Arcticpaw [Shadowclan]
Dec 8, 2009 19:21:47 GMT -6
Post by Snow on Dec 8, 2009 19:21:47 GMT -6
Arcticpaw
Age: 11 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: Shadowclan
Short Description: Pure white she-cat with clear blue eyes.
Appearance:
Arcticpaw is the spitting image of her mother, but unlike her mother she's strictly a solid color. Being a white cat with blue eyes she was expected to be deaf. But Arcticpaw had been fortunate, her hearing is quite intact. In fact she has very good hearing, the best trait she has, actually.
Truthfully Arcticpaw's stocky body makes her look like a tom. She bears a broad muzzle, while her legs are thick and muscular. The bridge of her nose is as broad as her muzzle, making breathing a bit more difficult for the she-cat. This happens to be her only fault, otherwise she's in perfect condition.
Arcticpaw's blue eyes seem to pop from the depths of her snow-white fur. But do to her unsocial nature they always tend to have an annoyed glare to them. It's quite unusual to see them do anything other than glare.
Arcticpaw's pelt is thicker then most cats, not to the point where she'd be described as a long-haired, but it definitely not short. This gives her yet another advantage in the leaf-bare season. Although hunting in the new-leaf happens to be a problem, Arcticpaw creases her brow and deals with it.
Personality:
Arcticpaw isn't one of the nicest cats in the world. Ever since the night her mother had abused her she had changed into a completely different cat. She was known for being a bundle of energy, she used to smile. These days she grumbles and mutters. The she-cat is nothing but the shell of a once great cat.
Her constant belief is that 'she was never meant to be.' Her birth to this world was nothing but a mistake, something that shouldn't have happened. And because her mind is often so gloomy, she ends up taking it out on others. Making those other than herself take her as an irritable she-cat.
Being so down in the dumps most cats would rather stay away from the little she-cat. Because of her crabby personality her fellow clan-mates don't usually welcome her onto patrols. Nor will they take the extra measure to fix her behavior. Instead she's ignored, even the warriors tend to keep their distance.
If somebody just took the time, took the chance to get to know her, they'd understand that deep down is a loving she-cat. And the only thing she wants is for somebody to love her her back. Somebody to joke around with, somebody to share-tongues with. Somebody who cares.
History:
The night that Blizzard found out she was pregnant was the night she knew she was screwed. Her whole life had been deprived off of the saying 'live life as if you died the next day'. Kits hadn't been her choice of living. In fact the she-cat had never had felt any affection towards kits, nor did she ever dream about being a mother. She had always been a strong, boastful character, but her ego died when a stray tom had caught her. What came next was obvious and before Blizzard knew it she was expecting kits.
Following that crisp autumn night two moons of pregnancy had occurred and in the depths of winter, Blizzard's single daughter had been born. It wasn't ever known if there were to be more than one kit but as the dawn's light came into view it was settled. Blizzard was the mother of one. As the she-cat stared down at her daughter she couldn't muster any kind of feelings, not even pity.
It was the middle of winter, Blizzard hardly had enough food to care for herself. There was nothing special about the kit and the mother had no strings attached. The obvious solution was to leave it to the crows. As she padded away into the forest she heard the defiant screech of her daughter. As if the newborn knew what was happening, as if she wanted to prove her worth.
Narrowing her eyes she drew out a long shaky breath and growled, "What have you gotten yourself into?" With heavy paws she walked slowly back to the withering kit, grasping the she-kit in her jaws she brought it back her to her den. As they settled into the musky den she stared down at the kit once more. Her daughter bore no name, a word echoed faintly within the depths of her mind. But she couldn't grasp it, the word was lost.
Arctic. It was perfect. The word was something she she had picked up on her travels, one of the many toms she had loved had told her about the vast stretch of snow. White was the only color seen in this world. A soft smile spluttered from her lips and before she knew it, Blizzard had fallen in love with the wriggling kit.
"Arctic!" Blizzard called, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. The little white she-cat bounded 'round the corner, her skinny white tail sticking straight up in the air, while a smile plastered her face. "Wha--?" Before Arctic could finish her sentence Blizzard had pounced, laughing she easily bowled over the she-kit, "And where have you've been missy?" she growled playfully. Arctic grinned, "I was just exploring!" Pawing at her mother's face, Arctic tried her best to slither free, but it was impossible, her mother was heavy!
"Get off!" Arctic giggled, Blizzard sighed and scooted off of her daughter. Giving her black and white pelt a shake she meowed, "So did you find that 'ole nasty badger?" Arctic scuffled her paws, and shook her head from side to side. "Nope." Blizzard grinned, "Ah well come on I caught a black bird let's eat."
Days like these always went by the fastest, it was quite a surprise when Blizzard found her daughter at the ripe age of five moons. The times had went by so fast, but keeping Arctic had never been a bad thing. It was probably the greatest thing that had ever happened to Blizzard. But things soon took a turn for the worst as Green-leaf arrived.
The days were hot, and the rivers were dry. A drought had been in effect for a mere while when Blizzard stumbled upon a group of rogues. They had named themselves 'rougeblood' and were cannibalistic at the least. They feast upon cat blood, used their bones to build their nest, and they weren't fond of intruders.
Two mangy cats circled the patched queen, their hot-musty breath hovered above Blizzard's pelt as they watched her shiver in fright. "We've been watching you." One of them breathed, his teeth glimmering in the sunlight. "You have such a pretty daughter." The second growled, her eyes glinting. Blizzard flashed her teeth, "Don't touch her." she snarled.
"Oh of course not." The first one meowed, his voice sickly sweet. "She's just too cute." The second one grinned, "Cute enough to eat." Blizzard let out a crackling hiss, lunging she caught the she-cat throat between her teeth. A sickening crunch defined the still air, Blizzard didn't even blink as she watched the cat's body fall to the earth below. At once the tom had her pinned, his teeth snapped above her head, "I'll kill your daughter for what you have done, you mangy flea-bag." he growled.
"Leave her be." Blizzard spat, her eyes narrowed in defeat. The tom merely shook his head, "You killed my partner, I'll kill yours." Without any more words he left, his presence was nothing more then the soft whispers of the wind. "Oh Arctic." Blizzard wept, her eyes heavy with tears she slowly padded back to the den. Heavy with remorse she knew what she had to do, she had to send her daughter away. Away to a place where she'll never be harmed, a place where she could be protected. The clans.
As the moon fell upon the land Blizzard set out for her journey to Shadowclan, she had met a few toms there when she was younger and she knew they'd accept her daughter into their ranks. After a few meetings with the leader it was settled, on the New Moon Arctic will find herself lost in amongst Shadowclan's pines where she will be found by a patrol of warriors.
The sky was black, only the stars were apparent as Blizzard led her daughter out into the unknown territory. "Mother where are we?" Arctic meowed, it had been the fifth time her daughter had asked, but the queen still refused to talk. There wasn't another way she could do this, she had to make Shadowclan Arctic's only choice. With a snarl she lunged out, her claws raked across the left side of Arctic's face,
"Leave, you have been nothing but a burden." she hissed, it was all she could do to stop the tears, "Your birth had been nothing but a mistake." And then she turned, unwilling to watch the horror upon her daughter's face. Without another word Blizzard raced away, tears spilled from her face and she let out a choking screech. As she ran across the stiff pines, across the reeds, and out onto the uncharted territory she let out a muffled sob,
"I'm so sorry."
Age: 11 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: Shadowclan
Short Description: Pure white she-cat with clear blue eyes.
Appearance:
Arcticpaw is the spitting image of her mother, but unlike her mother she's strictly a solid color. Being a white cat with blue eyes she was expected to be deaf. But Arcticpaw had been fortunate, her hearing is quite intact. In fact she has very good hearing, the best trait she has, actually.
Truthfully Arcticpaw's stocky body makes her look like a tom. She bears a broad muzzle, while her legs are thick and muscular. The bridge of her nose is as broad as her muzzle, making breathing a bit more difficult for the she-cat. This happens to be her only fault, otherwise she's in perfect condition.
Arcticpaw's blue eyes seem to pop from the depths of her snow-white fur. But do to her unsocial nature they always tend to have an annoyed glare to them. It's quite unusual to see them do anything other than glare.
Arcticpaw's pelt is thicker then most cats, not to the point where she'd be described as a long-haired, but it definitely not short. This gives her yet another advantage in the leaf-bare season. Although hunting in the new-leaf happens to be a problem, Arcticpaw creases her brow and deals with it.
Personality:
Arcticpaw isn't one of the nicest cats in the world. Ever since the night her mother had abused her she had changed into a completely different cat. She was known for being a bundle of energy, she used to smile. These days she grumbles and mutters. The she-cat is nothing but the shell of a once great cat.
Her constant belief is that 'she was never meant to be.' Her birth to this world was nothing but a mistake, something that shouldn't have happened. And because her mind is often so gloomy, she ends up taking it out on others. Making those other than herself take her as an irritable she-cat.
Being so down in the dumps most cats would rather stay away from the little she-cat. Because of her crabby personality her fellow clan-mates don't usually welcome her onto patrols. Nor will they take the extra measure to fix her behavior. Instead she's ignored, even the warriors tend to keep their distance.
If somebody just took the time, took the chance to get to know her, they'd understand that deep down is a loving she-cat. And the only thing she wants is for somebody to love her her back. Somebody to joke around with, somebody to share-tongues with. Somebody who cares.
History:
The night that Blizzard found out she was pregnant was the night she knew she was screwed. Her whole life had been deprived off of the saying 'live life as if you died the next day'. Kits hadn't been her choice of living. In fact the she-cat had never had felt any affection towards kits, nor did she ever dream about being a mother. She had always been a strong, boastful character, but her ego died when a stray tom had caught her. What came next was obvious and before Blizzard knew it she was expecting kits.
Following that crisp autumn night two moons of pregnancy had occurred and in the depths of winter, Blizzard's single daughter had been born. It wasn't ever known if there were to be more than one kit but as the dawn's light came into view it was settled. Blizzard was the mother of one. As the she-cat stared down at her daughter she couldn't muster any kind of feelings, not even pity.
It was the middle of winter, Blizzard hardly had enough food to care for herself. There was nothing special about the kit and the mother had no strings attached. The obvious solution was to leave it to the crows. As she padded away into the forest she heard the defiant screech of her daughter. As if the newborn knew what was happening, as if she wanted to prove her worth.
Narrowing her eyes she drew out a long shaky breath and growled, "What have you gotten yourself into?" With heavy paws she walked slowly back to the withering kit, grasping the she-kit in her jaws she brought it back her to her den. As they settled into the musky den she stared down at the kit once more. Her daughter bore no name, a word echoed faintly within the depths of her mind. But she couldn't grasp it, the word was lost.
Arctic. It was perfect. The word was something she she had picked up on her travels, one of the many toms she had loved had told her about the vast stretch of snow. White was the only color seen in this world. A soft smile spluttered from her lips and before she knew it, Blizzard had fallen in love with the wriggling kit.
"Arctic!" Blizzard called, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. The little white she-cat bounded 'round the corner, her skinny white tail sticking straight up in the air, while a smile plastered her face. "Wha--?" Before Arctic could finish her sentence Blizzard had pounced, laughing she easily bowled over the she-kit, "And where have you've been missy?" she growled playfully. Arctic grinned, "I was just exploring!" Pawing at her mother's face, Arctic tried her best to slither free, but it was impossible, her mother was heavy!
"Get off!" Arctic giggled, Blizzard sighed and scooted off of her daughter. Giving her black and white pelt a shake she meowed, "So did you find that 'ole nasty badger?" Arctic scuffled her paws, and shook her head from side to side. "Nope." Blizzard grinned, "Ah well come on I caught a black bird let's eat."
Days like these always went by the fastest, it was quite a surprise when Blizzard found her daughter at the ripe age of five moons. The times had went by so fast, but keeping Arctic had never been a bad thing. It was probably the greatest thing that had ever happened to Blizzard. But things soon took a turn for the worst as Green-leaf arrived.
The days were hot, and the rivers were dry. A drought had been in effect for a mere while when Blizzard stumbled upon a group of rogues. They had named themselves 'rougeblood' and were cannibalistic at the least. They feast upon cat blood, used their bones to build their nest, and they weren't fond of intruders.
Two mangy cats circled the patched queen, their hot-musty breath hovered above Blizzard's pelt as they watched her shiver in fright. "We've been watching you." One of them breathed, his teeth glimmering in the sunlight. "You have such a pretty daughter." The second growled, her eyes glinting. Blizzard flashed her teeth, "Don't touch her." she snarled.
"Oh of course not." The first one meowed, his voice sickly sweet. "She's just too cute." The second one grinned, "Cute enough to eat." Blizzard let out a crackling hiss, lunging she caught the she-cat throat between her teeth. A sickening crunch defined the still air, Blizzard didn't even blink as she watched the cat's body fall to the earth below. At once the tom had her pinned, his teeth snapped above her head, "I'll kill your daughter for what you have done, you mangy flea-bag." he growled.
"Leave her be." Blizzard spat, her eyes narrowed in defeat. The tom merely shook his head, "You killed my partner, I'll kill yours." Without any more words he left, his presence was nothing more then the soft whispers of the wind. "Oh Arctic." Blizzard wept, her eyes heavy with tears she slowly padded back to the den. Heavy with remorse she knew what she had to do, she had to send her daughter away. Away to a place where she'll never be harmed, a place where she could be protected. The clans.
As the moon fell upon the land Blizzard set out for her journey to Shadowclan, she had met a few toms there when she was younger and she knew they'd accept her daughter into their ranks. After a few meetings with the leader it was settled, on the New Moon Arctic will find herself lost in amongst Shadowclan's pines where she will be found by a patrol of warriors.
The sky was black, only the stars were apparent as Blizzard led her daughter out into the unknown territory. "Mother where are we?" Arctic meowed, it had been the fifth time her daughter had asked, but the queen still refused to talk. There wasn't another way she could do this, she had to make Shadowclan Arctic's only choice. With a snarl she lunged out, her claws raked across the left side of Arctic's face,
"Leave, you have been nothing but a burden." she hissed, it was all she could do to stop the tears, "Your birth had been nothing but a mistake." And then she turned, unwilling to watch the horror upon her daughter's face. Without another word Blizzard raced away, tears spilled from her face and she let out a choking screech. As she ran across the stiff pines, across the reeds, and out onto the uncharted territory she let out a muffled sob,
"I'm so sorry."
