Post by shiningheart on Feb 29, 2012 22:24:54 GMT -5
name: Tansykit | Tansypaw | Tansyshine
gender: She-cat
age: 6 moons
rank: Apprentice
clan: WindClan
quick description: Cream-colored she-cat
Description:
Due to an accident before her birth, Tansypaw will never get any bigger than she is now. She's only the size of a new apprentice. Which is pretty good, considering that's what she is. She's smaller than she's like to be. The top of her head would only get to a full-grown warrior's shoulder.
Tansypaw, according to the few stores she's been told, got her pelt from her mother. It's thick, but not long. She has cream-colored fur all around, no patches darker or lighter than the rest. Her eyes were inherited from her father, as much as they despise each other. Dark amber that resemble liquid gold.
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Personality:
From her short life of listening to, 'you can't do this, Tansykit, you're too small', 'don't hurt yourself, you aren't big enough', Tansypaw has grown a backbone to difficult tasks. Her size doesn't really speak for how persistent she can get when it comes to tasks and problems.
The worst thing you can do is tell Tansypaw what to do. She despises being ordered around more than she hates her father, and will do the opposite of whatever she's told just to be difficult. There are only two cats she will willingly obey, and that's her deputy and leader. Even her mentor doesn't get away with telling her what to do.
Tansypaw walks with her head held high. She doesn't care about how small she is, her pride is one of her most important things to her. She refuses to ask for help for even the most difficult of tasks. Whenever it looks like someone's about to say she can't o it, she glares at them in a way that basically says, 'Go ahead. Say it. Say it and see what happens.[/ul]
History:
Tornfoot and Hollyshine adored each other all through their lives. When they became mates, no one was surprised. They had a normal courtship. They'd hunt together, sleep together, eat together, fight together... You get my point. It was supposed to be a normal pregnancy, too.
When Hollyshine first discovered that she was pregnant, everything was perfect. Until the twolegs brought the dogs with them. There were two, and they were used to sheppard the sheep. One of them was a fast little bugger, skinny in the muscular sense, with brown and black fur and a long pointed muzzle. He was more interested in chasing after the cats than actually hurting them. If he ever caught one, he'd just let them go and start the chase all over again.
It was the other one that caused the real problems. Black-and-brown, like it's kin, but way more brutish. A shorter and blunter muzzle was lined with dangerous teeth. It was smarter than the faster one. It waited until the faster one tired out the cats, then moved in for the kill.
For the season of greenleaf, those mutts terrorized WindClan. They scared off prey and chased the patrols all over the place. The only times it was safe for WindClan were when the twolegs were herding their sheep. It was one of these times that Hollyshine, despite her heavy pregnancy, went for a walk. She figured the dogs wouldn't be able to get at her if the twolegs kept them busy.
She was wrong. She was walking by a crop of boulders when the bigger brute attacked her. He grabbed her by the shoulders and flung her at a boulder, where she landed with a painfully loud thwack. A hunting patrol heard from nearby and attacked the dog, chasing it away.
When Hollyshine had hit the boulder, the jolt caused her to go into labor earlier than she was supposed to. She birthed two stillborns before a pitifully small she-kit was born. Hollyshine lived long enough to name her daughter and beg Tornfoot to look after her before she died from blood-loss.
Kit
He didn't. Tornfoot blamed Tansykit for the death of Hollyshine, despite it not being her fault. He spat at her and hissed at her and never ever had a kind word to say to her. Instead of retreating into herself and becoming nervous and insecure, Tansykit rose to the challenge. Every insult Tornfoot hurled at her was met with one from herself.
Her foster mother, an elderly queen named Icewhisker, tried to keep them civil. She tried subtle hints, pleading, and even being downright forceful. All that got her were glares and cold shoulders. In the end, she just gave up and left them to their vengeful hate. By the time Tansykit's apprentice ceremony came around, the relationship between her and her father was unsalvageable.
Tornfoot was the only cat to not congratulate the new apprentice. He turned his back when she received her new name and stalked back to the warriors den. Tansypaw didn't care. He could go get eaten by those dogs that had killed her mother for all she cared.
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gender: She-cat
age: 6 moons
rank: Apprentice
clan: WindClan
quick description: Cream-colored she-cat
Description:
Due to an accident before her birth, Tansypaw will never get any bigger than she is now. She's only the size of a new apprentice. Which is pretty good, considering that's what she is. She's smaller than she's like to be. The top of her head would only get to a full-grown warrior's shoulder.
Tansypaw, according to the few stores she's been told, got her pelt from her mother. It's thick, but not long. She has cream-colored fur all around, no patches darker or lighter than the rest. Her eyes were inherited from her father, as much as they despise each other. Dark amber that resemble liquid gold.
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Personality:
From her short life of listening to, 'you can't do this, Tansykit, you're too small', 'don't hurt yourself, you aren't big enough', Tansypaw has grown a backbone to difficult tasks. Her size doesn't really speak for how persistent she can get when it comes to tasks and problems.
The worst thing you can do is tell Tansypaw what to do. She despises being ordered around more than she hates her father, and will do the opposite of whatever she's told just to be difficult. There are only two cats she will willingly obey, and that's her deputy and leader. Even her mentor doesn't get away with telling her what to do.
Tansypaw walks with her head held high. She doesn't care about how small she is, her pride is one of her most important things to her. She refuses to ask for help for even the most difficult of tasks. Whenever it looks like someone's about to say she can't o it, she glares at them in a way that basically says, 'Go ahead. Say it. Say it and see what happens.[/ul]
History:
Tornfoot and Hollyshine adored each other all through their lives. When they became mates, no one was surprised. They had a normal courtship. They'd hunt together, sleep together, eat together, fight together... You get my point. It was supposed to be a normal pregnancy, too.
When Hollyshine first discovered that she was pregnant, everything was perfect. Until the twolegs brought the dogs with them. There were two, and they were used to sheppard the sheep. One of them was a fast little bugger, skinny in the muscular sense, with brown and black fur and a long pointed muzzle. He was more interested in chasing after the cats than actually hurting them. If he ever caught one, he'd just let them go and start the chase all over again.
It was the other one that caused the real problems. Black-and-brown, like it's kin, but way more brutish. A shorter and blunter muzzle was lined with dangerous teeth. It was smarter than the faster one. It waited until the faster one tired out the cats, then moved in for the kill.
For the season of greenleaf, those mutts terrorized WindClan. They scared off prey and chased the patrols all over the place. The only times it was safe for WindClan were when the twolegs were herding their sheep. It was one of these times that Hollyshine, despite her heavy pregnancy, went for a walk. She figured the dogs wouldn't be able to get at her if the twolegs kept them busy.
She was wrong. She was walking by a crop of boulders when the bigger brute attacked her. He grabbed her by the shoulders and flung her at a boulder, where she landed with a painfully loud thwack. A hunting patrol heard from nearby and attacked the dog, chasing it away.
When Hollyshine had hit the boulder, the jolt caused her to go into labor earlier than she was supposed to. She birthed two stillborns before a pitifully small she-kit was born. Hollyshine lived long enough to name her daughter and beg Tornfoot to look after her before she died from blood-loss.
He didn't. Tornfoot blamed Tansykit for the death of Hollyshine, despite it not being her fault. He spat at her and hissed at her and never ever had a kind word to say to her. Instead of retreating into herself and becoming nervous and insecure, Tansykit rose to the challenge. Every insult Tornfoot hurled at her was met with one from herself.
Her foster mother, an elderly queen named Icewhisker, tried to keep them civil. She tried subtle hints, pleading, and even being downright forceful. All that got her were glares and cold shoulders. In the end, she just gave up and left them to their vengeful hate. By the time Tansykit's apprentice ceremony came around, the relationship between her and her father was unsalvageable.
Apprentice
Tornfoot was the only cat to not congratulate the new apprentice. He turned his back when she received her new name and stalked back to the warriors den. Tansypaw didn't care. He could go get eaten by those dogs that had killed her mother for all she cared.
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