Shimmeringhope of Riverclan

[Shimmerz*]

NAME! Shimmeringhope
AGE! 109 Moons
RANK! Elder
GENDER! She-cat
CLAN! Riverclan
SHORT DESC.! A white she-cat with periwinkle eyes.

FULL DESCRIPTION!

Shimmeringhope

Shimmeringhope is a beautiful she-cat. Her white fur seems to glow as though she were the moon, while her blue eyes shimmer like a flowing stream. She is rather slim, which allows her body to fly through the water like a falcon in the air. Her tail is a bit of a stump, as result from an accident as a kit. Still, she has managed to regain most- if not all- of her balance through daily exercises. Her small, pink nose seems to prevent her from scenting things quite as well as she should, but her large ears compensate for her, as they allow her to hear better than the average cat.

Many cats might take such a small warrior for granted, but her sharp teeth will change their mind. At the same time her claws are sharper than an eagle's talons. Totally opposite these monster-claws are her smaller paws. Truly Shimmerhope is a hidden weapon, for her size and beauty hide her fierce fighting skills.

PERSONALITY!

Shimmeringhope is a rather outgoing she-cat. She loves to be around other cats- even if she is not always welcome. Sometimes she finds herself behaving a bit bizzarely, but then again, that is just who she is. She always seems to speak her mind and says what no other cat dares to say. Still, when she does voice her opinion, she tries to be careful not to hurt the other party's feelings in any way.

Though she may be a small cat, she has a big heart. Shimmeringhope always strives to keep everyone around her happy. Sometimes though, cats still hurt her. The jokes might be all in good fun, but they hurt her just the same.

Probably the worst thing about her is her memory. It seems that she remembers nearly everything that has happened to her in life- every hunt she went on, every cat she met, everytime she was hurt. This may be why she gets hurt so easily. She has bad memories, so she always thinks the worst when she hears her name.

HISTORY!

When she was a kit in the clan, she wandered out of the nursery. Shimmeringhope (Shimmeringkit back then) had hoped to catch a fish, so she sat by the river waiting impatiently. Finally she decided to hop in. All of a sudden a strong current came along. She paddled wildy, but her smallish paws would not spare her from the watery tomb which very well waited ahead. Still, she ended up on shore. Some warrior- she hadn't been able to recall his name, very unusual for her- had seen her and pulled her out at the last moment. Poor Shimmerkit had managed to get pretty banged up. Her tail was really mangled, and so she lost it. At first she found it difficult to balance, and she feared she would never become a warrior. Still, she did her exercises everyday, and, everyday, she got better.

After time had passed- and she had regained most of her balance- she nudged her way into the rank of an apprentice. And- after many exhausting training sessions- she became a warrior; still, even with the title of warrior there was not an end to her training sessions. A cat is never done training. You can always get better.

One day, she met a charming young cat named Ducktail. At first she had seemed unsure of her small size, but Shimmeringhope assured her that it was to her advantage to be small. Small cats run and move faster than their bulkier counterparts. Through this chat, the two became good friends.

After this, she met a wonderful tom named Snagglefang. Though he had quite a reputation for being cranky, she did not see him in that light. They were so similar--him with his Snagglefang and eye infections and her with her lack of a tail. Cats looked down upon them because of their looks, but when she was with him--she felt overwhelmingly happy. The criticism of others meant nothing at his side. The two eventually bonded, and so Shimmeringhope now had a mate.

Soon after this, ThunderClan took Sunningrocks from RiverClan, and so Lightstar planned an attack. Shimmeringhope was chosen for battle patrol. A short time before the attack, Shimmeringhope met up with Ducktail. Apparently the warrior had just reached her twentieth moon. The older warrior congratulated her, and they struck up another one of their conversations. When the battle finally began, Shimmeringhope felt strange. It was as if there was some force pushing her to win--a feeling that had not been there before. She battled her opponent fiercly until she realized the paralyzing truth--she was pregnant. Her opponent and her called a bit of a friendly truce. The battle left her with the startling realization and a shattered left forepaw.

Not more than a week after the battle, she was out for a bit of a walk. She knew it was unwise to walk on a broken apendage, but she needed to think. Shimmeringhope came upon Pebblepaw, the RiverClan medicine cat and managed to save her from suicide in the river. Just as she pulled out of the river, the birthing pains began. After the ordeal was over, she had a family: Snagglefang, Leechkit (white tom with a blue-gray paw and a floppy ear), Alootkit (a gray tom with a white belly and white paws), Cricketkit (a little she-kit clone of her mother), and Swiftkit (white she-cat with a gray splotch on her head).

After all these numerous ordeals, Shimmeringhope did settle into a rather relaxed lifestyle (if one can consider growing old with a cat as cantankerous as Snagglefang "uneventful"). For the most part she now lives the simple life. Occasionally the she-cat still visits by the river, and daily she makes it a point to chat with others, but it seems for now that the slow life has taken hold.

RP EXAMPLE!

A warm sensation pulsated through her body as Snagglefang came into view. He wouldn't let her down. Her mind was becoming quite foggy, yet birthing-pains cut right through. This was not going to be the calm, beautiful birth in the nursery she had imagined. No, this-- this was a dire, perilous birthing. With the harsh snow and her current state, her kits wouldn't stand much of a chance. The tears kept streaking down her face. She knew she needed to stop crying because it wasn't good to be out of camp, drenched in this weather. It wasn't good to be drenched in general, but-- Oh StarClan! How stupid am I to go out in this weather! My kits are all going to die--I just know it. I, myself, might even perish. I can't leave Snagglefang! Oh StarClan, please don't take me yet--please save us from this frigid scourge...

Let's not have a break down...

"It'll be alright, just breathe deeply..." The words jostled her breaking heart. Pebblepaw was alive! At least a few of the kits might survive--if not she herself. The dark thought lay potent in her subconcious. She had to make it through--for Snagglefang! The white she-cat forced herself to think happier thoughts. What would we name the kits? Her mind raced for possibilities. Aloofkit? Snowkit? Leafkit? Shiningkit? Pearkit? She wrinkled her nose at the last name. What is pear? No matter--it was time for more names. Cricketkit? Beetlekit? Foxkit? Snagglekit... Yes, it would be nice to name a kit after his father, but she would leave some of the names to her mate.

Not another breakdown...

"Start licking her fur the wrong way Snagglefang, it'll warm her quicker." Her mind harkened to the present followed by waves of unbearable pain. It was going to be soon. The kits didn't seem to understand waiting. Then again, they had waited until after the battle to become known by her concious. They had waited until after she had gotten out of the river. No--she didn't want them to wait anymore. The pain was to immense. Hurry up! She urged them. This is my first act as your mother--now go! The almost-mother knew it was probably pointless having her mind urge the kits on, but it was that or calling down curses on her own stupidity. No--Snagglefang would not want to hear that.

You're on your own a long way from home...

"They're almost here!" Her voice squeaked with excitement and exhaustion. Soon this trial would be over. Soon the pain would be done. It would be okay as long as Snagglefang was by her side. By my side... Who does a medicine cat rely on? Her mind didn't derive a single answer. No one. The truth tore through her heart. So who does Pebblepaw rely on? She looked at the black-and-white cat through eyes squinted in pain. There was something inside of her. Pain? Hurt? Remorse? Brokeness? Anger? It was a look of--of shock. But shock at what? Certainly this wasn't the first birthing she had assisted in! It was something deeper--something that didn't fit. Her mind drove back to before the birthing-pains. Die...what if...she wanted to die? It fit so well, but it was so--so horrifying. It couldn't be...it couldn't be...not...not...a failed...suicide... Her body chilled and an enormous pain came upon her. She had to really focus now. IT WAS TIME!!!

Let's not have a breakdown...

breakdown (c) Simp.[/justify][/blockquote]

[~Nighthunter~]

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