLAN: Well I was born a loner, but my heart lies with RiverClan now. RANK: I'm an apprentice, learning the ways of clan life. I've been an apprentice for a little while. Soon enough, I'll be a warrior. MENTOR: I don't have one right now. AGE: 10 moons (10 months). SOUNDTRACK: Dog Days Are Over - Florence and the Machine DESCRIPTION: A lean, white and light brown she-cat with long legs and icy blue eyes. APPEARANCE: build - I was born with a sleek, slender figure. I'm not a very muscular cat, and I'm more lanky than anything. I'm built for agility and.. well.. swimming, as I've recently learned. All RiverClan cats swim, and I'm pretty damn good at it too.. anyways, I'm known for my long legs. I'm taller than a lot of cats in the territories and I have a really long, skinny tail. It's obvious I wasn't born a clan cat, huh? Yeah. pelt - My pelt is short and cleanly-kept. It's becoming sleek and shiny like a RiverClan cat's fur. I've been swimming enough to make my fur slippery like a fish. It's kinda nice, actually, much easier to groom. So, back to business, my fur is white and light brown. My belly, throat, muzzle, most of my legs, and the tip of my tail are white. My head, ears, back, rump, and tail are a light tabby-striped brown. My father said the brown parts of my fur had the pattern of a kestrel's feathers. eyes - I have a gaze of icy blue. They're pretty much always the same color, so I can't say they change in the light or anything cool like that. They're always the same cold, watery blue color. They get sharp like icicles when I'm upset about something, and I've been told they can be quite intimidating. scars - I have a lot of small scars under my fur. Scratches and bites, for the most part. Life with my father was rough as a kitten, and we ran into a lot of problems on our own. He was also an angry tom and.. we'll get to that later, ok? PERSONALITY: Five words that describe me, huh? Great StarClan, you're nosy. quiet - I'm not the most social feline in RiverClan. It's not that I'm awkward or anything, I just don't like talking. I don't speak unless I'm spoken to, or if it's absolutely necessary.. I'm afraid if I talk too much, I'll spill secrets, whether their mine or someone else's.. so I tend to just keep quiet. protective - This word can go two ways. I'm protective of myself, and I'm protective of the ones I care about. When it comes to others, I can be a fierce friend. I try my best to shield others from pain, because I can't stand to see the ones I love hurt.. With myself, I am a defensive creature. I don't let others pry on my past. I've put up a wall of brambles and thorns to protect myself from others, and I'll do my best to keep it there. One day, maybe, someone will be able to tear it down.. trustworthy - I may not be a talker, but I'm a listener. Secrets are safe with me, and if someone is in need of talking, I'm always here to listen. You can trust me to simply do my duties as a clan cat also. I wasn't born in RiverClan, so cats may be suspicious, but I have no intention of leaving or jeopardizing the clan. I was born to be a RiverClan cat, and I'm not going to ruin a future like that. strong - I may be young, but I have been through a lot. I am scarred and hurt, but I don't let that stop me. My past just drives me to be the best RiverClan cat I can be, and I'll be damned if I don't become a great warrior. I often have nightmares or trouble sleeping, and some days are worse than others, but I try my best to keep my head up. tempered - Look, I am an overall friendly she-cat, I just have a bit of a temper. If people ask or pry about my past, I tend to snap or get angry. I don't like talking about myself or where I came from. Simple as that. You're probably the first I've told. Don't ask questions, just let me talk, got it? Good. likes hunting warm weather running sunlight in fur fish being trusted kits dislikes eating bugs or grass blood cold weather thunderstorms deep water being alone nosy cats HISTORY: Sit tight, okay? I have quite the story to tell, and a fast-paced one at that. kithood - I was born in the middle of leaf-bare to my mother, Lily, and my father, Hawk. I had two brothers, Blackbird and Robin, and a sister, Thrush.. I guess it all started when my mother died giving birth to us. I don't know the details, really. Hawk tried to be a good father to us.. at first. He found this poor, unhealthy she-cat with her own set of 4 kittens to nurse us. During this time, two of the she-cat's kits died. After we were old enough to eat prey, the she-cat vanished, along with my sister, Thrush. At the time, my brothers and I didn't understand what happened, but I believe she stole her away from us.. this was the breaking point for my father. His temper flared quite often, and around our second moon, he stopped hunting for us. When he did, the prey was brutally ripped to shreds, and we were left with scraps left on the bones. At about 3 moons old one of my brothers, Robin, died of starvation. This drove Hawk further into madness. He stopped feeding us altogether, and he became physically cruel. When we didn't listen, he would shove us around and hit us. Not too hard, but hard enough to hurt. Blackbird and I survived by ourselves most of the time, eating bugs we dug for in dirt and plants. When there were no bugs, we ate grass, and flowers as new-leaf came around.. hey, it was better than nothing. My father often disappeared and came back with blood all over him.. we didn't understand why, but I think he was just killing prey for the hell of it. It was frightening.. Life went on like this for 2 moons, all the while my brother and I fended for ourselves, and Hawk would become crueler and more vicious. A little after our 5th moon, life changed drastically. One night Hawk woke us up, yowling and babbling about us killing our mother. He clawed and bit at us, badly wounding my brother, and giving me some hits to remember. He would've killed us if I hadn't chomped on one of his paws, giving us a moment to escape. With Blackbird wounded, we ran and ran and ran. Hawk chased and howled after us for a while, but after an hour or so, he vanished. We ran for a moon through the forest we knew, over thunderpaths, through open farmland, and finally through a twolegplace. Through our travels, Blackbird was weak. His wound, a long scratch along his left side, made him sick. I found us food and water and shelter, and tried my best to keep him safe.. I knew someone would help us somewhere. We would find a home.. I could feel it in my gut. We lived in the twolegplace for a few weeks, eating trash and hiding. Two weeks or so after our 6th moon, we were digging through a twoleg's garden, and were caught. It snatched us up, but I bit and clawed at it, and I escaped. Blackbird was too weak. He told me to run, and I did. I ran and ran, and miraculously came to another forest.. a forest with the scent of cats. Lots of them. apprenticeship - I was upset and angry while I was in the forest. I blamed myself for losing Blackbird. I could've helped him, I know I could've. I just.. I was terrified.. anyways, I knew there were cats in the forest, cats of which I later learned were ThunderClan cats, and I stayed away from them. I was afraid they'd hurt me or chase me away, so I stayed low. My second night in the forest, I was sleeping in a patch of plants and undergrowth, when a ThunderClan cat found me. Scared and defensive, I clawed them on the nose, and ran. The cat chased me out and into a more open land. I stumbled past Sunning Rocks and fell into a river. At first the water was violent, and I yelled like a madcat, but I held my breath and prayed to whatever higher being was out there to save me from the river. On the brink of drowning, I felt teeth in my scruff. A RiverClan cat fished me out of the water near the camp. I mewled and cried and yowled like a frightened kitten after I coughed up the water. I was a horribly skinny, patchy-furred little thing when I arrived at RiverClan.. they took me in. They saw something brave in me, something strong. Now here I am. I've been an apprentice for a while, but I started late at 7 moons, so I have a little while to go. Cats are still curious of me because I won't reveal my past. They assume I've been through traumatic experiences, so not many pry. I survived, and I'm strong now. I have a home, and I thank StarClan every day for answering that prayer in the river. I was born for this life, for these beliefs.. I'm training well, and I love RiverClan. Maybe one day I'll see Blackbird again, or even Thrush, if they're still alive. ROLE PLAYER: Shutter ♥ - run for your children, for your sisters and your brothers // [/style] |
