Shrewfur {Windclan}
Dec 9, 2013 2:10:11 GMT -6
Post by Kaz on Dec 9, 2013 2:10:11 GMT -6
Shrewfur
She-cat ● 19 moons ● Windclan ● Warrior
A brown she cat with emerald eyes
A P P E A R A N C E
In Windclan, there are a great many creatures that flit this way and that upon the ground. One of these creatures, is the shrew, a gray, brown, mole-looking thing that serves as food for the cats of the forest. If Shrewfur were to crawl among the ground, and observed, she would look like a large, deformed shrew. Shrewfur's coat is stripey and splotchy, as if someone ran her through the wash with bleach and brown clothing. The splotches on her fur are brown and dark grey, and the browns range from light khaki all the way down to an earthy dark brown. Starclan was not cruel, however, and she looks just fine in the eyes of toms. She stands at 1 foot tall from her head hair to the pads on her paws, and she is a bit filled out from her time adventuring and eating well. She is a little soft, but that doesn't mean she isn't fit. She is quick, and acrobatic, and that servers her well in hunting birds. Her length is about a foot and a half, and her tail is half a foot long. She has deep emerald green eyes that glisten in the sunshine, and they seem to bright up when she smiles. Her ears are short and rounded out at the edges.
In Windclan, there are a great many creatures that flit this way and that upon the ground. One of these creatures, is the shrew, a gray, brown, mole-looking thing that serves as food for the cats of the forest. If Shrewfur were to crawl among the ground, and observed, she would look like a large, deformed shrew. Shrewfur's coat is stripey and splotchy, as if someone ran her through the wash with bleach and brown clothing. The splotches on her fur are brown and dark grey, and the browns range from light khaki all the way down to an earthy dark brown. Starclan was not cruel, however, and she looks just fine in the eyes of toms. She stands at 1 foot tall from her head hair to the pads on her paws, and she is a bit filled out from her time adventuring and eating well. She is a little soft, but that doesn't mean she isn't fit. She is quick, and acrobatic, and that servers her well in hunting birds. Her length is about a foot and a half, and her tail is half a foot long. She has deep emerald green eyes that glisten in the sunshine, and they seem to bright up when she smiles. Her ears are short and rounded out at the edges.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
"Sometimes, the truth is sweet."
Shrewfur could be described as many things. Simple. A laycat. Thickheaded. The one you have to tell things to three times before she gets it.
Stupid.
None of these things are true, although it may seem so on the outside. She may seem simple, but in reality, she is just constantly wrapped up in her thoughts. She can be seen gazing at trees or rocks, and in her head, she would be philosophizing about the concept of rocks and what their existential purpose is, or making up an extensive encyclopedia of lore about a tree, and stories that go along with it. In her mind, the weather is always nice, and the clan always has enough to eat.
The ability to keep the outside world and her fantasies separate did not come about until she was to become a warrior, and she would always shirk off her responsibilities to go and spin tales and seek adventure. Living in her thoughts can result in a sort of ditzyness, and a small vicious cycle emerges when she is ridiculed for it, and is made to retreat farther into her mind as an escape.
Despite this, Shrewfur has a deep analytical side and can figure challenges out with ease. She enjoys a good teaser, and has a knack for thinking outside the box. Some solutions to issues may be radical and unorthodox, but whenever someone gives her a chance, they usually succeed. She also is very curious and will leave no question unanswered or phenomena uninvestigated. While this side to her exists, over the moons, she has learned to keep her paws out of matters where they don't belong, or at least observe from a distance. Shrewfur is good natured, quick to forgiveness, slow to anger, and she has a policy of treating others with warmth and love. She herself would not do something to hurt someone else, not everyone else shares her philosophy.
She is delicate and it does not take much to upset her. She was, and still is, teased about various things, and more often than not, tears are evoked, and she causes a scene.
She has an interest in toms, but none have taken a liking to her just yet, and that leaves her with some fairly small issues about her self-esteem. Perhaps the boys don't want to be seen with the ditzy one, or maybe it's a matter of chance. None knows.
"Sometimes, the truth is sweet."
Shrewfur could be described as many things. Simple. A laycat. Thickheaded. The one you have to tell things to three times before she gets it.
Stupid.
None of these things are true, although it may seem so on the outside. She may seem simple, but in reality, she is just constantly wrapped up in her thoughts. She can be seen gazing at trees or rocks, and in her head, she would be philosophizing about the concept of rocks and what their existential purpose is, or making up an extensive encyclopedia of lore about a tree, and stories that go along with it. In her mind, the weather is always nice, and the clan always has enough to eat.
The ability to keep the outside world and her fantasies separate did not come about until she was to become a warrior, and she would always shirk off her responsibilities to go and spin tales and seek adventure. Living in her thoughts can result in a sort of ditzyness, and a small vicious cycle emerges when she is ridiculed for it, and is made to retreat farther into her mind as an escape.
Despite this, Shrewfur has a deep analytical side and can figure challenges out with ease. She enjoys a good teaser, and has a knack for thinking outside the box. Some solutions to issues may be radical and unorthodox, but whenever someone gives her a chance, they usually succeed. She also is very curious and will leave no question unanswered or phenomena uninvestigated. While this side to her exists, over the moons, she has learned to keep her paws out of matters where they don't belong, or at least observe from a distance. Shrewfur is good natured, quick to forgiveness, slow to anger, and she has a policy of treating others with warmth and love. She herself would not do something to hurt someone else, not everyone else shares her philosophy.
She is delicate and it does not take much to upset her. She was, and still is, teased about various things, and more often than not, tears are evoked, and she causes a scene.
She has an interest in toms, but none have taken a liking to her just yet, and that leaves her with some fairly small issues about her self-esteem. Perhaps the boys don't want to be seen with the ditzy one, or maybe it's a matter of chance. None knows.
H I S T O R Y
Not much occurs in the life of a kit like Shrewkit. She was born, developed and did the things that kits do best, like crying over silly things, pretending to be the leader, and annoying warriors. Shrewkit was especially adept at being an annoyance. Skip ahead a few pages of her story, and we will find the kit on the fateful day when she was told her first story. An elder came to the den one day, and locked eyes with the deep green irises of Shrewkit. She immediately ran over to him and demanded a story to help pass the lazy days in the nursery. He spun a tale from the rich history of the forest, back from the time of Firestar of Thunderclan. She rambled on and on about this story for an amount of time, but she and the other kits soon grew tired of hearing about how the kittypet became a warrior. Using the template she had been given, she started making edits. Firestar's fur color. The names of cats. Then major plot points. In time she learned how to craft her own stories. She was soon running around making up stories about every little thing she saw, from rocks to birds to speculations about where the warriors went off to during the hunting trips. The whole clan knew her as the one kit they didn't roll their eyes at, the one that spin a yarn a thousand yards long.
Once, Shrewpaw had snuck off in the middle of the night and stood at the edge of the forest. She steeped from the ground onto the asphalt of the thunderpath. She was going to look for inspiration for stories, and explore the twoleg place. She would spend many nights here, eating their food, and sharing their stories. Never would she return, after the deputy tracked her and punished her with revoking her right to become a warrior with the rest of her friends. The younger apprentices, fresh from kithood, didn't have much in the way of tact, and ridiculed her for being both an old apprentice and breaking the warrior code in the most embarrassing way.
In the first month since she adopted the name of Shrewfur, she was able to demonstrate some of the out of the box thinking she is known for. On patrol, she tried her hand at catching a hawk that had appeared, a rare feat. Using fresh rabbit, she masked herself with the scent of death and laid out in the middle of the moorland. With the fresh kill at her side, she curled up and squirmed around, and from an vertical standpoint, looked like a kitten. The hawk swooped in to investigate. Shrewfur sprang up. The hawk spread and tried to take flight, but Shrewfur caught the bird in its chest. With her claws and teeth dug into the bird of prey, her hunting party was able to easily bag the prey. On that night, the clan ate well.Due to her lack of experience,her clan mates are still a little wary of her more unorthodox ideas, but value her contributions to clan life thus far.
Not much occurs in the life of a kit like Shrewkit. She was born, developed and did the things that kits do best, like crying over silly things, pretending to be the leader, and annoying warriors. Shrewkit was especially adept at being an annoyance. Skip ahead a few pages of her story, and we will find the kit on the fateful day when she was told her first story. An elder came to the den one day, and locked eyes with the deep green irises of Shrewkit. She immediately ran over to him and demanded a story to help pass the lazy days in the nursery. He spun a tale from the rich history of the forest, back from the time of Firestar of Thunderclan. She rambled on and on about this story for an amount of time, but she and the other kits soon grew tired of hearing about how the kittypet became a warrior. Using the template she had been given, she started making edits. Firestar's fur color. The names of cats. Then major plot points. In time she learned how to craft her own stories. She was soon running around making up stories about every little thing she saw, from rocks to birds to speculations about where the warriors went off to during the hunting trips. The whole clan knew her as the one kit they didn't roll their eyes at, the one that spin a yarn a thousand yards long.
Once, Shrewpaw had snuck off in the middle of the night and stood at the edge of the forest. She steeped from the ground onto the asphalt of the thunderpath. She was going to look for inspiration for stories, and explore the twoleg place. She would spend many nights here, eating their food, and sharing their stories. Never would she return, after the deputy tracked her and punished her with revoking her right to become a warrior with the rest of her friends. The younger apprentices, fresh from kithood, didn't have much in the way of tact, and ridiculed her for being both an old apprentice and breaking the warrior code in the most embarrassing way.
In the first month since she adopted the name of Shrewfur, she was able to demonstrate some of the out of the box thinking she is known for. On patrol, she tried her hand at catching a hawk that had appeared, a rare feat. Using fresh rabbit, she masked herself with the scent of death and laid out in the middle of the moorland. With the fresh kill at her side, she curled up and squirmed around, and from an vertical standpoint, looked like a kitten. The hawk swooped in to investigate. Shrewfur sprang up. The hawk spread and tried to take flight, but Shrewfur caught the bird in its chest. With her claws and teeth dug into the bird of prey, her hunting party was able to easily bag the prey. On that night, the clan ate well.Due to her lack of experience,her clan mates are still a little wary of her more unorthodox ideas, but value her contributions to clan life thus far.
