Post by Weaselbelly on Mar 9, 2009 17:46:49 GMT -5
Name: Weaselbelly
Gender: she-cat
Age: 26 moons
Clan: DreamClan
Rank: deputy
Description: This one she-cat is a medium brown tabby. Of course, like all Tabby's do, she had the stripes running across her body, dark, dark brown stripes, they seemed black to the eyes, but they were not. Though she is not all of dark color, she has some cream color in her, on her muzzle, and on her chest partly. Perhaps she was not a full tabby after all. As far as it goes, her parents were both a tabby and a long haired cat, how that got in her families genes, she will never know. Her fur was not long, but rather she had inherited short fur like here father, who was a tabby. Which was good, it helped her to maintain her speed. Speaking of speed, she was quite fit for the role. Long limbs and small paws ran in her blood as well. Her long tail, which she had inherited from her mother, helped to keep her balanced, her large amber eyes helped her to see well, but that was a common trait, but hers seemed to be a tad larger than most. Her long, lithe, body-build helps the she-cat to be an exceptional hunter, a great thing for her Clan on the open moorlands.
Personality: By no means is she social, as a matter of fact, she is far from it. Perhaps in all started back in her kit hood, where she was usually by herself, since her father was a Warrior, and gone most of the time, and her mother constantly had to watch her brother's who were not as good as the little tabby. The queens in the nursery hardly ever complained about the quiet kit, and praised her for being quiet. This must have enforced her quiet, anti-social nature.
As she grew up though, many things had to change, in order for her to become a Warrior, she needed the skills of communicating with others so that she might make wise choices. These things she learned from her mentor, Birchnose. During her time as an apprentice, it was well known she had quite a mouth on her if provoked, but knew how to hold her tongue to higher ranking cats in DreamClan. Still, as she reached the stage of being a Warrior, she was far from where she needed to be. Still, she preferred to rip her enemies apart with no word, but the Warrior Code that was pounded into her head told her differently.
Like all Warriors, she encountered enemy cats, Clan and rouge or loner. From many experiences, she learned the skills she needed.
Soon she became deputy, and her personally developed even more. Used to, she was always the one taking orders, now she needed to know how to be quick on her feet, and to be a leader. Really, the only one who told her to do was the leader, Fawnstar.
A moon later, her personality has fully developed. She is an all around loyal cat, expects orders to be done and followed without fail, and gives her life to the Warrior Code and her Clan.
Kin: She grew up in a litter of three, her mother was Silverear, and her father was White-eye. Her two other siblings are both toms, Timbertail and Riverclaw. The she-cat is the second youngest in her Clan, and is from her mother's first litter of kits.
Mate/Crush: She has never had a mate, being so young, and has never really had a crush on any one. That could always change though.
Apprentice: Of course to become deputy, she must have at least mentored one apprentice in her life, and indeed she has, but sadly before they were given their Warrior name, a battle took his life. Today Weaselbelly still grieves the lost.
History: Kit hood. Every Warrior's innocent days where they knew no death. Only the warmth and love of mother and other kits. But as all kits grow older, they wish to leave their kit lives, and start anew as Warriors. After that, their kit hood was left behind for bigger and better things, so it was this way with the kits surrounding Weaselkit. She held no desire to be a Warrior, Queen, Apprentice, or what have you. No, she loved her kit hood, her youth. She was always the quiet one, always off to the side. She was no where near a social outcast, far from that, always the other kits would mewl for her to come play with them, but always the kit would kindly refuse. As she grew up, she began to isolate herself more from the other cats, even to to the point where she no longer went to sit by her mother as she usually did. The kit who had once before held no desire to learn the Warrior Code, or to even become a Warrior, was craving it now. All because of the story of an Elder.
Apprentice days. These were the days she had been wanting to experience ever since she had heard of the Elder's story of helping others, and pleasing StarClan. Both of these things she wanted to do. So vigilantly she studied the Warrior Code, and learned many things from her mentor. Her mind was always on training, nothing else. Play was gone from her mind, not that it had ever been there. There is nothing much else to say about her days as an apprentice.
Everything happened in her days as a young Warrior. The death of a loved leader, the birth of a new one, and her becoming deputy. From what she can recall really, it had started when she received her name, Weaselbelly. It suited her just fine. She recalls cats chanting her name, and she recalls sitting there at night, doing her silent vigil. This was by no means any trouble for her at all. She remembers watching the silverpelt, silently thanking StarClan over and over again for guiding her as her mentor said they have been. She was a gifted cat, he said, and he was proud to have trained her.
The next time when the sun had risen she was still there, in her spot, having not moved at all. Various cats came to greet her, even her brothers who had a moon before been dubbed Warriors. After wards she was sent away by her mentor who told that the leader had wanted her to join the hunting patrol. She did well, remembering what her mentor had taught her, and pointers the elders had given her.
Many moons later, she was still doing well in what she did best, hunting. She was only aware of her prey, and so unaware of certain events happening. It was only when she returned to the familiar camp did she notice something was wrong. The Elders did not come to greet her as usual, nor did her Minor, or father, who had joined the rank of the Elders a moon ago.
She dropped her prey in the pile, and asked what was going on. "Mistystar is dead. There has been a battle," was the quiet reply from her mother.
She could not believe it! What had happened? Obviously there had been a battle, and she had not been there. She had failed her duty as a Warrior, and had not been there when the Clan was in trouble, she even had let her own Apprentice die. She hung her head in shame, and retired herself to the other side of camp, not bothering to head the call of who she knew to be the new leader.
Some moments later, her old mentor had shaken her,"You have been named deputy." This he had told her, and at first, she was to far into her mourning and self-pity to care. It was only when her mother was next to her licking her behind the ears as she had done in kit hood, could she think straight. She had been named deputy? For what reason? She could not accept this... she had failed her duty, or so she thought, but a little bribing from the well known Clan cats allowed her to change her mind and expert.
Other: The she-cat is not someone who is to fond of mewling kits.
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Gender: she-cat
Age: 26 moons
Clan: DreamClan
Rank: deputy
Description: This one she-cat is a medium brown tabby. Of course, like all Tabby's do, she had the stripes running across her body, dark, dark brown stripes, they seemed black to the eyes, but they were not. Though she is not all of dark color, she has some cream color in her, on her muzzle, and on her chest partly. Perhaps she was not a full tabby after all. As far as it goes, her parents were both a tabby and a long haired cat, how that got in her families genes, she will never know. Her fur was not long, but rather she had inherited short fur like here father, who was a tabby. Which was good, it helped her to maintain her speed. Speaking of speed, she was quite fit for the role. Long limbs and small paws ran in her blood as well. Her long tail, which she had inherited from her mother, helped to keep her balanced, her large amber eyes helped her to see well, but that was a common trait, but hers seemed to be a tad larger than most. Her long, lithe, body-build helps the she-cat to be an exceptional hunter, a great thing for her Clan on the open moorlands.
Personality: By no means is she social, as a matter of fact, she is far from it. Perhaps in all started back in her kit hood, where she was usually by herself, since her father was a Warrior, and gone most of the time, and her mother constantly had to watch her brother's who were not as good as the little tabby. The queens in the nursery hardly ever complained about the quiet kit, and praised her for being quiet. This must have enforced her quiet, anti-social nature.
As she grew up though, many things had to change, in order for her to become a Warrior, she needed the skills of communicating with others so that she might make wise choices. These things she learned from her mentor, Birchnose. During her time as an apprentice, it was well known she had quite a mouth on her if provoked, but knew how to hold her tongue to higher ranking cats in DreamClan. Still, as she reached the stage of being a Warrior, she was far from where she needed to be. Still, she preferred to rip her enemies apart with no word, but the Warrior Code that was pounded into her head told her differently.
Like all Warriors, she encountered enemy cats, Clan and rouge or loner. From many experiences, she learned the skills she needed.
Soon she became deputy, and her personally developed even more. Used to, she was always the one taking orders, now she needed to know how to be quick on her feet, and to be a leader. Really, the only one who told her to do was the leader, Fawnstar.
A moon later, her personality has fully developed. She is an all around loyal cat, expects orders to be done and followed without fail, and gives her life to the Warrior Code and her Clan.
Kin: She grew up in a litter of three, her mother was Silverear, and her father was White-eye. Her two other siblings are both toms, Timbertail and Riverclaw. The she-cat is the second youngest in her Clan, and is from her mother's first litter of kits.
Mate/Crush: She has never had a mate, being so young, and has never really had a crush on any one. That could always change though.
Apprentice: Of course to become deputy, she must have at least mentored one apprentice in her life, and indeed she has, but sadly before they were given their Warrior name, a battle took his life. Today Weaselbelly still grieves the lost.
History: Kit hood. Every Warrior's innocent days where they knew no death. Only the warmth and love of mother and other kits. But as all kits grow older, they wish to leave their kit lives, and start anew as Warriors. After that, their kit hood was left behind for bigger and better things, so it was this way with the kits surrounding Weaselkit. She held no desire to be a Warrior, Queen, Apprentice, or what have you. No, she loved her kit hood, her youth. She was always the quiet one, always off to the side. She was no where near a social outcast, far from that, always the other kits would mewl for her to come play with them, but always the kit would kindly refuse. As she grew up, she began to isolate herself more from the other cats, even to to the point where she no longer went to sit by her mother as she usually did. The kit who had once before held no desire to learn the Warrior Code, or to even become a Warrior, was craving it now. All because of the story of an Elder.
Apprentice days. These were the days she had been wanting to experience ever since she had heard of the Elder's story of helping others, and pleasing StarClan. Both of these things she wanted to do. So vigilantly she studied the Warrior Code, and learned many things from her mentor. Her mind was always on training, nothing else. Play was gone from her mind, not that it had ever been there. There is nothing much else to say about her days as an apprentice.
Everything happened in her days as a young Warrior. The death of a loved leader, the birth of a new one, and her becoming deputy. From what she can recall really, it had started when she received her name, Weaselbelly. It suited her just fine. She recalls cats chanting her name, and she recalls sitting there at night, doing her silent vigil. This was by no means any trouble for her at all. She remembers watching the silverpelt, silently thanking StarClan over and over again for guiding her as her mentor said they have been. She was a gifted cat, he said, and he was proud to have trained her.
The next time when the sun had risen she was still there, in her spot, having not moved at all. Various cats came to greet her, even her brothers who had a moon before been dubbed Warriors. After wards she was sent away by her mentor who told that the leader had wanted her to join the hunting patrol. She did well, remembering what her mentor had taught her, and pointers the elders had given her.
Many moons later, she was still doing well in what she did best, hunting. She was only aware of her prey, and so unaware of certain events happening. It was only when she returned to the familiar camp did she notice something was wrong. The Elders did not come to greet her as usual, nor did her Minor, or father, who had joined the rank of the Elders a moon ago.
She dropped her prey in the pile, and asked what was going on. "Mistystar is dead. There has been a battle," was the quiet reply from her mother.
She could not believe it! What had happened? Obviously there had been a battle, and she had not been there. She had failed her duty as a Warrior, and had not been there when the Clan was in trouble, she even had let her own Apprentice die. She hung her head in shame, and retired herself to the other side of camp, not bothering to head the call of who she knew to be the new leader.
Some moments later, her old mentor had shaken her,"You have been named deputy." This he had told her, and at first, she was to far into her mourning and self-pity to care. It was only when her mother was next to her licking her behind the ears as she had done in kit hood, could she think straight. She had been named deputy? For what reason? She could not accept this... she had failed her duty, or so she thought, but a little bribing from the well known Clan cats allowed her to change her mind and expert.
Other: The she-cat is not someone who is to fond of mewling kits.
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