Post by { i z z i e } on Dec 27, 2010 15:15:57 GMT -6
Name: Dawnstorm
Age: 23 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: ShadowClan
Apprentice: None?
Rank: Warrior
Mate/Crush: No.
Kin: Nettlefang, Larkflight;
Description:
The palest of the kits in her family, her appearance is more similar to her father's. Much of her fur, especially that on her chest and stomach, is a creamy white color, along with her ears and paws. The white is mottled, however, with ginger that she gets from her paternal side of the family. There is the typical tabby "M" on her forehead, and her front legs and tail are striped with ginger.
Much of her back is a light orange shade, and there is a flush of the ginger color under her eyes and over her nose, sort of in the area where freckles might be. Her eyes are a piercing gold, with a barely noticeable ring of green around the pupils. Perhaps Dawnstorm's most striking feature, though, is her demeanor. She walks stealthily, always on the defense and prepared to leap to the offense at the slightest provocation. The she-cat carries herself almost regally, but with a wary expression, as if she expects an attack at any moment.
Perhaps she is right to expect it.
Personality:
Dawnstorm is small, pretty, and quiet. You'd probably expect her to be sweet, and you'd be dead wrong.
Probably the scariest member of her whole family, Dawnstorm is neither actively disdainful like Nettlefang, nor volatile like Larkflight. She is cool, level-headed, and above all, she is always watching.
Though it's a good idea to stay a safe distance away from all of the siblings, Dawnstorm is the one you really don't want to upset. More bloodthirsty than her elder brother and more self-controlled than her younger brother, the cream-colored she-cat can violently cut down those she especially dislikes, without a drop of remorse. Even more worrisome, she, like Nettlefang, has inherited her grandfather Whippersnapper's cunning -- you can be sure that she'll make herself look totally blameless.
Knowing Dawnstorm, she'd manage to start a war between Clans in the process. Knowing Dawnstorm, she's hoping to.
Dawnstorm is very loyal to her family, usually shooting threatening glares at anyone she thinks is getting too close to her brothers, and they are both fond of her in their own ways. The she-cat is Larkflight's caretaker of sorts, and one of the few who Nettlefang has any respect for. Though she's not as charming as Nettlefang or as friendly as Larkflight, she is apathetically civil to most cats.
(Even if she secretly wants to rip their throats out.)
History:
Once upon a time, there was a ShadowClan tom known as Creepereye. Creepereye was a proud, handsome young cat, intent on seeing his bloodline continue, but all of the she-cats avoided him due to his extremely intimidating demeanor. (Even by ShadowClan standards, Creepereye was... well, creepy.) What was he to do? He searched all through the Clan for someone who could potentially carry his kits.
The search seemed to be fruitless. Then, one day, he met Sillygoose, the ditziest she-cat in all of ShadowClan. At last, there was someone who didn't fear Creepereye, mostly because she was too oblivious to notice his maniacal laughter as they walked in the moonlight.
Sillygoose may not have been a genius, but she served her purpose well -- she soon gave birth to a litter of five kits. This was potentially problematic, as it was Leaf-bare; weather was cold and prey was scarce. Creepereye, being his creepy self, decided to take matters into his own hands.
Three of the five kits were dark brown tabbies, like their mother, while the other two took after their father. So Creepereye figured he would kill the three tabby kits, thus giving the Clan fewer mouths to feed and removing any contamination from the bloodline. He managed to kill two of the kits while everyone was out of the queens' den for a Clan meeting, but Sillygoose walked back in before he was able to dispose of the third.
"What happened?" she cried in exaggerated shock, rushing over to her kits.
"Uh... well, I was just checking up on them, and it turns out these two are dead," replied Creepereye awkwardly. "You know, it's Leaf-bare and all, so probably from sickness, or starvation, or... something..."
Well, Sillygoose, not being the brightest she-cat around, believed him. Unfortunately for Creepereye (but fortunately for little Lark-kit), her father Whippersnapper did not. And so one morning, while they were on patrol, Whippersnapper shoved Creepereye onto the Thunderpath, where he was hit by a car. Not long afterward, Sillygoose died while out hunting -- she fell out of a tree. ...No one is completely sure how this happened.
In any case, the three surviving kits (in order of age, Nettlekit, Dawnkit, and Lark-kit), were mostly raised by each other. The other queens helped, but the kits were too much like Creepereye for anyone to really be comfortable around them. When they turned six moons old, the kits became Nettlepaw, Dawnpaw, and Larkpaw, and moved out of the nursery, to the great relief of all its other inhabitants.
Their apprenticeship was more or less normal. Nettlepaw was highly ambitious, Dawnpaw hard-working and driven, and Larkpaw a bit of a slacker, but nevertheless skilled enough. About half a year later, the three recieved their warrior names, and became Nettlefang, Dawnstorm, and Larkflight.
By this point, the influence of their father that was so noticeable in their kithood was less immediately obvious. Nettlefang was often rude, and clearly had high ambitions, but that was something rather expected of a ShadowClan cat. Dawnstorm's rather scary air could be put up with, as she was a skilled hunter and fighter, and Larkflight, while prone to fits of rage, could also be reasonably friendly.
But the traits that made them so worrying as kits are far from gone.
Roleplay example: *rolls*
Other: Belarus cat.
Accepted 