Post by Abyss on May 7, 2020 10:58:05 GMT -5
Rustfeather
Current Name: Rustfeather
--Past Names: Rustkit, Rustpaw
--Future Names: ---
Gender: Female [She, her, etc.]
--Sexuality: Heterosexual (may change in the future)
Age: - Moons
Rank: Medicine Cat
--Past Ranks: Kit, Apprentice, MCA
--Future Ranks: ---
Clan: Mistclan
--Past Clan: Rainclan
Required Items: Half-Clan (bought by Nix)
--Past Names: Rustkit, Rustpaw
--Future Names: ---
Gender: Female [She, her, etc.]
--Sexuality: Heterosexual (may change in the future)
Age: - Moons
Rank: Medicine Cat
--Past Ranks: Kit, Apprentice, MCA
--Future Ranks: ---
Clan: Mistclan
--Past Clan: Rainclan
Required Items: Half-Clan (bought by Nix)
Appearance Summary: Small rusty red she-cat with amber eyes and tiny paws
Appearance Credit: www.flickr.com/photos/anshara/albums/72157623934519055
Starting out life as a tiny little ball of fluff, this young she-cat, in her three moons, has quickly established that she is not and likely will never be a very big cat, both in body size and muscle size. Lithe and slender with not much muscle to account for, one would automatically assume that Rustkit had been the runt of her litter had she not been the first born. As she is now, this ruddy she-cat stands nearly a head smaller than other kits her age with a body to match. Though, to attempt to hide her small size, her fur is a mixture of many lengths of fur, short fur growing from her face and legs, medium fur on her shoulders, torso, and mane, and long fur on her tail.
Taking on the coloring of her father, though her clanmates don’t know this, Rustkit gained her name from the color and texture of her pelt. Sporting a rusty red with hints of brown as her primary coat color, blending in with the crimson and flame-colored fallen leaves of Leaffall is a piece of cake for this femme. Bringing a darker flow to her russet pelt, dark brown to black markings adorn her face, back, and tail, tabby-like markings cascading down her forehead and stopping at her eyes, though continuing in a solid streak down her spine. Fading into either of her sides, these dark accents end at about her shoulders, though consume the entire top of her tail, giving her more of the appearance of her namesake. But, in comparison to her darker additions, light cream and white fur also resides upon her face, chin, neck, and stomach. With light cream rounding her eyes and snow white gripping at her muzzle and neck, these markings only seem to brighten her darker top coat. Though it isn’t seen nearly as clearly as the rest, she also carries a patch of flaky white and cream fur along the mid-section between her chest and stomach.
A key feature of this she-cat that many picked up on in her early stages of development, Rustkit carries herself, or more so trips herself, with a set of tiny paws at the end of those legs. Gaining most of her reputation from these paws, she has always struggled with the size of her paws and will likely continue to do so throughout her Apprenticeship.
At last, to finalize this rusty she-cat, a light red nose outlined in black, medium-length white whiskers, and a pair of large and round amber eyes peak Rustkit’s appearance, bringing forth the loveable yet lonely she-kit her clanmates see before them.
Appearance Credit: www.flickr.com/photos/anshara/albums/72157623934519055
Starting out life as a tiny little ball of fluff, this young she-cat, in her three moons, has quickly established that she is not and likely will never be a very big cat, both in body size and muscle size. Lithe and slender with not much muscle to account for, one would automatically assume that Rustkit had been the runt of her litter had she not been the first born. As she is now, this ruddy she-cat stands nearly a head smaller than other kits her age with a body to match. Though, to attempt to hide her small size, her fur is a mixture of many lengths of fur, short fur growing from her face and legs, medium fur on her shoulders, torso, and mane, and long fur on her tail.
Taking on the coloring of her father, though her clanmates don’t know this, Rustkit gained her name from the color and texture of her pelt. Sporting a rusty red with hints of brown as her primary coat color, blending in with the crimson and flame-colored fallen leaves of Leaffall is a piece of cake for this femme. Bringing a darker flow to her russet pelt, dark brown to black markings adorn her face, back, and tail, tabby-like markings cascading down her forehead and stopping at her eyes, though continuing in a solid streak down her spine. Fading into either of her sides, these dark accents end at about her shoulders, though consume the entire top of her tail, giving her more of the appearance of her namesake. But, in comparison to her darker additions, light cream and white fur also resides upon her face, chin, neck, and stomach. With light cream rounding her eyes and snow white gripping at her muzzle and neck, these markings only seem to brighten her darker top coat. Though it isn’t seen nearly as clearly as the rest, she also carries a patch of flaky white and cream fur along the mid-section between her chest and stomach.
A key feature of this she-cat that many picked up on in her early stages of development, Rustkit carries herself, or more so trips herself, with a set of tiny paws at the end of those legs. Gaining most of her reputation from these paws, she has always struggled with the size of her paws and will likely continue to do so throughout her Apprenticeship.
At last, to finalize this rusty she-cat, a light red nose outlined in black, medium-length white whiskers, and a pair of large and round amber eyes peak Rustkit’s appearance, bringing forth the loveable yet lonely she-kit her clanmates see before them.
"I'm not clumsy, I'm accident prone."
-Daniel Radcliffe
It is often a common occurrence for different cats of a clan to earn a sort of reputation for themselves. Whether this be a battle they participated in, a rare piece of prey they caught on their own, a moment of success, or just a specific trait or set of traits. In the case of Rustkit, her clumsiness was already a well-known and very visible trait that she became known for from her earlier kithood. With tiny paws that often times have trouble holding the weight of their beholder, the rust-colored she-kit is almost always seen falling into a scene or tripping over herself at the most inconvenient times. Her sheer lack of balance and inability to walk like a normal feline for no longer than a few minutes has always been something she has struggled with. Sometimes it is her clumsy nature that makes her feel discouraged from what her Apprenticeship will be like. Even though she sometimes appears quite troubled or down due to her tangly paws, she still holds true with her determination.
"I may not be there yet, but I'm closer than I was yesterday."
Determination is, in truth, a delicate trait for many. There are so many ranges and inspirations behind this trait that it is often hard to tell the intention behind it. Determination to be promoted, determination to prove one’s self to their clanmates. At times this trait can be both a blessing and a curse, depending on how far it causes its carrier to go. Rustkit’s determination actually comes from her clumsiness and her desire to improve herself. She knows that being as uncoordinated as she is could cause some problems, both for her and for her clanmates. While she struggles with it now, she is determined to better herself and improve her coordination with her paws as she grows, hoping to one day be perfectly normal and capable of walking as a regular cat.
"I have no special talent. I am only passionately curious."
-Albert Einstein
A desire to learn is something that nearly all older cats hope for in young ones. Kits and Apprentices with a need for learning make them into better students, and eventually better Warriors. Most young cats, if they do have that internal need for knowledge, are more likely to memorize and really take in what it is that they are taught. This is the exact sort of cat that Rustkit is. From a very young age she has always been very curious, constantly wanting to learn something new, whether it be stories of the clan or hunting techniques, or even poking around the Medicine Cat den at herbs. She is a knowledge sponge, always needing to learn something new. Not learning something doesn’t necessarily affect the way she acts, but she does get slightly restless if she hasn’t learned something in a long period of time.
"Hiding your feelings isn't the easy way out, but sometimes it's the only thing you can do."
Emotions are...complicated. Joy, happiness, sadness, fear, anger, loneliness, betrayal. All of these, and many more, can have varying effects on a cat and their mental state. Some cats are openly emotional, allowing what they feel to be seen and heard by all. Some cats feel emotion, but try not to show it as openly so that they don’t let these emotions control them. Then, of course, there are cats who completely shut their emotions away, appearing cold and dull on the outside even if they don’t feel that way inside. Rustkit is kind of a mixture of these things. She is open with her positive emotions, such as happiness or curiosity or kindness. She has been known to be a very openly friendly cat and a lights-up-a-room sort, almost always sporting a smile of some sort. But, in comparison, she holds in her negative emotions, appearing as though she is just a very happy little she-kit without a care in the world except to learn. She deals with internal struggles all the time, feelings of loneliness and confusion and conflict always bouncing around in her head in some way or another. She tries her hardest to only be alone when she lets herself reveal these emotions, but being a kit who is unable to leave camp or really be left unattended, these emotions slowly grow in pressure over time. In those moments when she finds these emotions bordering the floodgates, she contains them as much as she can until it is dark, at which point she retreats to the back of the nursery and allows herself to quietly let it all out while her clanmates sleep.
-Daniel Radcliffe
It is often a common occurrence for different cats of a clan to earn a sort of reputation for themselves. Whether this be a battle they participated in, a rare piece of prey they caught on their own, a moment of success, or just a specific trait or set of traits. In the case of Rustkit, her clumsiness was already a well-known and very visible trait that she became known for from her earlier kithood. With tiny paws that often times have trouble holding the weight of their beholder, the rust-colored she-kit is almost always seen falling into a scene or tripping over herself at the most inconvenient times. Her sheer lack of balance and inability to walk like a normal feline for no longer than a few minutes has always been something she has struggled with. Sometimes it is her clumsy nature that makes her feel discouraged from what her Apprenticeship will be like. Even though she sometimes appears quite troubled or down due to her tangly paws, she still holds true with her determination.
"I may not be there yet, but I'm closer than I was yesterday."
Determination is, in truth, a delicate trait for many. There are so many ranges and inspirations behind this trait that it is often hard to tell the intention behind it. Determination to be promoted, determination to prove one’s self to their clanmates. At times this trait can be both a blessing and a curse, depending on how far it causes its carrier to go. Rustkit’s determination actually comes from her clumsiness and her desire to improve herself. She knows that being as uncoordinated as she is could cause some problems, both for her and for her clanmates. While she struggles with it now, she is determined to better herself and improve her coordination with her paws as she grows, hoping to one day be perfectly normal and capable of walking as a regular cat.
"I have no special talent. I am only passionately curious."
-Albert Einstein
A desire to learn is something that nearly all older cats hope for in young ones. Kits and Apprentices with a need for learning make them into better students, and eventually better Warriors. Most young cats, if they do have that internal need for knowledge, are more likely to memorize and really take in what it is that they are taught. This is the exact sort of cat that Rustkit is. From a very young age she has always been very curious, constantly wanting to learn something new, whether it be stories of the clan or hunting techniques, or even poking around the Medicine Cat den at herbs. She is a knowledge sponge, always needing to learn something new. Not learning something doesn’t necessarily affect the way she acts, but she does get slightly restless if she hasn’t learned something in a long period of time.
"Hiding your feelings isn't the easy way out, but sometimes it's the only thing you can do."
Emotions are...complicated. Joy, happiness, sadness, fear, anger, loneliness, betrayal. All of these, and many more, can have varying effects on a cat and their mental state. Some cats are openly emotional, allowing what they feel to be seen and heard by all. Some cats feel emotion, but try not to show it as openly so that they don’t let these emotions control them. Then, of course, there are cats who completely shut their emotions away, appearing cold and dull on the outside even if they don’t feel that way inside. Rustkit is kind of a mixture of these things. She is open with her positive emotions, such as happiness or curiosity or kindness. She has been known to be a very openly friendly cat and a lights-up-a-room sort, almost always sporting a smile of some sort. But, in comparison, she holds in her negative emotions, appearing as though she is just a very happy little she-kit without a care in the world except to learn. She deals with internal struggles all the time, feelings of loneliness and confusion and conflict always bouncing around in her head in some way or another. She tries her hardest to only be alone when she lets herself reveal these emotions, but being a kit who is unable to leave camp or really be left unattended, these emotions slowly grow in pressure over time. In those moments when she finds these emotions bordering the floodgates, she contains them as much as she can until it is dark, at which point she retreats to the back of the nursery and allows herself to quietly let it all out while her clanmates sleep.
Family:
Mistswirl | Mother | Rainclan Queen | Deceased
Flintshadow | Father | Stoneclan Warrior | NPC/Adoptable
Shellkit | Sister | Rainclan Kit | Deceased
After meeting once at a gathering and having quite a meaningful discussion, Mistswirl and Flintshadow couldn’t help but continue meeting at Starclan’s Claws. Initially, their relationship wasn’t anything romantic, but merely what could only be described as spiritual. Both were firm believers in Starclan, and both of them would often reflect on their lives and the existence of Starclan when they were together. Flintshadow never had any intentions of becoming mates, much less having kits, but of course they did have a time or two of passion in-the-moment. Meanwhile, Mistswirl had in fact fallen for him and did wish to become mates, and perhaps start a family. But when she began to bring this up to him, he kept avoiding the subject or giving a vague answer.
Finally, Flintshadow told her that even though he did enjoy her company and saw her as a great friend and cat to talk to for advice, he did not love her that way. He said that they shouldn’t meet at the borders anymore, ensuring that their clans didn’t accuse them of a cross-clan relationship or question their loyalty. Mistswirl was heartbroken, but she accepted his wishes regretfully. It was not too long after this that she discovered that she was pregnant with his kits. As much as she wanted to tell him or go see him, she chose not too, for she didn’t know what his reaction would be. She also didn’t want to shift his thoughts on their relationship after he had already expressed his feelings towards her.
And so, three moons ago, two little kits were born into Rainclan. Both were quite small in size and both took on the appearance of one parent or the other. One of the kits, a she-cat, had a pale cream and white coat much like her mother. She decided to name this kit Shellkit after some of the light-colored shells she had seen throughout the rivers of Rainclan’s territory. The other, the first-born and another she-kit, had a deeper red coat. This coloring reminded Mistswirl of an experience she had shared with the kits’ father a while back, the two cats walking through one of the small canyon-like structures at the edge of Stoneclan and examining the unique coloring of the stone walls that had developed over time. Remembering this, and wishing to pay some tribute to her love in Stoneclan, she named this kit Rustkit.
Unfortunately, nearly a moon after their birth, Shellkit had unexpectedly passed away, likely from something going on inside from what she was told. Perhaps an illness or some sort of developmental mishap. Mistswirl was devastated, as many mothers would be, but she had to keep her head up for Rustkit. Early on she told her only remaining kit of her father in Stoneclan, and about Starclan as well, wishing to implement these beliefs into her kit just as her mother had done to her when she was a kit. Rustkit seemed to accept these beliefs, though wasn’t quite as open or declarative of it like her parents.
Recently, during the end of Leafbare, Mistswirl passed away from an illness, possibly Whitecough or just an infection. She had been sick and had told Rustkit to remain with the other Queens while she tried to recover, but she was unable to. At Mistswirl’s passing, Rustkit found herself alone, left to the care of the other Queens, but not desiring their attention. She appreciated them for taking care of her, but they were not her mother.
Now, Rustkit is living her little life on her own, attempting to become one of the clan while tripping over her own paws and hiding her inner thoughts that have been weighing her down.
Mistswirl | Mother | Rainclan Queen | Deceased
Flintshadow | Father | Stoneclan Warrior | NPC/Adoptable
Shellkit | Sister | Rainclan Kit | Deceased
After meeting once at a gathering and having quite a meaningful discussion, Mistswirl and Flintshadow couldn’t help but continue meeting at Starclan’s Claws. Initially, their relationship wasn’t anything romantic, but merely what could only be described as spiritual. Both were firm believers in Starclan, and both of them would often reflect on their lives and the existence of Starclan when they were together. Flintshadow never had any intentions of becoming mates, much less having kits, but of course they did have a time or two of passion in-the-moment. Meanwhile, Mistswirl had in fact fallen for him and did wish to become mates, and perhaps start a family. But when she began to bring this up to him, he kept avoiding the subject or giving a vague answer.
Finally, Flintshadow told her that even though he did enjoy her company and saw her as a great friend and cat to talk to for advice, he did not love her that way. He said that they shouldn’t meet at the borders anymore, ensuring that their clans didn’t accuse them of a cross-clan relationship or question their loyalty. Mistswirl was heartbroken, but she accepted his wishes regretfully. It was not too long after this that she discovered that she was pregnant with his kits. As much as she wanted to tell him or go see him, she chose not too, for she didn’t know what his reaction would be. She also didn’t want to shift his thoughts on their relationship after he had already expressed his feelings towards her.
And so, three moons ago, two little kits were born into Rainclan. Both were quite small in size and both took on the appearance of one parent or the other. One of the kits, a she-cat, had a pale cream and white coat much like her mother. She decided to name this kit Shellkit after some of the light-colored shells she had seen throughout the rivers of Rainclan’s territory. The other, the first-born and another she-kit, had a deeper red coat. This coloring reminded Mistswirl of an experience she had shared with the kits’ father a while back, the two cats walking through one of the small canyon-like structures at the edge of Stoneclan and examining the unique coloring of the stone walls that had developed over time. Remembering this, and wishing to pay some tribute to her love in Stoneclan, she named this kit Rustkit.
Unfortunately, nearly a moon after their birth, Shellkit had unexpectedly passed away, likely from something going on inside from what she was told. Perhaps an illness or some sort of developmental mishap. Mistswirl was devastated, as many mothers would be, but she had to keep her head up for Rustkit. Early on she told her only remaining kit of her father in Stoneclan, and about Starclan as well, wishing to implement these beliefs into her kit just as her mother had done to her when she was a kit. Rustkit seemed to accept these beliefs, though wasn’t quite as open or declarative of it like her parents.
Recently, during the end of Leafbare, Mistswirl passed away from an illness, possibly Whitecough or just an infection. She had been sick and had told Rustkit to remain with the other Queens while she tried to recover, but she was unable to. At Mistswirl’s passing, Rustkit found herself alone, left to the care of the other Queens, but not desiring their attention. She appreciated them for taking care of her, but they were not her mother.
Now, Rustkit is living her little life on her own, attempting to become one of the clan while tripping over her own paws and hiding her inner thoughts that have been weighing her down.
