Post by spike on Mar 1, 2010 15:16:12 GMT -6
Name:
Eaglewing
Real Age:
77 moons
Apparent Age:
76 moons
Gender:
She-cat
Clan:
StarClan
Former Clan:
WindClan
Mentor/Apprentice:
Ivyheart (mentor, deceased)
No Apprentices
Rank:
Warrior/queen
Mate/Crush:
Mate 1: Sootclaw (deceased)
Mate 2: Erminetail (NPC)
Mate 3: Redfur (NPC)
Mate 4: Cloudthroat (deceased)
Mate 5: Shadenose (deceased)
Kin:
Copperfur (father, deceased)
Stripedfoot (mother, deceased)
Whiteface (sister, deceased)
Ratear (brother, deceased)
LITTER 1
Stormfang (son, NPC)
Silversong (daughter, NPC)
Stripedheart (daughter, deceased)
LITTER 2
Mousekit (son, deceased)
Snowpaw (daughter, deceased)
LITTER 3
Wilson (son, kittypet, NPC)
Quailheart (daughter, NPC)
Cedarstripe (son, NPC)
Nettlefoot (son, NPC)
Heatherkit (daughter, deceased)
Lionwhisker (adopted son, NPC)
Goldenstream (daughter, deceased)
LITTER 4
Ashtail (son, NPC)
Graysong (daughter, deceased) –Ki
Birdfeather (daughter, NPC)
LITTER 5
Rookpaw (son, NPC)
Brindlepaw (daughter, NPC)
GRANDKITS (naming important ones)
Smokepaw (grandson) -Ki
Goldenkit (granddaughter, deceased)
Rowankit (grandson, deceased)
Hailkit (grandson, deceased)
Description:
Eaglewing really doesn’t seem like the type of cat to earn the name of such a proud bird. She has a sort of gentleness about her. She has a slightly thicker body, heavier from years of kit-bearing clear on her form. She was always long in shape though never entirely thin. But that’s just something natural with a fine queen, isn’t it? She has shorter legs than some WindClan cats but her skills in running are no less as great as those around her that were formerly part of the Clan of the meadows. She had small back paws and even slighter fore-paws that make her seem very light when walking.
Her long, wispy tail is commonly held high and it is a way for her to command attention. Not that she needs her tail to do so. Eaglewing has always been gifted with astonishing looks and personality, or so some have told her. She has a round head, one that is wide is shape. Her muzzle is square, broad, but not long. Her whiskers are another matter, of course. Intensely long and white, they seem almost fake. She had stout, wide-spread ears that are very rounded all over. They are over-tipped with fur making her more lynx-like than cat-like.
She is covered in a thick coat of ginger and tabby. The tabby runs on the left side of her head and along her shoulders and right foreleg. It is also thick on her posterior and tail. The ginger is across the right side of her face and her middle. But white stains her paws, chest, and underbelly heavily. She has strange yellow-green eyes. The outer edges of her eyes are lighter than the center which makes them look slightly concentrated but really they are quite the opposite.
Personality:
Eaglewing is what we call “a natural mother.” She didn’t need to be taught what being a queen was like. She already knew.
To start, she is, yes, a motherly type. She loves all of her kits, all nineteen of them. She loves those that were not hers by birth and she loves those that were fathered by the many toms she learned to love. Any kit around her in need of a mother, she instantly mothers them. She loves to groom them, pamper them, treat them to a day of relaxation. Eaglewing has nothing in her but a mother.
But this mother has a reputation. She loves her WindClan heritage and feels extreme hurt when anybody in the WindClan name dares to tarnish the pride of it. She feels a total sense of loyalty and can be pushy to anybody that cannot see the same view as her. For Eaglewing, being part of a Clan is not being part of a group. It’s being part of life and a society of family. Breaking that is like breaking the world around you.
Lastly, she is strict with discipline. No joke! Her kits can testify for this without blinking. No way was she going to let her kits get away with things like stupid mistakes. (This is one reason she’s still highly disappointed in Graysong.) She expects them all to match her standards of proud, strong cats. She-cats that can provide a strong heart and a strong litter, and toms that can provide great loyalty and great pride. That is what she has always wanted to raise.
History:
“Whitekit and Ratkit,” the names were announced. “Oh, and Eaglekit.”
“Three toms?”
“Nope.”
“Two toms?”
“Nope!”
Oh, what pride Copperfur had when he announced that he fathered one tom and two she-kits. Ratkit, the tiny tom with a big personality to make up for it, and Whitekit and Eaglekit, two she-cats that seemed to naturally come to love him; yep, life was good for Copperfur. Eaglekit grew up knowing she had a tom’s name. She found herself enjoying the pride it gave her. She had a tom’s name and she matched the tom’s game. Ratkit thought he was the pick of the litter, being the tom of course, but that was not the case. No, it was Eaglekit.
She grew up quickly, kept close to her siblings because her mother had always said family came first. The Clan was important, yes, but family was the number one thing to all cats. Or it should’ve been. There were so many things out there that were being broken! Rules, heart, loves, families; the least Stripedfoot wanted her kits to do was learn to have great loyalty to the laws of StarClan.
Ratkit, Whitekit, and Eaglekit turned into apprentices hastily and without much to report on their kithood days. Eaglepaw was granted Ivyheart as a mentor. Ivyheart was a gentle she-cat with a love for the youngster. Naturally, the two clicked and became almost best friends for life. Many wondered how far their friendship would go. Even when Eaglepaw began to grow more and more into the cat she is today, Ivyheart tried hard to be a strong friend to her apprentice. Somehow, it didn’t work. Eaglepaw grew up and began crushing on Sootpaw which left her young mentor alone. Ivyheart had thought of Eaglepaw as a sister but that had been forgotten for the tom.
Eaglepaw and Sootpaw courted each other very young. He was an arrogant cat and everybody agreed that she was not supposed to be with him. He would only go and break her heart. Ratpaw and Whitepaw were the most intent on that part. They bothered her daily about leaving Sootpaw behind because they didn’t want her to end up with a broken heart and a broken family.
Too late! Four apprentices earned their names soon enough; Eaglewing, Whiteface, Ratear, and Sootclaw. It was only two moons before she fully announced she was going to be a queen. She was already a moon along with the pregnancy of Sootclaw’s kits and her family could not fight the truth. She was lost to Sootclaw.
Stormkit, Silverkit, and Stripedkit were all born. That same night of birth, Stripedfoot passed on into StarClan, hence why Stripedkit earned her name. Copperfur joined the elder’s den soon after, too distraught by all of it. Whiteface and Ratear just shook their heads at Eaglewing as she dared to dub one of her kits after their mother. Sootclaw died as well, sadly. He had always been stupid in common sense. Common sense: avoid the river in New Leaf. It’s usually swollen from rain and melted snow. So the three kits were left fatherless but not for long. Erminetail was a nervous cat but he did love kits. You see, Eaglewing and Erminetail had always been good friends but they never considered it going beyond that.
When Eaglewing left the nursery, Erminetail seemed to want to change that. He began to stalk her when she was not willing to stand beside him. He forced her to sit next to him at meetings and gatherings. Even when the others noticed it, Eaglewing thought of it as affection. Finally, the dam broke when he told her she was going to father kits. He was nervous on the front but Eaglewing saw that he was not so on the inside. She did as told and allowed him to father a litter for her to bear.
She gave birth to Mousekit and Snowkit that day. Mousekit was the son Erminetail had wanted but he was much too small and much too sick. He died hardly a moon into life. Snowkit was still frail and she was looked down upon by her father. So that was the end of Erminetail’s reign over Eaglewing. Snowkit was Eaglewing’s life, especially since her three oldest kits had all become warriors. That meant they had little interest in Eaglewing anymore. Snowkit became an apprentice but it hardly lasted a moon before she became a victim to death. It had been a swift battle, nothing more.
So Eaglewing felt alone. Again. That feeling felt recurring oddly enough. Not to fear, Redfur’s here! That tom was something of a flirtatious type. He had every she-cat swooning after him which was something that made him hard to trust as a mate but Eaglewing was willing to give him something others were not: kits. She decided that to win him over in her time of desperation was to give him something the others did not want to give right away. So Redfur pondered this option and agreed. He thought of Eaglewing as a fine she-cat, one that would gift him handsome kits, just like himself. Well, she tried to put aside her family’s open complaints about her willingness to just have litters upon litters with all these random toms. For Eaglewing, it was about having a mate again and that was the point of everything.
Redfur fathered her largest litter that season. Quailkit, Cedarkit, Nettlekit, Heatherkit, Goldenkit, and Brownkit. Not to mention the lone kit found on their territory, Lionkit. Eaglewing was the one to take him in. So her healthy litter of seven was quite the show. But for Redfur, it was a realization that he was not ready to settle down and he returned to flirting with she-cats again. Eaglewing tried to forget about that broken-hearted feeling and settled with raising her kits. Heatherkit died and Eaglewing just put it aside as if it was nothing. This was a sign that worried Whiteface and Ratear. There was something terribly wrong. She had always loved everybody; why would she blow off Heatherkit’s death as if it was nothing?
Well, eventually, she watched the rest of her litter become apprentices and she sort of grew dull. She ignored them as they ignored her. There was no connection between mother and kit, minus the exception of her and Lionpaw. Lionpaw was the only one that tried to connect. But he too was ignored and so he went his own way. Time passed slowly until she neared thirty-eight moons. That was when she fully noticed Cloudthroat. Cloudthroat was a gentle time, quiet, not much of an emotional type. But he was cautious about her and he didn’t avoid her all at the same time. Eaglewing figured that she deserved to be a queen again and she- not him- asked to be mates. Cloudthroat was obviously shocked but he agreed since he was growing older and he had no mate of his own.
She was forty-one moons when she granted him with Ashkit, Birdkit, and Graykit. For the first time in her life, she felt she had found true love. Sootclaw couldn’t even compare to Cloudthroat. She adored that tom and for her it was the end of a troubled time. She treated Ashkit, Graykit, and Birdkit better than the others which caused some jealousy to ripple through her other kits. This especially went for Brownbelly. Her son had taken the idea of being less favored totally out of proportion and he ran away to join a kittypet, later to be named Wilson rather than his given warrior name. For the mother, it was a time to look beyond the issues and focus on her kits.
She was overjoyed as her kits grew. She was no longer as young as she used to be and her newest litter seemed to just flash right through their lives and into adulthood. Graysong, Ashtail, and Birdfeather were her pride and joy, as was the same said from Cloudthroat. He adored his daughter, Graysong, over all of them clearly. They were bonded like ivy to a tree. But tragedy struck as Cloudthroat suddenly was bitten by a deadly adder. It was only a moon into her kit’s warriorhood and their father had died that very night. Everybody was distraught.
Eaglewing promised the body of Cloudthroat to never take another mate unless StarClan fully approved of it. She had loved him too much. While she was mourning, Cloudthroat’s close friend, Shadenose, approached her. He comforted the she-cat even when he himself was ailing from disease. You see, Shadenose had always lingered the road of death. Now the medicine cat had given him a moon to live, no more, no less. Eaglewing listened to his stories of Cloudthroat, how the tom always gave strong praise about Eaglewing and Graysong. She listened to Shadenose go on into the morning light about his jealousy of his friend and his sorrow of death.
She pondered this and mentally asked Cloudthroat if she should dare grant his best friend’s only wish, a kit to hold his name on? Well, she approved of it herself and explained to the ill Shadenose that she’d try to give him a kit. He had always wanted a son after all. What tom didn’t? Shadenose felt overjoyed and he thanked Cloudthroat and StarClan many times. It took about the same amount of times to try getting pregnant with his kits. But that moon came to its end and the tom lay under the moon, dying. Eaglewing lied to him; told him she carried his kits and would give birth to them in a little over a moon. His only request: name the tom, if there should be one, Rook-kit. He had loved rooks. And with that thought, he died. Wouldn’t you know it; Eaglewing was later told she was actually carrying his kits! No lies had been told.
Just as she had predicted, she gave birth to two kits, both frail from the start. Rook-kit and Brindlekit. Eaglewing was not alone, however. Her very own daughter, Graysong, was also in the nursery. But for Graysong, it was not a love of WindClan. She had loved a rogue. Eaglewing heavily disapproved and told her daughter this many, many times. Rook-kit and Brindlekit had grown slightly; stronger with each passing day, and eventually it was time for Graysong to give birth. But it went horribly, horribly wrong. Eaglewing remembers lying beside the dead body of her daughter, all kits dead exempt the small gray tom that had been dubbed Smokekit. Four cats, dead in one night before Eaglewing.
The queen mourned heavily for Cloudthroat’s daughter and she was not as enthusiastic as she should’ve been when her two kits earned their apprentice names. Smokepaw joined them a moon later. Eaglewing watched her grandkit for a while, shocked to see how much he reminded her of Graysong. But eventually, she too grew ill. Many thought it was just sorrow finally eating its way into her but no- it was a mass that had formed on her leg. It caused her excruciating pain sometimes and she believed it was the cause to her weakness. She could not keep fighting it and eventually, StarClan beckoned her to Silver Pelt. She went without hesitation and as she looked back at what she left behind, she feels proud to know many warriors would be gifted to WindClan for her love of those kits. No, she had no regrets the night she died.
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