Patchpaw
Feb 27, 2014 21:29:10 GMT -6
Post by Patchpaw on Feb 27, 2014 21:29:10 GMT -6
Name:
Age: 8 moons old
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Apprentice
Gender: She-cat
Appearance
Personality
History
Before Life
Silvernight and Mosstalon. Their story is a complicated one; at least, that's what they'd tell you. The reason for it is Silvernight's sister, Frostflower. They both had a crush on Mosstalon, as he'd been the strongest and most charming apprentice during their training days. The only problem was that Frostflower was a little more... I don't want to say psycho about it, but... okay, she was absolutely psycho about it. She wasn't just crushing on Mosstalon, she was obsessed with him.
By the time all three became warriors, she'd already planned out their lives: three litters, each with two or three kittens. They'd retire to the elders den at the same time and die with their tails entwined together. She was jealous any time Mosstalon showed attention, whether it was platonic or not, to any other she-cat. The only reason Silvernight and he were able to stay friends was because she promised Frostflower that's all they were: friends.
It was a lie, of course. The two found themselves sneaking out at night, just to spend time together out of Frostflower's sight. The rest of the Clan knew, and were actuallymostly kind enough to help out and keep Frostflower out of their fur. But, as with all secrets, it was bound to come sometime. At 25 moons old, Silvernight became pregnant with Mosstalon's kits.
At first, Frostflower was happy for her sister and pestered her for who the father was. Silvernight suspected she just wanted to make sure it wasn't Mosstalon. As much as Silvernight wanted to say it was someone else, no other tom would take claim for the kits. It was finally Mosstalon himself who spoke up and told Frostflower that, no, he didn't love her, and, yes, Silvernight was carrying his children.
To do her credit, Frostflower didn't attack either of them, though it was in her eyes that she was furious. Who she was most furious at, though, even she didn't know. Mosstalon for stringing her along and letting her think he loved her, Silvernight for not trusting her enough to tell her, or herself for pushing them to hide their relationship. She punished all three, herself included, by telling Silvernight "You're not my sister" and running away from the Clan. Silvernight hasn't seen Frostflower since.
Kit
Patchkit was born during the full moon, when half of the Clan was away at the Gathering. Mosstalon was included, as well as the medicine cat. One of the older queens who'd already had a few litters was the one to coach her through it. By the time they returned, the birthing was over and Silvernight was nursing three kits, a she-kit and two toms.
Mosstalon apologized over and over again for missing the entire birth. She finally had to threaten to swat him and name the kits herself to make him shut up. Patchkit was the easiest to name due to her pelt. The brother that looked most like Silvernight, a silver tabby, was named Dewkit. The other, a gray and white one, was named Hailkit.
It was a fun time for all of them. Patchkit was prone to random bursts of energy. Whenever she had to tire herself out before bed time, she took to running around the camp clearing. Not under anyone's paws, but in a circle around the edge. Dewkit and Hailkit actually counted how many laps it took for her to become exhausted. The record is 6 laps.
Sometimes she exhausted herself too much and had to be carried to their nest in the nursery. Dewkit and Hailkit teased her whenever it happened, but those would also be the nights she woke up to have them on either side of her, keeping her warm and comfortable. It was peaceful for them all, growing up.
Apprentice
And grow up they did. 6 moons seemed like such a long time and yet no time at all. Patchpaw and her siblings became apprentices and two moons had gone past. Dewpaw had developed a crush on an older she-cat who not only turned him down but laughed in his face. Patchpaw attacked her and earned camp arrest for an entire moon, but she would do it again in a heartbeat.
Click
Patchpaw has entered what she likes to call the plateau of her physical growth. She's bigger than the usual size of an eight moon old she-cat, but she hasn't grown at all in the past moon, height wise. Poor little Patchpaw is one of those unfortunate cats who has done all the growing she's going to do and will be one of the smallest warriors in ShadowClan when the time comes.
Patchpaw is a calico, meaning the majority of her is white with black and ginger patches. That's where her name comes from. She has a 'mask' of black over her eyes that makes her look a bit like a raccoon, or even a panda. It had even been suggested when she and her siblings were born that she be named Raccoonkit, but Silvernight liked Patchkit better.
On her left side, the most of the coloring is on her haunch. There's more ginger than black, but the black it still there. On her left side, it's the opposite. There's a black splotch on her shoulder that has a small chunk of ginger on her. Patchpaw's tail, interestingly enough, is fairly even in the black and ginger it has. Her eyes are dark yellow.
Patchpaw has entered what she likes to call the plateau of her physical growth. She's bigger than the usual size of an eight moon old she-cat, but she hasn't grown at all in the past moon, height wise. Poor little Patchpaw is one of those unfortunate cats who has done all the growing she's going to do and will be one of the smallest warriors in ShadowClan when the time comes.
Patchpaw is a calico, meaning the majority of her is white with black and ginger patches. That's where her name comes from. She has a 'mask' of black over her eyes that makes her look a bit like a raccoon, or even a panda. It had even been suggested when she and her siblings were born that she be named Raccoonkit, but Silvernight liked Patchkit better.
On her left side, the most of the coloring is on her haunch. There's more ginger than black, but the black it still there. On her left side, it's the opposite. There's a black splotch on her shoulder that has a small chunk of ginger on her. Patchpaw's tail, interestingly enough, is fairly even in the black and ginger it has. Her eyes are dark yellow.
Personality
Positive: Sweet, Sociable, Affectionate
Patchpaw is the kind of cat everyone wants to be friends with. She's kind and thoughtful and never wants to see anyone hurt, even the cats she can't stand. She's always willing to lend a helping hand to her friends, no matter what they want or how difficult it may seem. She's a self-sacrificing type of cat.
She hates being alone more than anything. More than nightmares, more than the dark, more than battles, more than ThunderClan, more than kittypets, and even more than twolegs. For Patchpaw, being alone is worse than being in pain. At least if she's hurting there'll be someone there to help her feel better. She doesn't even mind silence that much, so long as there's someone with her.
Don't like hugs? Too bad, Patchpaw will hug you anyway! In a manner of speaking, of course. Dusk is her favorite time of day because it's when the Clan shares tongues and news. She's the touchy feeling sort of cat who takes more comfort out of brushing pelts and gentle nudges than soft and cooing words.
Negative: Fierce, Reckless, Bi-polar
Patchpaw doesn't like fighting, but when someone hurts a friend of hers, it becomes personal. She doesn't hold back then, not caring if she's hurting another cat. She's even attacked a Clanmate before for breaking her brother's heart. And she doesn't regret it at all.
No matter how strong she is or how strong she gets, Patchpaw will always want to get stronger. Most would see this as a good thing, but Patchpaw pushes herself beyond her limits during training. To her, trembling limbs and aching paws aren't a warning, it's a challenge. It's her body telling her she isn't strong enough and to stop before she hurts herself. Patchpaw would rather she hurt herself now than her important ones be hurt later because she wasn't strong enough.
Her moods have no transitioning phases. One minute she's calm and relaxed, the next she's running around everywhere and asking a million questions. It's a bit dizzying, to be honest.
Patchpaw is the kind of cat everyone wants to be friends with. She's kind and thoughtful and never wants to see anyone hurt, even the cats she can't stand. She's always willing to lend a helping hand to her friends, no matter what they want or how difficult it may seem. She's a self-sacrificing type of cat.
She hates being alone more than anything. More than nightmares, more than the dark, more than battles, more than ThunderClan, more than kittypets, and even more than twolegs. For Patchpaw, being alone is worse than being in pain. At least if she's hurting there'll be someone there to help her feel better. She doesn't even mind silence that much, so long as there's someone with her.
Don't like hugs? Too bad, Patchpaw will hug you anyway! In a manner of speaking, of course. Dusk is her favorite time of day because it's when the Clan shares tongues and news. She's the touchy feeling sort of cat who takes more comfort out of brushing pelts and gentle nudges than soft and cooing words.
Negative: Fierce, Reckless, Bi-polar
Patchpaw doesn't like fighting, but when someone hurts a friend of hers, it becomes personal. She doesn't hold back then, not caring if she's hurting another cat. She's even attacked a Clanmate before for breaking her brother's heart. And she doesn't regret it at all.
No matter how strong she is or how strong she gets, Patchpaw will always want to get stronger. Most would see this as a good thing, but Patchpaw pushes herself beyond her limits during training. To her, trembling limbs and aching paws aren't a warning, it's a challenge. It's her body telling her she isn't strong enough and to stop before she hurts herself. Patchpaw would rather she hurt herself now than her important ones be hurt later because she wasn't strong enough.
Her moods have no transitioning phases. One minute she's calm and relaxed, the next she's running around everywhere and asking a million questions. It's a bit dizzying, to be honest.
History
Silvernight and Mosstalon. Their story is a complicated one; at least, that's what they'd tell you. The reason for it is Silvernight's sister, Frostflower. They both had a crush on Mosstalon, as he'd been the strongest and most charming apprentice during their training days. The only problem was that Frostflower was a little more... I don't want to say psycho about it, but... okay, she was absolutely psycho about it. She wasn't just crushing on Mosstalon, she was obsessed with him.
By the time all three became warriors, she'd already planned out their lives: three litters, each with two or three kittens. They'd retire to the elders den at the same time and die with their tails entwined together. She was jealous any time Mosstalon showed attention, whether it was platonic or not, to any other she-cat. The only reason Silvernight and he were able to stay friends was because she promised Frostflower that's all they were: friends.
It was a lie, of course. The two found themselves sneaking out at night, just to spend time together out of Frostflower's sight. The rest of the Clan knew, and were actually
At first, Frostflower was happy for her sister and pestered her for who the father was. Silvernight suspected she just wanted to make sure it wasn't Mosstalon. As much as Silvernight wanted to say it was someone else, no other tom would take claim for the kits. It was finally Mosstalon himself who spoke up and told Frostflower that, no, he didn't love her, and, yes, Silvernight was carrying his children.
To do her credit, Frostflower didn't attack either of them, though it was in her eyes that she was furious. Who she was most furious at, though, even she didn't know. Mosstalon for stringing her along and letting her think he loved her, Silvernight for not trusting her enough to tell her, or herself for pushing them to hide their relationship. She punished all three, herself included, by telling Silvernight "You're not my sister" and running away from the Clan. Silvernight hasn't seen Frostflower since.
Patchkit was born during the full moon, when half of the Clan was away at the Gathering. Mosstalon was included, as well as the medicine cat. One of the older queens who'd already had a few litters was the one to coach her through it. By the time they returned, the birthing was over and Silvernight was nursing three kits, a she-kit and two toms.
Mosstalon apologized over and over again for missing the entire birth. She finally had to threaten to swat him and name the kits herself to make him shut up. Patchkit was the easiest to name due to her pelt. The brother that looked most like Silvernight, a silver tabby, was named Dewkit. The other, a gray and white one, was named Hailkit.
It was a fun time for all of them. Patchkit was prone to random bursts of energy. Whenever she had to tire herself out before bed time, she took to running around the camp clearing. Not under anyone's paws, but in a circle around the edge. Dewkit and Hailkit actually counted how many laps it took for her to become exhausted. The record is 6 laps.
Sometimes she exhausted herself too much and had to be carried to their nest in the nursery. Dewkit and Hailkit teased her whenever it happened, but those would also be the nights she woke up to have them on either side of her, keeping her warm and comfortable. It was peaceful for them all, growing up.
Apprentice
And grow up they did. 6 moons seemed like such a long time and yet no time at all. Patchpaw and her siblings became apprentices and two moons had gone past. Dewpaw had developed a crush on an older she-cat who not only turned him down but laughed in his face. Patchpaw attacked her and earned camp arrest for an entire moon, but she would do it again in a heartbeat.