Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2019 14:28:39 GMT -5
Name: Yewfang
Age: Twelve Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: TreeClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Description: Yewfang is a long-bodied she-cat with a long tail to add to the length of her body. Her body is slim yet lean with her hinds legs being her most powerful part of her body. Her pelt is a mixture of black and white splotches where the white overpowers the black in most places. Her pelt is soft, short, yet thick. It's always smooth and shiny as she spends maybe a little too much time tending to her fur to make it as perfect as she can. Her eyes are a bright vibrant colored green that is often locked in a serious glare or a dull stare.
Description Summary: A long-bodies she-cat with a white and black pelt and bright green eyes.
Personality: Yewfang isn't exactly a positive cat, her mind doesn't follow a rose-colored filter. Most would call her a pessimist, quickly finding the bad in situations instead of the silver linings. She hadn't been one of the happiest kits in the bunch as it was clear to those around her she was more like a sour lime than a sugary sweet. One might also compare her to an elder, always in some kind of grumpy or unhappy mood about one thing or another. Yewfang happens to not be the most social cat in the clan either. With her family, maybe, but anyone else she doesn't bother trying to keep up casual conversations. She enjoys being with herself on most days. The she-cat, however, doesn't mind when cats talk to her. She'll happily listen, for entertainment purposes mostly. The stories these cats could make up! To match her not so peachy personality she has a sharp tongue, lacking a filter most of the times. She's no monster by any stretch, but Yewfang isn't the most friendly or approachable cats in Treeclan.
History: Yewfang entered the world first in her litter, followed by two other kittens that were soon named Adder and Hemlock. She also happened to have three other siblings from an older litter; Berrythorn, Owlstrike, and Ravenstorm. She could tell by a young age the family wasn't exactly liked due to what her grandfather had done, which simply was murder. She would do her best to ignore the side-eyes from the other cats, but she had felt the weight of his mistakes daily.
Apprenticeship wasn't very sunshine and rainbows nor was it a complete disaster. She and her mentor quickly found that she had a bit of a quick and sharp tongue that she wasn't afraid to use. Their relationship ending up not being so nice and fuzzy like most might experience. Her desire to prove herself has created a drive that is just as worrisome as her grandfather's old legacy. Finishing her apprenticeship smoothly Yewpaw was soon given her warrior name, Yewfang.
Magpiewing, her father, had very recently had been exiled from Treeclan for the death her older sister, Ravenstorm. She hadn't taken any of it very well, and had brewed inside her own little bubble trying to return to her normal warrior life.
Other: Adopted!
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Age: Twelve Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: TreeClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Description: Yewfang is a long-bodied she-cat with a long tail to add to the length of her body. Her body is slim yet lean with her hinds legs being her most powerful part of her body. Her pelt is a mixture of black and white splotches where the white overpowers the black in most places. Her pelt is soft, short, yet thick. It's always smooth and shiny as she spends maybe a little too much time tending to her fur to make it as perfect as she can. Her eyes are a bright vibrant colored green that is often locked in a serious glare or a dull stare.
Description Summary: A long-bodies she-cat with a white and black pelt and bright green eyes.
Personality: Yewfang isn't exactly a positive cat, her mind doesn't follow a rose-colored filter. Most would call her a pessimist, quickly finding the bad in situations instead of the silver linings. She hadn't been one of the happiest kits in the bunch as it was clear to those around her she was more like a sour lime than a sugary sweet. One might also compare her to an elder, always in some kind of grumpy or unhappy mood about one thing or another. Yewfang happens to not be the most social cat in the clan either. With her family, maybe, but anyone else she doesn't bother trying to keep up casual conversations. She enjoys being with herself on most days. The she-cat, however, doesn't mind when cats talk to her. She'll happily listen, for entertainment purposes mostly. The stories these cats could make up! To match her not so peachy personality she has a sharp tongue, lacking a filter most of the times. She's no monster by any stretch, but Yewfang isn't the most friendly or approachable cats in Treeclan.
History: Yewfang entered the world first in her litter, followed by two other kittens that were soon named Adder and Hemlock. She also happened to have three other siblings from an older litter; Berrythorn, Owlstrike, and Ravenstorm. She could tell by a young age the family wasn't exactly liked due to what her grandfather had done, which simply was murder. She would do her best to ignore the side-eyes from the other cats, but she had felt the weight of his mistakes daily.
Apprenticeship wasn't very sunshine and rainbows nor was it a complete disaster. She and her mentor quickly found that she had a bit of a quick and sharp tongue that she wasn't afraid to use. Their relationship ending up not being so nice and fuzzy like most might experience. Her desire to prove herself has created a drive that is just as worrisome as her grandfather's old legacy. Finishing her apprenticeship smoothly Yewpaw was soon given her warrior name, Yewfang.
Magpiewing, her father, had very recently had been exiled from Treeclan for the death her older sister, Ravenstorm. She hadn't taken any of it very well, and had brewed inside her own little bubble trying to return to her normal warrior life.
Other: Adopted!
Were You Referred? x