Redthorn [ShadowClan]
Jan 5, 2010 18:18:40 GMT -6
Post by Moony on Jan 5, 2010 18:18:40 GMT -6
Redthorn
she-cat ● 24 ● shadowclan ● warrior
ginger & white she-cat with amber eyes
A P P E A R A N C E
Lithe muscles tone the frame of Redthorn. Light on her toes, with paws that can snap out in a flash, when Redthorn hunts it seems like dancing. Redthorn’s frame is well built for a she-cat, with a similar structure to her brother. On the larger side, especially when compared to she-cats, Redthorn still has the slim look that she-cats own. But there is power behind her frame, and she makes a formidable fighter. Hidden as dancing when she hunts, she is a wall of strength when she fights. Her face is round, with a short muzzle. Her brow line creases together, giving her a slightly scornful look in her resting face.
Short, ginger fur covers the majority of Redthorn’s pelt. Darker tabby marks, especially around her face, mix with her red fur. Pure white dominates her underbelly and paw tips. The white also sneaks up her nose and across one side of her muzzle. Her fur is coarse and the she-cat has a tendency to go a day or two without a thorough washing. A lick here and there to keep her pelt from being a rats nest, but Redthorn doesn’t feel a need to make herself pretty all the time.
The last features on Redthorn are her facial features. Her round eyes are amber, practically the same tone as her ginger fur. Her white whiskers are there for use rather than beauty, and her small pink nose is spotted with black.
Lithe muscles tone the frame of Redthorn. Light on her toes, with paws that can snap out in a flash, when Redthorn hunts it seems like dancing. Redthorn’s frame is well built for a she-cat, with a similar structure to her brother. On the larger side, especially when compared to she-cats, Redthorn still has the slim look that she-cats own. But there is power behind her frame, and she makes a formidable fighter. Hidden as dancing when she hunts, she is a wall of strength when she fights. Her face is round, with a short muzzle. Her brow line creases together, giving her a slightly scornful look in her resting face.
Short, ginger fur covers the majority of Redthorn’s pelt. Darker tabby marks, especially around her face, mix with her red fur. Pure white dominates her underbelly and paw tips. The white also sneaks up her nose and across one side of her muzzle. Her fur is coarse and the she-cat has a tendency to go a day or two without a thorough washing. A lick here and there to keep her pelt from being a rats nest, but Redthorn doesn’t feel a need to make herself pretty all the time.
The last features on Redthorn are her facial features. Her round eyes are amber, practically the same tone as her ginger fur. Her white whiskers are there for use rather than beauty, and her small pink nose is spotted with black.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Redthorn is a doer. She likes to be moving and doing some kind of action. Living in the present moment Redthorn is not afraid to get her paw’s dirty. She will hunt, she will fight, she will play, heck she will even clean out the elder’s den. When presented with simple tasks the she-cat is quick to finish them and move on to something else. If she sees something that needs to be done, she’ll do it. Fresh-kill pile low? No problem, she’ll go hunting. Trespasser on ShadowClan territory? No worries, she’ll rip their fur off. She’s a cat of action, which many times means she doesn’t think through things. Especially when it comes to saying something hurtful.
It’s not in Redthorn’s nature to intentionally hurt some cat’s feelings, but most of the time her mind isn’t thinking that others have feelings. Her focus is on the present situation and what needs to be done, and if that’s telling a cat off, she’ll do it. She’s blunt, and sometimes cruel with the words she uses, but in general she says them with good intentions, even if it doesn’t seem that way. Redthorn isn’t the best critical thinker, and questions every order, even ones from her leader. It isn’t that she doesn’t trust them, or thinks she knows better, it’s just that she doesn’t have the ability to see the point of the orders or plans without questioning the point.
Redthorn has firm beliefs in what she thinks is right and wrong, and it (mostly) follows the warrior code. She will never do something she feels is wrong. For example, she isn’t afraid to protect her clan’s borders, and feels strongly that the other clans should keep off. Yet she doesn’t think that should keep ShadowClan from pushing out and gaining new territory. She won’t leave a cat helpless and injured unless they had been fighting, but if orders to leave a cat, Redthorn would disobey. She knows what she believes, and won’t let any cat tell her otherwise.
Redthorn is a doer. She likes to be moving and doing some kind of action. Living in the present moment Redthorn is not afraid to get her paw’s dirty. She will hunt, she will fight, she will play, heck she will even clean out the elder’s den. When presented with simple tasks the she-cat is quick to finish them and move on to something else. If she sees something that needs to be done, she’ll do it. Fresh-kill pile low? No problem, she’ll go hunting. Trespasser on ShadowClan territory? No worries, she’ll rip their fur off. She’s a cat of action, which many times means she doesn’t think through things. Especially when it comes to saying something hurtful.
It’s not in Redthorn’s nature to intentionally hurt some cat’s feelings, but most of the time her mind isn’t thinking that others have feelings. Her focus is on the present situation and what needs to be done, and if that’s telling a cat off, she’ll do it. She’s blunt, and sometimes cruel with the words she uses, but in general she says them with good intentions, even if it doesn’t seem that way. Redthorn isn’t the best critical thinker, and questions every order, even ones from her leader. It isn’t that she doesn’t trust them, or thinks she knows better, it’s just that she doesn’t have the ability to see the point of the orders or plans without questioning the point.
Redthorn has firm beliefs in what she thinks is right and wrong, and it (mostly) follows the warrior code. She will never do something she feels is wrong. For example, she isn’t afraid to protect her clan’s borders, and feels strongly that the other clans should keep off. Yet she doesn’t think that should keep ShadowClan from pushing out and gaining new territory. She won’t leave a cat helpless and injured unless they had been fighting, but if orders to leave a cat, Redthorn would disobey. She knows what she believes, and won’t let any cat tell her otherwise.
H I S T O R Y
Redthorn was born in a small litter of two; just her and her brother, Patchkit. Their parents were warriors of ShadowClan; Poppyfoot and Whitepelt. Their mother cared for them with much love and let them grow and develop into their own unique personalities. Redkit and Patchkit were inseparable, they were like twins. Redkit could read her brother and know what he was thinking or feeling with ease, and as they neared the age of six moons, it was clear that they were both eagerly awaiting their apprentice ceremony. It came right on schedule, and at six moons of age Redkit was named Redpaw. Her mentor, Jaggedfur, helped to tone her muscles, build her strength, and hone her skills as a warrior. He trained her hard and three moons of hard work showed. Jaggedfur didn’t just show her the fighting and hunting techniques that would prove useful to her as a warrior. He also strived to teach Redpaw important thinking and logic skills that would prove their importance in planning battles and the survival of the clan. Unfortunately Redpaw didn’t prove as proficient in these areas as she did the action. In battle training the best she could do was respond to moves and overpower her opponent with sheer strength. With her mind constantly on the present moment she would slow down in order to think ahead and that proved deadly in their mock battles. Finally Jaggedfur gave up on teaching her the finer points of battle, and encouraged her to continue her strength exercises. Her build was her best asset in battle. Luckily Redpaw wasn’t as hopeless in hunting. She was the best hunter out of the current batch of apprentices, and very soon she even out matched her mentor’s skill.
At nine moons of age, both Redpaw and Patchpaw were looking towards their looming warriorship. The siblings felt like any day they could have their assessment, and so they trained harder and harder. Patchpaw, who had proven himself better at battle than Redpaw, attempted to supplement her battle training, but found her skill in that area just as hopeless as Jaggedfur had. Finally the day came when it was announced they would have their assessment. The two felt like nothing could get in their way of becoming warriors now. How wrong they were. Reports had been coming in for the past moon of a group of rats that were slowly making their way towards camp. Warriors had been sent out multiple times to fight off the rats, but they would regroup and take a different route to ShadowClan camp. Right as Redpaw and Patchpaw were taken out for their assessment, the group of rats attacked. Redpaw remembers very clearly Jaggedfur telling her ‘Forget the assessment, right now you’re a warrior, and you must protect your clan.’ The rats hadn’t counted on a camp full of warriors to be blocking their path. Even the queens jumped into the fray. Redpaw battled hard against the rats alongside her brother and their mentors. Every now and then she caught glimpses of her parents fighting the rats. Redpaw felt exhilarated during the battle. She struggled, yes, but it was an exhilarating struggle. It wasn’t until the battle was nearing it’s in that a rat caught hold of her shoulder, tearing deep into her muscle. Jaggedfur was quick to jump in and pull the rat off, but the damage had been done. Redpaw was down for the count, but the battle was won.
Both Redpaw and Patchpaw had proven themselves in the battle. Patchpaw was made a warrior a few days later, and Redpaw would have been one then too if her wound hadn’t kept her in the medicine cat den. She hated that her brother had been named a warrior, Patchclaw, without her. She didn’t want to speak or see him until she was a warrior too. Her wound healed without incident, and Jaggedfur felt it was necessary to have another moon of training to make sure no lasting damage had been done to her abilities. Redpaw proved herself worthy, and at eleven moons of age Redpaw was named Redthorn, both for her sharp tongue and sharp skills as a hunter.
Fourteen moons have passed since then, and Redthorn has only honed her skills more. She looks forward to the time she will have her own apprentice now, and how she will train them just like Jaggedfur did for her.
Redthorn was born in a small litter of two; just her and her brother, Patchkit. Their parents were warriors of ShadowClan; Poppyfoot and Whitepelt. Their mother cared for them with much love and let them grow and develop into their own unique personalities. Redkit and Patchkit were inseparable, they were like twins. Redkit could read her brother and know what he was thinking or feeling with ease, and as they neared the age of six moons, it was clear that they were both eagerly awaiting their apprentice ceremony. It came right on schedule, and at six moons of age Redkit was named Redpaw. Her mentor, Jaggedfur, helped to tone her muscles, build her strength, and hone her skills as a warrior. He trained her hard and three moons of hard work showed. Jaggedfur didn’t just show her the fighting and hunting techniques that would prove useful to her as a warrior. He also strived to teach Redpaw important thinking and logic skills that would prove their importance in planning battles and the survival of the clan. Unfortunately Redpaw didn’t prove as proficient in these areas as she did the action. In battle training the best she could do was respond to moves and overpower her opponent with sheer strength. With her mind constantly on the present moment she would slow down in order to think ahead and that proved deadly in their mock battles. Finally Jaggedfur gave up on teaching her the finer points of battle, and encouraged her to continue her strength exercises. Her build was her best asset in battle. Luckily Redpaw wasn’t as hopeless in hunting. She was the best hunter out of the current batch of apprentices, and very soon she even out matched her mentor’s skill.
At nine moons of age, both Redpaw and Patchpaw were looking towards their looming warriorship. The siblings felt like any day they could have their assessment, and so they trained harder and harder. Patchpaw, who had proven himself better at battle than Redpaw, attempted to supplement her battle training, but found her skill in that area just as hopeless as Jaggedfur had. Finally the day came when it was announced they would have their assessment. The two felt like nothing could get in their way of becoming warriors now. How wrong they were. Reports had been coming in for the past moon of a group of rats that were slowly making their way towards camp. Warriors had been sent out multiple times to fight off the rats, but they would regroup and take a different route to ShadowClan camp. Right as Redpaw and Patchpaw were taken out for their assessment, the group of rats attacked. Redpaw remembers very clearly Jaggedfur telling her ‘Forget the assessment, right now you’re a warrior, and you must protect your clan.’ The rats hadn’t counted on a camp full of warriors to be blocking their path. Even the queens jumped into the fray. Redpaw battled hard against the rats alongside her brother and their mentors. Every now and then she caught glimpses of her parents fighting the rats. Redpaw felt exhilarated during the battle. She struggled, yes, but it was an exhilarating struggle. It wasn’t until the battle was nearing it’s in that a rat caught hold of her shoulder, tearing deep into her muscle. Jaggedfur was quick to jump in and pull the rat off, but the damage had been done. Redpaw was down for the count, but the battle was won.
Both Redpaw and Patchpaw had proven themselves in the battle. Patchpaw was made a warrior a few days later, and Redpaw would have been one then too if her wound hadn’t kept her in the medicine cat den. She hated that her brother had been named a warrior, Patchclaw, without her. She didn’t want to speak or see him until she was a warrior too. Her wound healed without incident, and Jaggedfur felt it was necessary to have another moon of training to make sure no lasting damage had been done to her abilities. Redpaw proved herself worthy, and at eleven moons of age Redpaw was named Redthorn, both for her sharp tongue and sharp skills as a hunter.
Fourteen moons have passed since then, and Redthorn has only honed her skills more. She looks forward to the time she will have her own apprentice now, and how she will train them just like Jaggedfur did for her.
