Post by Kitty on Apr 2, 2010 11:27:24 GMT -6
Name: Lilycloud
Age: 105 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: ShadowClan?
Rank: Elder
Mate/Crush: Owltail - Deceased (NPC)
Kin:
Parents:
Stripedwhisker - Father - Deceased (NPC)
Silverheart - Mother - Deceased (NPC)
Siblings:
Palestorm - Sister - Deceased (NPC)
Sleetnose - Brother - Deceased (NPC)
Hailclaw - Brother - Deceased (NPC)
Kits:
Stoneleg - Son - Deceased (NPC)
Silverfur - Daughter - Deceased (NPC)
Rockfoot - Son (NPC)
Mousewhisker - Son (NPC)
Smallpaw - Daughter (NPC)
Smallcloud - Daughter (NPC)
Mistynose - Daughter - Deceased (NPC)
Sparrowflower - Daughter (NPC)
Stormpelt - Son (NPC)
Sageheart - Son - Deceased (NPC)
Bramblefang - Son - Deceased (NPC)
((Kin is definitely open!
))Description: Lilycloud isn't exactly what you would call an average-sized cat. She's a very small, slender she-cat, and as she ages, she grows frailer and thinner, which only empathizes her size. Her legs are a bit long for her size, ending in dainty little paws. Her head has a triangular shape, which only empathizes her big, blue eyes. Her muzzle is topped with a pale pink nose, and long, white whiskers come out on either side.
Her pelt gives her a beautiful appearance, and although age has lessened that a bit, she is still rather pretty. When she was in her prime, there seemed to always be a tom shadowing her her, although once they discovered that she wasn't interested they turned their sights elsewhere. Lilycloud's main pelt color is white, with hints of cream here and there. However, on her head, lower legs, and long tail especially, there is gray tabby stripes. They can't really be considered patches of tabby, though, because it all seems to smooth together. Her pelt is surprisingly nearly devoid of scars, despite her many moons as a warrior, save a couple on her belly and a faint one down her flank.
Personality: At first glance, Lilycloud seems to be exactly like every other elder: wishing for their youth, telling stories, even with the way that getting older affects her. She's a bit grumpier, as in "If the fresh-kill doesn't arrive on time someone's gonna lose an ear!" Overall, you can get from this cat that she's a generally nice cat, caring of kits, and that she sometimes has a sharp tongue, but usually that only happens of bad days.
Its also fairly obvious that her first opinion of you is something she carries throughout her life. She seems to be able to tell the general personality of a cat just by spending a few heartbeats with them and chatting a bit. If you aren't worth her time, she won't waste any time on you, and its up to her to decide whether or not you are. She holds grudges and remembers them for long after she has forgiven the cat. Hurt her in any way again, there's another mark for you on her "Bad list". Too many marks...we'll just say that Lilycloud is not the best cat to get on the bad side of.
What you can't tell at first glance is that Lilycloud is a very determined she-cat. If the fresh-kill doesn't come on time, well, she'll go catch it herself. She believes she's still young enough to hunt and fight and patrol, and demands quarter moonly that she go on patrol, rarely to any avail. Lilycloud will insist that what she says is right, and rarely takes no for an answer. She does sneak out occasionally, to hunt for herself.
The only problem with this? Lilycloud happens to be losing her mind. Old age is affecting her more than she lets on. She tends to hear voices sometimes, maybe even see things. Sometimes she even talks to "other cats". She over-reacts over little things. Her mind is becoming forgetful, and though her age has not much affected her on the outside, it has indeed affected her mind.
History: Lilycloud's life started out as a normal Clan cat's life would. She was born to a pair of middle-aged warriors, Silverheart and Stripedwhisker, the younger middle kit out of two brothers and a sister, Sleetkit, Hailkit, and Palekit. She grew and played and listened to elder stories as any other kit. But it was obvious from the start that she was going to be the prettier of the two she-kits, and as they grew and Lilykit and Palekit noticed this, too, Palekit became jealous. Just a bit, but it was enough for them to argue often.
Kithood passed uneventfully for the four kits, and after a long six moons they were joining the apprentices in the apprentice den. Lilypaw was apprenticed to an experienced warrior, a determined tom that taught her everything she knows about hunting, fighting, tracking, and any other skills warriors needed. He also taught her her determination.
Toms seemed to notice her beauty about halfway through her apprenticeship, but none of them were worth her time (Lilypaw had some rather high standards). She had a few friends, btu her only close one was a she-cat one moon younger than herself: Bristlepaw. The two she-cats did everything together; they even spent more time together than Lilypaw spent with any of her siblings. This, too, made Palepaw jealous. This jealousy was not so easy to avoid; it gnawed at the apprentice day and night, but somehow she managed to keep it locked up, saving it only for times when she was alone with her brothers, without Lilypaw, and then she would hiss through her teeth and gripe and Sleetpaw and Hailpaw could only comfort her with reassuring words.
The time came for Sleetpaw and Hailpaw to become apprentices. It wasn't that Lilypaw and Palepaw were worse than they were, but it was simply the fact that the two had gotten lucky and ended up on a patrol that came across an invading ThunderClan patrol. The two brothers fought bravely, and helped them drive the invaders off, earning them the names of Sleetnose and hailclaw at the age of thirteen moons.
Barely a moon later, Lilypaw and Palepaw followed, becoming Lilycloud and Palestorm. Lilycloud and Bristlepaw remained as close as ever, if not closer, and Lilycloud tried to get on the same patrol as the apprentice friend whenever possible. Only a moon later, Bristlepaw, too, joined the warriors with the name of Bristleheart. Life was good, it was greenleaf, prey was plentiful, and the Clans had been at peace ever since that one ThunderClan patrol incident.
Three moons later, Owlpaw graduated into a warrior, to be known as Owltail. Owltail...there was just something about that brown tabby tom that intrigued Lilycloud. And so she hung around him, befriended him. They became close - not nearly as close as she and Bristleheart, StarClan no. This...this did not help Palestorm and her jealousy problem. Owltail was a handsome tom. Of course Lilycloud would get the handsome tom. But when confronted about it - yes, Palestorm actually worked up the nerve to ask LIlycloud about this one - Lilycloud would only insist that they were only friends. And so Palestorm stopped pursuing any better answer.
Lilycloud never thought she'd go back on her words to Palestorm, but sometimes it can't be helped. A mere five moons after telling her sibling that there wasn't anything going on between she and Owltail, the tom admitted that he loved her. And as soon as he'd said the words, Lilycloud realized that she, too, loved him. And so they became mates. Palestorm was understandably angry.
Ten moons later, life was still good. Lilycloud's relationship with Palestorm was getting better, she was as close as ever to Bristleheart, her brothers still played a large part in her life, and she still loved Owltail.
And...she was pregnant.
Owltail aws ecstatic - Lilycloud was too, but her excitement could in no way compare to the enthusiasm Owltail had for the coming kits. He made his mate move into the nursery a moon before they were due, and always brought her fresh-kill, barely letting her move on her own.
Then the kits were born. A large litter - five of them! The two lovers named them Mousekit (after Owltail's father), Silverkit (after LIlycloud's mother), Rock-kit, Stonekit, and Smallkit. They loved their kits, and a mere moon later Bristleheart joined her in the nursery with kits of her own.
The kits grew quickly, although they were a pawful, and when they hit six moons they became apprentices. Lilycloud returned to life as a warrior willingly, content to wait several more moons before they had kits again.
Her kits continued to grow, and soon four of them were ready to become warriors. Smallpaw, though...she caught greencough, and sadly just days before the ceremony, StarClan claimed her. The rest of the kits, though, became Rockfoot, Stoneleg, Silverfur, and Mousewhisker. Proud, Lilycloud was the cat to call their names loudest at each ceremony.
A few moons passed uneventfully. Finally, Lilycloud moved back into the nursery, heavy with her second litter. Owltail was just as enthusiastic about this one, and history seemed to repeat itself. However, this time, an even larger litter was born. Six kits!
The three she-cats were dubbed Smallkit (in memory of her late sister), Mistykit, and Sparrowkit. The toms were named Sagekit, Bramblekit, and Stormkit. They were a pawful from day one, let me tell you. They grew quickly and mischeviously, and all six kits made it to their apprenticeship, all to be appointed to respectable warriors, and Lilycloud again rejoined the warriors.
Jealous yet again that Lilycloud had so much more than she, Palestorm - who had not yet found herself even a mate - became a bit depressed. She and Lilycloud went out for a walk through the forest one day, near the Thunderpath, when finally Palestorm lost it.
They were walking along the grassy strip beside the Thunderpath when it happened.
Palestorm gave Lilycloud a not-too-gentle shove, sending her tumbling onto the hard black stuff of the monsters' path...just as a monster was coming. Palestorm followed her onto the path, though - she was depressed, and suicidal. The monster's front legs managed to miss Lilycloud, but the back one gave her a blow to the leg. Palestorm, on the other paw, was not so lucky, taking the full force of one of the Twoleg monster's front legs.
Lilycloud struggled off the Thunderpath, feeling depressed and confused - utterly and completely confused. She was hurt by the monster that her own sister had pushed her in front of.
And speaking of her sister, she wasn't moving. At all. Lilycloud limped over to the she-cat - she couldn't let her get pummeled by monsters over and over again, and drug her to the edge of the path with difficulty.
This incident marked the beginning of the downfall of Lilycloud's mind.
She made it hlafway back to camp before she couldn't go any farther, and was found by a search party the next morning, where she was carried back to camp, situated in the medicine den, where her back leg was pronounced broken, her front paw sprained.
This put her out of commision for several moons, and Owltail stopped in multiple times daily to check on her and visit. During this time, she had plenty of time to think. Why had Palestorm done such a thing? Why couldn't Lilycloud have been a better sister to her? If Lilycloud had been kinder, would Palestorm still be alive, and would she not be laying there in the den?
Even worse was when two of her youngest litter - now warriors known as Smallcloud, Mistynose, Sparrowflower, Stormpelt, Sageheart, and Bramblefang - were on patrol near WindClan's border. The two - Mistynose and Sageheart - were ambushed by an unusally large group of loners - six of them! - and brutally killed.
Lilycloud did not take this news well at all, let me tell you.
From then on, everything went downhill. Bristleheart died giving birth to her second litter of kits. Her two remaining siblings caught greencough and joined StarClan. Two more of her kits - Silverfur and Stoneleg - caught greencough at the same time as Lilycloud's siblings, joining StarClan then, too. And to make things worse, Owltail was hunting alone and attacked by a fox. He wasn't too severely injured, because a patrol came to the rescue, but his one bad scratch was infected, and after a four-day battle of trying to fight it off, he, too, joined StarClan.
Lilycloud was old, now, and devastated. At the age of ninety moons, she retired, but refused to remain in camp all day. She'd go hunting, oversee battle trainings, and of course she'd talk to her "friends" that no one else could see - Owltail. Bristleheart. Palestorm. Any deceased kits of hers. All of these cats made rather frequent "visits", and they become even more frequent as she ages.
Even though she's the oldest cat in ShadowClan, she refuses to remain in camp, insisting on going hunting or patrolling - hunting most often. She tells stories, adores kits....
Roleplay example:
Other: After nearly a month of being a WiP, SHE IS FINALLY DONE!
