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Name: Rocktail
Age: 19 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Treeclan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Description:
Rocktail is an average sized, short furred, cinder grey and white she-cat with lively, golden eyes. She definitely has heavier bone and good substance, though to call her brawny wouldn't be quite accurate. She is stout and slightly shorter than the average Treeclanner, but still has a fine feminine appearance with a pleasant face. Her white and solid grey markings are clean and classic, perhaps a bit plain, but her eyes truly are her most striking physical feature. Her intense gold gaze commands complete attention despite the she-cat's ordinary Treeclan physique and unadorned pelt. The colors and patterns of her fur are often overlooked, but are mildly commendable despite their simplicity: perhaps because of it. Rocktail is average in appearance at best, but contrary to her seemingly modest mien, she makes up for any physical shortcomings with a very interesting, charismatic, and profound personality.
Description Summary: An average sized, short furred, cinder grey and white she-cat with lively, golden eyes.
Personality:
Rocktail is definitely social at heart and she is always focused on what's going on around her, perhaps to the point of nosiness, but with the good of others her highest priority. Her mind is constantly occupied with her external reality, and although her thoughts run rampant with interest in herself and her future, she is easily distracted and burdened with the conflicts and strife of others. Rocktail often spends countless hours solving others' problems and consoling the needy, discarding her time and opportunities in the meantime. Although she manages to keep an upbeat and positive attitude most of the time, she is quite easily stressed and can grow incredibly withdrawn and reticent at the slightest trigger. One of her most significant stresses in this lifetime was her mange that she contracted in her apprenticehood, though it is currently being pulled under control.
She still bears the scars socially, always being self-conscious of her appearance and hygiene, though has become a much cleaner and tidier cat compared to her apprentice moons. As an apprentice, she never was good at keeping a neat appearance and it wouldn't have be uncommon for her paws to be a little muddy or for her to bed down with a dusty pelt, though nowadays with her mange nearly behind her, she keeps her fur immaculate. Perhaps out of fear of social rejection, but more likely out of fear of her skin affliction returning. It never was determined what caused it, though Rocktail hopes neither she nor any other cat ever has to deal with mange again.
Despite being "cured" physically, the she-cat is still trapped in a timorous fog in her day to day life. Although diffident around strangers, those whom she is quite comfortable with know how exuberant and goofy she can really be. Her humor is often quite self-deprecating, though her expressions, jokes, and daily demeanor are harmlessly eccentric. Perhaps she can be a bit foolish, though the last thing Rocktail would do is intentionally cause others strife or hardship. She leads a life of altruism and lives by a reasonable degree of selflessness, thus instigating conflict goes completely against her mediatory nature. She does recognize the importance of taking care of her body as well as mind, and although she cares greatly for others, she is a very independent personality.
Rocktail loves playing hero, though is very prone to be taken advantage of the boy who cries wolf or the damsel in distress, of which are two personalities she is quite irritated by and tries to steer clear from. Despite this, she still traipses into others' traps and finds herself waltzing into their world of imbalance and complication, of which are the two key stresses that almost always precipitate her reclusive tendencies and short-fuse. She does not mesh well with manipulative personalities and users, becoming quite passive aggressive and harshly insensitive with those she feels are taking advantage of her, though very rarely will she personally cut ties with those characters as those are the cats who often drown her in praise and gratitude, treating her like the hero she's always wanted to be.
Although Rocktail is a formidable enemy in strength and resolve, it is known that the righteous often fall victim to the devious and cunning.
Rocktail is very good at keeping composure even in moderately stressful situations, though one of her greatest weaknesses is controlling her temper in times of intense distress. Most often she has a good handle on her emotions, though can become short on patience and horrifyingly curt and abrasive in the blink of an eye. She is often dangerously honest and loyal, though will not hesitate to tell a lie or imply something untruthful if she feels it will protect someone she cares for.
Unfortunately, fury is often her go-to sentiment, so sensitive folk beware. Rocktail is a very strong personality and a super spirited lady. She is always looking for the next adventure and opportunity, though because she has hardened herself and grown distant from her own feelings, she is, and can act, somewhat insecure and indecisive at times (particularly when making personal or monumental decisions). Rocktail can dwell on the insignificant things sometimes and constantly overthinks absolutely everything, though her prudence and care for the future is unparalleled. Rocktail treats every decision in life like a move in chess, though no matter how sagacious she is, the pieces are always unmanageably shifting; a great exasperation to one who finds comfort in unchallenged oversight. She has to mitigate her influential and authoritative inclinations regularly, though for the sake of equilibrium and serenity, she finds no discomfort in stifling her ambitions.
Perhaps she is a bit of a control freak, and perhaps the sky is blue!
Rocktail is prone to succumb to of a life of comfort, constantly finding herself craving every minute of sleep and relaxation following her warrior's ceremony. She often has to shove herself forward into each day, and is very unpleasant to wake, morning, afternoon, or evening, though once she is moving and involved in clan life, she is quite a social butterfly and a beautiful personality. Thankfully, even though her default is lazy, she has the discipline and drive to provide for her clan every day of the year without fail. Though surely, if she had no obligations, she would become quite plump and fall victim to a relatively static lifestyle.
Luckily she has her clanmates to keep her on her toes!
History:
Rock-kit was a single kit, born without an involved parent. Her father was not named, and her mother was a strong warrioress who despised motherhood. Her mother did love her, though it was a complicated relationship between the two. It seemed like they were more like mentor and apprentice than mother and daughter, though Rock-kit hardly minded it when her mother left her with the other queens and elders. She had a nursery full of kits to play with that were her age, and had an intense independence that she had obviously inherited from her mother. Rock-kit wanted to be as determined and strong-willed as her mother since she opened her eyes, and perhaps that was what drove her through her apprenticeship so rapidly.
Rockpaw was a proud and bubbly apprentice, and her mentor quickly learned to channel the she-cat's energy into rigorous training, as Rockpaw had a bad habit of wandering off alone unless she had a specific task to do. Since her apprentice ceremony at 6 moons old, Rockpaw had a bottomless supply of energy to offer her mentor. She had proved herself to Stonejaw quite quickly, taking to hunting like a natural, and picking up battle moves like a born fighter. Although she wasn't exemplary in both, her diplomatic, optimistic, loyal, and steadfast spirit contributed greatly to her rapid success in apprenticeship, and she seemed proficient in the tasks her mentor provided to her. She unfortunately contracted mange in the latter moons of her apprenticeship, and although she didn't let it hinder her physically, it was a social nightmare.
Regardless of her skin condition, Rockpaw passed her assessment earlier than most, and at 12 moons old, she became Rocktail. The she-cat was no prodigy, but had proven herself to be a fine asset to Treeclan.
As a newly named warrior, Rocktail surely has many adventures in store for her, and luckily her mange is slowly on the cure. She will likely still itch when she becomes nervous or stressed, out of pure habit, though it will no longer pain her physically or socially.
As Rocktail ages, she will surely follow in her mother's pawsteps, turning into a determined, strong-willed, gritty, and proactive warrior, though unlike her mother, she never will lose sight of the positive. Perhaps some would see her as weak because of it, though Rocktail is driven vigorously on hope and optimism, striving to raise the spirits and inspire those around her. She is definitely a charismatic cat, not only because of her contagious happiness, but also her wisdom.
RP Example:
Age: 19 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Treeclan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Description:
Rocktail is an average sized, short furred, cinder grey and white she-cat with lively, golden eyes. She definitely has heavier bone and good substance, though to call her brawny wouldn't be quite accurate. She is stout and slightly shorter than the average Treeclanner, but still has a fine feminine appearance with a pleasant face. Her white and solid grey markings are clean and classic, perhaps a bit plain, but her eyes truly are her most striking physical feature. Her intense gold gaze commands complete attention despite the she-cat's ordinary Treeclan physique and unadorned pelt. The colors and patterns of her fur are often overlooked, but are mildly commendable despite their simplicity: perhaps because of it. Rocktail is average in appearance at best, but contrary to her seemingly modest mien, she makes up for any physical shortcomings with a very interesting, charismatic, and profound personality.
Description Summary: An average sized, short furred, cinder grey and white she-cat with lively, golden eyes.
Personality:
Rocktail is definitely social at heart and she is always focused on what's going on around her, perhaps to the point of nosiness, but with the good of others her highest priority. Her mind is constantly occupied with her external reality, and although her thoughts run rampant with interest in herself and her future, she is easily distracted and burdened with the conflicts and strife of others. Rocktail often spends countless hours solving others' problems and consoling the needy, discarding her time and opportunities in the meantime. Although she manages to keep an upbeat and positive attitude most of the time, she is quite easily stressed and can grow incredibly withdrawn and reticent at the slightest trigger. One of her most significant stresses in this lifetime was her mange that she contracted in her apprenticehood, though it is currently being pulled under control.
She still bears the scars socially, always being self-conscious of her appearance and hygiene, though has become a much cleaner and tidier cat compared to her apprentice moons. As an apprentice, she never was good at keeping a neat appearance and it wouldn't have be uncommon for her paws to be a little muddy or for her to bed down with a dusty pelt, though nowadays with her mange nearly behind her, she keeps her fur immaculate. Perhaps out of fear of social rejection, but more likely out of fear of her skin affliction returning. It never was determined what caused it, though Rocktail hopes neither she nor any other cat ever has to deal with mange again.
Despite being "cured" physically, the she-cat is still trapped in a timorous fog in her day to day life. Although diffident around strangers, those whom she is quite comfortable with know how exuberant and goofy she can really be. Her humor is often quite self-deprecating, though her expressions, jokes, and daily demeanor are harmlessly eccentric. Perhaps she can be a bit foolish, though the last thing Rocktail would do is intentionally cause others strife or hardship. She leads a life of altruism and lives by a reasonable degree of selflessness, thus instigating conflict goes completely against her mediatory nature. She does recognize the importance of taking care of her body as well as mind, and although she cares greatly for others, she is a very independent personality.
Rocktail loves playing hero, though is very prone to be taken advantage of the boy who cries wolf or the damsel in distress, of which are two personalities she is quite irritated by and tries to steer clear from. Despite this, she still traipses into others' traps and finds herself waltzing into their world of imbalance and complication, of which are the two key stresses that almost always precipitate her reclusive tendencies and short-fuse. She does not mesh well with manipulative personalities and users, becoming quite passive aggressive and harshly insensitive with those she feels are taking advantage of her, though very rarely will she personally cut ties with those characters as those are the cats who often drown her in praise and gratitude, treating her like the hero she's always wanted to be.
Although Rocktail is a formidable enemy in strength and resolve, it is known that the righteous often fall victim to the devious and cunning.
Rocktail is very good at keeping composure even in moderately stressful situations, though one of her greatest weaknesses is controlling her temper in times of intense distress. Most often she has a good handle on her emotions, though can become short on patience and horrifyingly curt and abrasive in the blink of an eye. She is often dangerously honest and loyal, though will not hesitate to tell a lie or imply something untruthful if she feels it will protect someone she cares for.
Unfortunately, fury is often her go-to sentiment, so sensitive folk beware. Rocktail is a very strong personality and a super spirited lady. She is always looking for the next adventure and opportunity, though because she has hardened herself and grown distant from her own feelings, she is, and can act, somewhat insecure and indecisive at times (particularly when making personal or monumental decisions). Rocktail can dwell on the insignificant things sometimes and constantly overthinks absolutely everything, though her prudence and care for the future is unparalleled. Rocktail treats every decision in life like a move in chess, though no matter how sagacious she is, the pieces are always unmanageably shifting; a great exasperation to one who finds comfort in unchallenged oversight. She has to mitigate her influential and authoritative inclinations regularly, though for the sake of equilibrium and serenity, she finds no discomfort in stifling her ambitions.
Perhaps she is a bit of a control freak, and perhaps the sky is blue!
Rocktail is prone to succumb to of a life of comfort, constantly finding herself craving every minute of sleep and relaxation following her warrior's ceremony. She often has to shove herself forward into each day, and is very unpleasant to wake, morning, afternoon, or evening, though once she is moving and involved in clan life, she is quite a social butterfly and a beautiful personality. Thankfully, even though her default is lazy, she has the discipline and drive to provide for her clan every day of the year without fail. Though surely, if she had no obligations, she would become quite plump and fall victim to a relatively static lifestyle.
Luckily she has her clanmates to keep her on her toes!
History:
Rock-kit was a single kit, born without an involved parent. Her father was not named, and her mother was a strong warrioress who despised motherhood. Her mother did love her, though it was a complicated relationship between the two. It seemed like they were more like mentor and apprentice than mother and daughter, though Rock-kit hardly minded it when her mother left her with the other queens and elders. She had a nursery full of kits to play with that were her age, and had an intense independence that she had obviously inherited from her mother. Rock-kit wanted to be as determined and strong-willed as her mother since she opened her eyes, and perhaps that was what drove her through her apprenticeship so rapidly.
Rockpaw was a proud and bubbly apprentice, and her mentor quickly learned to channel the she-cat's energy into rigorous training, as Rockpaw had a bad habit of wandering off alone unless she had a specific task to do. Since her apprentice ceremony at 6 moons old, Rockpaw had a bottomless supply of energy to offer her mentor. She had proved herself to Stonejaw quite quickly, taking to hunting like a natural, and picking up battle moves like a born fighter. Although she wasn't exemplary in both, her diplomatic, optimistic, loyal, and steadfast spirit contributed greatly to her rapid success in apprenticeship, and she seemed proficient in the tasks her mentor provided to her. She unfortunately contracted mange in the latter moons of her apprenticeship, and although she didn't let it hinder her physically, it was a social nightmare.
Regardless of her skin condition, Rockpaw passed her assessment earlier than most, and at 12 moons old, she became Rocktail. The she-cat was no prodigy, but had proven herself to be a fine asset to Treeclan.
As a newly named warrior, Rocktail surely has many adventures in store for her, and luckily her mange is slowly on the cure. She will likely still itch when she becomes nervous or stressed, out of pure habit, though it will no longer pain her physically or socially.
As Rocktail ages, she will surely follow in her mother's pawsteps, turning into a determined, strong-willed, gritty, and proactive warrior, though unlike her mother, she never will lose sight of the positive. Perhaps some would see her as weak because of it, though Rocktail is driven vigorously on hope and optimism, striving to raise the spirits and inspire those around her. She is definitely a charismatic cat, not only because of her contagious happiness, but also her wisdom.
RP Example:
WARRIOR | TREECLAN | 19 MOONS
The wind was strong, tearing through Treeclan territory like a stampeding herd, thundering like the hooves of a thousand horses. The gusts were icy, and the patches of fur that were slowly growing back on Rocktail's body had never felt so cold. The mange had manifested behind her ears, small patches on her belly, and spots up and down her legs. Thanks to Falconstorm, her fur had started growing back, but she looked like a kit growing out of her childhood fluff. I can't complain. She thought with a skip in her step. My fur is starting to grow back! I almost forgot what being itch-free felt like until recently. The grey and white she-cat had spent the morning in the training hollow with the apprentices. Some of the mentors thought it would be best for them to take on a fresh warrior, and Rocktail readily volunteered.
She was quite impressed, and it was good fun despite their jests.
Rocktail was still self-conscious about her appearance, though despite her insecurity, she hid her despondence regarding the issue quite well. It'll be all gone soon. She told herself, heading back towards camp. Falconstorm said in a moon or two it'll all be a thing of the past! Rocktail slipped through the trees, meowing a brief greeting to a hunting patrol as they walked by. When she saw the entrance, she couldn't help but pop into a jog, slipping into camp eagerly. Her eyes had to adjust to the dark of the tree hollow, though when they did, she could make out many cats finding comfort in the warm confines of camp. She was famished, but noticed the fresh-kill pile was completely empty.
Her heart dropped to her toes. She felt like she was going to implode.
Well that's just great! She huffed to herself, dreading heading back out into the cold. She stood halfway between the entrance and the fresh-kill pile, lost in contemplation. Where to go? Open woods might be a good place to start? Maybe get lucky with a rabbit from Lightningclan territory? Rocktail turned to head out of camp, but her paws felt like boulders. I'll warm up a bit first. She decided, slipping over to a small group of younger warriors.
"Anyone interested in hunting over in the Open Woods?" Rocktail offered, whiskers twitching. She felt their gazes bore into her pelt, their eyes drawn to the places her mange once infested. Who cares? It's healing! She convinced herself, shuffling nervously and drawing her gaze away from theirs. She didn't know anyone too closely in the group, and her pelt burned from what felt like the light of a million eyes. Surely there were some offhand comments regarding her condition, though she ignored them. Eventually her gaze found its way back to one of the warriors.
I hope at least someone agrees. She mused, a knowing smile creasing her lips. But they're probably scared I'm contagious.
Maybe she could use that to her advantage?
PAIN INTO POWER
Rocktail
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