Birdpaw [WindClan]
Feb 19, 2009 18:13:42 GMT -6
Post by Moony on Feb 19, 2009 18:13:42 GMT -6
Birdkit
Age: 10 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: WindClan
Short Description: Tan tabby she-cat with amber eyes
Appearance: Birdkit is a small kit, only half the size an apprentice would be. Amazingly most of her size is made up of her legs, which are extremely long for her age.
Her pelt is tabby print and tan. It is also a long, silky coat that is kept nice and neat by her adopted mother, Moon.
Her eyes are a light, clear amber, and are normally wide and round with curiosity.
She is a chubby kit, but with time she should be evened out in weight and size.
Personality: Birdkit is quiet, but it isn't certain she will always be this way. Already she is showing an interest to learn and will sometimes ask warriors many questions. She also likes to hear her mother tell stories about the mountains and to go to the elders and listen to them tell stories.
Birdkit loves to take risks though, and was found trying to sneak out of camp once. She hasn't tried it again, yet. But she has also been seen play fighting with apprentices, who normally go easy on her.
History: Birdpaw can't remember not being a part of WindClan. Even though she knows she is not of WindClan blood, even though the whispers of her ancestry follow her day to day. What she knew of how she came to be of WindClan was a simple tale. A tale of two elderly warriors, mates unable to have kits, leisurely strolling through the moors.
Moonsky, a silver pelt she-cat, was the doting lover of old Stormsong, the aging deputy of WindClan. The two enjoyed taking walks in the moor when they could. It was quickly approaching their time to join the Elders den. But like all old warriors, they hesitate to let go of the strength and pride of the warrior title for the simple life of an elder.
On this particular walk, early in full leaf, a peculiar scent reached the couple. A scent of blood, death, and life swirled together. Moonsky refused to ignore the scent, and she lead the way to the end of the scent trail. At the end of the trail the two elderly lovers found an unexpected sight: two tiny kits beside their dead mother. It appeared that the mother, a skinny, sickly looking she-cat, had passed from kit-birth. Moonsky knew that if the two, mewling, hungry kits were not helped soon, there would be three dead bodies. While Stormsong objected at first to bringing non-cLan kits back to camp, the determination of his mate overruled him.
So the two, elderly warriors carried the two newborn kits back to WindClan. A queen by the name of Sun eyes had given birth only two moons ago, and she still had some milk to give to the two tiny kits. The two kits lived, but only just. The tiny kits were given the names Razorkit and Birdkit, brother and sister. When Suneyes left the nursery to take on the duties as new deputy after Stormsong had retired, the two kits were just barely old enough to be weaned. They were both still tiny, and when a small bought of green cough swept through the camp, only one of the two kits was left: Birdkit.
Birdkit knew as she grew that she was 'different'. Although a different, younger queen had fed Birdkit, the small, tan she-cat always knew that Moonsky was her 'true' mother. And even though her den mates had young warriors for parents, Birdkit saw nothing strange about her parents retiring to the elders den while she was still a kit.
Birdkit spent a lot of time in the elders den with her parents. It was in the elders den, a few days before her apprentice ceremony,that Birdkit discovered why her parents were so different from the others. The Tom she adoringly called father explained gently to her where she came from. Birdkit shrugged the news off. The two cats she called mother and father before her were her real parents, and this clan was her family. It made no difference to Birdkit that she was not of true WindClan blood. But Stormsong and Moonsky explained to the young she-cat that others would not think the same way.
A few nights later, the elders gathered with the rest of the clan to watch the young she cat the elders had come to love so much be named an apprentice. Birdkit was now Birdpaw, apprentice to the young warrior called Flamestrike.
All was well.
And then tragedy struck, as it must when life seems perfect. The elderly Stormsong passed peacefully in his sleep a moon after Birdpaw's apprentice ceremony. And as she and Moonsky set vigil with the body, Moonsky joined her loving mate in StarClan. Birdpaw was orphaned.
After the death of Stormsong and Moonsky, Birdpaw felt the glance cats gave her more often. She caught cats staring at her. She heard their quiet whispering about her. She isn't one of us. Not realy. The apprentice's anger grew because she felt helpless. She had not chosen her ancestry, yet it was a curse she could not escape from.
But Birdpaw was determined to show the doubters that she was worthy to be called a WindClan warrior. She would show them all.
