Morningstreak {Windclan | Deputy}

Morningstreak
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Age: 38 moons
Gender: she-cat
Rank: deputy
Clan: windclan
Short Description: ginger she-cat with amber eyes

Appearance:
bone-structure
Morningstreak is a thin she-cat with long legs and a wiry body. Her torso is withered at the hips and squared near the shoulders. She has a small stomach and narrow hips. The she-cat's shoulders are closely knit together, giving her an over-all skinny appearance. Morningstreak has long legs for a she-cat. If it weren't for her small disposition she could be an intimidating cat. Instead, she's respected for her quickness of foot and ability to slip from one enemy to the next. Her paws are dainty and small, but her claws are sharp and hooked; giving her an edge when it comes to gripping the windy moor. Not only is she tall, but she has a long body as well. Her tail leaves her rump long and feathered at the end. Her elbows and cheeks feather out as well; although the rest of her fur is short and well-manicured.

fur
The color of her fur is a light, pale ginger. It's often compared to the color of the sun during dawn's luminous arrival. Morningstreak has faint tabby stripes but they're only present in obscure lighting. The length of her fur is short and refined. It gets longer at the joints at her legs and tufts out on her hind-quarters. The deputy's tail is long and feathered at the ends. The points of her chin, chest, and underbelly are a light cream color. Due to her cleanliness, Morningstreak keeps her fur sleek and well-kept. It's almost unheard of to see it messy or covered in dirt.

face
She has a rounded face with large eyes and chubby cheeks. Her profile is short and up-turned. The bridge of her nose is narrow and small. Morningstreak's muzzle is round and circular as well. She isn't angled or high-defined. The she-cat has low cheekbones and well-spaced eyes. Her face is the only part of her body where her tabby stripes are noticeable. They travel from the ends of her cheeks and stop just below her eyes. Her forehead is marked with the classic tabby 'M'. Her ears are smaller and closer together than usual. The color of her eyes are a dark, orange amber. The intensity of their shade changes with the weather.

Personality:
controlling
Morningstreak likes to be in control. Everything is broken down into a strict science. She organizes the clan specifically to her liking. Things are precise and perfect in her world. She doesn't make room for mistakes. If something goes wrong, if one tiny thing is misplaced, she becomes incredibly irritable and unforgiving. Her words are short, curt, and cold. Her denmates fear her, and her harsh, calculating presence. She possesses the tendency to lash out and verbally abuse her clanmates; most of the time it's out frustration and not actual hate.

possessive
Not only is she controlling, but she's possessive as well. The moment she walks into a room she immediately knows what's hers and what isn't. She likes to claim certain spots, pieces of prey, ideas, and even cats. If it catches her attention, she's wants it. Although usually seen as an unmanageable character trait, it can be endearing. She's impeccably loyal to her friends and her clan. Morningstreak is proud of her accomplishments and relishes in the fact that she's Windclan's deputy. She has a strong sense of loyalty toward her leader and likes to think of her clanmates as her own.

cold
The she-cat is entirely indifferent. Internally she has emotions - externally she is cold, unresponsive. She doesn't want her petty feelings to inject upon her denmates. Emotions are too persuasive. Morningstreak doesn't want to be a friend to her clanmates, she wants to be their deputy and that is all. There are few cats in her life that know her personally - the rest mean, almost nothing to her. She doesn't empathize. A loss of life is part of moving forward. Love is a hindrance. Emotions are a waste of time.

History:

kithood
"You look just like your father." Morningstreak heard this many times growing up. She inherited her golden coat from her father, Goldenstep. If it weren't for her dark, amber eyes it'd almost be impossible to tell she was Jaywing's daughter. Her parents fell in love the old fashioned way. They were friends through their apprentice-ship and as young warriors, their friendship blossomed into love. Jaywing wasn't set on having children at such a young age but 'accident's happen. Regardless, they were very excited to bring three striving kits into the world - two she-cats and a tom.

It might seem silly at such a young age, but Morninstreak was a very independent soul. To be like someone else, and to be reminded of it so often, pushed her to become her own cat. At this point in her life she was peaceful. She spent her time alone in the nursery and rarely bothered her siblings. For Honeykit and Dusk-kit it was like they never had a sister. She was just an extra-mouth at dinner and another warm body to touch at night.

Morningkit never wanted to participate in any of her siblings' outings. She detested the idea of goofing off and causing trouble. It drove her insane. As a child she was highly paranoid. Just the thought of getting caught, or even worse punished, made her sick. She'd watch her brother and sister through envious slits. She wanted to be bad, rebellious, but her morality told her otherwise.

apprenticeship
At six moons something drastically changed inside her. It wasn't an immediate change but she started to show up on the radar. Her denmates started to notice the pretty little she-cat. Morningpaw was still cold, calculating, and overall indifferent but someone noticed her; a tom. His name was Shadowpaw and Honeypaw adored him. She would take Morningpaw aside and gush for hours. Morningpaw tried to be nice to sister, she tried to listen, but something inside her couldn't connect. She didn't care about her sister's crush. She couldn't care less.

And then Shadowpaw did the unthinkable. He confessed his undying love for Morningpaw one bitter leaf-bare morning, and he did it in front of Honeypaw. Morningpaw couldn't do anything but open and shut her mouth. She slowly let her attention settle on her sister - her fuming, trembling sister. Honeypaw shot her a gaze glistening with hatred and they never were the same again.

Morningpaw rejected Shadowpaw. Not only would it upset her sister even more, but she wasn't interested in the first place. At such a vital point in her life why would she want love? It would only hinder her experience. Morningpaw spent the remainder of her apprenticeship avoiding her sister. She instead developed a close bond with her brother and was slowly introduced to his friends. She never became excessively social or popular, but she had cats to talk to.

A couple moons before she became a warrior Morningpaw tried to patch the hole drifting between her and her sister. She approached the she-cat with a steely indifference. Their eyes cold the she-cat sized each up - waltzing around one another in an incompetent dance. Finally Morningpaw spoke, "Why do you hate me." The words left a chill in the air. Honeypaw grit her teeth, anger furrowing between her brows, "Because he meant everything to me, and he meant nothing to you."

It was the last serious conversation the she-cats ever had.

warrior-ship
As a new warrior, she was at the top of her game. She gained a best friend named Brackenstripe, who she had her own little crush on. Life was great. Until her very first patrol.

Morningstreak bounded across the camp, calmly taking Brackenstripe's side as they headed out on their first patrol. Brackenstripe looked very excited, but he always did. He always carried this stupid, happy expression. Even if a badger murdered them entirely he would somehow find a way to remain chipper. But, maybe that's why she liked him so well. Opposites attract, she concluded. "Are you at least a bit excited?" Brackenstripe laughed, giving his friend a nudge. "You know me well enough. You decide."
"Fine, you're excited. More excited than me!"
"I wouldn't bet on that."

The two followed the patrol's leader in a comfortable silence. It was slow-going, the old tom seemed to be taking his time, completely disregarding the antsy warriors on his tail. Suddenly the aging tom, Birdswipe, stopped. "Why are we stopping? It's bad enough we are going about the same speed as a snail." Brackenstripe barked.
"I just wanted to take in the view. Is that so bad?"
"Yeah, if the Clan is waiting for us to get back!"
"Morningstreak, look out!"
Brackenstripe screeched, lunging at Morningstreak with great speed. "Hey! Wha-"
He had saved her.
Morningstreak pushed Brackenstripe side to get up, immediately shifting her gaze toward him. He was dead. Looking up, a badger loomed over the two cats, glaring menacingly at them in cold resentment. "You piece of fox-dung!" Morningstreak snarled harshly, rage rising like a wild fire. Leaping in the air, she gripped the head of the beast, tearing into its' skin. It gave out a yowl, swinging it's head and knocking Morningstreak into a tree. Blackness consumed her vision.

When Morningstreak woke up, both her best friend and Birdswipe were dead. She guessed the badger thought she was dead also, and went on its way back to its den. Since then Morningstreak evolved into a possessive, commanding cat, wanting to be in control of every situation. In her mind, if she were the leader of the patrol, if she was taking control, they wouldn't have been moving so slow. They would be alive. No, she didn't blame Birdswipe, but she did blame herself. But maybe thanks to what happened did she gain the maturity and control she needed to be named deputy.