&& Thrushwing :: WestClan Jul 7, 2011 20:22:25 GMT -5
Post by Bella Marie on Jul 7, 2011 20:22:25 GMT -5
AGE: 30 moons
DESCRIPTION: She is a cat of peculiar coloring. She is creamy at the very undershades of her fur, but patched in light beige and tan patches all across her body. She has brighter, vivid orange splashed on her face, and behind her ears. There are twisting stripes of orange on her legs, and her paws and legs are shaded in light peach. Her tail is solid orange, with darker orange stripes lining it. She has deep blue eyes, solid and unwavering in their depth. She has a perfectly pink noise on the tip of her broad muzzle. Her face is very stoic, and her fur is semi-long. She has a very long tail.
PERSONALITY: She is commanding and likes to take charge. She has a very dominant personality. She is always defending the merits of she-cats, and their strength. She can't stand it when she-cats decide to give up the life of being a warrior in order to sit in a nursery with kits for the rest of her days. She doesn't approve of young she-cats taking mates, and she doesn't think that she will. She intends to become leader one day, and her ambition is notorious. She is a strong-willed cat, but very sincere and stoic. She isn't prone to outbursts, and barely raises her voice, but she is still aggressive.
HISTORY: She has always lived in WestClan, since her birth. Her WestClan blood is strong and pure, undiluted by the blood of cats from other cats or from out of the Clans. She doesn't like rogues or loners, and dislikes the fact that so many of them have joined WestClan from time to time. Her mother named her Thrushkit after the bird that her mate had given her as a congratulations.
She was made an at six moons old. At the age of eight moons old, a tom cat tried to force her to mate. She resisted, and gave him a scratch on his face that he would never forget. His name was Archstripe, and he's been her personal stalker since she was young. She barely gave him the time of day, especially after what he tried to do. She insisted that he was insane to the authority cats, but it was only when he tried to kill her that she had to fight back for herself. She cut him open and left him to die out in the swamps, and never looked back. She told her Clan that he had been killed by a crocodile.
She was made a warrior when she was eleven moons old, and she worked hard so that she could advance. She never really had any close friends, and her family were eventually killed in battles and by disease. She didn't seem to care very much on the outside, but on the inside it tore her apart.
She recently became the deputy of the Clan, after a long time of being a warrior. She wants to one day be the leader of the Clan, but she doesn't see this happening until later on in her life.