Post by ~Rain on Sept 25, 2013 17:57:52 GMT -5
Personal Info
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Name: Featherpaw
Age: 6 moons
Gender: Female
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Apprentice
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Visual
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Formal Discription: A beauty cursed by a difference in appearance from her clan mates, Featherpaw has a lovely reddish orange coat with sincere green eyes and a small pink nose to accent her vibrant colors. Lighter markings circle her eyes as well as bits of her face, stopping at where white starts at her muzzle and tracks down to her chin, neck, and underbelly. Darker stripes are noticed on her forehead and face as well, but are less noticeable on her back and become better apparent on her legs and fluffy tail.
In view of the fact that her mother wasn't entirely of clan blood, Featherpaw inherited a bigger stature and heavier coat than her smaller and lithe clan-mates. A long, vivid scar shows running across her flank that was inflicted by a fox when she was a kit. She has seven toes on each of her front paws and even though most her clan-mates accept her as she is, Featherpaw is self-conscious of them as well as her birth.
Breed: Mix
Summary Description Orange, long-haired tabby with fern green eyes and seven toes on each of her front paws.
Imagery: wallpaper.pickywallpapers.com/1366x768/young-cat-lying-on-wooden-boards.jpg
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Life
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Personality: To outsiders, Featherpaw appears to project an aura of self-confience which is usually mistaken as arrogance. However, in truth, she only coveys such a mood because of being observant and better aware of her surroundings and events than most cats. Featherpaw is indeed quite confident in herself at times and is never afraid to try something new. Be that as it may, she doesn't boast about herself since she is aware of how others may view her. Regardless of what other individuals think, she doesn't waste her time worrying about opinions based on her actual character and is determined to perfect her skills as best as she can for her clan considering that she feels the need to prove herself more often than her fellow clan-mates.
Although to most it wouldn't make sense, Featherpaw knows what she knows as well as knows what she doesn't know which makes the assumption of her acting superior a complete exaggeration. Nevertheless, she will disregard authority if she believes she has a better idea and considers those to be "slacking," including higher-ranked characters, a waste of her time or respect. It has been known for her to make critical decisions without consulting her clan-mates as and seizes opportunities which others might not even notice. She enjoys improving upon anything that holds her interest and loves to figure things out, having an unusual independence of mind which ultimately frees her from the constraints of authority.
Relationships Preferring to listen rather talk, Featherpaw is usually silent around her clan mates as well as any of those she deems as friends. Although she is capable of caring for others (usually a select few), she is unwilling to commit or put any effort into forming relationships. Featherpaw is rather impassive with other individuals (except for Cindermist) and only wants others to start making sense to her as she is easily misread and misunderstood even if she can comprehend and appreciate others.
History It was a bit of shock when Featherkit was born. Her front paws had seven toes on each and although it was known to happen from time to time, many cats became uncomfortable with the condition wondering if it was an omen from StarClan. It made the fact worse when their mother left a few days after their birth to live with her father as a rouge, forcing another queen who had lost her kits prior to their birth to care for them. Mousewhisker, although slightly neglectful and uncomfortable with Featherkit's mutation, did her job to make them into strong, healthy kits even though she would make stinging remarks from time to time about Featherkit's paws. The young she-cat felt judged cruelly during her first moon of life and even if Firekit tried to comfort and reassure her, they both couldn't ignore the fact that with Firekit's strength and anomaly free body, he was liked far better than herself. Featherkit, however, wore her strength in the vast reaches of her mind.
The silence in the den was muffling to Featherkit's active mind as she and Firekit watched Mousewhisker nibbling at a rabbit. The queen seemed to be pretending that they weren't there, looking anywhere with her yellow eyes but at them, especially Featherkit's paws. Firekit's ginger fur fluffed up suddenly as he shook himself out. "Brrr! Its kind of chilly just sitting here..." he said awkwardly, peering at Mousewhisker with a questioning look, "Could we go outside and play?"
It took a few moments for the brown she-cat to answer with her jaws crunching slowly on the bones. For a moment, Featherkit thought she was going to ignore Firekit's question until she finally swallowed and slowly moved her gaze to the two of them. "Go play then. I don't know why you're bothering to ask me at all since we all know that I would rather eat this prey in peace rather than without discomforting distractions." she muttered. Featherkit and Firekit flinched, both knowing all too well that the "distraction" was actually her paws.
Featherpaw, even as a kit, was cleverer than Firekit who enjoyed play fighting more than anything else and would usually force Featherkit to play against her will. However, it normally didn't prove a problem as she would usually come up with a plan to outsmart and take down her brother in one way or another. This sort of play continued until the two siblings became two moons old in which case their older brother, Cindermist, approached them for the first time since they were born. Cindermist, who was more alike to Featherkit than Firekit, showed outmost favoritism to his younger sister. Featherkit soaked happily in his attention and became attached to her older brother, always consoled by his words and presence.
The solid ginger fur of her brother was no where to be seen against the colder morning of leaf-bare. The moors appeared wilted and brown now, but Featherkit didn't mind this change from her birth moon. Unlike her smaller and short-haired clan mates, the long-haired she-cat was comfortable in the chill. She peered around her once more, searching for the similar color of fur that was Firekit. Instead, she spotted a familiar shape of her older brother, Cindermist, cautiously approaching her.
Although Featherkit knew that Cindermist had also been her mothers son, she had never talked to him and always felt that he disliked both of them. Therefore, she never tried to speak to him and urged Firekit to do the same and not to bother their other sibling. Regardless of all the times that he ignored them, the gray tom appeared to be willing to speak to them just this once.
Cindermist paused a few tail lengths away with a hesitant look in his yellow eyes. Finally he took the last few steps toward her and dipped his head to touch her ear, "Hello dear sister." Featherkit's heart swelled with happiness as she heard the acceptance and affection in his voice. At that moment, Firekit burst out from the Nursery, barreling into Cindermist before he could stop himself. Featherkit let out a mrrow of laughter and was soon echoed by both of her brothers.
Firekit became jealous of their preferable relationship in which case he was usually left "ignored" (more like felt that he was) in their presence. Featherkit, being as aware as she is, tried to persuade her brother to get to know Cindermist more and reassured him that she and he would always be the closer of siblings. Firekit agreed in the end and tried to become closer to his older brother in which case they left the camp for a short time to walk with one another and left Featherkit to sleep.
When Featherkit awoke, Cindermist was sitting next to her nest, much to the annoyance of Mousewhisker who muttered to herself every few heart beats about how she should be sleeping. Featherkit's brother looked impressive against the moon light shimmering against his stony pelt.
"There has been an accident, Featherkit..." her brother murmured in a hushed voice as Mousewhisker peered alarmingly at him. "I had took Firekit out to see a bit of the camp outside... There was a fox. It had been down-wind from us and I didn't realize it approaching... Before I could do anything... Firekit..." he dropped off, looking anywhere but at her.
Although Featherkit felt that she should feel grief or sympathy for both of her brothers, she couldn't get her emotions to do anything and felt dead inside during that night. She was in shock. The next morning, however, a rage that she had never felt flared up inside of her and she snuck out of the camp during the next night and found the foxes den where she went in and was soon about to be killed when Cindermist arrived with a patrol of warriors. Featherkit had received her first scar. A long, ugly wound stretched across her flank. A few moons passed and she became an apprentice to (Who?), maturing over that time and becoming who she is now.
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Famliy
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Mother: Moltedleaf (Born from a clan cat and rouge.)
Father: Ivyclaw
Siblings: Cindermist (Brother --- Alive), Firekit (Brother --- Deceased)
Mate:
Kits:
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Name: Featherpaw
Age: 6 moons
Gender: Female
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Apprentice
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Visual
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Formal Discription: A beauty cursed by a difference in appearance from her clan mates, Featherpaw has a lovely reddish orange coat with sincere green eyes and a small pink nose to accent her vibrant colors. Lighter markings circle her eyes as well as bits of her face, stopping at where white starts at her muzzle and tracks down to her chin, neck, and underbelly. Darker stripes are noticed on her forehead and face as well, but are less noticeable on her back and become better apparent on her legs and fluffy tail.
In view of the fact that her mother wasn't entirely of clan blood, Featherpaw inherited a bigger stature and heavier coat than her smaller and lithe clan-mates. A long, vivid scar shows running across her flank that was inflicted by a fox when she was a kit. She has seven toes on each of her front paws and even though most her clan-mates accept her as she is, Featherpaw is self-conscious of them as well as her birth.
Breed: Mix
Summary Description Orange, long-haired tabby with fern green eyes and seven toes on each of her front paws.
Imagery: wallpaper.pickywallpapers.com/1366x768/young-cat-lying-on-wooden-boards.jpg
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Life
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Personality: To outsiders, Featherpaw appears to project an aura of self-confience which is usually mistaken as arrogance. However, in truth, she only coveys such a mood because of being observant and better aware of her surroundings and events than most cats. Featherpaw is indeed quite confident in herself at times and is never afraid to try something new. Be that as it may, she doesn't boast about herself since she is aware of how others may view her. Regardless of what other individuals think, she doesn't waste her time worrying about opinions based on her actual character and is determined to perfect her skills as best as she can for her clan considering that she feels the need to prove herself more often than her fellow clan-mates.
Although to most it wouldn't make sense, Featherpaw knows what she knows as well as knows what she doesn't know which makes the assumption of her acting superior a complete exaggeration. Nevertheless, she will disregard authority if she believes she has a better idea and considers those to be "slacking," including higher-ranked characters, a waste of her time or respect. It has been known for her to make critical decisions without consulting her clan-mates as and seizes opportunities which others might not even notice. She enjoys improving upon anything that holds her interest and loves to figure things out, having an unusual independence of mind which ultimately frees her from the constraints of authority.
Relationships Preferring to listen rather talk, Featherpaw is usually silent around her clan mates as well as any of those she deems as friends. Although she is capable of caring for others (usually a select few), she is unwilling to commit or put any effort into forming relationships. Featherpaw is rather impassive with other individuals (except for Cindermist) and only wants others to start making sense to her as she is easily misread and misunderstood even if she can comprehend and appreciate others.
History It was a bit of shock when Featherkit was born. Her front paws had seven toes on each and although it was known to happen from time to time, many cats became uncomfortable with the condition wondering if it was an omen from StarClan. It made the fact worse when their mother left a few days after their birth to live with her father as a rouge, forcing another queen who had lost her kits prior to their birth to care for them. Mousewhisker, although slightly neglectful and uncomfortable with Featherkit's mutation, did her job to make them into strong, healthy kits even though she would make stinging remarks from time to time about Featherkit's paws. The young she-cat felt judged cruelly during her first moon of life and even if Firekit tried to comfort and reassure her, they both couldn't ignore the fact that with Firekit's strength and anomaly free body, he was liked far better than herself. Featherkit, however, wore her strength in the vast reaches of her mind.
The silence in the den was muffling to Featherkit's active mind as she and Firekit watched Mousewhisker nibbling at a rabbit. The queen seemed to be pretending that they weren't there, looking anywhere with her yellow eyes but at them, especially Featherkit's paws. Firekit's ginger fur fluffed up suddenly as he shook himself out. "Brrr! Its kind of chilly just sitting here..." he said awkwardly, peering at Mousewhisker with a questioning look, "Could we go outside and play?"
It took a few moments for the brown she-cat to answer with her jaws crunching slowly on the bones. For a moment, Featherkit thought she was going to ignore Firekit's question until she finally swallowed and slowly moved her gaze to the two of them. "Go play then. I don't know why you're bothering to ask me at all since we all know that I would rather eat this prey in peace rather than without discomforting distractions." she muttered. Featherkit and Firekit flinched, both knowing all too well that the "distraction" was actually her paws.
Featherpaw, even as a kit, was cleverer than Firekit who enjoyed play fighting more than anything else and would usually force Featherkit to play against her will. However, it normally didn't prove a problem as she would usually come up with a plan to outsmart and take down her brother in one way or another. This sort of play continued until the two siblings became two moons old in which case their older brother, Cindermist, approached them for the first time since they were born. Cindermist, who was more alike to Featherkit than Firekit, showed outmost favoritism to his younger sister. Featherkit soaked happily in his attention and became attached to her older brother, always consoled by his words and presence.
The solid ginger fur of her brother was no where to be seen against the colder morning of leaf-bare. The moors appeared wilted and brown now, but Featherkit didn't mind this change from her birth moon. Unlike her smaller and short-haired clan mates, the long-haired she-cat was comfortable in the chill. She peered around her once more, searching for the similar color of fur that was Firekit. Instead, she spotted a familiar shape of her older brother, Cindermist, cautiously approaching her.
Although Featherkit knew that Cindermist had also been her mothers son, she had never talked to him and always felt that he disliked both of them. Therefore, she never tried to speak to him and urged Firekit to do the same and not to bother their other sibling. Regardless of all the times that he ignored them, the gray tom appeared to be willing to speak to them just this once.
Cindermist paused a few tail lengths away with a hesitant look in his yellow eyes. Finally he took the last few steps toward her and dipped his head to touch her ear, "Hello dear sister." Featherkit's heart swelled with happiness as she heard the acceptance and affection in his voice. At that moment, Firekit burst out from the Nursery, barreling into Cindermist before he could stop himself. Featherkit let out a mrrow of laughter and was soon echoed by both of her brothers.
Firekit became jealous of their preferable relationship in which case he was usually left "ignored" (more like felt that he was) in their presence. Featherkit, being as aware as she is, tried to persuade her brother to get to know Cindermist more and reassured him that she and he would always be the closer of siblings. Firekit agreed in the end and tried to become closer to his older brother in which case they left the camp for a short time to walk with one another and left Featherkit to sleep.
When Featherkit awoke, Cindermist was sitting next to her nest, much to the annoyance of Mousewhisker who muttered to herself every few heart beats about how she should be sleeping. Featherkit's brother looked impressive against the moon light shimmering against his stony pelt.
"There has been an accident, Featherkit..." her brother murmured in a hushed voice as Mousewhisker peered alarmingly at him. "I had took Firekit out to see a bit of the camp outside... There was a fox. It had been down-wind from us and I didn't realize it approaching... Before I could do anything... Firekit..." he dropped off, looking anywhere but at her.
Although Featherkit felt that she should feel grief or sympathy for both of her brothers, she couldn't get her emotions to do anything and felt dead inside during that night. She was in shock. The next morning, however, a rage that she had never felt flared up inside of her and she snuck out of the camp during the next night and found the foxes den where she went in and was soon about to be killed when Cindermist arrived with a patrol of warriors. Featherkit had received her first scar. A long, ugly wound stretched across her flank. A few moons passed and she became an apprentice to (Who?), maturing over that time and becoming who she is now.
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Famliy
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Mother: Moltedleaf (Born from a clan cat and rouge.)
Father: Ivyclaw
Siblings: Cindermist (Brother --- Alive), Firekit (Brother --- Deceased)
Mate:
Kits:
