Post by Mouseflower on Jun 8, 2017 3:53:26 GMT -5
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MOUSEFLOWER
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[PTab=Tab2]APPEARANCE - Once beautiful and strong, Mouseflower has become broken, both of mind and body. She has stopped grooming herself or bothering to take care of anything to do with hygiene. She has stopped eating and has become incredibly thin and her fur is matted and gross. Her eyes have filled with a wild ferocity that terrifies most cats. Many have deemed not to hang around her for fear of catching whatever madness she has contracted.
Mouseflower is a ginger she-cat, once shiny and one to be envied, her pelt has fallen into a lackluster sheen, covered in dirt and filled with spurs and leaves not even the current of the river can wash out. Her orange eyes are the only thing left with any real colour to them, although the fire that burns in her soul is not something you want to see through her gaze. Many cats avert their attention or leave the are when she walks through.
PERSONALITY - Mouseflower started life as just that, a gorgeous and sweet little flower full of life and happiness. She was delicate and gentle and not one to tread on any paws. She always looked out for what others did and made sure not to get in anyone's way. She respected her elders and learned well from her mentor.
Everything about her changed when her beloved mate died. Mouseflower was overcome with grief, sobbing for nights on end and refusing to leave her den. She slept in his nest and wouldn't let anyone get rid of it. She denied the existence of her kits and turned into a recluse. Her pelt began to matt and she had stopped eating. Eventually, Crowfang and Stormstar were able to snap her out of her grief but it had not left her unchanged.
Now, Mouseflower is anything butt. She is crude and nasty and not afraid to say what she really feels (or what she feels will keep those she loved at a foxlength away). After her mate's death, she began trying to feel anything by any means necessary. She became something of a whore and tried to seduce anycat she could Clan or not.
FAMILY - Mother:Moorclaw
Father:Badgerfur
Brother: Lightningstone,Sunrays
Mate:Swiftheart
Daughters: Owlfeather (UFA), Crowfang (Mercia)
Sons: Batear (UFA)
Mentor: Darktail
Apprentice: 2 OPEN
HISTORY - Mousekit was born alongside two siblings and everything was perfect. She had a family full of love, two parents that doted on her and her siblings and a Clan aligned with safety and power. Everyone was fat and happy and life was good. She was made an apprentice and Darktail was asked to train her. He was an average warrior, nothing overly special and as a result, neither was she. But she learned to get by and to provide for her Clan and that was really the only thing a warrior could ask for. Life was peaceful and calm, even through the Leafbare.
But everything changed when a new warrior moved in to her Den.
He was seven moons younger then she was so they hadn't really crossed paths before. She was an apprentices when he was born and by the time he was given his apprentices name she had had her warrior ceremony. But the day that Swiftheart had moved into the warrior den she knew he was something special. At 19 moons, she had never really though of love or what it meant to birth a litter or continue the Clans linage. But after only a few days with him, it was clear the two where smitten and everything had changed for the sweet little warrior. It was only a few moons before Mouseflower made her move to the nursery.
But her perfect life was about to take its first big hit; two moons later she gave birth to a single, tiny kitten who did not make it through the night. Distraught and heartbroken, she turned to her mate for comfort. They decided to name the baby Flowerkit, in honour of her unblossomed potential and her mother's pain. Mouseflower remained int he nursery for a moon to grieve but eventually returned to her warrior duties. Swiftheart did her best to console her but she had met a darkness that she couldn't quite shake. He begged her to try for another litter but she was unsure if her heart could take such loss again.
Moons and moons went by and it seemed that her heart had healed. While she had never been the best warrior, she was again starting to hold her own in hunts and patrols and while the memory of Flowerkit never left entirely, it seemed she was no longer haunted. But it still came as a major shock when she moved to the nursery the second time. This pregnancy was met with less excitement and more fear. She made sure to follow every instruction the Medicine Cats gave her to ensure a healthy litter. But when StarClan graced her with a healthy litter of three everyone let out a sigh of relief. Crowkit, Batkit and Wrenkit not only made it through the night but went on to be strong and healthy apprentices. The proud parents doted on the sibling and couldn't have been happier when they were given the opportunity to become warriors. It was all Mouseflower had wanted for so long and finally her strong family was together.
But of course, no one can be truly happy for long and her life was again hit with sorrow. Not but two moons after their kittens moved into the warrior den, Swiftheart was taken. Seemingly overnight he caught a terrible cough and was nest-ridden int he Medicine Den. But there was nothing that could be done to save him and he died with Mouseflower at his side. When Flowerkit had died, Swiftheart had been the only ting to keep her sane but now that he was gone she felt she had no one to turn to. The once gorgeous and gentle she-cat turned from her family and her heart grew cold and her pelt dull. She stopped eating and grooming, she refused solace from her kits or siblings. She refused to go on patrols or continue her warrior duties.
She had become a problem and a liability and ThunderClan's leadership took her aside and told her if she wasn't going to be a Clan cat she would need to retire or she would be run out of the territory. While she felt she had no reason to stay, she knew she would never survive on her own. She began to hunt again but she had found a bitter and angry cat inside that no one thought could exist. She snapped at apprentices, stole food when no-one was looking, refused to acknowledge any of her kits. It was obvious that she was in so much pain and the only way she had found to deal with it was to become someone new. She spent the next 20 or so moons in this limbo state. No one wanted to be around her and anyone assigned on a patrol with her had to be careful what they said or where they stepped. The tension she created sent a rift through the Clan until it was made impossible to look strong. Stormstar gently nudged Mouseflower to retire and she has been in the Elders den since.
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[PTab=Tab3]DO YOU BELIEVE IN STARCLAN? WHY OR WHY NOT? I don't know any more. They have taken so much from me if they are real.
FAVORITE HISTORICAL CAT? WHY? I try not to dwell too much on the past any more.
WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR? Honestly - and if I find out you have told anyone this I will kill you - my greatest fear is dying without mending bridges with my children. Dieing with them remembering who I am now and not who I was when they were born.
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[PTab=Tab4]USERNAME/ALIAS - theAfanc
PRONOUNS -It
TIMEZONE - -7
OTHER CHARACTERS - Thicketwhisker, Frostnose, Softears, Greatspirit, Hoofjaw
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PAST NAMES - mousekit, mousepaw
SEX - she-cat
AGE - 96 moons
CLAN & RANK - Elder
BRIEF DESCRIPTION - A ginger tabby she-cat.
SEX - she-cat
AGE - 96 moons
CLAN & RANK - Elder
BRIEF DESCRIPTION - A ginger tabby she-cat.
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[PTab=Tab2]APPEARANCE - Once beautiful and strong, Mouseflower has become broken, both of mind and body. She has stopped grooming herself or bothering to take care of anything to do with hygiene. She has stopped eating and has become incredibly thin and her fur is matted and gross. Her eyes have filled with a wild ferocity that terrifies most cats. Many have deemed not to hang around her for fear of catching whatever madness she has contracted.
Mouseflower is a ginger she-cat, once shiny and one to be envied, her pelt has fallen into a lackluster sheen, covered in dirt and filled with spurs and leaves not even the current of the river can wash out. Her orange eyes are the only thing left with any real colour to them, although the fire that burns in her soul is not something you want to see through her gaze. Many cats avert their attention or leave the are when she walks through.
PERSONALITY - Mouseflower started life as just that, a gorgeous and sweet little flower full of life and happiness. She was delicate and gentle and not one to tread on any paws. She always looked out for what others did and made sure not to get in anyone's way. She respected her elders and learned well from her mentor.
Everything about her changed when her beloved mate died. Mouseflower was overcome with grief, sobbing for nights on end and refusing to leave her den. She slept in his nest and wouldn't let anyone get rid of it. She denied the existence of her kits and turned into a recluse. Her pelt began to matt and she had stopped eating. Eventually, Crowfang and Stormstar were able to snap her out of her grief but it had not left her unchanged.
Now, Mouseflower is anything butt. She is crude and nasty and not afraid to say what she really feels (or what she feels will keep those she loved at a foxlength away). After her mate's death, she began trying to feel anything by any means necessary. She became something of a whore and tried to seduce anycat she could Clan or not.
FAMILY - Mother:
Father:
Brother: Lightningstone,
Mate:
Daughters: Owlfeather (UFA), Crowfang (Mercia)
Sons: Batear (UFA)
Mentor: Darktail
Apprentice: 2 OPEN
HISTORY - Mousekit was born alongside two siblings and everything was perfect. She had a family full of love, two parents that doted on her and her siblings and a Clan aligned with safety and power. Everyone was fat and happy and life was good. She was made an apprentice and Darktail was asked to train her. He was an average warrior, nothing overly special and as a result, neither was she. But she learned to get by and to provide for her Clan and that was really the only thing a warrior could ask for. Life was peaceful and calm, even through the Leafbare.
But everything changed when a new warrior moved in to her Den.
He was seven moons younger then she was so they hadn't really crossed paths before. She was an apprentices when he was born and by the time he was given his apprentices name she had had her warrior ceremony. But the day that Swiftheart had moved into the warrior den she knew he was something special. At 19 moons, she had never really though of love or what it meant to birth a litter or continue the Clans linage. But after only a few days with him, it was clear the two where smitten and everything had changed for the sweet little warrior. It was only a few moons before Mouseflower made her move to the nursery.
But her perfect life was about to take its first big hit; two moons later she gave birth to a single, tiny kitten who did not make it through the night. Distraught and heartbroken, she turned to her mate for comfort. They decided to name the baby Flowerkit, in honour of her unblossomed potential and her mother's pain. Mouseflower remained int he nursery for a moon to grieve but eventually returned to her warrior duties. Swiftheart did her best to console her but she had met a darkness that she couldn't quite shake. He begged her to try for another litter but she was unsure if her heart could take such loss again.
Moons and moons went by and it seemed that her heart had healed. While she had never been the best warrior, she was again starting to hold her own in hunts and patrols and while the memory of Flowerkit never left entirely, it seemed she was no longer haunted. But it still came as a major shock when she moved to the nursery the second time. This pregnancy was met with less excitement and more fear. She made sure to follow every instruction the Medicine Cats gave her to ensure a healthy litter. But when StarClan graced her with a healthy litter of three everyone let out a sigh of relief. Crowkit, Batkit and Wrenkit not only made it through the night but went on to be strong and healthy apprentices. The proud parents doted on the sibling and couldn't have been happier when they were given the opportunity to become warriors. It was all Mouseflower had wanted for so long and finally her strong family was together.
But of course, no one can be truly happy for long and her life was again hit with sorrow. Not but two moons after their kittens moved into the warrior den, Swiftheart was taken. Seemingly overnight he caught a terrible cough and was nest-ridden int he Medicine Den. But there was nothing that could be done to save him and he died with Mouseflower at his side. When Flowerkit had died, Swiftheart had been the only ting to keep her sane but now that he was gone she felt she had no one to turn to. The once gorgeous and gentle she-cat turned from her family and her heart grew cold and her pelt dull. She stopped eating and grooming, she refused solace from her kits or siblings. She refused to go on patrols or continue her warrior duties.
She had become a problem and a liability and ThunderClan's leadership took her aside and told her if she wasn't going to be a Clan cat she would need to retire or she would be run out of the territory. While she felt she had no reason to stay, she knew she would never survive on her own. She began to hunt again but she had found a bitter and angry cat inside that no one thought could exist. She snapped at apprentices, stole food when no-one was looking, refused to acknowledge any of her kits. It was obvious that she was in so much pain and the only way she had found to deal with it was to become someone new. She spent the next 20 or so moons in this limbo state. No one wanted to be around her and anyone assigned on a patrol with her had to be careful what they said or where they stepped. The tension she created sent a rift through the Clan until it was made impossible to look strong. Stormstar gently nudged Mouseflower to retire and she has been in the Elders den since.
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[PTab=Tab3]DO YOU BELIEVE IN STARCLAN? WHY OR WHY NOT? I don't know any more. They have taken so much from me if they are real.
FAVORITE HISTORICAL CAT? WHY? I try not to dwell too much on the past any more.
WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR? Honestly - and if I find out you have told anyone this I will kill you - my greatest fear is dying without mending bridges with my children. Dieing with them remembering who I am now and not who I was when they were born.
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[PTab=Tab4]USERNAME/ALIAS - theAfanc
PRONOUNS -It
TIMEZONE - -7
OTHER CHARACTERS - Thicketwhisker, Frostnose, Softears, Greatspirit, Hoofjaw
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