Post by Halftail on Dec 2, 2009 0:07:47 GMT -5
Name & Clan: Falconeye ~ Hillclan
Age: 55 moons
Gender: Female (She-cat)
Allegiance: Hillclan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Falconeye has an elegant, slim, stylish, flexible and well muscled body. Her head is triangular shaped, with a thin snout, her ears are large and her neck is long, just as is her body and kinked tail. Her fur is short, glossy and adhered to the body. Her fur is snow white with a calico tail. Her eyes are almond-shaped and amber colored.
Personality: A rather independent cat, who's sharp tongue and irritable nature make her imposing to others. Yet she has unwavering loyalty to her clan and all those in it. She isn't afraid to speak her mind, and won't hesitate to speak against her leader if she doesn't agree. Open minded and stubborn, she gets into tight spots because of this. As well as those things she is determined to take life head on.
History: I can't say my childhood was all that great, but I wasn't abused. Physically anyway. Now, when I think back on it I wonder why my mother hated me so much. My other siblings were loved and treated kindly, but not me. With all her verbal abuse I found myself seeking love from other queens and other cats. Most of all I had seeked the love of Cedarbark, the only tom in camp who could be my father. We looked so much alike! But he always seemed to ignore me, hanging around with his mate and his other kits. Dishearted I gave up, spending the rest of my kithood alone and resisting my violent mood swings. I constantly felt like I was spirling into darkness.
It wasn't until my apprenticeship and I found that my mentor was Cedarbark that I felt any grasp on my life. He couldn't avoid me if he was my mentor, and he never tried, but he had another way of skipping out on my questions. Always, with me, he was business, all work no anything else. It hurt me more then it should have, and only a moon before my warriors ceremony would take place, I snapped. During our training session I lashed out, screaming and angry I had demanded to know why my life was so disgusting. Why no one loved me, why my own mother hated me, and most of all why he wouldn't ever answer me. I ran off without answers, not realizing he had followed me until I had ran head long into a fox.
Like every tragic story the savior dies but not before chassing off the enemy. I remember everything he said to me before he died. He told me that always he had loved me, that he had always wanted to tell me he was my father but my mother had made him promise to stay out of my life. He told me my mother hated me because I looked like him. He told how proud he was of me, that he wanted me to be who I wanted to be and to not let others opinions get me down. Of course his words were more fancy and wise, but either way I took them to heart. And after crying my eyes out over his dead body I pulled him back to camp. On the same day, I offically met Cedarbark's mate and love, Gingerfur. We grieved together and we bonded. For the first time I had a friend, a mother.
The rest of my training went quickly with, Russettail as my new mentor. The day I got my warrior name I also got to go to the first gathering, as Falconeye. I have been a warrior for many moons now, serving my clan the best I can. But my intrests have always secretly lay else where. However my path is already chosen, I cannot change that, can I?
Relatives: Cedarbark (father/dead)
Gorsebelly (mother)
Gingerfur (stepmother)
Rosetail (sister)
Ravenpelt (brother)
All are in the same clan ^^
Other: None
Age: 55 moons
Gender: Female (She-cat)
Allegiance: Hillclan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Falconeye has an elegant, slim, stylish, flexible and well muscled body. Her head is triangular shaped, with a thin snout, her ears are large and her neck is long, just as is her body and kinked tail. Her fur is short, glossy and adhered to the body. Her fur is snow white with a calico tail. Her eyes are almond-shaped and amber colored.
Personality: A rather independent cat, who's sharp tongue and irritable nature make her imposing to others. Yet she has unwavering loyalty to her clan and all those in it. She isn't afraid to speak her mind, and won't hesitate to speak against her leader if she doesn't agree. Open minded and stubborn, she gets into tight spots because of this. As well as those things she is determined to take life head on.
History: I can't say my childhood was all that great, but I wasn't abused. Physically anyway. Now, when I think back on it I wonder why my mother hated me so much. My other siblings were loved and treated kindly, but not me. With all her verbal abuse I found myself seeking love from other queens and other cats. Most of all I had seeked the love of Cedarbark, the only tom in camp who could be my father. We looked so much alike! But he always seemed to ignore me, hanging around with his mate and his other kits. Dishearted I gave up, spending the rest of my kithood alone and resisting my violent mood swings. I constantly felt like I was spirling into darkness.
It wasn't until my apprenticeship and I found that my mentor was Cedarbark that I felt any grasp on my life. He couldn't avoid me if he was my mentor, and he never tried, but he had another way of skipping out on my questions. Always, with me, he was business, all work no anything else. It hurt me more then it should have, and only a moon before my warriors ceremony would take place, I snapped. During our training session I lashed out, screaming and angry I had demanded to know why my life was so disgusting. Why no one loved me, why my own mother hated me, and most of all why he wouldn't ever answer me. I ran off without answers, not realizing he had followed me until I had ran head long into a fox.
Like every tragic story the savior dies but not before chassing off the enemy. I remember everything he said to me before he died. He told me that always he had loved me, that he had always wanted to tell me he was my father but my mother had made him promise to stay out of my life. He told me my mother hated me because I looked like him. He told how proud he was of me, that he wanted me to be who I wanted to be and to not let others opinions get me down. Of course his words were more fancy and wise, but either way I took them to heart. And after crying my eyes out over his dead body I pulled him back to camp. On the same day, I offically met Cedarbark's mate and love, Gingerfur. We grieved together and we bonded. For the first time I had a friend, a mother.
The rest of my training went quickly with, Russettail as my new mentor. The day I got my warrior name I also got to go to the first gathering, as Falconeye. I have been a warrior for many moons now, serving my clan the best I can. But my intrests have always secretly lay else where. However my path is already chosen, I cannot change that, can I?
Relatives: Cedarbark (father/dead)
Gorsebelly (mother)
Gingerfur (stepmother)
Rosetail (sister)
Ravenpelt (brother)
All are in the same clan ^^
Other: None
