Post by willow on May 30, 2010 15:25:28 GMT -5
SORRELFEATHER
NAME:
Sorrelfeather (affectionately called Sorrel)
AGE:
Twenty-seven moons
GENDER:
She-cat
CLAN:
WindClan
RANK:
Warrior
PERSONALITY:
A she-cat of many emotions, she is known for her normally quiet and protective personality. Not normally a loud cat, she takes to near whisper-like tones, only growing any louder if another cannot hear her. It is a rarity if she is heard being loud at any moment in time, though she makes sure she always joins in on a battle cry. She is rather gentle and kind, but in no way naive or unintelligent. Sorrelfeather is rather intelligent, but lacks in socializing with others. She gets rather nervous in large crowds and tends to try and keep to herself. There is a tendency to trip over her words and stutter, it’s not something that is pronounced around clan mates, but it is often heard during Gatherings or if she has been put on the spot.
Loyalty is a must with her; she is willing to sacrifice her life for the clan and her clan mates. She tries her best at doing anything, but is not always successful. Her favorite thing in the world is hunting, providing food for the elders and next generation is something that fills her with joy. Arrogance and disloyalty are her biggest peeves; they are what get her angry the most, despite a few other things. The Code was made for a reason and it irritates her when others break it and so disrespect for everything that it stands for. Sorrel understands that sometimes you have to break the code, but isn't willing to do it. Not entirely the biggest believer in StarClan, she trusts that they are doing their best in watching over them, but doesn't go as far as believing everything is the doing of StarClan.
Sorrel can be described as a better hunter than she is a fighter, but that doesn't mean she won't fight as if the lives of her clan mates don't depend upon it. Quiet and often times, antisocial, doesn't mean that there aren't a few flaws. When bothered and feeling like not talking at all, Sorrel can become quite bitter and even rude. She isn't far from harsh or even offending words and is known for her age-old grudges. Getting on her bad side means basically staying on her bad side, unless something happens that ends her grudge against the cat. When she isn't in a bad mood or hunting, she is normally helping around the camp in some way. Normally she is watching the kits or helping with the apprentices. Overall, Sorrelfeather is a loyal, but quiet cat.
DESCRIPTION:
Look, Its a Sorrelfeather!
A clear-born WindClan cat, with a lean body and legs for running. A small head sits atop narrow shoulders. It is slender and wide across the front, with two large ears perched atop. Her jowls are small with hollowed cheeks. Her whiskers are white, Sorrel's eyes are equally spaced, but proportionately sized. Her body, though lean, is sturdy and fast. Her hind legs are especially strong. Her paws are round, not exactly dainty, but are rather small. Several scars cut through her shoulders and one runs along her nose.
She is mainly of white and orange, though mostly white. She has a few patches of orange here and there. Orange helmets her head, coloring her ears and a bit of her forehead. Several splotches dot her back, leading up to her thick-furred ginger tail. Her eyes are yellow-green, a mixture of both that seem to swirl and mix together. They are quite striking and sharp, tending to cause surprise with her gentle nature. Her nose is a light pink, coming out bright and clear amongst the white fur of her muzzle.
CLAN PAGE DESCRIPTION:
An orange and white she-cat with yellow-green eyes.
HISTORY:
Brackenflower, a WindClan queen, had given birth to three kits, her mate, Sparrowfur, had been out on patrol. They had tried to retrieve him in time, but rouges had attacked and he had been killed in the battle. The three kits were named Badgerkit, Foxkit, and Sorrelkit, two toms and a she-cat. When Brackenflower heard the news of the death of her mate, she was saddened. For her mate, she did her best to care for their children. Growing up, Sorrelkit wasn't the most rambunctious kit, strangely quiet and nearly always hiding behind one of her brothers. She tended to only play with them, if at all. She interacted very little with the older cats, sometimes a little to shy to go and try to ask questions. Sorrelkit made frequent trips to the see the elders when she could with her brothers, sometimes even by herself. She enjoyed listening to their stories. Six moons seemed to fly, almost literally, and she and her brothers were old enough to be mentored.
The day had come, the leader stepped up, and announced for her and her brothers to step forward. Badgerkit had been first, then Foxkit, then finally, Sorrelkit. Her mentor was a friend of her mother's, Larkwing, a light gray tabby she-cat. The tabby cat was pleasant and very helpful, an excellent teacher all in all. The two hit it off almost right away. Larkwing got Sorrelpaw more used to being around others, though only enough to hold minor conversations at the start. Being rather intelligent, Sorrelpaw picked things up quickly. The hunting crouches seemed to come naturally, while the fighting moves were more or less technical for her. Instinct wasn't something that came to her during practice or learning a move. No matter how many times Larkwing or another warrior would say, she couldn't put her heart into it as much as the others could.
Sorrelpaw grew better with socializing, but it still wasn't apart of her strong points. She liked to spend time with her brothers as usual, more than anyone else. The apprentice grew to understand that she couldn't always hide behind them, there would be times where she would have to fend for herself and take responsibility. She vowed to protect and serve her clan as best as she could. A time came where she had to put those skills into use. They, as in her mentor and herself, had gone on patrol with a few other warriors. A fox had shown up, growling and snarling, feathers all over, it had made a fresh kill in their territory. The warriors fought the fox, driving it away, but not without a few wounds here and there.
Sorrelpaw found herself with a notch in her ear, a few holes in her shoulder, and with pride that she was able to protect her clan. A few more moons passed and all of her assessments had been completely, it seemed only days away before she would be made a warrior. Even with the excitement growing, she continued doing her duties to the best of her abilities.
The day started with a hunt with her brothers. They had come home with a few pieces each for the elders and queens. The leader called a meeting and had asked Baderpaw to step forward, then Foxpaw, then her, like last time. Baderpaw had been given the name Badgertooth and Foxpaw had been given the name Foxtail. Sorrelpaw, with all of her excitement building up, had been given the name Sorrelfeather, for her feathery tail, most likely. It wasn't long after sickness came and had taken one of her brothers, Badgertooth, and their mother away. She was torn by their deaths and tried her best to pull through the grieving process. If she has fully gotten over their deaths or not still remains to be a secret, she acts she has, but its still rather in the air because of her quiet behavior. Today she is still a warrior, hunting and protecting her clan.