Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2016 9:16:09 GMT -5
Name: Owlflight
Age: 20 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RainClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Description: A medium-sized she-cat with a base coat of silvery-grey fur that grows lighter as it touches her throat and belly. Over the base lie black tabby stripes, which grow darker and clearer as they cross her legs and tail. Her head carries typical black tabby markings, with two dark blotches on her brows, and lines trailing from the edges of her eyes towards her cheeks. Her nose is a dark pink and prone to sunburn in the heights of green-leaf, and her eyes are a soft and clear blue, glowing with a kindness that seems to encompass all of her features. She has a soft look about her, like she couldn't harm a fly even if she tried her darnedest. The look is, of course, deceptive, for how could a cat as soft as a kittypet survive long out in the wilderness? As she moves, the lean muscles beneath her pelt and the sureness of her step belay the image of softness that she unintentionally puts out.
Description Summary: Medium-sized silver tabby with blue eyes and a dark pink nose.
Personality: Cool-headed and steady, Owlflight keeps her senses in a crisis. It takes a lot to ruffle her up the wrong way, and she takes a rather calm and philosophical view on life. She sees nature as a wonder and loves to go out by herself and to watch the world around her. She loves all forms of weather, and even manages to see a beauty in some of the worst enemies of the clans, such as the fox and the badger.
The warrior has a deep inner strength, partially taken from her calm and assured nature, and holds an unshifting loyalty to her clanmates. She'll help with any and all tasks without complaint whenever she's in camp, but getting her into camp is the issue, as she prefers the solitude and peace of the territories to the hustle and bustle of camp. So many cats around her all the time are one of the few things that can really get under her skin, and she is often out solo-hunting.
Owlflight isn't very talkative or outwardly friendly, disliking it when cats come up to her with small talk. She thinks of her outwardly friendly and soft appearance as being a bit of a minor curse, since often kits approach her, thinking her motherly-looking. Having no kits of her own, she isn't really sure how to interact with them, and she usually rolls out awkward one-liners until she is left alone.
She is a fan of defence instead of offence, and of weathering the figurative storms in life rather than trying to do something directly to stop them. She goes through her life passively, and fights only when there's no other choice. She thinks that most things can be sorted out by talking them through rather than clawing each others ears off, and sometimes puts a little too much faith in other cats' willingness to discuss issues.
History: Owlkit was the largest of her litter, with her only sibling being a good third smaller than her. As they grew, the sizes began to even out, but Owlkit's strength was always greater, and she never stopped acting like she was the most entitled. Her parents scolded her often for teasing the other kits, and unfortunately she got a bit of a reputation around the camp for being a bit of a bully. Her sister, Daisykit, was the one who eventually took her down a peg. When the twins were around 3 moons old, Daisykit pushed back at Owlkit's rough play and ended up shoving Owlkit into an odd position as she fell, breaking her front right leg. Owlkit spent a while in the medicine den, filled with shame, embarrassment, and resentment, and was forced to reflect on the pain and bother that she'd been inflicting on her clan mates. She was worried that her sister hated her, but when she came out again with a healed limb, Daisykit was just happy to have her back, as she had felt worry and guilt herself, and their reunion was just each of them trying to apologise harder than the other. Due to her acceptance, Owlkit managed to let go of her negative feelings, and became more balanced and happy as she grew.
As an apprentice, Owlpaw began to grow increasingly solitary. It wasn't out of disliking anyone, but she just found that as she discovered more and more of the territories surrounding the camp that she just wanted to spend time alone in those places. She started to sneak out of camp regularly, shirking her responsibilities to go and stargaze, or to watch mice without hunting them. She grew fascinated by nature, and the wonder for it never truly left her. Of course she was scolded for sneaking off by herself, and as she got older she became more responsible about it, only going out after she'd done all her chores, and not straying as far. Her bond with Daisypaw grew stronger every day, despite her increasing solitude. They confided in each other all the time, and Owlpaw could see that her sister was changing too. One night, Daisypaw told her about a strange cat she had met out in the territories, a she-cat loner named Magpie. Daisypaw had been about to chase her away, but being still an inexperienced apprentice she had somehow ended up chatting with this cat instead. Owlpaw had laughed at the story, for it was typical of Daisypaw's scatty-brained behaviour. Daisypaw started meeting up with Magpie regularly though, sneaking out of camp to be with her, and over time Owlpaw began to grow jealous.
It went on for months, and as the seasons changed they graduated to warrior status. Still Owlflight kept her sister's secret about meeting up with the loner, but as time went on she grew more and more bitter about how much time Daisytail was spending with this Magpie loner. She couldn't bring herself to reveal her sister to the clan, but instead ended up confronting her angrily when they went hunting together one morning. Daisytail hadn't realised just how hurt her sister had been, and decided that it was probably for the best for her to stop seeing Magpie. She told herself that clan and family came first, and stopped going out to meet the loner. As the moons passed however, Daisytail grew increasingly withdrawn and unhappy she started to snap at Owlflight, and became depressive and lethargic. Concerns were raised about her being sick, but the medicine cat could find nothing physically wrong with her. This went on for a while before eventually Owlflight reached out to her, telling her that she had been wrong to be jealous, and that she had been selfish to try to force her sister away from what made her happy.
Daisytail reached an ultimatum. She knew from the scents at the borders that Magpie still waited for her, forever drifting on the boundaries and never welcome to stay, but she feared the clan's acceptance not only of a longer but of the deep affection that had grown between her and Magpie that was far more than just friendly. Agonised, she told Owlflight that she had to leave the clan, to strike out and find Magpie, so that the two of them could live together and be happy. It was a horrible day for the twins, but it seemed like the only way, and so that night Owlflight bid goodbye to her sister, her closest friend. She told the clan that she had no idea why her sister had left, as she knew that Daisytail didn't want anyone to know. Search parties came back with nothing, for she had left on a stormy night on purpose to cover her tracks, and Owlflight was left to grieve.
Other: Unusually strong for her size, but equally unusually slow
Age: 20 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RainClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Description: A medium-sized she-cat with a base coat of silvery-grey fur that grows lighter as it touches her throat and belly. Over the base lie black tabby stripes, which grow darker and clearer as they cross her legs and tail. Her head carries typical black tabby markings, with two dark blotches on her brows, and lines trailing from the edges of her eyes towards her cheeks. Her nose is a dark pink and prone to sunburn in the heights of green-leaf, and her eyes are a soft and clear blue, glowing with a kindness that seems to encompass all of her features. She has a soft look about her, like she couldn't harm a fly even if she tried her darnedest. The look is, of course, deceptive, for how could a cat as soft as a kittypet survive long out in the wilderness? As she moves, the lean muscles beneath her pelt and the sureness of her step belay the image of softness that she unintentionally puts out.
Description Summary: Medium-sized silver tabby with blue eyes and a dark pink nose.
Personality: Cool-headed and steady, Owlflight keeps her senses in a crisis. It takes a lot to ruffle her up the wrong way, and she takes a rather calm and philosophical view on life. She sees nature as a wonder and loves to go out by herself and to watch the world around her. She loves all forms of weather, and even manages to see a beauty in some of the worst enemies of the clans, such as the fox and the badger.
The warrior has a deep inner strength, partially taken from her calm and assured nature, and holds an unshifting loyalty to her clanmates. She'll help with any and all tasks without complaint whenever she's in camp, but getting her into camp is the issue, as she prefers the solitude and peace of the territories to the hustle and bustle of camp. So many cats around her all the time are one of the few things that can really get under her skin, and she is often out solo-hunting.
Owlflight isn't very talkative or outwardly friendly, disliking it when cats come up to her with small talk. She thinks of her outwardly friendly and soft appearance as being a bit of a minor curse, since often kits approach her, thinking her motherly-looking. Having no kits of her own, she isn't really sure how to interact with them, and she usually rolls out awkward one-liners until she is left alone.
She is a fan of defence instead of offence, and of weathering the figurative storms in life rather than trying to do something directly to stop them. She goes through her life passively, and fights only when there's no other choice. She thinks that most things can be sorted out by talking them through rather than clawing each others ears off, and sometimes puts a little too much faith in other cats' willingness to discuss issues.
History: Owlkit was the largest of her litter, with her only sibling being a good third smaller than her. As they grew, the sizes began to even out, but Owlkit's strength was always greater, and she never stopped acting like she was the most entitled. Her parents scolded her often for teasing the other kits, and unfortunately she got a bit of a reputation around the camp for being a bit of a bully. Her sister, Daisykit, was the one who eventually took her down a peg. When the twins were around 3 moons old, Daisykit pushed back at Owlkit's rough play and ended up shoving Owlkit into an odd position as she fell, breaking her front right leg. Owlkit spent a while in the medicine den, filled with shame, embarrassment, and resentment, and was forced to reflect on the pain and bother that she'd been inflicting on her clan mates. She was worried that her sister hated her, but when she came out again with a healed limb, Daisykit was just happy to have her back, as she had felt worry and guilt herself, and their reunion was just each of them trying to apologise harder than the other. Due to her acceptance, Owlkit managed to let go of her negative feelings, and became more balanced and happy as she grew.
As an apprentice, Owlpaw began to grow increasingly solitary. It wasn't out of disliking anyone, but she just found that as she discovered more and more of the territories surrounding the camp that she just wanted to spend time alone in those places. She started to sneak out of camp regularly, shirking her responsibilities to go and stargaze, or to watch mice without hunting them. She grew fascinated by nature, and the wonder for it never truly left her. Of course she was scolded for sneaking off by herself, and as she got older she became more responsible about it, only going out after she'd done all her chores, and not straying as far. Her bond with Daisypaw grew stronger every day, despite her increasing solitude. They confided in each other all the time, and Owlpaw could see that her sister was changing too. One night, Daisypaw told her about a strange cat she had met out in the territories, a she-cat loner named Magpie. Daisypaw had been about to chase her away, but being still an inexperienced apprentice she had somehow ended up chatting with this cat instead. Owlpaw had laughed at the story, for it was typical of Daisypaw's scatty-brained behaviour. Daisypaw started meeting up with Magpie regularly though, sneaking out of camp to be with her, and over time Owlpaw began to grow jealous.
It went on for months, and as the seasons changed they graduated to warrior status. Still Owlflight kept her sister's secret about meeting up with the loner, but as time went on she grew more and more bitter about how much time Daisytail was spending with this Magpie loner. She couldn't bring herself to reveal her sister to the clan, but instead ended up confronting her angrily when they went hunting together one morning. Daisytail hadn't realised just how hurt her sister had been, and decided that it was probably for the best for her to stop seeing Magpie. She told herself that clan and family came first, and stopped going out to meet the loner. As the moons passed however, Daisytail grew increasingly withdrawn and unhappy she started to snap at Owlflight, and became depressive and lethargic. Concerns were raised about her being sick, but the medicine cat could find nothing physically wrong with her. This went on for a while before eventually Owlflight reached out to her, telling her that she had been wrong to be jealous, and that she had been selfish to try to force her sister away from what made her happy.
Daisytail reached an ultimatum. She knew from the scents at the borders that Magpie still waited for her, forever drifting on the boundaries and never welcome to stay, but she feared the clan's acceptance not only of a longer but of the deep affection that had grown between her and Magpie that was far more than just friendly. Agonised, she told Owlflight that she had to leave the clan, to strike out and find Magpie, so that the two of them could live together and be happy. It was a horrible day for the twins, but it seemed like the only way, and so that night Owlflight bid goodbye to her sister, her closest friend. She told the clan that she had no idea why her sister had left, as she knew that Daisytail didn't want anyone to know. Search parties came back with nothing, for she had left on a stormy night on purpose to cover her tracks, and Owlflight was left to grieve.
Other: Unusually strong for her size, but equally unusually slow