Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2018 15:46:19 GMT -5
Name: Dapplefire
Age: 12 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: LightningClan
Rank:Warrior
Picture:
Description: Dapplefire is a medium sized she-cat, leaning more towards the slim side in terms of weight. Her body is lean and strong, housing a fair share of muscle honed from moons of rigorous training and challenging herself to be the best she can be. She is covered from head to tailtip in a coat of short, coarse, fur that she's all too happy to brag about, especially considering the fact that it's tortoiseshell in color, something she personally believes to be particularly attractive. While she has yet to receive any nicks or scars from battle, her yellow-green gaze is hard and judging, as though she were attempting to replicate the stare of a long experienced warrior.
Description Summary: Muscular tortoiseshell she-cat with yellow-green eyes.
Personality:
History: Born into a family of cats obsessed with blood purity, Dapplekit was doomed from day one. Her parents had paired up for the sake of keeping their lines from being tainted and the resulting kits were exposed to the multitude of fights that resulted from their parent's loveless relationship. Dapplekit could recall with clarity, the violent words they'd spew at each other whenever they were together. The hateful glares they'd exchange sent home a message to the tiny kit, that this was not love, though she'd had no reference to go off of on the subject. She'd sparsely been exposed to the concept of love at this age, but she believed whole heartedly that what her parents had could not be classified as such.
It wasn't until moons later, during her apprenticeship, that Dapplepaw had her first real look at love. Her mentor was a great cat, a powerful warrior skilled in battle. So logically, when she'd spied him slipping out of camp in the dead of night she followed him, hoping she'd get the chance to see him fight off an invading rogue, or that she'd be able to catch him training in secret and she'd be able to learn a super cool secret move! That wasn't the case of course, because as it turned out he didmeet a rogue at the border but for reasons very different from what she'd thought.
The stranger's name was Argus, that much she could remember, and the way he'd greeted her mentor spoke volumes of how close they were. The way they looked at each other, like nothing else existed but them in that moment shook the apprentice to her very core. This was so different than what she knew, so different from the fighting, the venom and the priority placed on blood that she'd known. This was love, truly and sweetly in it's purest form, and she could feel something shift within herself that night.
Dapplepaw never told anyone what happened that night, nor did she breathe a word when her mentor went missing just days after her warrior ceremony but she openly wept on that day, when she was all alone. She could see the way it hurt her clanmates when he left, and she could see how it affected them losing a great warrior. So many cats were affected by his choice, and it seemed the only ones that benefitted from it were the two of them. She concluded from this that loving someone wasa selfish deed and she became determined to rise above that kind of selfishness. She'd be the warrior her clan needed regardless of whether they liked it or not, and no flimsy feelings would get in her way. If venom and hate was what kept the clan safe and fed, she'd embody that to the fullest extent. Still, she couldn't help but find herself longing for something like that. For someone to look at her like she held the light of Starclan in her eyes, but she pushes that desire down, it wouldn't help anyone.
Other: Not yet
Age: 12 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: LightningClan
Rank:Warrior
Picture:
Description: Dapplefire is a medium sized she-cat, leaning more towards the slim side in terms of weight. Her body is lean and strong, housing a fair share of muscle honed from moons of rigorous training and challenging herself to be the best she can be. She is covered from head to tailtip in a coat of short, coarse, fur that she's all too happy to brag about, especially considering the fact that it's tortoiseshell in color, something she personally believes to be particularly attractive. While she has yet to receive any nicks or scars from battle, her yellow-green gaze is hard and judging, as though she were attempting to replicate the stare of a long experienced warrior.
Description Summary: Muscular tortoiseshell she-cat with yellow-green eyes.
Personality:
In the most simplistic of terms, Dapplefire is a heel. Seemingly unsympathetic and willing to do whatever it takes to reach the top, there's little this she-cat won't do for power. Manipulation is her specialty and while her egoist nature is far too annoying for anyone to really call her charming, she has her own little ways of making others comply. She has no problem capitalising on the kindness of others, nor would she take issue with abusing the desperation of fellow cats for the sake of aquiring afavor from them. Chances are, if she offers you anything, it's got a price that comes with it. Rarely, she may help out another cat out of pure pity or because she likes them or they've proven themselves loyal to her. On the other side of the spectrum though, those she takes issue with can expect a much steeper price for her assitance.
This molly is as well incredibly egotistical, to the point of annoyance. She truly and firmly believes herself to be the greatest cat in all the clans. She chalks this up to her 'amazing skills' and 'clean bloodline', though while her skills are impressive, she's still got alot to learn yet and many a more experienced warrior would be able to overtake her. Still, she continues to brag about her abilities and antagonizes anyone that has the audacity to challenge her about it. If you want to have a several moon long conflict on your paws, just take a quick jab or two at Dapplefire and you'll get exactly what you want. She does not take criticism well, she'd much rather tear her own fur off than listen to it.
Though her claims of being the best are subjective at best, Dapplefire truly works hard to improve herself. Or at least she works to improve her skills. She frequently spends her free time training to ensure she doesn't become rusty in either hunting or fighting techniques. Be it on her own or by engaging in sessions with clanmates, she dedicates herself wholly to getting better, though she has been known to overwork herself in the process. That, and she doesn't skip out on her duties, she's a reliable cat in the sense that you can expect her to always do her job. The only exception tho this is when she falls ill, though often times she has to be forced to stay in camp.
Secretly, deep in the recesses of her heart, Dapplefire is actually a romantic. She longs for a tender reltionship founded on love and mutual respect, something she'd never seen in her parents. The thought of it excites her, having someone to come back to every day after the work is done and the sun is setting, she often fantasizes about it late at night when she should be sleeping. It gives her hope for the future, makes her feel like she's more than pure blood and venom, though she would never admit this to anyone. She's too afraid of what others might think if they knew she had a soft spot. In her eyes love and kindness only slow you down in the end, yet she's well aware that even she has the capacity for both, and the thought terrifies her.
This molly is as well incredibly egotistical, to the point of annoyance. She truly and firmly believes herself to be the greatest cat in all the clans. She chalks this up to her 'amazing skills' and 'clean bloodline', though while her skills are impressive, she's still got alot to learn yet and many a more experienced warrior would be able to overtake her. Still, she continues to brag about her abilities and antagonizes anyone that has the audacity to challenge her about it. If you want to have a several moon long conflict on your paws, just take a quick jab or two at Dapplefire and you'll get exactly what you want. She does not take criticism well, she'd much rather tear her own fur off than listen to it.
Though her claims of being the best are subjective at best, Dapplefire truly works hard to improve herself. Or at least she works to improve her skills. She frequently spends her free time training to ensure she doesn't become rusty in either hunting or fighting techniques. Be it on her own or by engaging in sessions with clanmates, she dedicates herself wholly to getting better, though she has been known to overwork herself in the process. That, and she doesn't skip out on her duties, she's a reliable cat in the sense that you can expect her to always do her job. The only exception tho this is when she falls ill, though often times she has to be forced to stay in camp.
Secretly, deep in the recesses of her heart, Dapplefire is actually a romantic. She longs for a tender reltionship founded on love and mutual respect, something she'd never seen in her parents. The thought of it excites her, having someone to come back to every day after the work is done and the sun is setting, she often fantasizes about it late at night when she should be sleeping. It gives her hope for the future, makes her feel like she's more than pure blood and venom, though she would never admit this to anyone. She's too afraid of what others might think if they knew she had a soft spot. In her eyes love and kindness only slow you down in the end, yet she's well aware that even she has the capacity for both, and the thought terrifies her.
History: Born into a family of cats obsessed with blood purity, Dapplekit was doomed from day one. Her parents had paired up for the sake of keeping their lines from being tainted and the resulting kits were exposed to the multitude of fights that resulted from their parent's loveless relationship. Dapplekit could recall with clarity, the violent words they'd spew at each other whenever they were together. The hateful glares they'd exchange sent home a message to the tiny kit, that this was not love, though she'd had no reference to go off of on the subject. She'd sparsely been exposed to the concept of love at this age, but she believed whole heartedly that what her parents had could not be classified as such.
It wasn't until moons later, during her apprenticeship, that Dapplepaw had her first real look at love. Her mentor was a great cat, a powerful warrior skilled in battle. So logically, when she'd spied him slipping out of camp in the dead of night she followed him, hoping she'd get the chance to see him fight off an invading rogue, or that she'd be able to catch him training in secret and she'd be able to learn a super cool secret move! That wasn't the case of course, because as it turned out he didmeet a rogue at the border but for reasons very different from what she'd thought.
The stranger's name was Argus, that much she could remember, and the way he'd greeted her mentor spoke volumes of how close they were. The way they looked at each other, like nothing else existed but them in that moment shook the apprentice to her very core. This was so different than what she knew, so different from the fighting, the venom and the priority placed on blood that she'd known. This was love, truly and sweetly in it's purest form, and she could feel something shift within herself that night.
Dapplepaw never told anyone what happened that night, nor did she breathe a word when her mentor went missing just days after her warrior ceremony but she openly wept on that day, when she was all alone. She could see the way it hurt her clanmates when he left, and she could see how it affected them losing a great warrior. So many cats were affected by his choice, and it seemed the only ones that benefitted from it were the two of them. She concluded from this that loving someone wasa selfish deed and she became determined to rise above that kind of selfishness. She'd be the warrior her clan needed regardless of whether they liked it or not, and no flimsy feelings would get in her way. If venom and hate was what kept the clan safe and fed, she'd embody that to the fullest extent. Still, she couldn't help but find herself longing for something like that. For someone to look at her like she held the light of Starclan in her eyes, but she pushes that desire down, it wouldn't help anyone.
Other: Not yet