Post by KARAZHAL on Dec 6, 2019 1:47:05 GMT -5
pebble.
i have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears, and sweat
a small black tortoiseshell she-cat with green eyes
NAME Pebble (someday Pebblefur)
GENDER she-cat
AGE 12 moons
ALIGNMENT loner (of NightClan lineage)
PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES Image Source Pebble's youth and roguish upbringing are evident in her appearance. She is small with slender legs and tail, and she's quite talented in scaling trees and rocks and squeezing through crevices. In dim lighting she would be mistaken for a pure black cat, but Pebble is actually a tortoiseshell she-cat. Her whole body is like the Silverpelt: a field of black brindled with white and ginger strands of fur. Her petite head is the source of her most obvious markings. Pebble's large ears are flecked with orange. The slightest inkling of orange tabby can be seen with twin forehead stripes and a single stripe in between her ears. She possesses a white and ginger partial mask dominating the right side of her face. Her nose is split in two. On the right is a solid orange blaze; on the left is black with orange speckles. She has fewer brow hairs and "eyelashes" on the left side of her face. Pebble's muzzle is sprinkled with white, and from it sprouts completely black whiskers. Additionally, Pebble's chin is cleft evenly between orange and black. Small patches of orange and white dot her neck as well. Pebble's captivating eyes are lined with black. Her irises are bright green, yellowish-green at the outer rim and getting greener as you get closer to the pupil.
Pebble's skills lie in tracking, stealth, and speed, but with her small frame, she can be overpowered by a stronger, larger cat. She has a myriad of scars all over the place. She has a cut in her left ear and a scar down her left cheek. Her left foreleg used to have a bite-mark but as she's grown since that injury, fur has regrown to cover it.
PERSONALITY She is the child of a fiercely proud and strong NightClan she-cat. In her eyes, her mother is her rock and steadfast companion, her source of information for everything about world. Spottedhawk always told her the truth, and did not discourage her from asking questions as long as their rogue captors couldn't hear them. She was raised to be shy and dainty in order to not cause trouble for anyone. Conforming was rewarded over being outstanding. Being seen or heard was discouraged; stealth is a true NightClan cat's first skill. She was a good kit, quiet, humble, and always obedient. Her mother taught her to be calm and composed while in a bad situation. Pebble is still young and resilient. She doesn't take anything for granted.
She attaches to others easily (perhaps too easily) and is incredibly affectionate, leading her to be quite protective of what she owns. Pebblefur is a romantic sweetheart and loves showing that she cares for her loved ones, usually by giving flowers, feathers, or other trinkets. She would run through a wildfire to save them.
She is somewhat of a nervous cat. Her ears prick at every sound, and she might pause and duck somewhere for a couple seconds while she analyzes something. Pebble tends to hide and get reconaissance instead of actively attacking or defending against a threat. However, she does find it funny when she can sneak up on other cats and spook them. Pebble is very perceptive but it bleeds into hypervigilance, always watching for threats since she's currently a loner on her own and Mother Nature is unforgiving. She always prays for StarClan to guide her paws and tends to have good luck by trusting in her senses and instincts. She doesn't like to fight but will do so if she's ordered to. Pebble has a good heart. She'll always try to cheer someone up. She's quick to ignore her own pain in favor of another's. She prioritizes honor and loyalty over anything else.
HISTORY While this tortoiseshell she-cat may currently live outside the Clans, her lineage is rooted in NightClan on both sides of her family. Her father, although a loner at the time he met her mother, was the son of a former NightClan cat. Her mother was an extremely loyal NightClan cat who was snatched away by two foul rogues while patrolling. The other members of her patrol had been busy confronting the third. A scuffle ensued, but by the time the patrol realized Spottedhawk was missing, the rogues had taken her out of the clan's jurisdiction. When she did not return after several moons, she was presumed dead and mourned deeply by the Clan, for she'd been a fierce warrior.
Spottedhawk could have killed her kidnappers if they had not crippled her front leg with savage tendon-severing bites. Instead, she became their lame prisoner. Here, she met a black tom named Geist. She wouldn't have believed his story that his mother had been part of her Clan, but he knew the names of the leaders and deputies who'd come and gone, even telling her about the battle for Branch Trail that had nearly killed Pinestar. Geist was the only one of this group of rogues that was nice to her, so they became friends. Feeling shame that not only had she become their prisoner but also that her mother's line would be ending with her, she confessed to Geist that she wanted to bear kits and get one of them back to her Clan. For the sake of honor, she became pregnant despite the squalid conditions. To her surprise, the rogues allowed her to give birth in their hideout, for they expected her to raise these kits into their willing slaves. Spottedhawk gave birth to small tortoiseshell she-kits but suffering as she was, her milk ran dry quickly and she couldn't even support two kits that leafbare. In prayer to StarClan, she begged them to welcome her kit to where it was safe. It broke her heart to commit such an unthinkable sin, but she did it out of mercy and raised the second baby under the name Pebblekit. She called her Pebble in public but secretly, her kit was a child of NightClan and she hoped that one day the kitten could call her Clan her home. She was allowed to raise Pebble but neither she-cat could leave.
In new-leaf, the brutish rogue leader killed Geist and another rogue. They were made an example of when they failed to bring in more she-cats. Pebble didn't know Geist was her father, but she mourned for him, for he'd been kind to her and her mother. Fueled by revenge, Spottedhawk began training Pebble in secret. She would have never done this, especially to a kit barely three moons old, but Geist's death meant there was no way for Pebble to be spirited off to NightClan while she was could still protected under the Warrior Code. Spottedhawk always called it play, lest her kit give the game away, but she'd taught her child not to be seen or heard if possible. These rogues they lived with were not family, but enemies. In a way, she was raised as a spy.
By the time green-leaf came around, Spottedhawk was feeling much better and her crippled leg did not hurt as much as it used to. There was a new leader of the rogues--they spent so much time challenging each other that one never stayed in power for too long--and somehow she convinced him to let Pebble leave the hideout and hunt with the others. No one was her age, and she felt cruel leaving Pebble in their paws, but if they were going to kill these cats someday, she needed to see how they fought and needed to understand how it felt to be threatened. The rogues were not Clanmates. They would not go easy on her. In lieu of a leader announcing the ceremony, Spottedhawk named Pebblepaw herself and she told her kit to learn all she could without complaint. She told Pebble the tale of Brokenstar the Cruel who made apprentices at three moons of age, so that she would stay grateful for StarClan's mercy.
Although Pebble was shy and soft-spoken, the rogues found her unexpectedly resilient. Since she had grown up surrounded by the rogues' scents, they didn't unnerve her. Predictably they were ruthless, and physically they left their marks whenever she failed a task, missed prey, or took a hit in their fights. Though, the new leader started to take a shine to her, the youngest and prettiest in their group of scallawags. Once he started calling her "his girl", Pebble began to fear that she would never be able to leave his sight. They lived further up the mountainside in a cave, and the leader always had two toms guarding the mouth.
Pebble had no idea how she was going to escape until one night a powerful storm howled through the valley. She heard the wind whistling through a gap somewhere in the cave. Following the scent of bat guano and rain, Pebble climbed up the stone ledges until she found water dripping down a crawlspace. She ventured one last look at her mother--Spottedhawk nodded with pride--and Pebble's skinny body leapt into the cave chimney. It reeked of bats but soon she was outside, face pelted by wind and rain that drove the stench away. Then she ran, ran, ran, as far as she could down the mountain and into the land of the clan cats.
She feared the rogues would soon be after her. If she could join NightClan, she'd be safe.
GENDER she-cat
AGE 12 moons
ALIGNMENT loner (of NightClan lineage)
PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES Image Source Pebble's youth and roguish upbringing are evident in her appearance. She is small with slender legs and tail, and she's quite talented in scaling trees and rocks and squeezing through crevices. In dim lighting she would be mistaken for a pure black cat, but Pebble is actually a tortoiseshell she-cat. Her whole body is like the Silverpelt: a field of black brindled with white and ginger strands of fur. Her petite head is the source of her most obvious markings. Pebble's large ears are flecked with orange. The slightest inkling of orange tabby can be seen with twin forehead stripes and a single stripe in between her ears. She possesses a white and ginger partial mask dominating the right side of her face. Her nose is split in two. On the right is a solid orange blaze; on the left is black with orange speckles. She has fewer brow hairs and "eyelashes" on the left side of her face. Pebble's muzzle is sprinkled with white, and from it sprouts completely black whiskers. Additionally, Pebble's chin is cleft evenly between orange and black. Small patches of orange and white dot her neck as well. Pebble's captivating eyes are lined with black. Her irises are bright green, yellowish-green at the outer rim and getting greener as you get closer to the pupil.
Pebble's skills lie in tracking, stealth, and speed, but with her small frame, she can be overpowered by a stronger, larger cat. She has a myriad of scars all over the place. She has a cut in her left ear and a scar down her left cheek. Her left foreleg used to have a bite-mark but as she's grown since that injury, fur has regrown to cover it.
PERSONALITY She is the child of a fiercely proud and strong NightClan she-cat. In her eyes, her mother is her rock and steadfast companion, her source of information for everything about world. Spottedhawk always told her the truth, and did not discourage her from asking questions as long as their rogue captors couldn't hear them. She was raised to be shy and dainty in order to not cause trouble for anyone. Conforming was rewarded over being outstanding. Being seen or heard was discouraged; stealth is a true NightClan cat's first skill. She was a good kit, quiet, humble, and always obedient. Her mother taught her to be calm and composed while in a bad situation. Pebble is still young and resilient. She doesn't take anything for granted.
She attaches to others easily (perhaps too easily) and is incredibly affectionate, leading her to be quite protective of what she owns. Pebblefur is a romantic sweetheart and loves showing that she cares for her loved ones, usually by giving flowers, feathers, or other trinkets. She would run through a wildfire to save them.
She is somewhat of a nervous cat. Her ears prick at every sound, and she might pause and duck somewhere for a couple seconds while she analyzes something. Pebble tends to hide and get reconaissance instead of actively attacking or defending against a threat. However, she does find it funny when she can sneak up on other cats and spook them. Pebble is very perceptive but it bleeds into hypervigilance, always watching for threats since she's currently a loner on her own and Mother Nature is unforgiving. She always prays for StarClan to guide her paws and tends to have good luck by trusting in her senses and instincts. She doesn't like to fight but will do so if she's ordered to. Pebble has a good heart. She'll always try to cheer someone up. She's quick to ignore her own pain in favor of another's. She prioritizes honor and loyalty over anything else.
HISTORY While this tortoiseshell she-cat may currently live outside the Clans, her lineage is rooted in NightClan on both sides of her family. Her father, although a loner at the time he met her mother, was the son of a former NightClan cat. Her mother was an extremely loyal NightClan cat who was snatched away by two foul rogues while patrolling. The other members of her patrol had been busy confronting the third. A scuffle ensued, but by the time the patrol realized Spottedhawk was missing, the rogues had taken her out of the clan's jurisdiction. When she did not return after several moons, she was presumed dead and mourned deeply by the Clan, for she'd been a fierce warrior.
Spottedhawk could have killed her kidnappers if they had not crippled her front leg with savage tendon-severing bites. Instead, she became their lame prisoner. Here, she met a black tom named Geist. She wouldn't have believed his story that his mother had been part of her Clan, but he knew the names of the leaders and deputies who'd come and gone, even telling her about the battle for Branch Trail that had nearly killed Pinestar. Geist was the only one of this group of rogues that was nice to her, so they became friends. Feeling shame that not only had she become their prisoner but also that her mother's line would be ending with her, she confessed to Geist that she wanted to bear kits and get one of them back to her Clan. For the sake of honor, she became pregnant despite the squalid conditions. To her surprise, the rogues allowed her to give birth in their hideout, for they expected her to raise these kits into their willing slaves. Spottedhawk gave birth to small tortoiseshell she-kits but suffering as she was, her milk ran dry quickly and she couldn't even support two kits that leafbare. In prayer to StarClan, she begged them to welcome her kit to where it was safe. It broke her heart to commit such an unthinkable sin, but she did it out of mercy and raised the second baby under the name Pebblekit. She called her Pebble in public but secretly, her kit was a child of NightClan and she hoped that one day the kitten could call her Clan her home. She was allowed to raise Pebble but neither she-cat could leave.
In new-leaf, the brutish rogue leader killed Geist and another rogue. They were made an example of when they failed to bring in more she-cats. Pebble didn't know Geist was her father, but she mourned for him, for he'd been kind to her and her mother. Fueled by revenge, Spottedhawk began training Pebble in secret. She would have never done this, especially to a kit barely three moons old, but Geist's death meant there was no way for Pebble to be spirited off to NightClan while she was could still protected under the Warrior Code. Spottedhawk always called it play, lest her kit give the game away, but she'd taught her child not to be seen or heard if possible. These rogues they lived with were not family, but enemies. In a way, she was raised as a spy.
By the time green-leaf came around, Spottedhawk was feeling much better and her crippled leg did not hurt as much as it used to. There was a new leader of the rogues--they spent so much time challenging each other that one never stayed in power for too long--and somehow she convinced him to let Pebble leave the hideout and hunt with the others. No one was her age, and she felt cruel leaving Pebble in their paws, but if they were going to kill these cats someday, she needed to see how they fought and needed to understand how it felt to be threatened. The rogues were not Clanmates. They would not go easy on her. In lieu of a leader announcing the ceremony, Spottedhawk named Pebblepaw herself and she told her kit to learn all she could without complaint. She told Pebble the tale of Brokenstar the Cruel who made apprentices at three moons of age, so that she would stay grateful for StarClan's mercy.
Although Pebble was shy and soft-spoken, the rogues found her unexpectedly resilient. Since she had grown up surrounded by the rogues' scents, they didn't unnerve her. Predictably they were ruthless, and physically they left their marks whenever she failed a task, missed prey, or took a hit in their fights. Though, the new leader started to take a shine to her, the youngest and prettiest in their group of scallawags. Once he started calling her "his girl", Pebble began to fear that she would never be able to leave his sight. They lived further up the mountainside in a cave, and the leader always had two toms guarding the mouth.
Pebble had no idea how she was going to escape until one night a powerful storm howled through the valley. She heard the wind whistling through a gap somewhere in the cave. Following the scent of bat guano and rain, Pebble climbed up the stone ledges until she found water dripping down a crawlspace. She ventured one last look at her mother--Spottedhawk nodded with pride--and Pebble's skinny body leapt into the cave chimney. It reeked of bats but soon she was outside, face pelted by wind and rain that drove the stench away. Then she ran, ran, ran, as far as she could down the mountain and into the land of the clan cats.
She feared the rogues would soon be after her. If she could join NightClan, she'd be safe.
