Post by Kite on Mar 31, 2013 16:03:12 GMT -5
NAME! Cricketfang.
AGE! 48 moons.
RANK! warrior.
GENDER! f
CLAN! ThunderClan.
SHORT DESC.! Black she-cat with orange streaks and golden eyes.
FULL DESCRIPTION!
PERSONALITY!
HISTORY!
RP EXAMPLE!
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AGE! 48 moons.
RANK! warrior.
GENDER! f
CLAN! ThunderClan.
SHORT DESC.! Black she-cat with orange streaks and golden eyes.
FULL DESCRIPTION!
Cricketfang
Cricketfang is a thin she-cat with a slightly ragged coat, emphasized by the orange clumps and streaks that riddle her otherwise black fur. Her moons as a warrior have earned her a few scars, the most notable of which is the clawmark on her shoulder from an especially deep scratch. The fur along the scar tissue is gone, leaving her with a thin, long bald spot. Overall Cricketfang is a rugged-looking creature who frequently looks as though she could use an extra meal and a good grooming.
PERSONALITY!
Where she was once a vibrant and spirited she-cat in her youth, many moons of hardship and tragedy have disillusioned Cricketfang about what positive traits other cats might have. She expects the worst from others and very little can change her mind. She willfully ignores kindnesses done and remembers only the hurtful and treacherous deeds. She leans heavily on stereotypes to judge the other clans, while also not expecting much from her own clanmates.
But, however grouchy Cricketfang may be, she has still not tired of fighting for her clan. Her loyalty is as unwavering as ever, and she is just as fast as any other ThunderClan cat to rush to the defense of a clanmate, even one she might have had an argument with earlier that day. In some ways, her belief in the unity of ThunderClan against the world is the only thing keeping her from falling apart, especially in the wake of their disconnect from StarClan.
HISTORY!
Cricketfang was born to an older queen who declined to reveal the identity of the father. This was the source of all the succeeding arguments between Cricketfang and her mother up until the queen's death. The young she-cat's vitally curious nature had her sinking her fangs into the mystery of her father's identity and did not allow her to let go for many moons. As a result, Cricketfang and her mother did not have many conversations where Cricketfang did not ask. The old queen, while she was proud of her daugther's skills as a warrior, grew exasperated with her constant needling for her father's identity. She adopted a coldness with her daughter that deeply hurt Cricketfang.
The brazen young she-cat was the only member of her litter to survive long enough to become a warrior. One brother was stillborn, her sister died as a kit, and her other brother died fighting off a badger. Her mother died later that winter when she caught greencough. Cricketfang grieved despite their differences.
As a warrior, Cricketfang had been named just as much for her fighting ability as for her sharp tongue. She had always been one to speak her mind, and the teasing she had engaged in as a youth grew into scathing remarks as she aged. She lost more and more valued clanmates as moons passed, cats whom she had always respected. It seemed every season brought new troubles and hardship to ThunderClan, and Cricketfang gradually stopped hoping for anything better.
When the Moonstone collapsed, she very nearly lost hope for ThunderClan entirely. As a defense mechanism, she finally decided that they simply didn't need StarClan. They were better off without some dead cats who only gave them cryptic warnings that only ever made sense after the fact. They could protect their leaders just fine, they didn't need those nine lives.
RP EXAMPLE!
Dampness clung to everything like a curse, unwanted and unforgiving. It turned the ground into mush that squelched disgustingly underpaw, unearthing all manner of bugs and StarClan knows what else that just so happened to be living or decomposing in what used to be dirt. The darkness didn't help. This time of night in this weather, ThunderClan's woods were somehow remarkably dim and dreary, not to mention forbidding. A thin mist even managed to hang around, if only because the evaporated wetness hadn't made it up and out of this dense fortress of trees for days.
Cricketfang trudged onward, golden eyes staring sightlessly at the ground, trying not to imagine what exactly she was stepping on. Her orange streaks were invisible in the lack of light. Her fur was matted and plastered to her skin with sweat and probably some of that choking moisture. Cobwebs littered her pelt as well, some dangling from her ears and tail. The she-cat didn't bother to shake them off. It took too much energy, and it was hot. Any cat with fairly good eyesight could make out the pained grimace on her face, though the look didn't have much to do with how he felt about the weather. Yeah, it was way too warm and way too muggy, but seasoned warrior had bigger problems on her mind.
This was a raid on ShadowClan. Her clanmates stalked through the underbrush tail lengths away, their faces just as grim as hers. For once she hadn't been one of the warriors to urge their leader to retaliate against ShadowClan for the border skirmish that day, which a few of her clanmates had called her out for. But she was acutely aware of something they found all to easy to ignore: ThunderClan was weak. Sickness had broken it down into a fraction of the size it had been in her youth, and many of its members were weak from sickness. She doubted they could afford to attack ShadowClan under such circumstances.
And she had been overruled. Yet here she was, doing what she would always do for ThunderClan: follow orders. At the very least, she would do what she could to make sure everyone got back to camp when this was over.
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