willowfeather - soulclan

[shallow]

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=200815] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM WILLOWFEATHER of the great SoulClan Age twenty-nine moons Gender female Rank warrior How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS SILVER TABBY and my eyes are orange (dark amber) Scars one scar right below where a lethal stroke on her neck would be. Appearance Most SoulClanner cats are tough and brutally strong - with thick muscles knotted beneath their pelt and a flat gaze that shows their brute strength. Willowfeather was the kitten one pawstep away from being killed at birth; she was the second last to be born, and her younger brother was promptly killed because of his frail body. In fact, as she grew from the average sized kitten, many wondered if she would even be able to make it past the first stage of her life into apprenticeship. Indeed, her average-chubby form slimmed out much as she grew into who she was. Despite her pure SoulClan heritage, she has a thin and lithe build, meant for a AshClanner. However, she has no problem showing off her strength despite this tiny structure. The coloration of her pelt runs and looks somewhat similar to what you would see in a river; like the color of stone that you would see at the bottom. There are dark stripes streaking through from the spine (what is known as a mackerel pattern to all those twolegs out there). There is a dash of white from her mid-neck to her chest, but the beauty and tranquility of such coloration is ruined by an ugly red scar that slices down from one end to the other. Although it has scabbed and is now but a faint red lump, it still damages her beauty, but makes quite a show for any enemy cat who looks her way and sees her head held proud. Her paws are also white, like they were dipped lightly in snow. Her eyes are a deep, dark, intense orange-amber, like the color of pumpkins with two black slices through them. Although rather intense, they aren't all that intimidating (even when she tries to be, which she usually fails). Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M GAY AND STUBBORN Personality Unlike her rather plain appearance, Willowfeather has a rather strong personality. When cats look at one another (Willowfeather would not be an exception), you would sort them into one of two boxes: loyal and not loyal. Although she might seem like the loyal type, and those around her trying to fit in with her accordingly, Willofeather does not easily choose one box that she might rest in. One moment she might be praising the warrior code, and the next scolding the way mentors teach apprentices or the way the leader leads her clan. She always sits at the fringes of 'loyal' and 'disloyal', although she always thinks of herself as one of the most loyal among them, as she prefers to speak bluntly about her opinion and not always let the warrior code cloud her decision. However, when it suits her, she will preach to the world about the warrior code. A strong will and stubbornness laces every pawstep and word. Her mother was the type of cat who never really tolerated her strange quirks and flaws and roadbumps, but upon trying to flattening out that stubborn personality, it only grew like a wildflower. If Willowfeather wanted something, she would get it: whether by force, manipulation, or, of course, preaching the warrior code. If she wants that mouse on top of the fresh-kill pile? You aren't getting it, unless you want it to end up in the fight. She's headstrong and hasty, and rushes to conclusion. She says cruel things in the heat of the moment that she wouldn't dare say one day out of the blue. The phrase she lives by is 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.' Her mentor lived by these words and passed them down to her and kept within her heart, even when her mentor suddenly died from blackcough. If you live through some inevitable pain, it will make you stronger and more ready to bow down before StarClan in the long run (despite her many flaws, she still believes in those warriors in the sky). She believes in karma - what you do to someone will be returned thricefold. Preferences food, she-cats, having fun / dogs, being mocked, others hating her Secret Ambitions Become a leader? (not happening, ikno ikno) Strengths/Weaknesses moving without being noticed, manipulating, being graceful / flirting, being flirted with, hunting How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE NEEDLENOSE AND RATPELT Family Event that Lead to being a Warrior warrior's hunting + fighting assessment. History Willowkit was born in a litter of four - or rather, a litter of two pairs. She was born alongside her brother (who to this day remains unnamed) and her two older, tougher siblings: Mousekit and Tigerkit. At birth, her younger brother was deemed unfit by their father, as he was abnormally tiny. After taking his life, there was a debate between Needlenose and his mate, Ratpelt, whether or not to take Willowkit's life as well. Mousekit and Tigerkit had already squirmed towards their mother's belly and begun suckling, but Willowkit was simply mewling and hopelessly squirming towards the dead body of her brother. After a ten minute argument and an angry queen growling at them to shut up, Ratpelt scooted the kitten towards her and told her mate to get out so she could tend to her kits, and to get that body out of there. A moon later, Needlenose left his mate, and Ratpelt thought nothing of it, glowering at him as he left her alone with their three children. Since Ratpelt was alone and had nobody to have food deliver to her (besides apprentices, and who wanted to be fed by a cold-hearted apprentice instead of a lovely nose-touch with their mate and grins and chatter about their kittens and how well they were growing?), Ratpelt left the den often, leaving her kittens with another queen, whose kittens were born about two weeks before her. As they growed, Tigerkit and Mousekit grew close to the other queen's kitten, Lichenkit, and several other kittens around the nusery. The only friend that Willowkit made was little Lightkit, who was also small (although still larger than Willowkit). Willowkit would hang out with Lightkit and only Lightkit, while Lightkit would interact with everyone (but still favored Willowkit). Even though their friendship was no different than anything else, Ratpelt became suspicious of Willowkit, especially as they got older. Around their fifth moon, her mother swore her kitten was strange, different, odd. And she didn't like the weird feeling she got when Willowkit gazed at Lightkit with that too affectionate gaze - a gaze that she only saw toms give she-cats and vice-versa. For a moment, she wondered if Needlenose was right in wanting to kill the kitten. However, she shook the thought off - just a phase, hm? Just a phase. However, all was revealed soon enough. Lightkit caught a case of greencough and was confined to the medicine cat's den, and Willowkit was depressed, not playing with anyone and just rolling a mossball back and forth, opening herself up to conversation from her mother. When her mother asked her why she was so close to Lightkit, the little kitten's eyes widened and she said, "I wanna be her mate sometime! Like you and daddy! Or.." She furrowed her brow for some better explaination. And her mother knew, in that moment, that this kitten should have died. The following scolding and rebellious answers ended up with her mother pressing a claw to her throat and telling her daughter that 'it will be quick, honey, and StarClan will forgive you.' At that moment, another queen happened to see them and her mother pretended that they were playing a harsh game of tag and her mother had forgotten the fragility of kittens. Lightkit got better, and they were soon back to playing, although her mother pretty much abandoned her at that point. Long story short: Willowkit and Lightkit became Willowpaw and Lightpaw. Lightpaw and Willowpaw were so close, and although Lightkit was behind in her training. Willowpaw would do everything to catch her best friends attention when she was off with some other cat (or a tom-cat, which was even more threatening to her). If Lightpaw fell behind on a warrior's assessment, Willowpaw would help her cheat in some way to push her ahead of the rest of the cats. In fact, she was percieved as an amazing apprentice and became a warrior early, while Willowpaw was held back and didn't become a warrior until she was eighteen moons old, although she was a fast learner. She soon became Willowfeather, for her grace. Soon came the confession: her mother hated her and her siblings thought her weird, but she didn't take the warning signs to mean anything as she professed her love for Lightheart. As expected, Lightheart wigged out, rather frightened and confused. After asking her if she was okay and if she wanted to see the medicine cat, Lightheart brutally rejected Willowfeather and they no longer spoke to one another. It broke her heart, but she didn't dwell on it, even when Lightheart got a mate (of the tom variety). Although alone now, she tried to keep her head up and didn't let herself get down, especially now that she had a new resolve: to be herself. Sample RP " i like the part when you growled at the air. yeah. i love the heat, and i'm not going to be looking forward to winter. besides, all the water freezes and that, well, really sucks. " willowfeather grinned, her ears getting warm as well. she was thankful for her fur for a moment; although it had its uses (such in leafbare), in greenleaf it was a burden, and she didn't want the other female to see the delicate red that was faint, thanks to her silver tabby pelt. her deep saffron orbs flicked around, and she grinned as she watched how froststep tried to speak around the prey, making the birds nearly flop out of her mouth. if it had been anyone else, she probably would have snapped at the warrior for nearly dropping good prey. but, she was different with everyone, and froststep had this aura that was nice, like she was a moth to a twolegs light. skipping the teasing bit about growling at the air, she nodded at the complaint about winter. "at least in summer, we have something to drink," she said, looking around as the sky become slowly overcast. hopefully it wouldn't rain; she prayed that it wouldn't rain. she hated rain - it made her fur soggy, and she wasn't some stupid riverclanner who lived in the river all the time and was used to that kind of stuff. with a little twitch of her silver ears, she continued. "in leafbare, all we have is cold and wet snow, not to mention the smell of death from whitecough and greencough." and then the first drop fell. it wasn't a heavy drop, nothing like 'i'm-about-to-drown-the-world-in-a-flood' type of drop, but a drop that smelled like more water was coming, and that droplets of water wouldn't be the end. so with a little shake of her head, she walked forward quickly, narrowing her eyes and letting her fur bristle a little bit. there was little more she hated then the rain. there was a reason she was rarely in camp; she was more of the wandering loner type who only came in to deposit and eat her prey, and to sleep when it was necessary. staying in a den for more than that was like torture to the free bird in her blood. " not gonna lie, this is stupid. come on, let's try to get everything back to camp before it starts pouring down." "glad we agree," willowfeather mewed, keeping her step in time with frostwhisker. the faster they got to camp and out of this light sprinkle, the better - the less cranky willowfeather was, the less cranky everyone was. You call me by the name I’ve lied I meet in secret with those who’ve died Though life is not’ but treachery This life is all the life in me

[Juniper]

Accepted!