Post by mysteryfaith on Aug 6, 2011 22:19:05 GMT -5
NAME:
Foxflower.
AGE:
84 moons old.
GENDER:
Female.
CLAN:
WestClan.
RANK:
Elder.
DESCRIPTION:
Foxflower's pelt is a very bright ginger - so bright, it could be mistaken for a fiery red in sunlight. She gets the name 'fox' from her white muzzle, similar to a fox's; her paws and tip-of-tail are also white. She is quite short and squat in her old age - but if you tell her that, she'll clip your ear. Her whiskers have drooped a little, and her tail is quite ratty from its many years of angry lashing, but she is still the proud she-cat she was seasons ago.
Her eyes are a pretty green colour, quite large and bright - if anyone doubts that she has an inner child, they should look into her childlike eyes and see the flame of youth still well and truly alive in there. She has developed a slight twitch above her left eye in her old age, but she hates it when others point it out to her. She is quite proud of her pelt and appearance, so takes good care of herself - and don't you dare say anything different!
PERSONALITY:
Foxflower is a proud and prickly old she-cat, with an acidic tongue always ready to spit out a wise remark or a scathing comment. She has given many moons of loyal service to WestClan, and therefore thinks she has the right to tell anyone and everyone about how life is a rumbling, tumbling pile of slop that isn't worth her time.
When it comes to the real Foxflower - well, too many cats see the fox side, and not too much of the flower. She can be sweet and gentle, but you have to be on her good side - make one wrong mood, and she will hold a grudge against you until the day she dies. When she makes promises, she never breaks them, and can be a very generous elder when she's in a sharing mood. She is a spiky, ungrateful fleabag on the outside - but on the inside, she's a beautiful blossom.
HISTORY:
Nobody truly knows when Foxflower was born - most of her Clanmates have passed on by now, meaning no one can truly classify her age. She grew up happily, and gave many moons of good service to her Clan. She was one of the most ferocious warriors of her time - it has been said that she was actually quite docile when she was younger, purely because her anger and negativity was thrown into battle with her, fueling her to go on and forcing her to vent all of her frustrations out into an enemy warrior.
Once, when she was nearing the end of her days as a brilliant warrior, she sloped off for days - she disappeared from the camp for so long that some cats suggested sending out a search party for her. The Clan cats were ashamed of themselves, waiting anxiously for the grumpy yet beloved warrior to return; she had left three days previously, and yet no one had noticed for a good two days. Some thought she had been stolen away and attacked by a wild animal; others were convinced she had left Clan life for good, instead choosing the life of a loner from now on. However, Foxflower disproved all of their theories when she came back, claiming she had been taken hostage by a band of loners. Only she knew the truth - she had spent her days of precious solitude thinking of how she was growing older, and how she couldn't be a warrior for much longer. She was sad, and felt alone: she didn't want to be a useless bag of bones, simply lying around camp getting old.
From that day on, she made a pledge not to stay in camp all day; instead, she chose to go on walks, or even occasionally attempt a hunting trip. Often, she seized up, and couldn't continue - but she liked to claim she had caught the biggest piece of prey when they returned to camp.
RELATIONSHIPS:
Most of FoxFlower's friends are dead and gone, having passed on earlier than her. This means she's lonely, all on her own in the elders' den, but she takes it out on the younger cats. Taking out her anger on them makes her happy, meaning she can live a life of bittersweet bliss for her last days. She makes few friends with today's Clan warriors - but secretly, she would appreciate a friend to walk around with. If only a younger warrior would spare her the time and patience . . .
OTHER:
((It seemed you were in need of a few elders. xP))
Foxflower.
AGE:
84 moons old.
GENDER:
Female.
CLAN:
WestClan.
RANK:
Elder.
DESCRIPTION:
Foxflower's pelt is a very bright ginger - so bright, it could be mistaken for a fiery red in sunlight. She gets the name 'fox' from her white muzzle, similar to a fox's; her paws and tip-of-tail are also white. She is quite short and squat in her old age - but if you tell her that, she'll clip your ear. Her whiskers have drooped a little, and her tail is quite ratty from its many years of angry lashing, but she is still the proud she-cat she was seasons ago.
Her eyes are a pretty green colour, quite large and bright - if anyone doubts that she has an inner child, they should look into her childlike eyes and see the flame of youth still well and truly alive in there. She has developed a slight twitch above her left eye in her old age, but she hates it when others point it out to her. She is quite proud of her pelt and appearance, so takes good care of herself - and don't you dare say anything different!
PERSONALITY:
Foxflower is a proud and prickly old she-cat, with an acidic tongue always ready to spit out a wise remark or a scathing comment. She has given many moons of loyal service to WestClan, and therefore thinks she has the right to tell anyone and everyone about how life is a rumbling, tumbling pile of slop that isn't worth her time.
When it comes to the real Foxflower - well, too many cats see the fox side, and not too much of the flower. She can be sweet and gentle, but you have to be on her good side - make one wrong mood, and she will hold a grudge against you until the day she dies. When she makes promises, she never breaks them, and can be a very generous elder when she's in a sharing mood. She is a spiky, ungrateful fleabag on the outside - but on the inside, she's a beautiful blossom.
HISTORY:
Nobody truly knows when Foxflower was born - most of her Clanmates have passed on by now, meaning no one can truly classify her age. She grew up happily, and gave many moons of good service to her Clan. She was one of the most ferocious warriors of her time - it has been said that she was actually quite docile when she was younger, purely because her anger and negativity was thrown into battle with her, fueling her to go on and forcing her to vent all of her frustrations out into an enemy warrior.
Once, when she was nearing the end of her days as a brilliant warrior, she sloped off for days - she disappeared from the camp for so long that some cats suggested sending out a search party for her. The Clan cats were ashamed of themselves, waiting anxiously for the grumpy yet beloved warrior to return; she had left three days previously, and yet no one had noticed for a good two days. Some thought she had been stolen away and attacked by a wild animal; others were convinced she had left Clan life for good, instead choosing the life of a loner from now on. However, Foxflower disproved all of their theories when she came back, claiming she had been taken hostage by a band of loners. Only she knew the truth - she had spent her days of precious solitude thinking of how she was growing older, and how she couldn't be a warrior for much longer. She was sad, and felt alone: she didn't want to be a useless bag of bones, simply lying around camp getting old.
From that day on, she made a pledge not to stay in camp all day; instead, she chose to go on walks, or even occasionally attempt a hunting trip. Often, she seized up, and couldn't continue - but she liked to claim she had caught the biggest piece of prey when they returned to camp.
RELATIONSHIPS:
Most of FoxFlower's friends are dead and gone, having passed on earlier than her. This means she's lonely, all on her own in the elders' den, but she takes it out on the younger cats. Taking out her anger on them makes her happy, meaning she can live a life of bittersweet bliss for her last days. She makes few friends with today's Clan warriors - but secretly, she would appreciate a friend to walk around with. If only a younger warrior would spare her the time and patience . . .
OTHER:
((It seemed you were in need of a few elders. xP))
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