Post by williams on Sept 2, 2017 17:20:53 GMT -5
Age: 36 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Lightningclan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Dappledheather for those lucky enough to know her mother, is a little carbon copy. Eyes are the same pale green, softer than her father's green eyes. Her frame is sleek with long limbs for racing across the moors with ease. A thick coat covers broad shoulders, and gathers at her joints and creates a large bushy tail. Her fur is like soft kitten fluff, giving her the appearance of a gentle residental queen rather than a fighting warrior. Her coloring appeals to that image as well. Splotches of orange, tan and black mimic the sun shining through the leaves cover a white base almost completely. Very little white shows through. A splotch of white is on her face, hips and the base of her chest, while the rest of her coat is the mottled colors of the grasses. Her father called her a little slice of the moors.
Personality
History:
Father: Thrushpelt (deceased)
Siblings: Reedwhisker, Goldenkit (deceased)[/ul]
>> Meadowspots and Thrushpelt's liter were born at possibly the worst time, three small bundles of hope during the middle of a harsh leaf-bare. Lightningclan though excited to have kits, was worried. Green-cough had spread through-out camp, leaving very few cats untouched and new kits. Soon into their kitten-hood, sickness took over. The queen and her kits were quarantined in the medicine cat's den, much to the quiet dismay of their father. Thrushpelt, to avoid his fear of losing his whole family before they could even be established, took on extra patrols, barely seen in camp while the sickness was around. In the end, the gentle Meadowspots and Goldenkit died, leaving her two other she-kits to recover and be protected by another queen.
>> As the epidemic lifted, Reedkit and Dappledkit became apprentices, only a single moon late thankfully. Dappledpaw was given a stubborn old tom, Stoneclaw, as his last apprentice. It was a challenge for the pair to find a common ground to agree on, making training sessions long and full of intruptions from both parties. They quarreled constantly due to their age difference as well. Stoneclaw knew a different world than Dappledpaw was growing up in. His life had been a tough one, losing family members and friends to fights and sickness. He was the last one of his family and it harded his world view.
>> After a particularly rough battle training lesson, the pair flopped in a soft patch of grasses, tears prickling at both of their eyes. Stoneclaw admitted he was pushing her harder than his past apprentices because he saw greatness in her. He knew Meadowspots well and knew her legacy could be continued. In this break, Stoneclaw also shared that he did not believe in Starclan anymore. He could not accept that his ancestors would allow his life to be so difficult for so many moons. Dappledpaw, shocked into silence at the news, left the old tom there to think about her own connection with the starry clan. Her faith remained shaken for the next couple days. Her own family had their share of unfortunate circumstances, but could she too decide to not believe in Starclan? Unfortunately she would not get to talk to him again about this topic, as his age finally caught up to him and the tom passed away peacefully in his sleep.
>> Dappledpaw's next mentor was another aging warrior, a beautifully grey-muzzled she-cat named Ashwhisker. Her focus had been fully dedicated to her clan, no mate nor kits could be found in her past. She was equally as strict to Dapplepaw as Stoneclaw was, but held a softness about her that captivated the young apprentice. More and more training sessions left the apprentice flustered, tumbling over her words. She worked extra hard to impress her mentor, hoping to see her smile or watch her eyes glow with praise. Yet, Dappledpaw knew that was not the same praise she had hoped for from Stoneclaw, this had a different feeling behind it. One night, the calico she-cat woke her sister up, her thoughts of her mentor keeping her up for too many nights. Her sister had already fallen in love, and out of it. If anyone knew, it would be her. Reedpaw said Dappledpaw had a crush, joking with her sister that it was normal and to let her sleep.
>> Deciding to not let it bother her, now that her sister knew, Dappledpaw kept training diligently. Her goals to make her mentor smile faded, recognizing that her commitment to her training had to be above her personal feelings. Due to switching mentors and a late start, Dappledpaw became Dappledheather at 16 moons, named primarily for her strong hunting skills, but also for her coat's soft appearance.
>> The hardest part of being a warrior was being so close to her father. Thrushpelt had let his fears lead him, causing the aging tom to keep a careful distance from both his daughters. He was clearly proud of the pair, but did not spent much time with either of them outside of required patrols and hunting missions. Dappledheather ached to spend time with him, to talk about her training and how she saw the world, but he shied away from her. Rushwhisker, a newly named warrior as well, had marginally better luck, though it would turn quickly as another wave of green-cough swept through camp. Their dear father passed during this next epidemic and the daughters were left without their parents.
>> Warrior-hood from then kept moving on. Dappledheather paused in her grief, allowing herself a couple days to mourn the loss of her father, and dear mentor. Now, she hunts diligently for the clan, working on to provide for all.
Other: homosexual, already purchased. [/ul]
