Post by Honeydapple on Jun 25, 2017 1:23:22 GMT -5
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HONEYDAPPLE
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[PTab=Tab2]APPEARANCE - photostream
PERSONALITY - "These moors smelling sweetly of prey and warmed grasses, reward the swift and keen."
Honeydapple strongly believes in the simplicity of living in open land. Why waste moons weaving through thorns, climbing down trees, or splashing at fish? Besides, an already interesting cat, such as herself, shouldn't be distracted from by such fuss. That it's said that they are closest to StarClan instills the cat with an annoying amount of glib at gatherings. She's a cat with a strut, though not one with assured steps.
A beloved cat shouldn't have to step on small stones or other debris, should they? So she may be just a tad delayed at times, but always for the best effect. Honeydapple wishes to only interact with others when she can put her best paw forward, both in appearance and mood. Because of such she tended to stray from patrols and hunting parties in her youth, more than she does now anyhow.
She struggles to both do her part and remain largely presentable for her clanmates, but doing so has caused her to develop an uncanny sense of time. This has become moreso true since her becoming a queen. Queen or no though, all of that fussing can fray a she-cat's nerves. Ah, but snapping at her fellows, and especially her kits would be unseemly. So, It is fortunate that her nervous, excessive chatter is well receivedit's largely not.
When Emberkit, now Emberpaw, was born she barely resisted prodding at and playing with the then too young kit. Honeydapple never took it upon herself to interact with her younger siblings, shy of trying to impress them. For Emberpaw and her own kits only she'll arrive on time, groomed to pristine or not. Her relationship with Emberpaw's father, and her brother, Softears however, is a complicated one. Being littermates it wasn't unusual that they became the best of friends, but in her mind at least there was always an unspoken competition between them.
Honeydapple, from what she can remember, has always been smitten with warriors and such passed. The idea of them she often over-fantasizes and shares, elated that she did them an honor by putting their names on many tongues again. That her own name was given credit and spread might be what impassioned her to keep at it, even on days when it became tiresome. Long after she joins StarClan, she hopes to see her tellings of clanmates past and her present continued and improved on. Sharing these stories to her is a clever way of encouraging kits and paws to take interest in an often tedious cycle. She doubts she can be entirely replaced, but with enough cats they could come close.
FAMILY -
Mother -Nightfall
Father -Redclaw
Mate - Open
Siblings - 4 older brothers, a littermate brother (Softears), 3 younger; 2 brothers & a sister.
Nieces & Nephews - Emberpaw (Softears' daughter)
Kits - 1 she-cat petalkit , 1 tom quailkit (both open)
HISTORY - Her paw and younger days are somewhat of a blur. She always had siblings on the cusp of earning names and being born. It was difficult to find herself the center of her parents attention, nevermind the entirety of her family's, including her own. Instead of accepting this, in calm or trepidation , she did her darnest to hear her name as often as possible. "Honeypaw get out of there!" wasn't ideal, but she took whatever she could get. She certainly was a troublemaker, and daresay a mess before becoming Honeydapple. Just a little before her warrior ceremony, the she-cat's whatever gets me there" attitude was abruptly snuffed.
Her generation at first easily adored her, kits interest not hard won. That changed as moons passed, and what was once just words and minor tricks, became dangerous feats of braverystupidity. Stepping a toe outside of the territory to climbing on a maybe long dead monster became recurrences. Really it was a spur of the moment whim to approach the murder of crows. Until then she had found herself near the birds before, and besides a few caws she couldn't tell if they were aimed at her or each other, they respected her space.
The solid tree they were surrounding and on was a rarity in the moors, one that was even used in games of chase as the "safe" spot. It wasn't safe that fateful morning. She was feet away from even being close enough to have one of its leaves fall on her when the crows began to all caw, like a mighty roar. She was able to make herself small enough under a piece of a monster, but she'll never forget the ongoing roar, clanging, and puffs of air from chattering beaks coming within inches of her nose.
While she was aware of it before, the desire for a distraction made her hone in on her, and Softears' training. How had he gotten so far ahead? She had always considered him a bit of a rival, but it had been in friendly play, and not a genuine concern for the amount she would matter in the future. These thoughts molded her into the cat she is today; the chattering, well-groomed one. While true that she doesn't push the limits nearly as far as she once had, the she-cat nary offers an apology for being late or interrupting orders as she sees fit to.
Her reverence being largely reserved for herself somehow attracted a tom to her, or at the very least wasn't enough to scare him away. Of course her brother had a mate before she managed to. Her recent litter brings her a queen's and also a more selfish joy. She likes to think she hides her mirth well. The fact that she had one more kit than Softears is something she accidentally repeats.
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[PTab=Tab3]DO YOU BELIEVE IN STARCLAN? WHY OR WHY NOT? They are probably begrudged to watch another cat more than I.
FAVORITE HISTORICAL CAT? WHY? Roanfeather, a tactical deputy of WindClan whom cleverly planned for, and led a pair of stray dogs to a fight between the clan and, a then encroaching, glaring of rogues. The battle's favorable outcome inspired the clan to that night wage a full on assault against the rogues. WindClan triumphed with nary a wound to lick. The battle, and related strategy to this moon are called The Harrying Roan, in honor of the deputy.
WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR? Crows I particularly dislike, but really any territorial, communal birds will do it. They like to just show up and decide parts of WindClan are theirs. Awful things really. Thank StarClan that the moors are wanting for trees.
Honeydapple won't admit it to herself, let alone others, but as of current day when directly faced with her fear, she freezes. "What? No? I was... standing my ground, rigidly..."
IF YOUR BEST FRIEND/MOTHER/WHOEVER KNOWS YOU WELL COULD DESCRIBE YOU IN THREE INDIVIDUAL WORDS, WHAT WOULD THOSE BE? DO YOU AGREE OR DISAGREE? Starry-eyed, Finicky, Cocky
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[PTab=Tab4]USERNAME/ALIAS - FARCE
PRONOUNS - SHE/ HER
TIMEZONE - EST
OTHER CHARACTERS - N/A
ADOPTED FROM - theAfanc
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PAST NAMES - honeykit, honeypaw
SEX - she-cat
AGE - 102 moons
CLAN & RANK - WindClan
BRIEF DESCRIPTION - A long-haired dilute tortoiseshell with bright green eyes.
SEX - she-cat
AGE - 102 moons
CLAN & RANK - WindClan
BRIEF DESCRIPTION - A long-haired dilute tortoiseshell with bright green eyes.
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[PTab=Tab2]APPEARANCE - photostream
PERSONALITY - "These moors smelling sweetly of prey and warmed grasses, reward the swift and keen."
Honeydapple strongly believes in the simplicity of living in open land. Why waste moons weaving through thorns, climbing down trees, or splashing at fish? Besides, an already interesting cat, such as herself, shouldn't be distracted from by such fuss. That it's said that they are closest to StarClan instills the cat with an annoying amount of glib at gatherings. She's a cat with a strut, though not one with assured steps.
A beloved cat shouldn't have to step on small stones or other debris, should they? So she may be just a tad delayed at times, but always for the best effect. Honeydapple wishes to only interact with others when she can put her best paw forward, both in appearance and mood. Because of such she tended to stray from patrols and hunting parties in her youth, more than she does now anyhow.
She struggles to both do her part and remain largely presentable for her clanmates, but doing so has caused her to develop an uncanny sense of time. This has become moreso true since her becoming a queen. Queen or no though, all of that fussing can fray a she-cat's nerves. Ah, but snapping at her fellows, and especially her kits would be unseemly. So, It is fortunate that her nervous, excessive chatter is well received
When Emberkit, now Emberpaw, was born she barely resisted prodding at and playing with the then too young kit. Honeydapple never took it upon herself to interact with her younger siblings, shy of trying to impress them. For Emberpaw and her own kits only she'll arrive on time, groomed to pristine or not. Her relationship with Emberpaw's father, and her brother, Softears however, is a complicated one. Being littermates it wasn't unusual that they became the best of friends, but in her mind at least there was always an unspoken competition between them.
Honeydapple, from what she can remember, has always been smitten with warriors and such passed. The idea of them she often over-fantasizes and shares, elated that she did them an honor by putting their names on many tongues again. That her own name was given credit and spread might be what impassioned her to keep at it, even on days when it became tiresome. Long after she joins StarClan, she hopes to see her tellings of clanmates past and her present continued and improved on. Sharing these stories to her is a clever way of encouraging kits and paws to take interest in an often tedious cycle. She doubts she can be entirely replaced, but with enough cats they could come close.
FAMILY -
Mother -
Father -
Mate - Open
Siblings - 4 older brothers, a littermate brother (Softears), 3 younger; 2 brothers & a sister.
Nieces & Nephews - Emberpaw (Softears' daughter)
Kits - 1 she-cat petalkit , 1 tom quailkit (both open)
HISTORY - Her paw and younger days are somewhat of a blur. She always had siblings on the cusp of earning names and being born. It was difficult to find herself the center of her parents attention, nevermind the entirety of her family's, including her own. Instead of accepting this, in calm or trepidation , she did her darnest to hear her name as often as possible. "Honeypaw get out of there!" wasn't ideal, but she took whatever she could get. She certainly was a troublemaker, and daresay a mess before becoming Honeydapple. Just a little before her warrior ceremony, the she-cat's whatever gets me there" attitude was abruptly snuffed.
Her generation at first easily adored her, kits interest not hard won. That changed as moons passed, and what was once just words and minor tricks, became dangerous feats of bravery
The solid tree they were surrounding and on was a rarity in the moors, one that was even used in games of chase as the "safe" spot. It wasn't safe that fateful morning. She was feet away from even being close enough to have one of its leaves fall on her when the crows began to all caw, like a mighty roar. She was able to make herself small enough under a piece of a monster, but she'll never forget the ongoing roar, clanging, and puffs of air from chattering beaks coming within inches of her nose.
While she was aware of it before, the desire for a distraction made her hone in on her, and Softears' training. How had he gotten so far ahead? She had always considered him a bit of a rival, but it had been in friendly play, and not a genuine concern for the amount she would matter in the future. These thoughts molded her into the cat she is today; the chattering, well-groomed one. While true that she doesn't push the limits nearly as far as she once had, the she-cat nary offers an apology for being late or interrupting orders as she sees fit to.
Her reverence being largely reserved for herself somehow attracted a tom to her, or at the very least wasn't enough to scare him away. Of course her brother had a mate before she managed to. Her recent litter brings her a queen's and also a more selfish joy. She likes to think she hides her mirth well. The fact that she had one more kit than Softears is something she accidentally repeats.
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[PTab=Tab3]DO YOU BELIEVE IN STARCLAN? WHY OR WHY NOT? They are probably begrudged to watch another cat more than I.
FAVORITE HISTORICAL CAT? WHY? Roanfeather, a tactical deputy of WindClan whom cleverly planned for, and led a pair of stray dogs to a fight between the clan and, a then encroaching, glaring of rogues. The battle's favorable outcome inspired the clan to that night wage a full on assault against the rogues. WindClan triumphed with nary a wound to lick. The battle, and related strategy to this moon are called The Harrying Roan, in honor of the deputy.
WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR? Crows I particularly dislike, but really any territorial, communal birds will do it. They like to just show up and decide parts of WindClan are theirs. Awful things really. Thank StarClan that the moors are wanting for trees.
Honeydapple won't admit it to herself, let alone others, but as of current day when directly faced with her fear, she freezes. "What? No? I was... standing my ground, rigidly..."
IF YOUR BEST FRIEND/MOTHER/WHOEVER KNOWS YOU WELL COULD DESCRIBE YOU IN THREE INDIVIDUAL WORDS, WHAT WOULD THOSE BE? DO YOU AGREE OR DISAGREE? Starry-eyed, Finicky, Cocky
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[PTab=Tab4]USERNAME/ALIAS - FARCE
PRONOUNS - SHE/ HER
TIMEZONE - EST
OTHER CHARACTERS - N/A
ADOPTED FROM - theAfanc
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