Tansypaw | She-cat | WindClan [DONE]
Oct 7, 2013 23:06:25 GMT -6
Post by Shiny on Oct 7, 2013 23:06:25 GMT -6
Name: Tansypaw
Age: 6 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: WindClan
Ranking: Apprentice
Description:
Due to an accident before her birth, Tansypaw will never get any bigger than she is now. She's only the size of a new apprentice. Which is pretty good, considering that's what she is. She's smaller than she'd like to be- let's face it, who wants to be known as 'the puny one' for their entire life? The top of her head would only get to a full-grown warrior's shoulder. And that's just a WindClan full grown warrior. Even though Tansypaw has never seen any cat outside of WindClan, she knows that her Clanmates are the leanest and smallest of the four Clans. Who knows how tiny she'd seem next to a ThunderClan behemoth?
Tansypaw, according to the few stores she's been told, got her pelt from her mother. Considering her relationship with her father at the moment, she's thankful for that. If anyone tells her she resembled Tornfoot in anyway, they're asking to get their eyes claws out. Her pelt is thick, but not long. The best way to describe it is plushie, the kind kits could lean against and fall asleep in. She has cream-colored fur all around, no patches darker or lighter than the rest. Her eyes were inherited from her father, as much as they despise each other. Dark amber that resemble liquid gold.
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Personality:
Negative: Defiant, Proud, Fearful
History:
Tornfoot and Hollyshine adored each other all through their lives. When they became mates, no one was surprised. They had a normal courtship. They'd hunt together, sleep together, eat together, fight together... You get my point. It was supposed to be a normal pregnancy, too.
When Hollyshine first discovered that she was pregnant, everything was perfect. Until the twolegs brought the dogs with them. There were two, and they were used to sheppard the sheep. One of them was a fast little bugger, skinny in the muscular sense, with brown and black fur and a long pointed muzzle. He was more interested in chasing after the cats than actually hurting them. If he ever caught one, he'd just let them go and start the chase all over again.
It was the other one that caused the real problems. Black-and-brown, like it's kin, but way more brutish. A shorter and blunter muzzle was lined with dangerous teeth. It was smarter than the faster one. It waited until the faster one tired out the cats, then moved in for the kill.
For the season of greenleaf, those mutts terrorized WindClan. They scared off prey and chased the patrols all over the place. The only times it was safe for WindClan were when the twolegs were herding their sheep. It was one of these times that Hollyshine, despite her heavy pregnancy, went for a walk. She figured the dogs wouldn't be able to get at her if the twolegs kept them busy.
She was wrong. She was walking by a crop of boulders when the bigger brute attacked her. He grabbed her by the shoulders and flung her at a boulder, where she landed with a painfully loud thwack. A hunting patrol heard from nearby and attacked the dog, chasing it away.
When Hollyshine had hit the boulder, the jolt caused her to go into labor earlier than she was supposed to. She birthed two stillborns before a pitifully small she-kit was born. Hollyshine lived long enough to name her daughter and beg Tornfoot to look after her before she died from blood-loss.
Kit
He didn't. Tornfoot blamed Tansykit for the death of Hollyshine, despite it not being her fault. He spat at her and hissed at her and never ever had a kind word to say to her. Instead of retreating into herself and becoming nervous and insecure, Tansykit rose to the challenge. Every insult Tornfoot hurled at her was met with one from herself.
Her foster mother, an elderly queen named Iceflower, tried to keep them civil. She tried subtle hints, pleading, and even being downright forceful. All that got her were glares and cold shoulders. In the end, she just gave up and left them to their vengeful hate. By the time Tansykit's apprentice ceremony came around, the relationship between her and her father was unsalvageable.
Tornfoot was the only cat to not congratulate the new apprentice. He turned his back when she received her new name and stalked back to the warriors den. Tansypaw didn't care. He could go get eaten by those dogs that had killed her mother for all she cared.
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Age: 6 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: WindClan
Ranking: Apprentice
Description:
Due to an accident before her birth, Tansypaw will never get any bigger than she is now. She's only the size of a new apprentice. Which is pretty good, considering that's what she is. She's smaller than she'd like to be- let's face it, who wants to be known as 'the puny one' for their entire life? The top of her head would only get to a full-grown warrior's shoulder. And that's just a WindClan full grown warrior. Even though Tansypaw has never seen any cat outside of WindClan, she knows that her Clanmates are the leanest and smallest of the four Clans. Who knows how tiny she'd seem next to a ThunderClan behemoth?
Tansypaw, according to the few stores she's been told, got her pelt from her mother. Considering her relationship with her father at the moment, she's thankful for that. If anyone tells her she resembled Tornfoot in anyway, they're asking to get their eyes claws out. Her pelt is thick, but not long. The best way to describe it is plushie, the kind kits could lean against and fall asleep in. She has cream-colored fur all around, no patches darker or lighter than the rest. Her eyes were inherited from her father, as much as they despise each other. Dark amber that resemble liquid gold.
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Personality:
From her short life of listening to, 'you can't do this, Tansykit, you're too small', 'don't hurt yourself, you aren't big enough', Tansypaw has grown a backbone to difficult tasks. Her size doesn't really speak for how persistent she can get when it comes to tasks and problems. There's no obstacle that can't be overcome with a hard head and firm footing.
She hopes that, by being brave, her Clan will finally look at her with respect. So she never turns down a challenge or a dare, no matter who it comes from or how dangerous it may seem. And trust me, a lot of the dares she's done are both stupid AND dangerous. Of course, there's a difference between stupid and mouse-brained. Taunting a fox to let a Clanmate get away? Sure. Play Chicken with a monster? No problem. But she won't stoop to eating crowfood or rolling in dung. That's just gross.
She may snap at other cats a lot, but that's because her diminutive size is a sore subject. A lot of things are sore subjects, actually, but that's because Tansypaw is sensitive. Her feelings are hurt by a lot of things, whether it be intentional or not. She isn't the type to burst into tears, though, choosing instead to lash out with words and, occasionally, paws. If someone else gets hurt... Well, then, it's not her fault.
Negative: Defiant, Proud, Fearful
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The worst thing you can do is tell Tansypaw what to do. She despises being ordered around more than she hates her father, and will do the opposite of whatever she's told just to be difficult. There are only two cats she will willingly obey, and that's her deputy and leader. Even her mentor doesn't get away with telling her what to do.
Tansypaw walks with her head held high. She doesn't care about how small she is, her pride is one of her most important things to her. She refuses to ask for help for even the most difficult of tasks. Whenever someone says she can't do something, whether because of her size or not, she'll try twice as hard just to be able to say 'I told you so'.
Not even under penalty of death and damnation to the Dark Forest will make Tansypaw admit it, but she's afraid. She's heard the stories of kits being carried away by falcons and eagles and hawks. Even fully grown cats are known to be picked off by the great predators of the sky. As much as she hates it, her size might very well be the reason she'll never be a warrior. And that's pretty much the root of all of her fear.
History:
Tornfoot and Hollyshine adored each other all through their lives. When they became mates, no one was surprised. They had a normal courtship. They'd hunt together, sleep together, eat together, fight together... You get my point. It was supposed to be a normal pregnancy, too.
When Hollyshine first discovered that she was pregnant, everything was perfect. Until the twolegs brought the dogs with them. There were two, and they were used to sheppard the sheep. One of them was a fast little bugger, skinny in the muscular sense, with brown and black fur and a long pointed muzzle. He was more interested in chasing after the cats than actually hurting them. If he ever caught one, he'd just let them go and start the chase all over again.
It was the other one that caused the real problems. Black-and-brown, like it's kin, but way more brutish. A shorter and blunter muzzle was lined with dangerous teeth. It was smarter than the faster one. It waited until the faster one tired out the cats, then moved in for the kill.
For the season of greenleaf, those mutts terrorized WindClan. They scared off prey and chased the patrols all over the place. The only times it was safe for WindClan were when the twolegs were herding their sheep. It was one of these times that Hollyshine, despite her heavy pregnancy, went for a walk. She figured the dogs wouldn't be able to get at her if the twolegs kept them busy.
She was wrong. She was walking by a crop of boulders when the bigger brute attacked her. He grabbed her by the shoulders and flung her at a boulder, where she landed with a painfully loud thwack. A hunting patrol heard from nearby and attacked the dog, chasing it away.
When Hollyshine had hit the boulder, the jolt caused her to go into labor earlier than she was supposed to. She birthed two stillborns before a pitifully small she-kit was born. Hollyshine lived long enough to name her daughter and beg Tornfoot to look after her before she died from blood-loss.
He didn't. Tornfoot blamed Tansykit for the death of Hollyshine, despite it not being her fault. He spat at her and hissed at her and never ever had a kind word to say to her. Instead of retreating into herself and becoming nervous and insecure, Tansykit rose to the challenge. Every insult Tornfoot hurled at her was met with one from herself.
Her foster mother, an elderly queen named Iceflower, tried to keep them civil. She tried subtle hints, pleading, and even being downright forceful. All that got her were glares and cold shoulders. In the end, she just gave up and left them to their vengeful hate. By the time Tansykit's apprentice ceremony came around, the relationship between her and her father was unsalvageable.
Apprentice
Tornfoot was the only cat to not congratulate the new apprentice. He turned his back when she received her new name and stalked back to the warriors den. Tansypaw didn't care. He could go get eaten by those dogs that had killed her mother for all she cared.
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