Blackbird
Mar 13, 2014 18:14:20 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2014 18:14:20 GMT -6
Name(s): Black-kit; Blackpaw Blackbird
Gender: She-cat
Age: 110 Moons
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Elder
Appearance: The first thing one would notice about Blackbird is her small stature. At first glance it would be difficult to tell if she just stopped growing at a young age or if she began to get smaller as she aged but she is no larger than your average female apprentice. Her size gives off an air of fragility to other cats, especially when coupled with her age. Her tail is dainty and matches her proportionate body; the tip just barely touches her nose when she curls into a ball. Her delicate paws are sized to hold her up but not for taking down large animals.
Her head is round. Her jawline is very wide which attributes to the shape, as does the fluff around her mouth and below her ears. Her nose is dainty and shapely. Her large and kind eyes sit central of her small face. The bright yellow glow illuminates a dark den. Due to her age, the inside of her eyes are crusted with a fair amount of eye-boogers but it does nothing if not add to her ‘cuteness’. If anything would be considered out of proportion to the rest of her small frame it would be her ears. They are not huge by any means, but larger than one may expect for a cat her size.
Blackbird’s coat, as one may have guessed, is pure black. Apart from the inside of her ears and her mouth, there isn’t a place that isn’t and the only reason those parts are is because the fur has worn so thin her pink skin shows through. Although her fur was once lush and soft, her age and life style has resulted in her coat becoming brittle and ‘waxy’. She has small bits of mud stuck to her back and tail that she either can’t reach or doesn’t have the strength to clean. The fur on her neck is matted due to the fact that she finds it a difficult spot to reach and she won’t allow an apprentice to bother cleaning her. The only part of her that does remain soft is her head. ---354
((PS, she’s mad at me because I keep disturbing her sleep to look at her and describe her accurately XD))
Personality: From a young age, Blackbird was a curious cat (not to say most aren’t) but from the moment she could set paw outside the nursery, she had locked fascinations with the birds that twitted around and called the trees their home. She couldn’t understand how they were able to stay in the air just by flapping their funny paws over and over. She tried it a few times herself and, of course, failed. She would give up her dream to fly, but not her fascination with the creatures.
Blackbird’s first reaction to just about anything is to purr. She knows no fear (StarClan knows any cat who’d lived that long should fear nothing) and anything she says is in a sing-song tone. She has made her peace with this world and everyone in it and although she is not readily excited to join StarClan, she knows her time is near and accepts it.
“Grumpy old cat who just wants to sleep at complain.” That’s the stereotypical personality of a cat who’s lived as long as Blackbird but she couldn’t be farther from that description. Of course, she does love to sleep, but she is just as happy playing with the kits or apprentices and she hardly knows what the word ‘complain’ even means. She has a kind heart that wants nothing more than to see her Clan happy and successful.
As age goes, so goes the appetite. The one thing that may seem to be ‘wrong’ with her is her strong will to not eat when everyone else does. Despite the fact that she should be hungry, there is many an occasion where she refuses to take any food. Weather she is doing this because she’d rather see her Clan fed first or because she just isn’t hungry, no one knows. But her loss of appetite scares those who are close to her-no one wants to see the kind, young-at-heart elder leave them. ---323
History: Blackkit was born like any other kit-to two loving parents in a loving Clan as a litter of three. Her mother was sweet and adoring while her father was strong and over-protective. Her two elder brothers took on her father’s disposition that she needed to be protected. But she wouldn’t have any of that.
Blackkit was determined to be an adventurer like her brothers and anytime they went out of the nursery, she was ready to follow. Anything they could do, she could do too! Her favorite game was chasing the leaves around and trying to get through patches of bramble without getting scratched. Because she was the smallest, she usually won.
From the time she was able to leave her mother’s side she had a rather obsessive fascination with birds. She would spend hours watching them and attempting to mimic them. She even began to add the coos of birds into her purrs until the sounds became nearly one in the same. It was quirky but affectionate and it was something her family adored about her.
She wasn’t unusually small for a female her age but her army of overprotective males did their best to talk her into the path of a medicine cat to keep her as safe as possible. But she was determined, like she always had been, to be just as good as her brothers and father and she would hear nothing of this idea. She became a warrior apprentice like her brothers.
Although she was agile and quick, especially given her smaller size (she seemed to stop growing at around ten moons and has been that size since) she wasn’t the best at large takedowns. Blackpaw’s fighting skills were never the best and she could only dream of challenging a crocodile, elephant or cow. Although she was an excellent hunter, her specialty was taking down the birds she’d spent her life studying and the smaller rodents that scurried the grounds. Her dainty paws weren’t good for much else.
She was given the name Blackbird for the most obvious of reasons and it fit her well. Her coo-purr was a pleasant sound to any, clan-mate or not and her flighty disposition on life mimicked that of her tree-dwelling friends. She was fun and friendly to any-cat she met and didn’t have a mean bone in her body. Even during times of battle she preferred to confuse her opponents with quick moves rather than go for a direct take-down.
She spent a great deal of her life in the warrior den, fighting and hunting for her Clan. But it was obvious that as time wore on, so did her age (the two have a direct correlation, you know) and although her time as a warrior seemed short, she was slowing down. The boisterous internally-young cat found herself moving into the Elders Den before she knew what had hit her.
But she liked it there. It was calm and peaceful and her only duty was to keep alive the stories of the past. She no longer had to worry about keeping her Clan fed or safe from attackers. She could sleep in the sun whenever she wanted and wasn’t frowned upon by anyone. She was admired and revered by those younger than her and that was truly the life.
She has been in the Elder’s Den long enough to see kits born become apprentices then warriors. Those she grew up with have mostly passed on to visit StarClan and she is well aware that she is drawing nearer and nearer to her reunion with them. Blackbird has made her peace with her ancestors and although she does not wish to be with them, she knows that her time is short and she will soon not have a choice. ---630
Characters: Blackbird
Gender: She-cat
Age: 110 Moons
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Elder
Appearance: The first thing one would notice about Blackbird is her small stature. At first glance it would be difficult to tell if she just stopped growing at a young age or if she began to get smaller as she aged but she is no larger than your average female apprentice. Her size gives off an air of fragility to other cats, especially when coupled with her age. Her tail is dainty and matches her proportionate body; the tip just barely touches her nose when she curls into a ball. Her delicate paws are sized to hold her up but not for taking down large animals.
Her head is round. Her jawline is very wide which attributes to the shape, as does the fluff around her mouth and below her ears. Her nose is dainty and shapely. Her large and kind eyes sit central of her small face. The bright yellow glow illuminates a dark den. Due to her age, the inside of her eyes are crusted with a fair amount of eye-boogers but it does nothing if not add to her ‘cuteness’. If anything would be considered out of proportion to the rest of her small frame it would be her ears. They are not huge by any means, but larger than one may expect for a cat her size.
Blackbird’s coat, as one may have guessed, is pure black. Apart from the inside of her ears and her mouth, there isn’t a place that isn’t and the only reason those parts are is because the fur has worn so thin her pink skin shows through. Although her fur was once lush and soft, her age and life style has resulted in her coat becoming brittle and ‘waxy’. She has small bits of mud stuck to her back and tail that she either can’t reach or doesn’t have the strength to clean. The fur on her neck is matted due to the fact that she finds it a difficult spot to reach and she won’t allow an apprentice to bother cleaning her. The only part of her that does remain soft is her head. ---354
((PS, she’s mad at me because I keep disturbing her sleep to look at her and describe her accurately XD))
Personality: From a young age, Blackbird was a curious cat (not to say most aren’t) but from the moment she could set paw outside the nursery, she had locked fascinations with the birds that twitted around and called the trees their home. She couldn’t understand how they were able to stay in the air just by flapping their funny paws over and over. She tried it a few times herself and, of course, failed. She would give up her dream to fly, but not her fascination with the creatures.
Blackbird’s first reaction to just about anything is to purr. She knows no fear (StarClan knows any cat who’d lived that long should fear nothing) and anything she says is in a sing-song tone. She has made her peace with this world and everyone in it and although she is not readily excited to join StarClan, she knows her time is near and accepts it.
“Grumpy old cat who just wants to sleep at complain.” That’s the stereotypical personality of a cat who’s lived as long as Blackbird but she couldn’t be farther from that description. Of course, she does love to sleep, but she is just as happy playing with the kits or apprentices and she hardly knows what the word ‘complain’ even means. She has a kind heart that wants nothing more than to see her Clan happy and successful.
As age goes, so goes the appetite. The one thing that may seem to be ‘wrong’ with her is her strong will to not eat when everyone else does. Despite the fact that she should be hungry, there is many an occasion where she refuses to take any food. Weather she is doing this because she’d rather see her Clan fed first or because she just isn’t hungry, no one knows. But her loss of appetite scares those who are close to her-no one wants to see the kind, young-at-heart elder leave them. ---323
History: Blackkit was born like any other kit-to two loving parents in a loving Clan as a litter of three. Her mother was sweet and adoring while her father was strong and over-protective. Her two elder brothers took on her father’s disposition that she needed to be protected. But she wouldn’t have any of that.
Blackkit was determined to be an adventurer like her brothers and anytime they went out of the nursery, she was ready to follow. Anything they could do, she could do too! Her favorite game was chasing the leaves around and trying to get through patches of bramble without getting scratched. Because she was the smallest, she usually won.
From the time she was able to leave her mother’s side she had a rather obsessive fascination with birds. She would spend hours watching them and attempting to mimic them. She even began to add the coos of birds into her purrs until the sounds became nearly one in the same. It was quirky but affectionate and it was something her family adored about her.
She wasn’t unusually small for a female her age but her army of overprotective males did their best to talk her into the path of a medicine cat to keep her as safe as possible. But she was determined, like she always had been, to be just as good as her brothers and father and she would hear nothing of this idea. She became a warrior apprentice like her brothers.
Although she was agile and quick, especially given her smaller size (she seemed to stop growing at around ten moons and has been that size since) she wasn’t the best at large takedowns. Blackpaw’s fighting skills were never the best and she could only dream of challenging a crocodile, elephant or cow. Although she was an excellent hunter, her specialty was taking down the birds she’d spent her life studying and the smaller rodents that scurried the grounds. Her dainty paws weren’t good for much else.
She was given the name Blackbird for the most obvious of reasons and it fit her well. Her coo-purr was a pleasant sound to any, clan-mate or not and her flighty disposition on life mimicked that of her tree-dwelling friends. She was fun and friendly to any-cat she met and didn’t have a mean bone in her body. Even during times of battle she preferred to confuse her opponents with quick moves rather than go for a direct take-down.
She spent a great deal of her life in the warrior den, fighting and hunting for her Clan. But it was obvious that as time wore on, so did her age (the two have a direct correlation, you know) and although her time as a warrior seemed short, she was slowing down. The boisterous internally-young cat found herself moving into the Elders Den before she knew what had hit her.
But she liked it there. It was calm and peaceful and her only duty was to keep alive the stories of the past. She no longer had to worry about keeping her Clan fed or safe from attackers. She could sleep in the sun whenever she wanted and wasn’t frowned upon by anyone. She was admired and revered by those younger than her and that was truly the life.
She has been in the Elder’s Den long enough to see kits born become apprentices then warriors. Those she grew up with have mostly passed on to visit StarClan and she is well aware that she is drawing nearer and nearer to her reunion with them. Blackbird has made her peace with her ancestors and although she does not wish to be with them, she knows that her time is short and she will soon not have a choice. ---630
Characters: Blackbird