Post by kitty on Mar 29, 2011 15:58:58 GMT -5
GENERAL
Name: Thrushwing
Explanation: Thrush- to represent her brown tabby fur. -wing to represent her agility.
Gender: She-cat
Age: 63 moons
Clan: GrassClan
Rank: Warrior
APPEARANCE
Build: long and thin
Fur: light brown tabby
Eyes: amber
Markings: tabby stripes; white patch on neck and toes
Overall: click!
Thrushwing's build goes right along with the typical GrassClan cat's build: long and thin. Like the rest of her Clan, she has been given long legs that allow her to tower over cats of the other Clans and a long body and tail. She is a speedy runner, much like the rest of her Clan, and is a very agile she-cat. Her head is a bit rounded in shape, with two large pointed ears topping it. Her eyes are big and round, amber in color.
True to her name, Thrushwing is a brown tabby. Her base coat is a light earthy brown, and is lighter on her face, chest, paws, and stomach than that of her back. Her actual stripes are much darker in color, a dark brown that is nearing black. These stripes crisscross her back boldly, in the typical tabby style. Instead of her pelt being solid tabby, however, she sports a white patch on her neck that wraps up around her chin. The same white can be found on her toes. Her fur overall is sleek and smooth, partially thanks to her grooming habits, and accents her thin build. Overall, Thrushwing isn't exactly what one may call 'pretty', but she is rather striking.
PERSONALITY
Positive Traits:
--Intelligent
--Agile
--Leader-like
--Confident
--Active
--Adores young cats
--Early riser
--Observant
Negative Traits:
--Sarcastic
--Flirty
--Dislikes being wrong
--Snarky
--Gossiper
--Loses interest easily
Likes:
--Toms
--Kits
--Fresh-kill
--Running
Dislikes:
--Fish
--Getting old
--Disrespectfulness
Fears:
--Dark
--Running water
Ideals:
--Respectfulness
--Intelligence
Other: Thrushwing has always been known as a she-cat who is sarcastic, snarky, and rude. As she has grown she has become no different. However, as she ages she becomes more intelligent and wise, and has developed many leadership qualities. For this reason, she is a pretty good cat to ask for help from, if you can get past her prickly attitude. This is particularly easy for a couple different kinds of cats: toms, kits, and those with a piece of juicy gossip.
Thrushwing is a flirt, plain and simple. She'll flirt with any tom available. However, she tends to have commitment issues; she just doesn't like the thought of actually settling down with a mate, despite being up there in her moons. This is a bit sad, really; she is quite adoring of kits, and enjoys playing with them. In fact, she really enjoys training apprentices. Nearly over-confident with whatever she does, Thrushwing doesn't like being wrong, especially being told that she is wrong. But in the end, she's a good, active warrior, and she doesn't truly dislike any cats in her Clan, nor does she hold anything against them.
HISTORY
Family:
Finchwhisker ;; mother ;; deceased
Thornheart ;; father ;; deceased
History:
---as a kit
Born one stormy evening 63 moons ago, Thrushkit was a single kit to two of the Clan's older warriors, Finchwhisker and Thornheart. She came into the world during the chaotic time that CliffClan and WaveClan were flooded out of their own territories, and consequently were residing for a time on GrassClan's territory. Due to her young age, this did not have much of an effect on her; young Thrushkit couldn't understand what was going on at the time, and soon enough the other two Clans had returned to their own land.
Her parents were well-respected warriors, but they were getting up there in their moons. Her mother had a hard time becoming pregnant, and for this reason, Thrushkit was both their first and last kit born. Finchwhisker had always wanted a kit, though, so Thrushkit grew up spoiled by two parents who played an active part in her life. Her parents both had sharp tongues, though, and she grew up with a fiery attitude. Her kithood passed without any real incident; she was the average clumsy, spoiled GrassClan kit.
---as an apprentice
When the long-awaited sixth moon came, bringing with it her apprentice ceremony, little Thrushkit was promoted to Thrushpaw, receiving a young she-cat mentor named Cloudnose who greatly influenced her personality from there on, from her flirty attitude to her fear of getting old. Cloudnose was a flirty warrior who made it a daily ritual to go around from tom to tom, strutting her stuff and flirting up a storm. Despite this, she still managed to be a decent mentor to young Thrushpaw, effectively both training her and passing her flirtatiousness on to a new generation.
Thrushpaw wasn't exactly what one might call eager to learn; she simply did what she had to do to become a warrior. Her apprenticeship was rather uneventful, save for an incident in which she fell into a stream during the rainy season when it was overflowing. This has fueled her fear of water for many moons, up until this day.
---as a warrior
Finally, after six moons of training, Thrushpaw became a warrior. No longer the clumsy kit she had once been, Thrushpaw's agility was praised when she received the name Thrushwing. Her now-retired parents were ecstatic about their sole kit's graduation. Only a quarter-moon after becoming a warrior, she participated in the battle against the hawks and eagles, driving them off with only a talon wound to her shoulder. This put her out of service for another quarter moon while her shoulder recovered, but soon enough it was healed up and after a few more moons there was barely even a scar left to remember the accident by.
Throughout her warriorhood, Thrushwing had several brief flings. She never settled with any tom, however, and none of them ever lasted any longer than a moon. Just one tom could never keep her satisfied for long, and she soon moved on to new ones after a while.
Life passed with no real incident for nearly 24 moons. Thrushwing's parents moved on to StarClan, meeting their end due to a small bout of whitecough one leafbare in which no other cat was infected. Although saddened about this, Thrushwing had drifted apart from her parents ever since she became a warrior.
At the age of 36 moons, Thrushwing participated in the battle against BrushClan that Nighteyes instigated. Although GrassClan emerged victorious, Cloudnose was lost in the battle and Thrushwing herself was given a harsh belly wound, which took her nearly a moon to fully recover from. The scars from that wound are still present on her belly, although one would have to look closely to see them.
Another year of relative peacefulness passed, in which Thrushwing had another brief fling with a tom named Stormstripe. After this, at the age of 48 moons, border skirmishes with WaveClan broke out along the WaveClan/GrassClan border. Uninvolved in the majority of these, Thrushwing remained relatively unscathed throughout these ordeals.
From that time up until now, there hasn't been so much happening. Thrushwing steadily grew more respected as she aged, and despite her sharp-tongued nature and flirtatiousness, she is wise and well-accustomed with the art of leading patrols and training apprentices. She has no interest in settling down with a mate for the time being, although she has to wonder if perhaps she should.
Ah well. Thrushwing is content to live the days as they pass by, and not worry about what the days far off in the future may bring. (Although she doesn't fancy the thought of getting older, and doesn't plan on retiring to the elders den for many, many moons.)
RP SAMPLE
--all cats included except for Thrushwing are purely made up for the purpose of the sample
"Hello, everyone!"
Every cat in the small clump of she-cats sitting off to the side of the GrassClan camp looked up in unison as another feminine voice rang out above their own babble. A brown tabby joined them, settling herself among the cats easily. Greetings rang out around the circle as the she-cat made herself comfortable, but the others didn't take much notice of her.
It didn't take Thrushwing long to pick up the latest gossip going around her friends; apparently Fogheart had heard through the grapevine that Thistlefang and Birdtail weren't getting along well and that the two were considering no longer being mates. What a shame - the two had lovely kits and Birdtail was a pretty she-cat (not to mention that Thistlefang wasn't too bad looking himself).
"If they stop being mates, that'll leave Thistlefang as free game for the rest of us!" she purred, and the others laughed in agreement.
"I can't help but feel a bit sorry for them, though; they were quite cute together," a she-cat from the other side of the circle pondered. A debate on the adorableness of couples around the Clan ensued, and persisted until a pair of kits bumbled over, stumbling over their paws. These were Birdtail and Thistlefang's kits.
"Thrushwing," they mewed. "Come play with us, please!"
"Alright, little ones," the brown tabby agreed, and followed the duo off to the side, where they had a game of mossball prepared. Two against one wasn't exactly fair, but Thrushwing was a fully grown warrior, up against only a pair of kits. Nonetheless she kept them entertained for a time, until their mother came and retrieved them; she didn't seemed stressed about anything like a possible break up with her mate. Perhaps that was simply a rumor.
Thrushwing rejoined her comrades, tuning back into the conversation, a simple one mostly contributed by two she-cats on the availability of voles during leafbare. When they ceased their chatter, Thrushwing brought up her newest piece of gossip, settling in for a long conversation.
"So, everyone, I heard that Shrewflower is crushing on that handsome CliffClan tom, Eaglestorm...."
