Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2017 20:14:06 GMT -5
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Crowfang
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[PTab=Tab2]APPEARANCE - Photo
PERSONALITY - For the most part Crowfang is a calm, collected cat. When it comes to dire situations she is the last to panic and is more likely to get frustrated than to show her clanmates her fear. As they say though the calm belies the storm that is to come, while she tries to remain relaxed when she is around others there are times when she is alone that she can do nothing but let her anxieties flow. On her bad days her fears can become present by how tense she holds her body, sitting rigidly until her muscles ache or staying that way until someone else snaps her out of it. Times like this she tends to overthink about the past which is often the cause of it. She is superstitious which can often cloud her more reasonable sides of her. The subject of death makes her incredibly uncomfortable and she believes that speaking of it can bring grave omens to a clan.
She has a slow temper, hardly one to ever snap or yell. However, she is known to hold onto grudges for a long time, a supporter of the ideal never forgive and never forget. Once betrayed she may not ever trust that individual again and will go out of her way to avoid them. However, this is the opposite towards younger clanmates. Most of the time she is too lenient towards apprentices and kit. She often considers young rule breakers as just experiencing life, they need to bend the rules every now and again or they will not grow up to be proper warriors.
In general she is awful at explaining grim or touchy subjects with the younger cats, it is difficult for her to explain to them if something bad happens to one of their kin like the death of a parent or siblings. Often she wants to spare the apprentices from grief during their training even though she knows she may have to be bearer of bad news.
She often appears to have a fairly somber demeanor but in truth she is quite a cheerful and sociable cat. She tries her best to not look on the downside when she can, an optimist for the sake of her clanmates. She does not like to say negative things to the ones she cares about and often tries to lighten the mood no matter how she herself feels. She will go out of her way to try and make everyone as comfortable as possible.
As kind as she can be to her clanmates she is cold towards the other clans, not many would ever see her being happy during a gathering for she tends to be surly during these times. If she could avoid it at all she would choose to never see a member of any other clans at all, though she would rather deal with non-clan cats who she believes should be taught the way of the clans and Starclan though not necessarily join a clan. She does not trust other clan cats at all, it is unsafe to be around them often for she believes Thunderclan must preserve their ways at all costs.
She has a bit of a lazy side to her, enjoying the sun and taking a bit of spare time to herself is sometimes a priority. Get away from the clan and out into the territory where she does not have to worry about her responsibilities and the safety of others. She tries not to be gone from camp long but sometimes the time can get away from her and she will be gone nearly an entire day. Still, it is a sacrifice she is willing to make for some quiet.
FAMILY -
Father -Swiftheart. Deceased
Mother - Mouseflower. Alive. Elder [Adoptable]
Littermates -
Batear. Alive. [Adoptable]
Owlfeather. Alive [Adoptable]
HISTORY - Crowfang’s mother was a brown tabby named Mouseflower, her father a large white and black tom called Swiftheart. They had a simple romance, friends as apprentices, and comrades as warriors and eventually when they got a bit older they became mates. Mouseflower had good fortune for even though this was her first litter is went relatively smoothly. She bore three kits, two she-cats and a tom. Crowkit, Batkit and Owlkit were strong and healthy even though Batkit was born the smallest. Their kithood was an average one, growing and waiting until the day they could start their warrior training.
It wasn’t until she was an apprentice that anything remarkable happened in her life. Her mentor was a large, old tom named Stonetooth, in all respect he should of been retired by now and he seemed to of hated to be a mentor so late into his Warrior lifestyle. While grumpy, he was incredibly patient with the younger cat not to mention he had plenty of experience and many valuable stories that Crowpaw loved to listen too. He always had a serious to him that made the young she-cat behave despite her wanting to stray farther out than he said or try more complicated moves but she listened to him and the old mentor had an understanding of when she was and wasn’t ready for something. Unfortunately, Stonetooth died around the second moon of her training from an illness that struck the elderly and young kits that leaf-bare.
She was then the first apprentice to a young she-cat named Berryleg, who compared to Stonetooth didn’t seem to know much of what she was doing. It was then that Crowpaw got overly cocky, thinking she was better than her own mentor. She tried to go off and practice on her own, often leaving during hunting patrols to go adventure somewhere else. Berryleg was not at all impressed by this and often the two she-cats got into bitter arguments that had to be broken up or else neither of them would let it go. It was after being scolded by the leader and a threat that her warrior ceremony would be greatly delayed that made her start listening to her mentor.
Eventually she received her warrior name along with her siblings, Crowpaw became Crowfang. Her early moons as a Warrior were not the happiest time for her or her kin. Her father Swiftheart died after struggling with an infected bite during an attack. The same fight Crowfang injured her leg and spent a moon in the medicine den where her father had died. Her mother Mouseflower was effected the most by her mate’s death, heartbroken the young she-cat ceased most of her warrior duties and spent most of her days either sleeping or trying to help the queens. Crowfang and her siblings had tried to help their mother out by spending more time with her but the tabby she-cat became aggressive to her kits and pushed them away. Now the siblings do what they can to avoid her.
Crowfang became a bit of a downer herself though she never suffered the level of grief Mouseflower did. She still liked to be alone or she would listen to the elders to tell their stories like when she was an apprentice. Usually it seemed that she was being dragged through the mud whenever she was told to do anything. That changed when she was able to get her very first apprentice though, Cherrypaw was the happiest apprentice to Crowfang, being around someone so zealous about their life helped the young warrior through her own troubles. She took great pride in watching her small apprentice grow into a strong warrior and it was at that point she learned to take pride into her clan and that a kind word can go a long way. It was a surprise to some of her clanmates and even herself that she mentored more like Berryleg who she fought with almost her entire apprenticeship and acted less like the stern Stonetooth.
When Cherryheart was made into a warrior Crowfang was delighted that her small, brave apprentice showed such worth and loyalty to the clan and the two still remain friends. After fully training her first apprentice Crowfang became a tad cocky, she started to enjoy gossiping and getting into arguments with her fellow warriors, it was like a game and she liked to be right. It was as she was reaching the end of her first season as a warrior that she began to challenge nearly everyone and everything. Not even being scolded from her higher ups stopped her from never shutting up. Still, she became a very keen hunter and her size made her a force to be reckon with during fights. She enjoyed the times when she lead patrols and she could almost keep a level head when challenged to an argument.
One day after she had received her second apprentice, Frostpaw, the duo were on a simple patrol. It was just the two of them but Crowfang expected another routine patrol. Frostpaw had been an apprentice for only a moon but she had already shown him the clan's borders on his first day but refresher never hurt. The patrol would not go smoothly for long though. Frostpaw had spotted a mouse and without waiting chased it right across the border where they came face to face with a Windclan patrol. A brief skirmish happened but Frostpaw tried to take a warrior much larger than him and was injured before Crowfang could help. The two were force to retreat and though they made it back to camp, after a few days in the medicine cat's den Frostpaw's injuries became infected and he died feverish and in pain.
Frostpaw's death hit Crowfang hard, she could not help but believe that his injuries were her fault. If she had just gotten him out faster or even trained him better so he would not have ran, she could of saved him. Still, moons go on and time passes even though time is suppose to heal all wounds, she still wonders if there was something she could of done. She has become more humble and quite a bit more stoic after his death.
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[PTab=Tab3]DO YOU BELIEVE IN STARCLAN? WHY OR WHY NOT?
Of course, Starclan is what binds each clan together and without it we would be no better than rogues.
WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR?
The warrior life is surrounded by death but I will always fear dying in agony.
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?
My mother would probably say I am too stubborn, loyal but also probably lazy. I would not say that she knows me well enough anymore.
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[PTab=Tab4]USERNAME/ALIAS - Mercia
PRONOUNS - Sher/Her
TIMEZONE - Mountain Time Zone
OTHER CHARACTERS - N/A
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PAST NAMES - Crowkit Crowpaw
SEX - she-cat
AGE - 54 moons
CLAN & RANK - Thunderclan Warrior
BRIEF DESCRIPTION - stocky black and white she-cat
SEX - she-cat
AGE - 54 moons
CLAN & RANK - Thunderclan Warrior
BRIEF DESCRIPTION - stocky black and white she-cat
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[PTab=Tab2]APPEARANCE - Photo
PERSONALITY - For the most part Crowfang is a calm, collected cat. When it comes to dire situations she is the last to panic and is more likely to get frustrated than to show her clanmates her fear. As they say though the calm belies the storm that is to come, while she tries to remain relaxed when she is around others there are times when she is alone that she can do nothing but let her anxieties flow. On her bad days her fears can become present by how tense she holds her body, sitting rigidly until her muscles ache or staying that way until someone else snaps her out of it. Times like this she tends to overthink about the past which is often the cause of it. She is superstitious which can often cloud her more reasonable sides of her. The subject of death makes her incredibly uncomfortable and she believes that speaking of it can bring grave omens to a clan.
She has a slow temper, hardly one to ever snap or yell. However, she is known to hold onto grudges for a long time, a supporter of the ideal never forgive and never forget. Once betrayed she may not ever trust that individual again and will go out of her way to avoid them. However, this is the opposite towards younger clanmates. Most of the time she is too lenient towards apprentices and kit. She often considers young rule breakers as just experiencing life, they need to bend the rules every now and again or they will not grow up to be proper warriors.
In general she is awful at explaining grim or touchy subjects with the younger cats, it is difficult for her to explain to them if something bad happens to one of their kin like the death of a parent or siblings. Often she wants to spare the apprentices from grief during their training even though she knows she may have to be bearer of bad news.
She often appears to have a fairly somber demeanor but in truth she is quite a cheerful and sociable cat. She tries her best to not look on the downside when she can, an optimist for the sake of her clanmates. She does not like to say negative things to the ones she cares about and often tries to lighten the mood no matter how she herself feels. She will go out of her way to try and make everyone as comfortable as possible.
As kind as she can be to her clanmates she is cold towards the other clans, not many would ever see her being happy during a gathering for she tends to be surly during these times. If she could avoid it at all she would choose to never see a member of any other clans at all, though she would rather deal with non-clan cats who she believes should be taught the way of the clans and Starclan though not necessarily join a clan. She does not trust other clan cats at all, it is unsafe to be around them often for she believes Thunderclan must preserve their ways at all costs.
She has a bit of a lazy side to her, enjoying the sun and taking a bit of spare time to herself is sometimes a priority. Get away from the clan and out into the territory where she does not have to worry about her responsibilities and the safety of others. She tries not to be gone from camp long but sometimes the time can get away from her and she will be gone nearly an entire day. Still, it is a sacrifice she is willing to make for some quiet.
FAMILY -
Father -
Mother - Mouseflower. Alive. Elder [Adoptable]
Littermates -
Batear. Alive. [Adoptable]
Owlfeather. Alive [Adoptable]
HISTORY - Crowfang’s mother was a brown tabby named Mouseflower, her father a large white and black tom called Swiftheart. They had a simple romance, friends as apprentices, and comrades as warriors and eventually when they got a bit older they became mates. Mouseflower had good fortune for even though this was her first litter is went relatively smoothly. She bore three kits, two she-cats and a tom. Crowkit, Batkit and Owlkit were strong and healthy even though Batkit was born the smallest. Their kithood was an average one, growing and waiting until the day they could start their warrior training.
It wasn’t until she was an apprentice that anything remarkable happened in her life. Her mentor was a large, old tom named Stonetooth, in all respect he should of been retired by now and he seemed to of hated to be a mentor so late into his Warrior lifestyle. While grumpy, he was incredibly patient with the younger cat not to mention he had plenty of experience and many valuable stories that Crowpaw loved to listen too. He always had a serious to him that made the young she-cat behave despite her wanting to stray farther out than he said or try more complicated moves but she listened to him and the old mentor had an understanding of when she was and wasn’t ready for something. Unfortunately, Stonetooth died around the second moon of her training from an illness that struck the elderly and young kits that leaf-bare.
She was then the first apprentice to a young she-cat named Berryleg, who compared to Stonetooth didn’t seem to know much of what she was doing. It was then that Crowpaw got overly cocky, thinking she was better than her own mentor. She tried to go off and practice on her own, often leaving during hunting patrols to go adventure somewhere else. Berryleg was not at all impressed by this and often the two she-cats got into bitter arguments that had to be broken up or else neither of them would let it go. It was after being scolded by the leader and a threat that her warrior ceremony would be greatly delayed that made her start listening to her mentor.
Eventually she received her warrior name along with her siblings, Crowpaw became Crowfang. Her early moons as a Warrior were not the happiest time for her or her kin. Her father Swiftheart died after struggling with an infected bite during an attack. The same fight Crowfang injured her leg and spent a moon in the medicine den where her father had died. Her mother Mouseflower was effected the most by her mate’s death, heartbroken the young she-cat ceased most of her warrior duties and spent most of her days either sleeping or trying to help the queens. Crowfang and her siblings had tried to help their mother out by spending more time with her but the tabby she-cat became aggressive to her kits and pushed them away. Now the siblings do what they can to avoid her.
Crowfang became a bit of a downer herself though she never suffered the level of grief Mouseflower did. She still liked to be alone or she would listen to the elders to tell their stories like when she was an apprentice. Usually it seemed that she was being dragged through the mud whenever she was told to do anything. That changed when she was able to get her very first apprentice though, Cherrypaw was the happiest apprentice to Crowfang, being around someone so zealous about their life helped the young warrior through her own troubles. She took great pride in watching her small apprentice grow into a strong warrior and it was at that point she learned to take pride into her clan and that a kind word can go a long way. It was a surprise to some of her clanmates and even herself that she mentored more like Berryleg who she fought with almost her entire apprenticeship and acted less like the stern Stonetooth.
When Cherryheart was made into a warrior Crowfang was delighted that her small, brave apprentice showed such worth and loyalty to the clan and the two still remain friends. After fully training her first apprentice Crowfang became a tad cocky, she started to enjoy gossiping and getting into arguments with her fellow warriors, it was like a game and she liked to be right. It was as she was reaching the end of her first season as a warrior that she began to challenge nearly everyone and everything. Not even being scolded from her higher ups stopped her from never shutting up. Still, she became a very keen hunter and her size made her a force to be reckon with during fights. She enjoyed the times when she lead patrols and she could almost keep a level head when challenged to an argument.
One day after she had received her second apprentice, Frostpaw, the duo were on a simple patrol. It was just the two of them but Crowfang expected another routine patrol. Frostpaw had been an apprentice for only a moon but she had already shown him the clan's borders on his first day but refresher never hurt. The patrol would not go smoothly for long though. Frostpaw had spotted a mouse and without waiting chased it right across the border where they came face to face with a Windclan patrol. A brief skirmish happened but Frostpaw tried to take a warrior much larger than him and was injured before Crowfang could help. The two were force to retreat and though they made it back to camp, after a few days in the medicine cat's den Frostpaw's injuries became infected and he died feverish and in pain.
Frostpaw's death hit Crowfang hard, she could not help but believe that his injuries were her fault. If she had just gotten him out faster or even trained him better so he would not have ran, she could of saved him. Still, moons go on and time passes even though time is suppose to heal all wounds, she still wonders if there was something she could of done. She has become more humble and quite a bit more stoic after his death.
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[PTab=Tab3]DO YOU BELIEVE IN STARCLAN? WHY OR WHY NOT?
Of course, Starclan is what binds each clan together and without it we would be no better than rogues.
WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR?
The warrior life is surrounded by death but I will always fear dying in agony.
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?
My mother would probably say I am too stubborn, loyal but also probably lazy. I would not say that she knows me well enough anymore.
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[PTab=Tab4]USERNAME/ALIAS - Mercia
PRONOUNS - Sher/Her
TIMEZONE - Mountain Time Zone
OTHER CHARACTERS - N/A
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