Post by peo-chan~ on Nov 20, 2009 23:49:34 GMT -5
Name & Clan: Colorsplash of HillClan
Age: 22
Gender: Female (She-cat)
Allegiance: Hillclan
Rank: Warrior
Description:
Colorsplash is a small, lean cat with small white paws. Like most of HillClan she is quite sure-footed, navigating the landfill like a mountain goat on a rocking hillside. She is a snowshoe cat, with dark brown fur on her face, legs and tail, fading to a lighter brown along her body. Her paws and chest are white, along with a white blaze up her nose. Colorsplash has deep blue eyes, very round and innocent.
Personality: A very gentle, motherly cat, Colorsplash tries to avoid conflict. Her soothing voice has the uncanny ability to solve most disputes, cooling tempers and healing hurt feelings. No cat can say they've ever seen her angry...Because she's never been angry. Frustrated, exasperated, even mildly annoyed maybe, but never truely angry. There just doesn't seem to be anything in the world that can truely set her off.
Colorsplash can, however, get depressed at times. During times of violence or strife, even war, Colorsplash will hide away and sulk. Sometimes she'll refuse to leave the den until the fighting is over. She hates the feeling of not being able to help. It makes her feel useless, uneeded. Colorsplash is very sensitive to the feelings of those around her, and when everyone is upset, she'll be the worst. Too many negative emotions can overload her quiet, gentle mind.
Surprisingly, Colorsplash isn't all that interested in a mate or kits. Perhaps she doesn't want to concentrate her affection on one cat, or she just doesn't feel ready yet. She loves playing with kits, but can't imagine having her own. Maybe someday, though.
History: Colorsplash's mother died in childbirth, leaving her and sister Cloverkit in the care of their father. Cloverkit was a runt, and very weak right from the beginning. Because of her astma, she would often get tired or short-of-breath during playfights, and spent a lot of time in the medicine den. It was really a miracle that Cloverkit had survived past her first day of life.
Colorkit and Cloverkit's father, a cat called Stripedface, was not ready to be a father, let alone a single parent. Soon the stress started to get to him. Though he never hit them, sometimes Colorsplash wishes he had. Stripedface would belittle his kits with the worst verbal abuse he could come up with, particularly Cloverkit. He would call her weak, worthless, a discrace. Whenever he wasn't screaming at them Stripedface was simply never around, avoiding the nursery. He wasn't a bad cat, and tried to avoid them so he wouldn't get the urge to scream. But he just wasn't ready for the resposibility. With her father basically not around, Colorkit became Cloverkit's body guard, of sorts. The two were very close, but sometimes it seemed that Colorkit was only humoring her sister.
As apprentices, the two still stuck close. They spent all their training sessions together. Cloverpaw was, frankly, a very bad warrior. She couldn't run, couldn't climb, couldn't fight, couldn't hunt. Her frequent astma attacks kept her from going out on patrols, and aside from training her mentor she rarely left camp. Eventually she began to give up, though Colorpaw could sometimes convince her to try harder. Meanwhile, Colorpaw was proving to be a decent warrior, with average hunting skills and average fighting strength.
When the two were eleven moons old, almost warriors, Colorpaw took Cloverpaw out for a private training session. Their father found them in the forest and told them to go back to camp, it was no use anyway. Cloverpaw shouted that she wasn't going to be abused anymore, and was going to get better to prove him wrong. Stripedface and Cloverpaw fell into a full-out argument, while Colorpaw retreated fearfully into the undergrowth to watch. After a few minutes, Cloverpaw, who had worked herself into a frenzy, collapsed and suffered a severe astma attack. She died shortly after, before Colorpaw even returned with the medicine cat.
Colorpaw sulked for a moon, sure that her sister's death was her fault. If only she'd been able to protect her. However, at the end of that moon her fater died, and this managed to cheer her up enough to finish her training. She became a warrior at 13 moons, and now dedicates her life to Cloverpaw's memory. She swears not to let any cat die if she could have prevented it.
Relatives: Mother: Cloudbreak, deceased.
Father: Stripedface, deceased.
Sister: Cloverpaw, deceased.
Other: Another novel of a bio...I sort of got carried away with the history there.
Age: 22
Gender: Female (She-cat)
Allegiance: Hillclan
Rank: Warrior
Description:
Colorsplash is a small, lean cat with small white paws. Like most of HillClan she is quite sure-footed, navigating the landfill like a mountain goat on a rocking hillside. She is a snowshoe cat, with dark brown fur on her face, legs and tail, fading to a lighter brown along her body. Her paws and chest are white, along with a white blaze up her nose. Colorsplash has deep blue eyes, very round and innocent.
Personality: A very gentle, motherly cat, Colorsplash tries to avoid conflict. Her soothing voice has the uncanny ability to solve most disputes, cooling tempers and healing hurt feelings. No cat can say they've ever seen her angry...Because she's never been angry. Frustrated, exasperated, even mildly annoyed maybe, but never truely angry. There just doesn't seem to be anything in the world that can truely set her off.
Colorsplash can, however, get depressed at times. During times of violence or strife, even war, Colorsplash will hide away and sulk. Sometimes she'll refuse to leave the den until the fighting is over. She hates the feeling of not being able to help. It makes her feel useless, uneeded. Colorsplash is very sensitive to the feelings of those around her, and when everyone is upset, she'll be the worst. Too many negative emotions can overload her quiet, gentle mind.
Surprisingly, Colorsplash isn't all that interested in a mate or kits. Perhaps she doesn't want to concentrate her affection on one cat, or she just doesn't feel ready yet. She loves playing with kits, but can't imagine having her own. Maybe someday, though.
History: Colorsplash's mother died in childbirth, leaving her and sister Cloverkit in the care of their father. Cloverkit was a runt, and very weak right from the beginning. Because of her astma, she would often get tired or short-of-breath during playfights, and spent a lot of time in the medicine den. It was really a miracle that Cloverkit had survived past her first day of life.
Colorkit and Cloverkit's father, a cat called Stripedface, was not ready to be a father, let alone a single parent. Soon the stress started to get to him. Though he never hit them, sometimes Colorsplash wishes he had. Stripedface would belittle his kits with the worst verbal abuse he could come up with, particularly Cloverkit. He would call her weak, worthless, a discrace. Whenever he wasn't screaming at them Stripedface was simply never around, avoiding the nursery. He wasn't a bad cat, and tried to avoid them so he wouldn't get the urge to scream. But he just wasn't ready for the resposibility. With her father basically not around, Colorkit became Cloverkit's body guard, of sorts. The two were very close, but sometimes it seemed that Colorkit was only humoring her sister.
As apprentices, the two still stuck close. They spent all their training sessions together. Cloverpaw was, frankly, a very bad warrior. She couldn't run, couldn't climb, couldn't fight, couldn't hunt. Her frequent astma attacks kept her from going out on patrols, and aside from training her mentor she rarely left camp. Eventually she began to give up, though Colorpaw could sometimes convince her to try harder. Meanwhile, Colorpaw was proving to be a decent warrior, with average hunting skills and average fighting strength.
When the two were eleven moons old, almost warriors, Colorpaw took Cloverpaw out for a private training session. Their father found them in the forest and told them to go back to camp, it was no use anyway. Cloverpaw shouted that she wasn't going to be abused anymore, and was going to get better to prove him wrong. Stripedface and Cloverpaw fell into a full-out argument, while Colorpaw retreated fearfully into the undergrowth to watch. After a few minutes, Cloverpaw, who had worked herself into a frenzy, collapsed and suffered a severe astma attack. She died shortly after, before Colorpaw even returned with the medicine cat.
Colorpaw sulked for a moon, sure that her sister's death was her fault. If only she'd been able to protect her. However, at the end of that moon her fater died, and this managed to cheer her up enough to finish her training. She became a warrior at 13 moons, and now dedicates her life to Cloverpaw's memory. She swears not to let any cat die if she could have prevented it.
Relatives: Mother: Cloudbreak, deceased.
Father: Stripedface, deceased.
Sister: Cloverpaw, deceased.
Other: Another novel of a bio...I sort of got carried away with the history there.
