Tawnystripe | ShadowClan | She-Cat
Oct 19, 2013 0:54:39 GMT -6
Post by Shiny on Oct 19, 2013 0:54:39 GMT -6
Name: Tawnystripe
Age: 33 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: ShadowClan
Ranking: Warrior/Medicine Cat
Description:
Tawnystripe is kind of big for a she-cat. Don't go telling that to her face, though! After seasons of climbing trees, rough-housing with her siblings, and fighting with the other Clans, she's rather well-muscled. No one would think that looking at her. Any muscles she has is hidden behind a thick, long-furred coat. Of her and her siblings, she's the only one who inherited pelt-length from her mother. The other two are short-hairs.
She likes to think her pelt is special. She's not the only light brown tabby in the Clans, far from it. But Tawnystripe still likes it! Her pelt is stricken through with thick tabby stripes. You can't tell if she's light brown with black stripes or black with light brown stripes which is ridiculous but you get my point or whatever! She only has two dislikes about her physical appearance; the tufts on her ears and her plumy tail. Her tail gets tangled and messy easily, which is a pain since she lives in a marshy area, and her ears got her teased a bit when she was younger.
Her eyes, though, is what she loves the most. They're unique. None of her siblings have it, and neither did her mother or her father. Though Hollyshade's dark yellow eyes come close to hers, Tawnystripe's shade is a bright shade of amber, like pure sunlight.
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Personality:
Once a cat has earned her loyalty, there's no easy way to get rid of it. Tawnystripe's loyalty is never to be questioned, unless you want a couple of boxed ears. The warrior code is her life, but she won't be afraid to break it every once in a while for the good of the Clan. It's an unspoken rule in the code that no single cat is more important than the whole. Tawnystripe says that's a load of dung, and that a Clan is nothing without it's members.
Tawnystripe is the type of she-cat to look death in the eye and make fun of his outfit. That is to say, she isn't afraid to die. If it’s to protect or save someone close to her, she will happily give her life. She doesn't go out of her way to put herself into danger, but it's not usually the first thing on her mind when someone's calling for help.
There are many types of pride. Pride in yourself, pride in your skills, and pride in your Clan. Tawnystripe can be classified as all three. She loves that she's a good fighter. She doesn't flaunt it, but she certainly doesn't hide it. She isn't one of those cats that thinks being powerful gives you the right to do what you want, but that doesn't stop her from cuffing her littermates over the head when they displease her.
Negative: Sharp, Temperamental, Unsympathetic
Tawnystripe's tongue is just as sharp, if not sharper, than her claws. She's been known to make grown cats run away with her words alone. It's something she's quite proud of, and will use even on cats of high authority than her. At least her sharpness ensures that apprentices listen to her when she tells them what to do.
Either that or they're afraid of her temper. Tawnystripe has always been famous, or infamous depending on how you look at it, for her temper. Even the smallest of things will cause Tawnystripe to be angry, and her wrath is just as frightening as StarClan's. Even at Gatherings, the other Clans steer clear of annoying her. Yes, she would never break a truce, but she's still scary enough to send apprentices scurrying after their mentors.
And Tawnystripe never feels sympathetic about it. That's not to say she has no conscience, but she isn't the type to be swayed by a sad story. If someone's lost their parents, she'll say, "You're still alive, aren't you? Get used to it, half-pint, death is as much a part of life as living."
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History:
Hawkstep and Graypatch were two of the more respected warriors among the Clan. They weren't exactly old, but they certainly weren't spring chickens either! They liked and respected each other well enough as Clanmates, but didn't actually love each other. The opportunity came to have kits and they pretty much just shrugged and went, "Why not?" So they mated and, two months later, out popped three little kittens.
The oldest, a she-cat, had Hawkstep's light brown fur. The tabby stripes didn't appear until later on in life. They named her Tawnykit, after her pelt color. Second-born was a she-cat who's fur was dark as the sky on a moonless night. She was named Hollykit because, as soon as she was dried off, her fur spiked into different directions. Briarkit inherited Graypatch's coloring, white with gray splotches over his body. They named him after her father, Briarwhisker.
Kit
Graypatch loved her kits more than life itself. She was always kind to them, loving and caring no matter what they did. Yes, she scolded them and grounded them like a regular mother, but she was always back to normal the next day. Hawkstep was just as proud as his kits, and visited his family regularly. He spent so much time in the nursery the other kits started treating him like an uncle.
Both parents had high hopes for their kittens. Tawnykit was the biggest and most muscular of the trio, despite being a she-cat. She was the best fighter of the trio, and more often than not could pin even the older kits. And boy, did she love flaunting it! Briarkit was pretty much a mama's boy. He cried to Graypatch for everything, even when it was just a teasing word. Graypatch coddled her only son and spoiled him with attention whenever this happened. Hollykit put her pelt to good use, slinking around the camp like a shadow. She heard gossip before anyone else and loved listening in on the inner workings of the Clan.
When six moons came, they were all made into 'paws.
Apprentice
The moment she was able to without being yelled at, Tawnypaw started learning to fight. She used her heavier weight well. Her mentor was a kind-hearted tom named Skyfeather, and he disapproved of her affinity for fighting. He tried to teach her mercy and restraint, but the lessons only half-stuck. Tawnypaw never killed anything other than prey, but she always had her claws unsheathed when she patrolled the borders.
Each of her litter had their own specialty when it came to training. Briarpaw was the hunter of the group and usually caught more prey than any of them, even the mentors. Hollypaw was the tracker of the group. She could stalk a cat across the entire forest. You only know she's there if she wants you to. Tawnypaw, predictably, was the fighting expert.
They were each an asset to their Clan, but Tawnypaw shined especially. The tension between ShadowClan and ThunderClan was high. Each Clan accused the other of crossing the border and stealing prey. Tawnypaw herself had never smelled ThunderClan on ShadowClan territory, but who was she to run away from a battle? She'd be a coward, that's what!
The animosity brewed and grew and raged until it broke into a skirmish on the thunderpath. Tawnypaw fought with her siblings at her side. Hollypaw could fend for herself, Tawnypaw knew, but Briarpaw was the weakest of them. Almost at warrior age, he was still a horrible fighter. Tawnypaw spent half the time pulling off warriors from him.
Each Clan has posted a cat to act as a lookout for monsters. The ThunderClan guard yowled a warning, and both Clans scattered. When Tawnypaw was safe, she looked back. She wished she didn't. Graypatch was limping slowly back to the ShadowClan side and leaving a blood trail as she went. Her back leg was pouring blood from a deep gash.
Both Clans, ThunderClan and ShadowClan, urged her to hurry. It seemed like the hostility had been forgotten in the mutual danger. But Graypatch was too slow; the monster hit her and went on it's way, not even acknowledging that it had stopped a fight, killed a cat, and tore Tawnypaw's insides apart. Her mother was dead; she was dead and Tawnypaw was never going to hear her mew or smell her scent or feel her fur ever again.
It was a weak feeling that she never wanted to experience again. The battle may have earned them their warrior names, but it was a hollow ceremony. Tawnypaw was henceforth to be known as Tawnystripe, for her pelt. Briarpaw became Briarpatch, in honor and remembrance of their mother. Hollypaw was named Hollyshade, both for her pelt and her sneaking skills.
The Clans went on. Tawnystripe got an apprentice at 21 moons old, the only one of her siblings: a dark ginger tabby tom named Russetpaw. It... It didn't work out very well. They were far too different to work well together. He was a calm, observant apprentice. He wanted to focus more on hunting than fighting, which Tawnystripe admittedly wasn't the best at.
Luckily for her, she had two siblings who were both proficient and willing to help. It was like Russetpaw had three mentors instead of just one. By the time he was made Russetfeather at 13 moons, he was proficient at fighting, hunting, AND tracking. Little bastard knew it too. He had picked up some of Tawnystripe's more unsavory habits, including being a little too proud of his skills.
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Age: 33 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: ShadowClan
Ranking: Warrior/Medicine Cat
Description:
Tawnystripe is kind of big for a she-cat. Don't go telling that to her face, though! After seasons of climbing trees, rough-housing with her siblings, and fighting with the other Clans, she's rather well-muscled. No one would think that looking at her. Any muscles she has is hidden behind a thick, long-furred coat. Of her and her siblings, she's the only one who inherited pelt-length from her mother. The other two are short-hairs.
She likes to think her pelt is special. She's not the only light brown tabby in the Clans, far from it. But Tawnystripe still likes it! Her pelt is stricken through with thick tabby stripes. You can't tell if she's light brown with black stripes or black with light brown stripes which is ridiculous but you get my point or whatever! She only has two dislikes about her physical appearance; the tufts on her ears and her plumy tail. Her tail gets tangled and messy easily, which is a pain since she lives in a marshy area, and her ears got her teased a bit when she was younger.
Her eyes, though, is what she loves the most. They're unique. None of her siblings have it, and neither did her mother or her father. Though Hollyshade's dark yellow eyes come close to hers, Tawnystripe's shade is a bright shade of amber, like pure sunlight.
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Personality:
Once a cat has earned her loyalty, there's no easy way to get rid of it. Tawnystripe's loyalty is never to be questioned, unless you want a couple of boxed ears. The warrior code is her life, but she won't be afraid to break it every once in a while for the good of the Clan. It's an unspoken rule in the code that no single cat is more important than the whole. Tawnystripe says that's a load of dung, and that a Clan is nothing without it's members.
Tawnystripe is the type of she-cat to look death in the eye and make fun of his outfit. That is to say, she isn't afraid to die. If it’s to protect or save someone close to her, she will happily give her life. She doesn't go out of her way to put herself into danger, but it's not usually the first thing on her mind when someone's calling for help.
There are many types of pride. Pride in yourself, pride in your skills, and pride in your Clan. Tawnystripe can be classified as all three. She loves that she's a good fighter. She doesn't flaunt it, but she certainly doesn't hide it. She isn't one of those cats that thinks being powerful gives you the right to do what you want, but that doesn't stop her from cuffing her littermates over the head when they displease her.
Negative: Sharp, Temperamental, Unsympathetic
Tawnystripe's tongue is just as sharp, if not sharper, than her claws. She's been known to make grown cats run away with her words alone. It's something she's quite proud of, and will use even on cats of high authority than her. At least her sharpness ensures that apprentices listen to her when she tells them what to do.
Either that or they're afraid of her temper. Tawnystripe has always been famous, or infamous depending on how you look at it, for her temper. Even the smallest of things will cause Tawnystripe to be angry, and her wrath is just as frightening as StarClan's. Even at Gatherings, the other Clans steer clear of annoying her. Yes, she would never break a truce, but she's still scary enough to send apprentices scurrying after their mentors.
And Tawnystripe never feels sympathetic about it. That's not to say she has no conscience, but she isn't the type to be swayed by a sad story. If someone's lost their parents, she'll say, "You're still alive, aren't you? Get used to it, half-pint, death is as much a part of life as living."
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History:
Hawkstep and Graypatch were two of the more respected warriors among the Clan. They weren't exactly old, but they certainly weren't spring chickens either! They liked and respected each other well enough as Clanmates, but didn't actually love each other. The opportunity came to have kits and they pretty much just shrugged and went, "Why not?" So they mated and, two months later, out popped three little kittens.
The oldest, a she-cat, had Hawkstep's light brown fur. The tabby stripes didn't appear until later on in life. They named her Tawnykit, after her pelt color. Second-born was a she-cat who's fur was dark as the sky on a moonless night. She was named Hollykit because, as soon as she was dried off, her fur spiked into different directions. Briarkit inherited Graypatch's coloring, white with gray splotches over his body. They named him after her father, Briarwhisker.
Graypatch loved her kits more than life itself. She was always kind to them, loving and caring no matter what they did. Yes, she scolded them and grounded them like a regular mother, but she was always back to normal the next day. Hawkstep was just as proud as his kits, and visited his family regularly. He spent so much time in the nursery the other kits started treating him like an uncle.
Both parents had high hopes for their kittens. Tawnykit was the biggest and most muscular of the trio, despite being a she-cat. She was the best fighter of the trio, and more often than not could pin even the older kits. And boy, did she love flaunting it! Briarkit was pretty much a mama's boy. He cried to Graypatch for everything, even when it was just a teasing word. Graypatch coddled her only son and spoiled him with attention whenever this happened. Hollykit put her pelt to good use, slinking around the camp like a shadow. She heard gossip before anyone else and loved listening in on the inner workings of the Clan.
When six moons came, they were all made into 'paws.
The moment she was able to without being yelled at, Tawnypaw started learning to fight. She used her heavier weight well. Her mentor was a kind-hearted tom named Skyfeather, and he disapproved of her affinity for fighting. He tried to teach her mercy and restraint, but the lessons only half-stuck. Tawnypaw never killed anything other than prey, but she always had her claws unsheathed when she patrolled the borders.
Each of her litter had their own specialty when it came to training. Briarpaw was the hunter of the group and usually caught more prey than any of them, even the mentors. Hollypaw was the tracker of the group. She could stalk a cat across the entire forest. You only know she's there if she wants you to. Tawnypaw, predictably, was the fighting expert.
They were each an asset to their Clan, but Tawnypaw shined especially. The tension between ShadowClan and ThunderClan was high. Each Clan accused the other of crossing the border and stealing prey. Tawnypaw herself had never smelled ThunderClan on ShadowClan territory, but who was she to run away from a battle? She'd be a coward, that's what!
The animosity brewed and grew and raged until it broke into a skirmish on the thunderpath. Tawnypaw fought with her siblings at her side. Hollypaw could fend for herself, Tawnypaw knew, but Briarpaw was the weakest of them. Almost at warrior age, he was still a horrible fighter. Tawnypaw spent half the time pulling off warriors from him.
Each Clan has posted a cat to act as a lookout for monsters. The ThunderClan guard yowled a warning, and both Clans scattered. When Tawnypaw was safe, she looked back. She wished she didn't. Graypatch was limping slowly back to the ShadowClan side and leaving a blood trail as she went. Her back leg was pouring blood from a deep gash.
Both Clans, ThunderClan and ShadowClan, urged her to hurry. It seemed like the hostility had been forgotten in the mutual danger. But Graypatch was too slow; the monster hit her and went on it's way, not even acknowledging that it had stopped a fight, killed a cat, and tore Tawnypaw's insides apart. Her mother was dead; she was dead and Tawnypaw was never going to hear her mew or smell her scent or feel her fur ever again.
Warrior
It was a weak feeling that she never wanted to experience again. The battle may have earned them their warrior names, but it was a hollow ceremony. Tawnypaw was henceforth to be known as Tawnystripe, for her pelt. Briarpaw became Briarpatch, in honor and remembrance of their mother. Hollypaw was named Hollyshade, both for her pelt and her sneaking skills.
The Clans went on. Tawnystripe got an apprentice at 21 moons old, the only one of her siblings: a dark ginger tabby tom named Russetpaw. It... It didn't work out very well. They were far too different to work well together. He was a calm, observant apprentice. He wanted to focus more on hunting than fighting, which Tawnystripe admittedly wasn't the best at.
Luckily for her, she had two siblings who were both proficient and willing to help. It was like Russetpaw had three mentors instead of just one. By the time he was made Russetfeather at 13 moons, he was proficient at fighting, hunting, AND tracking. Little bastard knew it too. He had picked up some of Tawnystripe's more unsavory habits, including being a little too proud of his skills.
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