Violetclaw - F - RainClan - Warrior Oct 28, 2012 16:48:17 GMT -5
Post by Fawntastic on Oct 28, 2012 16:48:17 GMT -5
Age: 28 Moons
Violetclaw was given the prefix of 'Violet' for the very silver, darkly rosetted pelt she's had ever since she was born. Some of her siblings were born with very few markings that gradually got darker as they aged, but Violetclaw, right from the start, was born with a full set of markings against a pretty silver background. Like most RainClan cats, she's light and sleek of fur, muscular of body without being bulky, and is exceptionally adept as quick movements, with sharp yellow eyes.
When it comes to Violetclaw, what you see is what you get. She certainly looks like a silver she-warrior of LeopardClan, and her fierce appearance is more than just skin-deep, it runs all the way through Violetclaw down to her very core. Despite being quite the sharp-tongued and sharp-clawed she-cat, she is actually a lot of cat crammed into a surprisingly elegant looking package. Though she is muscular enough that no cat can doubt that she can keep pace with the toms, she has not lost her feminine appearance: her face is small, her eyes are rather large, with distinctive black markings beneath her eyes and on her forehead. She has long white whiskers, thin fur that thickens during the winter time (though she wishes it were just a bit thicker), and a tail that's black banded right up to a few inches till the tip, where it darkens into solid black.
Description Summary: Athletic, tall silver she-cat with black markings and yellow eyes.
Personality:Aggressive, Ambitious, Cunning/shrewd, Proud, Pious.The rival of many, the friend of few, with the ambition of thousands.
There is something innately frightening about a she-cat who makes it no secret that she's out to own it all. Comfortable with her own exceptionally high ambition, Violetclaw stalks through her RainClan territory like a wolf prowling through rabbit country – though she's prepared to fight to the death to protect them, there is still something intimidating in her desire to reach the ranks of deputy, and eventually the leadership position. Though her ambition does not appear to be to the levels of murder and slander, she is certainly not shy when it comes to her opinions, and being difficult to impress, her opinions are often slanted towards negativity rather than neutrality. She's like a Japanese Katana in a drawer full of steak knives, her intellect is of the factual, practical, and strategic brand, Violetclaw having an obvious talent for seeing the weaknesses and openings in not just her own Clanmates, but in the other Clans that inhabit the forest.
Violetclaw makes decisions with a seemingly total lack of emotion attached to the thinking process. Her heart divorced from her head – as the heart is a detrimental, fickle though vital organ that's let her down before – her opinions and points of action born from a heartless grip on reality and a system of benefits and losses. Her mind works in a manner that may would find selfish or perhaps a little dangerous, as Violetclaw views things in a "well what's in it for me? What's my Clan going to get out of it?" Though it's comforting to know that she always puts the well-being of her Clan and herself first, there is a worry that she can become too greedy, that her desire for everything, not just fragments, will come back to haunt her and anyone around her.
Though she has her Clan's best interests at heart (Well, at mind, since she doesn't consider her emotions to hold much value anymore), her Clanmates can't help but fear the cunning, ambitious, fox-like nature of the cat with a mind that's sharper than a tiger's claws.
If one is able to put aside her overwhelming ambition for a bit, they would notice that she has a few more traits and personality quirks that not only make her stand out even further, they continuously distance her from her Clanmates, whether she wants to be or not. Though Violetclaw is content with her narrow social circle and the fearful respect she has earned for herself, she likely never intended for her natural talents to drive others away. She is, in all respects, a beast. She hunts like a machine, but fights like a demon. Though honorable enough to, for the most part, fight fairly, Violetclaw isn't shy of striking vital, soft spots such as the throat, the eyes, the soft undersides of her enemies. In fact, to strike the eyes and then rake the belly is one of her signature one-two-combos, Violetclaw's 'give no quarter, take no prisoners' approach hasn't made her very popular, but there is a certain amount of admiration that comes with being able to execute moves so quickly and with so little morally-caused hesitation.
To be clear, Violetclaw actually has moves that are delivered with all the acute, tight ferocity of a tom, and sometimes she can let this bleed over into her social life. She's not your average dainty little she-cat. Her heart and head are not filled with thoughts of kits and a nice mate – at least, not any more – she has imperialistic desires, and a strong aggressive nature that gives strength to her equally as aggressive pursuit of her goals.
On the other hand, all her ambition and skillful manipulation isn't always such a good thing. When you are a sword that doesn't have a proper, sturdy sheathe, you risk injury not just to yourself, but to any friends that may come near you. Violetclaw doesn't have many friends, due to her flat out tendency to step all over their feelings in order to get whatever she's after, Violetclaw not at all afraid to risk their happiness for the good of the Clan. She wouldn't directly put any of her Clanmates in danger, though, and she is often the cat most likely to rescue you if you were losing badly in a battle against another Clan. Though she'll probably have something to say along the lines of Mousebrain! Why aren't you stronger? Is RainClan a joke to you? She has actually made a few apprentices cry from her bristly criticism, but this she-cat would likely think they were being weak and needed to toughen up anyway.
Violetclaw is not a complete fox-hearted, sharp-minded creature with little regard for the feelings of others, she is capable of great kindness – though rare – as well as a few other emotions that seem to be nigh impossible at first glance.
Compassionate - there is a certain fondness of the eye and softness of the heart that overcomes her when she's visiting the nursery. Something about seeing the cute little fluffballs rocket around the nursery playing "RainClan versus NightClan" warms even this ice queen's frozen heart. While this completely forgiving compassion stops when the kits reach about 8 moons of age (there is a two moon grace period in which she allows the empty headed little future warriors to fill themselves with knowledge, before she subjects them to her criticism), the fact that it's there at all is a healthy break from her almost obsessive ambition.
Sensitivity - Yes, it's true, the she-cat with a bold, heartless nature can actually be quite sensitive at times. Though she is usually the picture of dominance and self-sureness, there are a few occasional 'blue periods' where Violetclaw will quietly and solemnly acknowledge the fear and the dislike she may face from her Clanmates. Though she doesn't view life as a popularity contest, there is a part of her that is still the insecure apprentice she had once been, that is fearful of the thoughts of her Clanmates, and that clings to the few friends she has as though death will embrace her should she ever let go. Though she can rumble with the best of them, she is particularly sensitive to any love-related criticisms from her fellow RainClanners. Things like, you'll never find a mate with that attitude hurt her more than she'll ever let on, but Violetclaw would rather die than breathe a word of this to anyone.
Mistrust of Males/Romantic Awkwardness - This is born of a bad breakup she suffered through when she had just become a warrior, a close male friend having become her mate after he confessed his feelings for her on the morning following her vigil. Delighted – and a tiny bit worried that he may be the only tom to ever say the words "I love you" to her, Violetclaw readily became his mate. However, her overwhelming ambition and lack of a desire to settle down and start a family ultimately drove him away. Not to mention she was better at everything, compared to him. He was insecure and felt overshadowed and suffocating in the wake of her burning aspirations. Unable to take it anymore, he broke up with her in a messy, angry fashion that left her ego and her heart a bruised mess. She felt toyed with more than anything else, for her feelings had been genuine, and she had lowered her guard enough to let him see all sides of herself. Apparently he hadn't liked what he saw, and he broke off not just their romantic relationship, but their friendship as well.
Forever scarred from that encounter, she has a general distrust of males that spanned for at least 8 moons now, and a deep discomfort around 'couples', due to it constantly reminding her of what she lost.
Speaking of losing things, it wouldn't come as a surprise that Violetclaw is loath to be the loser in any situation. Competitive since a young age, Violetclaw is used to surging ahead and taking the crown, the she-cat likely to disregard her own injuries or weaknesses in favor of clinching the victory. However, while that stems from competitive tendencies and a thirst to make up for a few ghosts of her past, Violetclaw is equally as adamant about not losing any friends or cats who are close to her. Because of a few bad experiences at a young age as well as the hole her former mate and friend left in her heart, Violetclaw clings fiercely to those whose opinions and feelings she does cherish and respect, those few who have seen all of her and accept her, no matter how monstrous she may seem to the others. She loves and protects and is loyal to those that don't view her as too much to handle or too arrogant to even talk to.
Her biggest fears are letting down her Clan, and losing the cats she's close to. If she can prevent these two things from happening, than Violetclaw can at least claim partial success as a warrior of RainClan, even if she doesn't quite make it to the deputy or leadership position. While she's certain to hound or hate anyone who does get that coveted position but fails to meet her sky-high standards, regardless of what she says or does, Violetclaw has and always will be loyal to her very core.
Her beginnings were entirely uninteresting - born to the RainClan queen Honeyspots and then RainClan Deputy, Leopardclaw, she was not the only kitten in the litter, though she is by far the one with the most ambition. In fact, that could be said in any situation she's been in. Violetkit was happy, healthy and very much an energetic if not troublesome little she-kit. She played well with her siblings, and she longed to follow in her father's footsteps by becoming the next Clan deputy, her admiration and love for the handsome spotted tom that was her father as deep and ever-flowing as the river.
At least it was, until he did something that shocked the Clan and shamed his whole family in one single blow.
Leopardclaw, the RainClan deputy, tried to kill Deadstar. He had succeeded in robbing the massive, shabby looking tom of one life before a RainClan border patrol had caught him. The traitor and their injured leader were hauled back for punishment and healing. It looked as though Leopardclaw's ambition had gotten the best of him: the traits she had once admired in herself because she had shared them with her father now looked like the characteristics of a devil, a traitor, a stain upon the proud history of her Clan. Shocked and hurt, it broke her heart and confused her to see her father imprisoned within the camp until Deadstar was well enough to deliver his coming retribution.
Though the shocked Honeyspots did everything in her power to protect her children from witnessing their father's fate and hearing more of Leopardclaw's ultimate act of betrayal - which he had done, in his own words, "for the good of the Clan", Violetkit could not unhear the truth. It had been such a scary time for a she-kit of only 4 moons old: her playmates no longer played with her, for her resemblance to her father was tragically striking, the queens looked at her with worry and distaste, and their Clanmates looked upon Leopardclaw's family with judging eyes and stinging whispers.
Feeling as though she were under attack, Violetkit stopped venturing out of the nursery, the little abashed kitten retreating to where none of her Clanmates could stare at her or whisper under their breath about how much of a disappointment and a traitor her father had been. Even whilst hiding, Violetclaw had been able to hear the verdict involving her father's murder of Deadstar. (It had technically been successful, it just needed to be successful a few more times for Leopardclaw to really become Leopardstar)
As Leopardclaw stood before the whole of RainClan with his head held high, his pelt shining, his eyes burning, defiant to his last breath as a RainClan warrior, Deadstar denounced him as a traitor and banished him from the forest. He would pass the word along at the next gathering - any cat who saw him could kill him if he ever sets foot on their territory or RainClan territory.
Before he was escorted out of camp, however, the shamed but still dignified Leopardclaw had been given the chance to say goodbye to his family. Despite all that had happened, Honeyspots had loved him, and it showed in the pain in her eyes when they nuzzled one last time. Leopardclaw then said goodbye to his children, neither last or least of all, little Violetkit, who had cowered in fear and shame at the back of the nursery, too heavy of heart to go near him. Instead, Leopardclaw had come to her, and murmured words she would never be able to forget.
"You may think of me as a monster, but I have always seen myself as and acted as a patriot. I love this Clan, I love your mother, your siblings, and I love you very much. No matter what happens, Violetkit, don't ever let anyone stand in the way of your dreams. Don't follow in my footsteps, don't make the same mistakes I did. But don't let go of your goals, either. Goodbye, my little one."
It had been a nice short speech, and in that instant, Violetkit had forgiven her father for the whispering, for the horrible situation in which he'd actually robbed Deadstar of one of his lives, of the pain and misery that was awaiting her in the future. She begged him not to leave, but Leopardclaw, somber and proud, left the Clan by himself, choosing to walk out with dignity than be hauled away with nothing to his name but his betrayal.
That was a moment that would stick with Violetclaw forever, and even now she sometimes has flashbacks to that awful day, staring at her father's back as he eventually faded from view and from the remainder of her childhood. It was a heartwrenching but pivotal moment for Violetkit, and despite his flaws, his mistakes, his betrayal, Violetkit couldn't bring herself to hate him.
She also couldn't hate herself for their similarities. Determined to live her life with the same dignity and pride her father had displayed as he left all that he'd ever known and loved, the cowering, shameful kit from earlier had crumbled away to reveal a determined silver kitten who pledged never to feel that sorry for herself ever again. It was a lot of emotion to try and process for a youngster such as herself, but already faced with a terrible happening at her age only made her stronger, and a better cat for it.
Violetkit, against the rumors and the dark glances shared by her Clanmates, became Violetpaw, and was apprenticed to Rushingstream, a senior warrior with a nasty temper and no tolerance for sissies. He was guaranteed to be a difficult mentor, but rather than shrink back and cower beneath his mighty temper and his brawny stature, Violetpaw lifted her head up proudly and met his gaze head on. Rushingstream was pleased that she wasn't letting the fiasco with her father dictate how she was to live in RainClan, he was equally as pleased that she could take as good as she got - whether it was a tongue-lashing or a few heavy paw strikes during battle practice.
Despite coming off as rude sometimes, in her desperate desire to prove herself, Rushingstream was actually quite fond of the silver and black-spotted she-cat. Another senior warrior, by the name of Amberfall, was not so taken with the daughter of Leopardclaw. Amberfall treated Violetpaw poorly, constantly making her clean out the elders' den for no reason, making her eat last when no one was looking, frequently making snide and disrespectful comments towards her father - and even her mother 'for falling for an insidious leech like that'. This system of abuse even trickled down to Amberfall's apprentice, Redpaw, who at first mocked her to impress his own mentor - that is, until she beat him so soundly he almost lot partial hearing in his left ear.
From that moment on, Redpaw learned not to tease those whose past he had only a small grasp of, and who deserved way more respect than he'd been giving. Funny, Redpaw and Violetpaw ended up becoming friends after Redpaw got out of the Medicine Cat's den. Proving herself just as tough as any tom, the two became inseparable, another she-cat by the name of Minkpaw joining in to make them a troublesome trio - all of which had such bright futures ahead of them.
Whatever had happened with her father, Violetpaw had quickly risen to meet this daunting task of making a name for herself that was a positive one instead of a negative one. She took most of Amberfall's abuse, and continued to piss the older cat off by not rising to the bait and by befriending the petty senior warrior's apprentice. Rushingstream thought this was hilarious, to say the least, and Amberfall came to resent all three of them - Violetpaw, Redpaw and her mentor, Rushingstream. Nothing would've become of this animosity, surely, had it not been for the fact that the RainClan deputy, in a bit of a mental slip, assigned Violetpaw and Amberfall to a brief border patrol.
The sole patrollers, Amberfall and Violetpaw, did not get along well. Despite Violetpaw's best efforts to continue doing her duty, Amberfall eventually snapped and lashed out at her. A second patrol arrived just in time to keep Amberfall from killing the young she-cat, and Violetpaw, to her credit, had blinded Amberfall in one eye and had slashed his face open until it was almost unrecognizable. Forcing Amberfall into an early retirement now that he had lost sight in one eye to go with the limp he'd procured many moons ago, Violetpaw had to sleep with one eye open ever since that day.
Warriorhood/Heartbreak/Ghosts From the Past
Amberfall wasn't the only senior warrior to retire due to Violetpaw. Her mentor, Rushingstream retired the same day she became a warrior, declaring Violetpaw the best apprentice he'd ever had the pleasure of mentoring. The old, stern cat had brought tears to his young student's eyes when he confessed she was the daughter he'd never had. None had been prouder than Rushingstream when Violetpaw, at eleven moons, became Violetclaw - so named for her valor, her determination, and her resiliance against hostility not just at the Clan borders, but within RainClan itself.
At last she stood before RainClan as a warrior! At last her dream of becoming deputy, of wiping clean the travesty that was her father's betrayal, of bringing RainClan to the glory it deserved, could become a reality.
That is, until a very handsome, full grown distraction confessed his love to her the morning following her vigil. Redpaw had become Redblaze two full moons before she had, and he'd been waiting for her the second her vigil ended. Catching the newly dubbed Violetclaw just before she padded to the Warriors' Den for a quick nap, her lifelong friend confessed his feelings, pleading with the silver she-cat to give him a chance - a chance that they wouldn't be friends, not if there was a possibility that they could be something more. Perhaps overwhelmed by last night's ceremony as well as his heartfelt confession, Violetclaw readily agreed to give this 'romance' thing a try.
It went well until she reached her 20th moon. Figuring she'd spent enough time chasing a dream that wasn't going to come true, Redblaze had wanted them both to settle down, to start a family, to give up this nonsense about become deputy and be a queen instead. Violetclaw immediately rejected this. It wasn't that she didn't want a family, she enjoyed the presence of kits as much as the next cat, it was just that she wanted to do her best for her Clan even more. Completely pledged to RainClan, Violetclaw and Redblaze hit a rough patch in their relationship. She was unable to give him what he wanted, and he was holding her back from her dreams - not to mention taking her superior hunting and fighting skills as a personal insult. It wasn't that he'd ever had the chance to boast at being the best and had been robbed of his crown, rather, he'd always been one step behind her, even if he'd been two moons older. It was incredibly frustrating for him, though their friendship had done much to heal any negative, jealous feelings.
Until that friendship evolved into something else. At the pinnacle of frustration and having developed a downright dislike for the she-cat who was too stubborn to give up her stupid wild goose chase, Redblaze broke off their relationship. Spitting hostile words at her, the tom had stalked off with his fur standing on end and his tail thrashing wildly, leaving a shocked and broken-hearted Violetclaw behind.
That was the second time someone she'd ever loved had walked away from her.
But it wouldn't be the last she saw of either Redblaze or her estranged father, Leopardclaw.
A Ghost from the Past
Crushed by their breakup and the loss of a good friend, Violetclaw had wandered out of RainClan camp to the very edges of their territory to find a cat she hadn't seen in over a year. Leopardclaw was there on the fringes of the forest, just as surprised as she was to discover one another. They almost didn't recognize each other, had it not been for the nearly identical appearance, though his fur looked almost bronze next to her perfectly silver sheen. Too hurt to share this with Minkfur, her best friend, Violetclaw poured out all 20 moons of her struggles and triumphs into the listening ears of her father. He didn't judge her. In fact, he understood what she had went through. He comforted her over the loss of Redblaze, he asked how the rest of his offspring were doing - he still cared. His body may have left RainClan, but it was obvious that his heart was still there.
Even though speaking with him was an act of treason, Violetclaw was unwilling to let this relationship with her father that had been missing for so long, and has continued to see him even to this day. Though getting an apprentice had made their meetings less frequent than she'd like, Violetclaw also couldn't forget that having an apprentice was key to becoming deputy, so she spent most of her time before tending to the needs of her Clan, talking with Minkfur, pouring her heart and soul into her new apprentice, Bluepaw, and catching up with her father.
In light of Leopardclaw's appearance in her life, Violetclaw was quick to let Redblaze go - however, the parting words of her ex-mate had cut a little deeper than she'd care to admit.
"If all you ever think about is YOU, then there won't be any room for anyone else! Stop chasing those stupid dreams of yours, why can't you just be like everyone else? You think I'm gonna be the only tom you chase away? Whatever. Good luck with becoming deputy, maybe then you'll stop and think about the other cats in your life."
Oh how those words had burned.
....had she truly been so selfish all this time? Or had those been the words of a tom whose feelings had been hurt, whose pride had been crushed and undermined? There was no way of knowing for sure, so Violetclaw did the only thing she could think of: she let it go.
At 26 moons, Violetclaw was able to see her first ever apprentice, a tom by the name of Bluepaw, become Bluestorm.
She has been without an apprentice and a mate since then, but she still considers Minkfur, Rushingstream and Leopardclaw the only cats she'll ever need from this point on.
RP Example: this is only required for leaders, deputies, medicine cats and their apprentices. At least 150 words.
Other: Theme Songs: Wake Up by Katy Perry, Stronger by Kelly Clarkson, Fighter by Christina Aguilera.