Mockingbird - TreeClan Jun 9, 2013 17:51:52 GMT -5
Post by Fawntastic on Jun 9, 2013 17:51:52 GMT -5
Name: Mockingkit → Mockingpaw → Mockingbird
2 Moons30 Moons
Campo Verano by michael_hamburg69, on Flickr
Description:As gray as the ashen remains of a burned down tree, Mockingbird has fine, close-lying short fur and a narrow body underneath. Even as a kit, she was never particularly chubby or plush of coat, appearing more as a petite, miniature version of TreeClan's own Grayowl rather than her own being - her only truly distinguishing feature that separates her from Grayowl (besides gender) being the dark amber hue of the eyes. Born with a particularly piercing gaze, the scintillating amber irises provide a little insight on the infernal personality lying there beneath the fur, the burning desire, the shocking coldness, the overwhelming inheritance of blood.
Seeming to mimic her father's sleeker build as opposed to her mother's wider frame (though most of that's fur), it's clear from the moment she began to explore the crowded nursery that Mockingbird is built more for stealth, observation and small bursts of speed rather than anything requiring serious brawn. Lithe and a powerful huntress, she is able to radiate a certain degree of capability without giving up her feminine features, which are all noticeably dark and in some way resembling her father, from the dark nose leather to the even, perfectly proportionate shape of her face. Showing a strong aptitude for grace and precision, Mockingbird has perfected her natural aptitude for stealth, keeps a tidy, pristine coat, and appeals, for all the world to see, normal.
Shortly after her warrior ceremony, an encounter with a rat has left her with two notches in her ear - a strike against her vanity that she simply has to accept.
As gray as the ashen remains of a burned down tree, Mockingkit has fine, close-lying short fur and a narrow body underneath. Even as a kit, she was never particularly chubby or plush of coat, appearing more as a petite, miniature version of TreeClan's own Grayowl rather than her own being - her only real distinguishing feature that separates her from Grayowl (besides gender) being the dark amber hue of the eyes. Born with a particularly piercing gaze, the scintillating amber irises provide a little insight on the infernal personality lying there beneath the fur, the burning desire, the shocking coldness, the overwhelming inheritance of blood.
Seeming to mimic her father's sleeker build as opposed to her mother's wider frame (though most of that's fur), it's clear from the moment she began to explore the crowded nursery that had become her world for the next 3-4 moons that Mockingkit is built more for stealth, observation and small bursts of speed rather than anything requiring serious brawn. She holds the potential to become a house of power without giving up her feminine features, which are all noticeably dark and in some way resembling her father, from the dark nose leather to the even, perfectly proportionate shape of her face. Showing a strong aptitude for grace and precision, Mockingkit will likely hit the ground running just after her apprentice ceremony, and may end up overwhelming her mentor with her almost monstrous levels of dedication, should that cat prove to be a little... inexperienced.
Description Summary: A stunning charcoal gray she-cat with piercing amber eyes.
Personality:As if born with an icy mountain wind sweeping over her heart, Mockingbird keeps her emotions locked away inside to leave behind a truly cold exterior when she's being herself, sharing her true thoughts and feelings only with a select group of cats, her ability to playact has been honed since kithood into the flawless front it is to this day.
The daughter of the notorious Grayowl, the poisoned apple did not fall far from the tree. Manipulative and clever, it’s important to note that Mockingbird is not a sociopath; for all intents and purposes, she may appear to be one, but that is all part of the charade. Rather, Mockingbird is as capable of being emotionally wounded as the next cat - it just takes a sharper dagger than most to nick her heart. Her circle of true concern extends beyond blood-ties only to Magpiewing and no one else; if it is a choice between saving her offspring (in the process, condemning the entire rest of TreeClan), she will do so without a moment’s hesitation.
Ruthless, an iron queen on an iron throne inherited from her father, Mockingbird is not heartless. Just very very good at the game she plays.
Her flaws include (but are most certainly not limited to): dishonesty, disloyalty, perfectionism, remorselessness and impiety. Mockingbird enjoys keeping her father’s legacy alive and well, though she is ever-conscious of how difficult the life of a loner truly is, which is why she has to exercise a certain amount of restraint when showing others just how… deceptive she can be. She has a propensity for spite that tends to rear it’s yellow-eyed head from time to time.
On the other side of the coin, are her strengths (though some might argue that her flaws are only flaws to those who are hurt by them): strategy, wit, resourcefulness, hunting, and self-certainty. Doubt is not something she suffers from. Something to consider; while Mockingbird is undoubtedly duplicitous and interested only in advancing herself and her family, she is an excellent reader of others. While this enables her to pick and scratch at the weaknesses and self-doubts of others, it also allows her to nurture her own kits with almost surprising efficiency.
Mockingbird is, plain and simple, a gardener. It is her preference, however, to nurture those she has kitted or pledged her heart to, and sprinkle weed-killer on everyone else.
>>Must Be The Season of the Witch<<
Not since the days of Tigerstar has there been a more ambitious, cunning, cutthroat cat born to TreeClan; this does not immediately show up on the surface and in clear view of the tree-dwelling Clan, but after enough time spent with the daughter of Grayowl and Tigerlily, several things gradually become apparent. As if born with an icy mountain wind sweeping over her heart, Mockingkit keeps her emotions locked away inside to leave behind a truly cold exterior when she's being herself, sharing her true thoughts and feelings only with a select group of cats, her ability to 'playact' going far beyond the imagination games played between her and her other nursery mates.
Having learned to imitate what a 'typical' kitten is meant to be like through two moons of observation, the young, impressionable creature picked up on what was to be perceived as perfect behavior, and thus never puts a toe out of line or presents herself as anything less than immaculate. She washes behind her ears, goes to bed on time, obeys the Clan rules, never talks back to her parents - smiles and laughs and plays just like the other kits. Because that's what you're supposed to do, isn't it? Even if you want to break the rules, even if you are steadily coming to realize that your mother is a few patches shy of a full pelt? Even if following after your father is all you really ever want?
If Mockingkit learns to be patient, then everything she wants will soon become hers; with the sickly sweet voice of her fathering whispering in her ear, Mockingkit is gradually starting to dedicate herself to one thing and one thing only - impress her father. Going beyond a desire to succeed within the Clan or catch the attention of her Clanmates as the best of the best, Mockingkit wants to become the favorite, the special one, Grayowl's chosen, to follow in his footsteps and measure up to his standards where his apprentices and other kits may have failed.
All she really wants is Daddy's attention and affection, but how far will she go to get it?
However far is necessary.
As she ages, the bloodlust she has inherited will start to show itself, her own signature brand of malice will hide behind a candy-coated smile and a pleasant glimmer of the eyes, holding her Clanmates at arms' length, though ready and willing to crush the life from their bodies if asked to do so. Despite her completely subservient nature to her father, Mockingkit is an intelligent little soldier, able to latch onto his plans rather than form her own - but she does so with precision, dedication and efficiency that would rival a machine's. If Grayowl desires to sneak into the camp of an enemy Clan, Mockingkit will be the first to volunteer her services to scouting out the area, as well as making note of the incoming and outgoing patrols, occasionally struck by an idea that would aid Grayowl in his schemes rather than hinder them.
Of course, Mockingkit wasn't born innately evil, there will be times when some semblance of a moral code comes calling into question a few of her father's decisions and her own behavior, but her obsessive, enabling personality still wins in the end.
In due time, with enough private training sessions from Grayowl as well as her own growth and development, she will become the Mockingbird, able to assimilate into any job or persona Grayowl requires to further along his plans, whether it's a sweet daughter who wouldn't hurt a fly - to a ruthless creature who never questions, only kills.
The family that slays together, stays together, after all.
History:Despite being 30 moons old, her history is far from complex. She was born to Tigerlily and Grayowl of TreeClan, alongside a single littermate named Sootmask. At the age of 6 moons, she was apprenticed to a well-respected TreeClan warrior called Skyfall. At age 12 moons, she became a fully fledged warrior, earning the name Mockingbird (really, no other suffix would've fit) joining the ranks of TreeClan's finest in the warriors' den. That all sounds so normal, doesn't it?
In truth, the circumstances surrounding her birth are much less ordinary.
Tigerlily was the daughter of Redbird, the first apprentice Lionstar had ever taken under his wing. Grayowl, however, was Lionstar's most hated rival; a conniving, sociopathic individual with not even a shred of remorse, he had always unsettled Lionstar - and becoming Tigerlily's mate had been a huge point of contention between them.
In many ways, Mockingkit was exactly like her father; she thought little of Tigerlily apart from acknowledging her as the queen who had birthed her, and worshipping the ground her father walked upon. It was as if they were the only real cats in a sea of brainless, empty bodies.
When she was 12 moons of age, her father was banished from the Clan for the attempted murder of her aunt, Willowfur. When Grayowl was banished, she felt an emptiness inside her unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Her relationship with her mother fell and shattered into irreparable pieces, Mockingbird taking advantage of her own anger and grief at losing her father to cut ties with Tigerlily.
She did not blame the she-cat for 'mating with a monster', that was hardly the issue at all.
Mockingbird simply grew tired of pretending. After Grayowl's banishment, it just all seemed... like too much to bother with.
The gray warrioress went through a shadowy period, aware that she was being closely watched by the senior members of the Clan to see if she would try to contact her rogue father. Mockingbird played her role perfectly - acting as the distraught daughter, working hard as though to prove to others she was willing to be a helpful, valuable member of the Clan.
At 20 moons, after the storm had died down, Mockingbird sought out her father. It took a few trips into the mountains to find him, but find him she did. The reunion was almost touching, almost. With contact reestablished, Mockingbird found coping with her idiotic Clanmates to be easier, and with Grayowl still able to offer instructions even from beyond Clan borders, she grew content once againn.
At 22 moons, a young, clever new warrior by the name of Magpiewing followed her to one of her meetings with Grayowl, uncovering her secret. Rather than murder him right then and there (it took a while for this option to absolve on its own), Mockingbird saw something in him that the rest of TreeClan lacked; a kindred spirit.
As if two serpents had recognized each other in a nest of mice, their mutual interest, their mutual fascination with one another cleared a path to 'romance' (if it could be called that, though Magpiewing has now been included in her very small sphere of genuine care). Before long, they were mates.
At 27 moons, Mockingbird gave birth to three healthy kits; Owlkit (named after her father), Ravenkit (named after NightClan's infamous leader), and Berrykit (acknowledged input from Magpiewing's side of the family). Since then, she has been in the nursery, nurturing her litter, encouraging them to test the boundaries of their world while they still have that kithood innocence to fall back on should they get into any trouble.
That Magpiewing has another son, through the deceased albino Pinkcloud, does not bothering her. Though she is spiteful, she is not jealous of a 'mate and family' Magpiewing does not even care about. If there was any contest between his current family and the old one, Mockingbird likely would have assessed just how necessary Magpiewing was to the family unit now that his necessary biological role had been fulfilled, but such a thing is not necessary.
She is happy. She has her mate. She has her kits. She has her father and she has her brother. Life, in Mockingbird's narrow, unfriendly world, is peaceful. Now whether that peace comes at the expense of others'... only time will tell.Mockingkit was born to Tigerlily and Grayowl of TreeClan. Both were warriors, with a small gap in age that wasn't much cause for worry; what had put the TreeClan leader on edge, however, when the two had decided to become mates, was the overwhelming piles of distrust and dislike Lionstar has for the tom called Grayowl. With Tigerlily being the daughter of a former apprentice Lionstar swore to look after, it makes sense that he would be thoroughly opposed to those two becoming a couple - the cat whose well being he feels responsible for, falling in love with the cat he can trust about as far as he can throw - a nightmare pairing, if ever there was one.
Born utterly oblivious to the uneasiness and opposition her parents might've faced prior to her birth, Mockingkit has somewhat of a strange relationship with each parent. Towards her mother, she is sweet, angelic even, though this is as much a rouse as Grayowl's behavior towards Willowfur, the sister he tried to kill nearly two years ago. Towards Grayowl, however, Mockingkit nearly worships the ground he walks upon, obeys his every word and puts him on such a high pedestal, it's likely to cause attachment issues and other things later on down the road.
In regards to to the Clan hierarchy, Mockingkit is not particularly enthused by their presence. Standing before Lionstar does not ignite much of a feeling of awe - too blindsided by her father's aura to really care what anyone else is doing. When the golden tom is mad, however, or emoting so strongly it's impossible to ignore, Mockingkit is quick to remember that she's only a tiny kitten, and has to stay under the radar if she's ever to be of any use to her father.
Mockingkit has an unusual ability of voice mimicry. It is not perfect, but she is able to imitate the mews of some of her fellow she-cat Clanmates, a hobby she is perfecting when she has the time – careful to do this away from the listening ears of others, after she creeped out one of the queens trying it in the open.
Her brother is Sootmask, played by Phoenix.
Her kits are Owlkit (SilverWing), Ravenkit (Silver) and Berrykit (Heli)
Her mate is Magpiewing (Zeneka)
Theme Song: No idea