Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2018 14:49:32 GMT -5
Name: Maplestorm
Age: 33 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Stoneclan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Maplestorm has never been a particularly large cat, and this will never be something that changes about her. She's compact in a lot of ways though: small, but not slim, with solid muscle beneath her fur that keeps her body tight and capable of navigating the rocky terrain of StoneClan. Whenever the prey is scarce and her body does begin to slim, her long fur keeps her properly insulated and bulked out. The length is most noticeable in her tail, but she's also got a fluffy head and various curly bits around her hind legs. Most of her body is white, and with Maplestorm's attention to cleanliness it stays that way, soft and silky to boot, but the white is offset by the various warm oranges and browns in her fur. The color starts at her spine and curls downwards over her flanks, leaving most of her underbelly and undersides, framing her face and deep, amber eyes to make them pop. Only one of her legs is pure white: the rest have been overtaken by the darkest of her colors. Her nose and pawpads are unblemished pink, tough from tracking around stone's all her life.
Description Summary: A small calico she-cat with long fur and amber eyes.
Personality: Outwardly, Maplestorm appears to be a very bright cat. She's not particularly outgoing, not like she was in her youth, but if you have the patience to sit by and talk with her, you can find a fast friend in her. She's always got a willing ear to listen, and any advice she gives is guaranteed to have come from a place of genuine goodness. That goodness is something Maplestorm strives for in everything she does. She may stumble sometimes, but she always picks herself back up and rights any wrongs she might've tipped over on her way down. Determination, having an open heart, and being smart enough to see a situation from multiple sides have always been some of the central things that drive Maplestorm in everything she does for StoneClan, making her a formidable ally—and she hopes a great friend. Her faith in StarClan is as strong as her faith in StoneClan, keeping her moving in the worst of times—where adventure kept her going as a kit, it's her ancestors that walk with her now, keeping her chin up no matter what obstacles she or her clan face.
Dealing with her condition all her life, a chink has slowly appeared in Maplestorm's armor. She hasn't lost that fighting spirit, but the idea that she could die at any moment haunts her, chasing her so close it's nipping at her tail. The uncertainty gnaws at her. Her worst fear is waking up and finding her sister had grown cold in the night—or the same happening to Hazelcloud. There have been times when the fear of her heart giving out has stopped her cold. Her faith has been a balm to her soul, allowing her to put one paw in front of the other more times than not, but her fear still holds her back from a lot of things. She is constantly fighting against her overly-pessimistic thoughts, but sometimes they find themselves shining through. It's been a long time since Maplestorm could say she had a hopeful outlook on where her life is going, but normally she can keep those parts of her from slipping out: only when something really bad happens does she find herself slipping. She's sacrificed a lot of her wants and dreams to keep soldiering on, and though that sometimes causes her mood to slip into something dark and pessimistic, the few close friends she's made help to keep her afloat.
History: It's said, in some circles, that tragedy comes in three's. When Hawkheart had her kits, she never anticipated this superstition might apply to her. Her and Silentbreeze were ready—excited—for a new life with their kits. When their daughters were born, it was perfect! ... For a little while. Before their three daughters could greet their lives in full, the first tragedy hit: the smallest she-kit, yet unnamed, suddenly just stopped breathing. She was alive one moment, and then gone the next, before she could even get a fully belly. Soon, it was discovered that her heart had simply stopped beating. Upon further inspection, both the still-breathing kits seemed to have an unsteady heart: this first tragedy would end up haunting the family for the rest of their lives. But they were determined to get through.
Maplekit and her sister, Hazelkit, grew to be inquisitive, strong-willed girls. Multiple visits to the medicine cats den as their condition was explored never stopped Maplekit from romping with the other kits their age, dragging her sister off on the next adventure, or making up some new game for her and her sister to play with each other. There were days when her paws dragged on the ground, when coughing fits kept her sequestered in the nursery for fear of overtaxing herself, but every time Maplekit felt even one iota better she'd be stomping out of the nursery, on the lookout for the next big thing to stick her nose into. In spite of the health issues, and her own grandiose ideas of the adventures she partook in her youth, her kithood wasn't all that special. It was... steady. It was slow.
The sisters sixth moon came and went, and nothing happened. Maplekit sat in limbo as her and her sister were overlooked for their apprenticeship because of their health problems. Though she knew what had happened to their unnamed sister, that was the first time Maplekit really realized the gravity of their condition. Death was a concept that was meant to be foreign to kits—in a life like theirs, there's no way it would be that was forever, but things are meant to be safe in the nursery. During that extra moon in the nursery, it became a trap. She had admired warriors all her life, but the longer she spent in the nursery, the more the idea of her own death began to creep in to eat at her heart. There had to have been a reason she was held back, right? Something that everyone else was aware of that she didn't yet see...
Maplekit and her sister became apprentices without much fanfare. It was an odd thing to get used to, not being step by step with Hazelpaw all the time like they were in the nursery, but it was also fun to learn under Skunkspots. She still loved her sister dearly, and would always, but Skunkspots opened her entire world up. Albeit... in a very particular way. Part of the reason Maplepaw flourished under Skunkspots was that she found a balance between her want to explore and her desire to keep herself safe, in case the worst happened. She learned to be strong, she learned to be cunning, she learned to be smart, but most of all she learned to be cautious. The one thing she didn't seem to grasp was a balance.
Maplepaw let her fear consume her for too long. By the time she was deemed a warrior, Maplestorm for her unique berserker type battle style and how it contrasts her normal personality—she was nearly taken over for it. For the longest time, she thought her progression was a mistake. She was terrified to do anything, to the point that stepping outside the warriors den was an intense struggle. She couldn't reconcile her required duties as a warrior with the concept of her dying unexpectedly, unexplained, suddenly. As proud as she was, Maplestorm didn't want to burden anyone with her problems, and so it wasn't until many, many, many neurotic trips to the medicine cat den that she found something to help her cope with her own morality: her faith.
Maplestorm's knowledge of StarClan has grown through her life and her many trips to the medicine cat den, allowing her a deeper understanding of what happens after death. Of course, she'll never have the kind of connection that leaders or medicine cats have with StarClan, but just knowing that if the worst comes to pass, there's something after it, there's something waiting for her that brings Maplestorm comfort. Knowing her ancestors are watching over her—quite literally, though she'll never be able to touch them in life—has made dealing with the true weight of her condition much easier.
The damage, however, has been done. The Maplestorm that was go-hung for adventure got lost somewhere in her apprenticeship, and she isn't particularly eager to get her back. Maplestorm knows she can live a full life being careful, being in the background, not doing anything spectacular and just living. She's made friends, lifelong bonds, and though she's written off the option of her taking a mate and having kits, there's no saying she won't live a happy, fulfilled life like this. As most warriors dream of one day becoming a great leader, Maplestorm just wishes to survive another day. As long as she keeps doing that, she'll be happy. A few close calls have nearly done her in—surviving through the greencough was a miracle, there's no doubt about it—but each day, as long as she puts one paw in front of the other, she knows she'll live to continue to strengthen her bonds here so that she'll be able to watch over her friends and family when she inevitably finds herself passing on. The idea that tragedy's come in threes have been lost to her. Hopefully, she'll have no cause to dig it back up again.
Other: Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy / heart murmur | heart palpitations, shortness of breath, dizzy spells, increased lethargy, loss of appetite / *already purchased
Age: 33 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Stoneclan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Maplestorm has never been a particularly large cat, and this will never be something that changes about her. She's compact in a lot of ways though: small, but not slim, with solid muscle beneath her fur that keeps her body tight and capable of navigating the rocky terrain of StoneClan. Whenever the prey is scarce and her body does begin to slim, her long fur keeps her properly insulated and bulked out. The length is most noticeable in her tail, but she's also got a fluffy head and various curly bits around her hind legs. Most of her body is white, and with Maplestorm's attention to cleanliness it stays that way, soft and silky to boot, but the white is offset by the various warm oranges and browns in her fur. The color starts at her spine and curls downwards over her flanks, leaving most of her underbelly and undersides, framing her face and deep, amber eyes to make them pop. Only one of her legs is pure white: the rest have been overtaken by the darkest of her colors. Her nose and pawpads are unblemished pink, tough from tracking around stone's all her life.
Description Summary: A small calico she-cat with long fur and amber eyes.
Personality: Outwardly, Maplestorm appears to be a very bright cat. She's not particularly outgoing, not like she was in her youth, but if you have the patience to sit by and talk with her, you can find a fast friend in her. She's always got a willing ear to listen, and any advice she gives is guaranteed to have come from a place of genuine goodness. That goodness is something Maplestorm strives for in everything she does. She may stumble sometimes, but she always picks herself back up and rights any wrongs she might've tipped over on her way down. Determination, having an open heart, and being smart enough to see a situation from multiple sides have always been some of the central things that drive Maplestorm in everything she does for StoneClan, making her a formidable ally—and she hopes a great friend. Her faith in StarClan is as strong as her faith in StoneClan, keeping her moving in the worst of times—where adventure kept her going as a kit, it's her ancestors that walk with her now, keeping her chin up no matter what obstacles she or her clan face.
Dealing with her condition all her life, a chink has slowly appeared in Maplestorm's armor. She hasn't lost that fighting spirit, but the idea that she could die at any moment haunts her, chasing her so close it's nipping at her tail. The uncertainty gnaws at her. Her worst fear is waking up and finding her sister had grown cold in the night—or the same happening to Hazelcloud. There have been times when the fear of her heart giving out has stopped her cold. Her faith has been a balm to her soul, allowing her to put one paw in front of the other more times than not, but her fear still holds her back from a lot of things. She is constantly fighting against her overly-pessimistic thoughts, but sometimes they find themselves shining through. It's been a long time since Maplestorm could say she had a hopeful outlook on where her life is going, but normally she can keep those parts of her from slipping out: only when something really bad happens does she find herself slipping. She's sacrificed a lot of her wants and dreams to keep soldiering on, and though that sometimes causes her mood to slip into something dark and pessimistic, the few close friends she's made help to keep her afloat.
History: It's said, in some circles, that tragedy comes in three's. When Hawkheart had her kits, she never anticipated this superstition might apply to her. Her and Silentbreeze were ready—excited—for a new life with their kits. When their daughters were born, it was perfect! ... For a little while. Before their three daughters could greet their lives in full, the first tragedy hit: the smallest she-kit, yet unnamed, suddenly just stopped breathing. She was alive one moment, and then gone the next, before she could even get a fully belly. Soon, it was discovered that her heart had simply stopped beating. Upon further inspection, both the still-breathing kits seemed to have an unsteady heart: this first tragedy would end up haunting the family for the rest of their lives. But they were determined to get through.
Maplekit and her sister, Hazelkit, grew to be inquisitive, strong-willed girls. Multiple visits to the medicine cats den as their condition was explored never stopped Maplekit from romping with the other kits their age, dragging her sister off on the next adventure, or making up some new game for her and her sister to play with each other. There were days when her paws dragged on the ground, when coughing fits kept her sequestered in the nursery for fear of overtaxing herself, but every time Maplekit felt even one iota better she'd be stomping out of the nursery, on the lookout for the next big thing to stick her nose into. In spite of the health issues, and her own grandiose ideas of the adventures she partook in her youth, her kithood wasn't all that special. It was... steady. It was slow.
The sisters sixth moon came and went, and nothing happened. Maplekit sat in limbo as her and her sister were overlooked for their apprenticeship because of their health problems. Though she knew what had happened to their unnamed sister, that was the first time Maplekit really realized the gravity of their condition. Death was a concept that was meant to be foreign to kits—in a life like theirs, there's no way it would be that was forever, but things are meant to be safe in the nursery. During that extra moon in the nursery, it became a trap. She had admired warriors all her life, but the longer she spent in the nursery, the more the idea of her own death began to creep in to eat at her heart. There had to have been a reason she was held back, right? Something that everyone else was aware of that she didn't yet see...
Maplekit and her sister became apprentices without much fanfare. It was an odd thing to get used to, not being step by step with Hazelpaw all the time like they were in the nursery, but it was also fun to learn under Skunkspots. She still loved her sister dearly, and would always, but Skunkspots opened her entire world up. Albeit... in a very particular way. Part of the reason Maplepaw flourished under Skunkspots was that she found a balance between her want to explore and her desire to keep herself safe, in case the worst happened. She learned to be strong, she learned to be cunning, she learned to be smart, but most of all she learned to be cautious. The one thing she didn't seem to grasp was a balance.
Maplepaw let her fear consume her for too long. By the time she was deemed a warrior, Maplestorm for her unique berserker type battle style and how it contrasts her normal personality—she was nearly taken over for it. For the longest time, she thought her progression was a mistake. She was terrified to do anything, to the point that stepping outside the warriors den was an intense struggle. She couldn't reconcile her required duties as a warrior with the concept of her dying unexpectedly, unexplained, suddenly. As proud as she was, Maplestorm didn't want to burden anyone with her problems, and so it wasn't until many, many, many neurotic trips to the medicine cat den that she found something to help her cope with her own morality: her faith.
Maplestorm's knowledge of StarClan has grown through her life and her many trips to the medicine cat den, allowing her a deeper understanding of what happens after death. Of course, she'll never have the kind of connection that leaders or medicine cats have with StarClan, but just knowing that if the worst comes to pass, there's something after it, there's something waiting for her that brings Maplestorm comfort. Knowing her ancestors are watching over her—quite literally, though she'll never be able to touch them in life—has made dealing with the true weight of her condition much easier.
The damage, however, has been done. The Maplestorm that was go-hung for adventure got lost somewhere in her apprenticeship, and she isn't particularly eager to get her back. Maplestorm knows she can live a full life being careful, being in the background, not doing anything spectacular and just living. She's made friends, lifelong bonds, and though she's written off the option of her taking a mate and having kits, there's no saying she won't live a happy, fulfilled life like this. As most warriors dream of one day becoming a great leader, Maplestorm just wishes to survive another day. As long as she keeps doing that, she'll be happy. A few close calls have nearly done her in—surviving through the greencough was a miracle, there's no doubt about it—but each day, as long as she puts one paw in front of the other, she knows she'll live to continue to strengthen her bonds here so that she'll be able to watch over her friends and family when she inevitably finds herself passing on. The idea that tragedy's come in threes have been lost to her. Hopefully, she'll have no cause to dig it back up again.
Other: Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy / heart murmur | heart palpitations, shortness of breath, dizzy spells, increased lethargy, loss of appetite / *already purchased