wrenwhisker, warrior
Jun 16, 2013 17:59:11 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2013 17:59:11 GMT -6
WRENWHISKER
wrenkit, wrenpaw
"brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes"
NAME EXPLANATION:
wren - coloration
whisker - observance, spacial awareness, hunting skill
AGE:
four years, seven months (55 moons)
RANK:
warrior
EXTENDED APPEARANCE:
PERSONALITY:n/a
FAMILY:(see history for more details)
- impassive
- elitist
- obsessive
- calculating
- scheming
- traditional
- careful
(towards those with a shared heritage)
- motherly
- anecdotal
- permissive
(those with no shared heritage)
- quick
- to-the-point
- assertive
daisystorm - mother - elder - 98 moons
oatnose - father - elder - 102 moons
ryepelt - sister - warrior - 55 moons
harestorm - brother - warrior - 55 moons
HISTORY:
CBOX NAME:Wrenwhisker was brought up into a family of pure-blooded WindClanners – yes, WindClanners, not WildClanners. Despite the desparate urge to stamp out the pure-blooded viewpoints that many warriors still had, her family's viewpoint on the matter eventually turned into something of a tradition – even in times of desperation, one must only mate with your fellow WindClanners. The tradition had held, and even as other families grew used to the new clan and their new duties, Wrenwhisker's was one of the few families who stayed the same. Cats who disobeyed their traditionalist viewpoints were shoved out of the family and treated little better than the rest of the slush others called the whole of WildClan.
Wrenkit was born alongside two others – the notably more adventerous Harekit, and the notably more self-absorbed, Ryekit. The three grew up together carefully segretated from their mixed heritage nurserymates (except when their leader was watching, which was when they bumbled around awkwardly around their larger-boned clanmates). Instead of visiting the elders of the clan, their grandmother would often come to visit them, telling them faerie tales and stories of WindClan's triumphs and how close they were to StarClan compared to any normal clan cat out there; how they had been the last to fall in the triumph of WildClan and how one day those with strong WindClan roots would soon again rule their rightful place, and maybe even rule WildClan themselves.
Naturally, kits had the tendency to outright disobey their parents. It was Harekit, really, who initiated the idea – they would simply go into the forest with some of the other kittens from the nursery and play for a bit. Momma didn't have to know. Daddy didn't have to know. Neither did either of their nurserymates – and so, in between naptime and the time that their parents left to speak with other warriors, Harekit set his plan in motion. It would be wonderful, he told the other kittens as they gathered eagerly around him (though the older ones tried to act less impressed). Though Ryekit was less enchanted by his tales – momma will be mad! I swear she will be! - three other kittens from two moons to five were enticed by his offer, and sure enough they created something of a kitten brigade. It wasn't long before this occurance became somewhat regular – their parents would fall asleep and the five kittens would struggle away from their parents grasp, sneaking past the guard, and playing with pebbles and moss outside of camp.
Of course their fun had to come to an end sometime.
It hadn't even been a week before their family and the leader found out – and while her parents were aghast at their decision to frolick freely out of camp, but the leader was upset at their disobedience of camp rules; sneaking outside of camp without someone there to make sure they hadn't been snatched by rogues or even worse, twolegs. Not only did they have to deal with one lecture, but two. One on the importance of letting an older feline know where they were, but also a lecture on how they shouldn't interact with the lesser blooded of their clanmates; all they needed was WindClan's heritage running through their veins and their faith in StarClan. And while Wrenkit, who had merely come along because she was easily drawn into such things, swore she would never again do something so awful to her mother and to StarClan, her brother had other ideas. Time and time again he would meet up with those kittens, ignoring the warning words of their mother. And while Wrenkit sat in shock as he betrayed his heritage, Harekit had the time of his life.
Wrenkit was apprenticed to a young WildClanner named Lichenface – if the name didn't give it away, he wasn't so much known for his hunting skills or his fighting skills, but rather for his looks. However, the amount of warriors and the amount of apprentices were almost even and it was the tom's turn to prove his skills to his new apprentice – who was already quite skeptical of anyone outside of her family, saving the few WindClan felines she knew from her mother and father. Perhaps this was when her attitude towards the whole of WildClan could have been changed; however, something failed here, be it StarClan or just bad luck. Her mentor's lessons, confused and garbled, were often followed by corrections from her father (who had gained an apprentice a few moons earlier), and while they both gained valuable experience, Wrenpaw quickly learned that cats outside of her parents' protective view simply weren't the type of cat she wanted to deal with. And when the young warrior died from an outbreak of greencough, she continued with that belief set even as she gained another mentor. While she did learn some valuable things from her new mentor, her cognitive dissonance wasn't that strong and she continued to think herself superior to many WildClanners, and was quickly labelled, along with Ryepaw, 'the divas of WildClan,' because of their stuck up refusal to mingle with many of the other apprentices.
Wrenpaw had her first romantic fling with a cat who appeared to be WindClanner – he had the same limber build and the same golden coloration that would help a WindClanner blend into the moors, and even if Honeypaw wasn't fully WindClan he had enough of the look to convince her that he was. And though they started out friends, on equal playing ground, he eventually grew sick of what she was saying, objecting strongly to her viewpoints. He told her quite feverishly that she was spewing mousebile and that he'd prefer a clan full of crowfood than full of cats proselytizing as heavily as she was. Perhaps she could have changed her views here too, but she was simply too far in to ditch her differences in what StarClan wanted from her to what the clan seemed to want from her.
Of course, as she aged, her apparent clanism faded and she became less secluded and less stuck up; she engaged with others in small talk (though never staying long) and even sucked up to a few warriors (though only to allow her to later patrols and earlier freshkill access). And though her faith in WindClan and StarClan became more hidden, it burned within her stronger than ever.
The farther into adulthood they became, the more troubles began to appear. While Ryepelt, like her, still held that elitist attitude, Harestorm mated with a pretty silver she-cat named Aspenstream and together they had two beautiful kittens: Mintkit and Mistkit. You called it – Aspenstream admittidly had no idea of any sort of heritage (who was that obsessive) and as a result, Harestorm was effectively isolated from the community he had grown up in.
jori
HOW YOU FOUND US:
ad on darkest desires
OTHER CHARACTERS:
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RP SAMPLE:
cactuspaw was bored, and the first thing that anyone should know about the lithe feline was that cactuspaw hated being bored. not only did being bored mean that there was nothing to do around camp, it meant that something needed to be done. something needed to be instigated. and to let herself get rid of that horrible disease called boredom, cactuspaw always let herself instigate trouble (no wonder the cats in her clan hated her so much). not only did she heckle the warriors and the queens, put bugs in the elders food, and act troublesome in general, she was rather unapologetic about the entire thing. she had fun - what else mattered? apparently, a lot.
on this particular night, her mentor had kicked her out of camp. little did the feline know that cactuspaw was capable of all kinds of trouble - not only could she stir up a fox nest or something, but maybe she could scare away some prey. or something. she wasn't quite sure what she was going to do yet, but it was clear that she wasn't going home anytime soon; she may as well camp out for the night until someone came and got her. but she wouldn't let it be that easy for her mentor, the silly thing. why would he leave her unsupervised out of camp? did he assume that she was loyal to windclan, after all the yelling of the senior warriors directed at her? she was sure that if anyone else was in her paws, they would probably just as cold-hearted towards her clan as she.
well, it wasn't like cactuspaw was going to go and desert on them all - that was too easy. she found that it was also too risky to prance over to skyclan or whoever the border clans were and talk about their clans innermost secrets (it wasn't like there were many, anyway…) but she could certainly steal a few prey, start a petty fight between the two clans. why, maybe they'd even win some territory and she'd be heralded as a star.
her mind made up, she started towards the borders. it wasn't that hard to walk to a border; you simply walked long enough and you would reach one. cactuspaw spent most of her time in camp, so she didn't know the full layout of the territory, but she knew she was close enough when she tasted the scent of riverclan on her tongue, and she knew she was upon it when the scent made her want to pass out in disgust. she had never tried eating one of the slimy creatures before, but if that was all that these cats ate, she certainly didn't want to.
having never taken part in a gathering in her short life span, she had never seen a riverclan cat and wondered if they looked anything like windclanner cats. cactuspaw herself was rather vain in the area of appearances, and if riverclanners looked anything like they smelled, she did not want to meet them. however, as she was standing at the very edge of the border now, it was almost too late to turn back. her mentor would find her and question her no matter what.
and so, with a grin, the child deliberately hopped over the border, giggling a bit to herself as a rush of endorphins filled her. what to do, what to do?
