[Rowan]

ROWANCLAW// 

GALECLAN/ WARRIOR/ 24 MOONS / FEMALE / STRAIGHT/ SINGLE

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PERSONALITY

Rowanclaw is usually distant and possesses a difficulty to express her feelings and thoughts, accordingly, usually lashing out defensively or just retreating into her shell, unsure of how to manifest herself. Though, she’s fiercely loyal, and whoever or whatever she swears loyalty to, Rowanclaw will not be easy to sway differently. She is a she-cat of great ambitions, wanting to become a future leader of her own Clan and eventually be remembered as one of the greatest cats to ever live, to be remembered to the end of times.



Though, still young and needing to fix her personal issues, she will stop at nothing to protect and maintain what she believes to be right. However, maybe there is still a darkness within to be cleansed; her heart is pure and with the honourable as a lion, but her methods can often differ and be unconventional. Rowanclaw is terribly scared of abandonment and failure, which is what mostly drives her defensive nature. 

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APPEARANCE

Rowanclaw is a tabby dark grey and lithe she-cat with spiky fur and amber eyes, strong claws and long tail, with a parted ear and a scar that runs from her right shoulder blade to her left haunch.  Rowanclaw also seems to possess a few more scars along her body, but mostly covered by growing fur, product of the escapes she took to train extra, exerting herself until her body shrieked in pain. She likes having her fur well groomed, even though it will still stick out as a bush. She has strong paws, which let her land well-aimed and heavy attacks with ease, and to crush small prey. She is also not so tall, but appears to be a few mouse tails bigger given her pelt, appearing even more bigger when her fur bristles.

Short Description: Rowanclaw is a dark tabby lithe she-cat with amber eyes and multiple scars.

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BACKSTORY

Born as an unnamed kit to a pair, she was the only kit to survive a deadly snow season, weak but with the spirit of a fighter, Rowankit survived. With the time, she grew to be a parentless she-kit, as she’d been found not so far by the camp by a Clan cat, and was taken in. She was later renamed to Rowankit by her newly-found Clanmates.



Always fighting to prove that she was as wild as any of her clanmates, Rowankit usually sneaked out of camp, following warriors or apprentices, eager to learn and to get better at every turn. She didn’t have anyone by her side by that time, often imagining that her father or mother -whoever they had been- were watching over her. Until the age of six moons, she was finally apprenticed.



Rowanpaw had grown to be non-easy to talk to and to be pricklier than the elders at times, being distant and often staying in her own business. She and her mentor often headbutted in different opinions, but had mutual respect for one another, even if Rowanpaw appeared too not to. Her apprenticeship wasn’t easier than her kithood, feeling like an outsider and worthless, a thought that stemmed from her parent’s abandonment. This only fuelled her need to prove herself more and more, exerting herself to her limits and sometimes paying the consequences of it, like a ripped ear or a scarred back.


Due to her own issues, Rowanpaw paid the price of her own self-disregard, which led her to finally realize: she was loyal to her Clan, not to the cats in it, or at least, she believes it that way for now. Rowanpaw finally was rewarded with the name of Rowanclaw, given by the strength of her will, as strong and refined like a cat’s claws. She resides and lives on, relishing the fortune of becoming a warrior, finally

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EXTRAS.

• THEME SONG: Chains of Agony - Upon a Burning Body
• She can be usually be found sharpening her claws or at the borders of the territory. 
• Rowanclaw prefers to hunt and patrol alone, given her difficulty to communicate without feeling scared. 
• She does some times think of having kits and a mate, but think she'd be a terrible mother and a bad mate. 
• Rowanclaw was found under a dead rowan tree, presumably since that was the Clan name given to her.

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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE.

ROWANCLAW AS ABOVE, SO BELOW, WHAT YOU REAP IS WHAT YOU SOW. WHAT YOU GIVE COMES BACK THREE FOLD, AS ABOVE, SO BELOW.  TAG @name WORDS count here NOTES say something nice

Rowanclaw had woken up perhaps, a bit too early. Her bones felt chilly and she could feel the early breeze eat her skin. She had gone out because she couldn't sleep well, and when she had awoken, she felt the necessity to just go and do something, instead of just laying around and awaiting orders. She never liked to be around her Clanmates that long anyways.  She breathed in the scents, the taint of leaves and moor filling her lungs. Rowanclaw purred to herself: she absolutely loved these solo walks, were she could enjoy the nature, the sounds and life on itself, rather than feeling suffocated by the stares of her Clan. She knew the whispers and the rumours regarding her heritage and bloodline. Clan cats didn't welcome outsiders, and Rowanclaw was too acutely aware of it, maybe because she'd experienced a cold, quiet hostility from it.  The she-cat reached a high point, where she sat, calm and in a blissful silence, thankful that none of her Clanmates were there to see her have a moment of vulnerability, and more because she'd proved to be pricklier than a thorn.

MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW