Post by Kitty on Feb 4, 2010 21:25:54 GMT -6
Name: Stripedpelt
Apparent Age: 118 moons
Real Age: 688 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: StarClan
Former Clan: ShadowClan
Mentor/Apprentice: None
Rank: Elder
Mate: Ravenwing
Kin:
Parents:
Honeyfoot - She-cat (Deceased)
Silverclaw - Tom (Deceased)
Siblings:
Rosekit - She-cat (Deceased)
Featherpaw - She-cat (Deceased)
Kits:
Tinyfoot - She-cat (Deceased)
Hawksong - She-cat (Deceased)
Rippleflight (Ripplestar) - She-cat (Deceased)
Toadclaw - Tom (Deceased) {Claimed by Sydney}
Yellowpaw - She-cat (Deceased)
Redwing - Tom (Deceased)
Icekit - She-cat (Deceased)
Grandkits:
Squirreltail - Toadclaw and Rabbitnose's son (Deceased)
Birdtalon - Toadclaw and Kestreltail's son (Deceased)
Featherfur - Toadclaw and Kestreltail's daughter (Deceased)
Lilypaw - Toadclaw and Kestreltail's daughter (Deceased)
Nightpelt - Toadclaw and Kestreltail's daughter (Deceased)
Albert - Toadclaw and Newberry's son (Deceased)
Alberta - Toadclaw and Newberry's daughter (Deceased)
Fogheeart - Toadclaw and Dawnclaw's son (Deceased)
Smokethroat - Toadclaw and Dawnclaw's son (Deceased)
Creamspots - Toadclaw and Dawnclaw's son (Deceased)
Tawnycloud - Toadclaw Kestreltail's daughter (Deceased)
Falconflight - Toadclaw and Kestreltail's daughter (Deceased)
Finchclaw - Toadclaw and Kestreltail's daughter (Deceased)
Thrushfeather - Toadclaw and Kestreltail's son (Deceased)
Talonstripe - Toadclaw and Stormpetal's son (Deceased)
Blackpaw - Toadclaw and Stormpetal's son (Deceased)
Rushkit - Toadclaw and Kestreltail's son (Deceased)
Crowtail - Toadclaw and Dawnclaw's son (Deceased)
Cloudkit - Toadclaw and Dawnclaw's son (Deceased)
Streamface - Toadclaw and Rosetail's daughter (Deceased)
Fernpaw - Toadclaw and Poppyleg's daughter (Deceased)
Ashpaw - Toadclaw and Poppyleg's daughter (Deceased)
Mistflower - Toadclaw and Brookpaw's daughter (Deceased)
Hollyfoot - Toadclaw and Brookpaw's daughter (Deceased)
Stripedfur - Toadclaw and Kestreltail's daughter (Deceased)
Ravenbelly - Toadclaw Kestreltail's son (Deceased)
Toadfoot - Toadclaw and Kestreltail's son (Deceased)
Batwing - Toadclaw and Stormpetal's son (Deceased)
Ratstep - Toadclaw and Stormpetal's son (Deceased)
Frogleap - Toadclaw and Stormpetal's son (Deceased)
Rookfeather - Toadclaw and Stormpetal's son (Deceased)
(Thank you, Toadclaw, for your many kits.
)Various great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-however-many-greats-needed-to-catch-up grandkids, including Sablepaw and Whiteheart.
((Lemme know if you want your cat here. Just about every SC cat could be related to her in some way. XDDD))
Death: Old age
Description: Stripedpelt's most immediately notable feature is, well, her striped pelt. She has a soft silvery base coat color, which ranges from light to medium in colors around her pelt, getting lighter near her belly and head. But there are thick, black stripes running down her sides and head. Its as if someone spilled ink on a light gray cat, resulting in irremovable stripes. Her tail is nearly solib black, with only a bit of silver peeping through to visibility. Her legs, though, seem completely stripeless. After a certain point, her stripes are nonexistant on her legs. Only her silver base color is there. Her fur is thick and short, and it repels water easily, keeping her dry in rain and warm in leaf bare, although she gets hot easily in greenleaf.
Stripedpelt has a slightly smaller-than-average build. Her legs, although shorter than usual, are muscular. She has broader shoulders than most she-cats and her back legs are unusually strong. Her tail is long and has fur that is longer than the rest of her pelt. Her head is roud, with average-sized ears sitting a pretty average distance apart. Black stripes run between them across the top of her head, and more wrap around the side towrds her eyes. Stripedpelt's eyes are nearly the exact same color as her silver base coat. They're just tinted with a bit of green. Her nose is black-brown, with white and black whiskers coming out of her muzzle around it. Some of them have been ripped out from moons of Clan life. Her pelt is laced with scars, and as she aged, it had an effect on her. She became weaker, but as soon as she joined StarClan, those problems were abruptly fixed. Stars are in her fur now. She was once a beautiful she-cat, and that can still be seen on occasion.
Personality: At first glance, Stripedpelt is a she-cat that keeps to herself. She doesn't force herself on any cat, and doesn't go sticking her nose into other cats' business. She's gentle, and very observant. Almost too observant, actually. Its hard to lie to her because she's very good at reading cats. If something's wrong, she might call you out on it, but if you don't want to talk about whatever it is, she won't pursue it. She'll just change topics. She doesn't really go out of her way to make contact with other cats, but she won't deny the oppurtunity for conversation. She is caring of most every cat.
This kitty does have a bad side, though - not that every already mentioned was good, exactly, but still. She has this thing about revenge - especially if you hurt a cat that she loves. She's a master of plotting things out - "accidents", you might call them. For example, let's say a cat has just hurt her best friend, whether it be in a fight or with words or otherwise. She will then spend the next few days trying to figure out a way to get back at said cat...without making it look like she did it, of course. Said friend-hurter walks by a tree that just so happens to have a loose limb that falls on them? Just an accident. What proof do they have against her? She was careful to never permanently injure them, though. Just make them think that perhaps StarClan themselves were getting back at them for what they'd done.
So, she is clever, too, and smart. Over protective, as well, and loyal. She's most definitely a cat you'd want on your side in a war.
History: Stripedkit was the oldest of her litter born alongside two other kits, Rosekit and Featherkit. All three of them were she-kits. Featherkit and Stripedkit were nearly identical, only Featherkit was a little bit smaller and had lighter stripes. Rosekit was the youngest kit in the litter, and it showed. She was a tiny little thing and resembled her sisters in no way. She had a light cream-colored pelt. All three sisters loved eachother very much, and from the moment they were allowed outside the nursery, they were out getting into mischief.
Stripedkit and Featherkit were always the masterminds behind their plans, while Rosekit was content to just follow them around. One day, Stripedkit and Featherkit came up with the ultimate plan: Sneak out of camp. So that's what they did. They waited until the cover of nightfall and for their mother, Honeyfoot, to fall asleep. Then they made their escape, headed by Featherkit. They successfully got out of camp and began exploring the marshes. Featherkit was very smug about their achievement, while Rosekit was just glad to be with her sisters. Stripedkit was more wary. Maybe they'd gone too far? Mother wouldn't be happy with them then!
But before sunrise they made it back into camp, and no cat suspected a thing.
Twice more they snuck out of camp before their fifth moon. Then they were caught. their mother was most definitely not happy with her kits. They were confined to camp and had to help with the elders for half a moon.
By the end of that time, Featherkit was restless, and yearning for something to do. So she proposed that they sneak out, jsut one last time before the apprentice ceremony. Stripedkit refused. If they were caught again their ceremony would be postponed! How awful! But, being the nice little sister that she was, Rosekit foolishly went with Featherkit. Little did Stripedkit know that when they were leaving, something much worse than getting the apprentice ceremony was about to happen.
The two other kits wandered farther than they ever had before, and they found the Thunderpath. It was much smaller than it is now, and easier to cross because it was less busy. But two kits didn't know how to cross a Thunderpath. Rosekit went out to touch the black stuff.
Just as a monster went by.
The monster struck Rosekit's head, and her death was instantaneous. StarClan claimed her, and she joined their starry ranks without ever being an apprentice, much less a warrior.
That morning, the Clan learned of the news. This time, thoguh, Featherkit went unpunished. What worse punishment was there than losing one of the cats you loved most? Rosekit's death affected both of the remaining sisters in a bad way, and it took them, Featherkit especially, several moons to get over it. Featherkit would always blame herself for her smaller sister's death.
The day of the apprentice ceremony approached slowly, but when it arrived, both kits recovered from grief enough to be excited. Newly-named Stripedpaw was apprenticed to an experienced warrior, and Featherpaw to Stripedpaw's mentor's sister. They trained together half the time, and the other half their mentors trained them by themselves.
Stripedpaw's apprenticeship was fairly uneventful. The first few moons, anyway. She progressed at a normal rate. Featherpaw was a fast learned and surpassed her sister soon, but Stripedpaw didn't mind. Whatever helped Featherpaw recover from Rosekit's death fastest.
At the age of ten moons, Stripedpaw and Featherpaw had their first border fight. Although for Featherpaw, it was her last.
They were hunting together. On an assessment, actually. Featherpaw was chasing a squirrel, Stripedpaw chasing her in an attempt to corner their prey. Without even realizing it, the two apprentices crossed the border with ThunderClan. So intent on their prey were they that they barely noticed when three fully trained ThunderClan warriors jumped out of the brambles at them, snarling. Stripedpaw took one look at them and fled, one of the warriors following after her while the other two stayed to chase off featherpaw. It was then that Stripedpaw realized their mistake. They'd accidently crossed the border!
She ran to where she was sure her mentor would be, along with her sister's. And she was right. they were at the border, annoyance sparking in their eyes as they debated on whether or not to go into dangerous enemy territory after their foolish apprentices. Stripedpaw quickly explained the problem, and all three cats went back in in search of Featherpaw. They didn't have far to go, though. Feahterpaw was on her way back to ShadowClan, but now all three ThunderClan warriors were after her. They reached Featherpaw just in time for Stripedpaw to see the biggest one - a black tabby tom - pounce on Featherpaw and bite down hard on her neck. Featherpaw's form went limp and the tom dropped her body to the ground, triumphant.
The three warriors just watched as the ShadowClan cats froze in horror, then approached Featherpaw's body. Stripedpaw let out a wail of grief, but her mentor would not let her stop to grieve yet. The two warriors took up her body, and the ThunderClan warirors let them leave, following them to the border. Stripedpaw followed along more slowly, tail dragging through the dust, grief-stricken.
Only when they were safely in their own territory did Stripedpaw let out a long, low wail. "Featherpaw! ThunderClan took you from me!" she cried as the two warriors lowered her beloved sister's body to the ground. She buried her nose into the now-growing cold body, and when the two took up her body again, she just stared ahead with a glossy look in her eyes. She followed them back to camp almost in a daze. At the vigil that night, she sat wearing the same entranced look, wrapped in her own turmoil and thoughts.
And before long she had a plan. The perfect plan for revenge. Just days after Featherpaw's death, she went back to the border with ThunderClan, which the rival Clan had been patrolling more frequently since the incident. Stripedpaw found a tree on the border and climbed it, locating a branch that was loose enough to break off. And all she had to do was wait after that.
It took a while, but eventually, the large black tom showed up at the front of a patrol. Just before he passed under the tree Stripedpaw was located it, the apprentice's paws came down hard on the branch, and down it went, clattering to the ground. Stripedpaw climbed higher into the tree to avoid detection.
The branch had narrowly missed the tom, just as she'd planned. but it startled him enough that she got the pleasure of watching him jump six tail lengths and let out a yowl loud enough to be heard clear over in WindClan.
The rest of her apprenticeship passed uneventfully. Ever since the death of her only remaining sister, Stripedkit was a more secluded cat. Then the day came of her ceremony.
She approached the leader - Volestar - as he said the ceremonial words, announced Stripedpaw to be Stripedpelt, and then placed her head on the new warrior's while Stripedpelt licked her shoulder. Then the cats all yowled her name and she went to sit with the other warriors. Her vigil passed uneventfully, and then she was a fully-trained warrior.
At about twenty moons, Stripedpelt met - or actually noticed, rather - Ravenwing. He was a few moons older than she. Enough to have become a warrior a moon before she was apprenticed, but still young. And she discovered that she liked the rather large black tom. But somewhere inside her, she despised him. And it took her a couple more moons before she figured out why.
It was because he looked almost exactly like the ThunderClan cat that killed Featherpaw. But when asked if he had kin in other Clans, like so many other cats seemed to have, he denied it. It was just a coincidence. So she sunk back into silent admiration of him.
It took a while for him to figure out that she liked him. More than the usual cat. But it also took a couple moons after that to figure out that he returned those feelings. And so, one night, he brought it up to Stripedpelt. Before long, they were "together". After a couple more moons, they became mates.
They were mates and content with just being togehter by themselves for a while. Then one day, Stripedpelt realized something. She wanted kits. So when she brought it up to Ravenwing, she was excited. He, however, seemed much less enthusiastic. She didn't press him. After a moon or so, she brought the issue of kits up again. He agreed, rather reluctantly, and less than two moons later she moved to the nursery with the announcement of Ravenwing's kits on the way.
The birth was a long and hard, but in the end, all three kits were okay and healthy. She had a little of all she-cats. Her kits were named Tinykit, Hawk-kit, and Ripplekit. Tinykit was small and had her mother's coloring. Hawk-kit mysteriously ended up with the same creamy brown colored fur as Stripedpelt's sister, Rosekit, had. Ripplekit had Stripedpelt's coloring, as well, and reminded her of a kit Featherpaw. She loved her kits as much as she loved Ravenwing, and soon he came to adore them, too, especially when they were old enough to get out and play.
The kits grew older and Stripedpelt watched them, cared for them, despite missing her life as a warrior. Being a queen wasn't too bad, though. She got to stay with her kits. And Ravenwing stopped by often, bringing with him fresh-kill.
Before long, the kits had reached their sixth moon, and their mother thanked StarClan that they'd all made it through kithood to their apprenticeship, unlike Rosekit. They were all apprenticed to warriors she liked and respected.
By then she was just over 40 moons. Ravenwing was a little older. She moved back to the warriors den and resumed her normal life. It wasn't long, though, before she was on a border patrol along the ThunderClan border. Out of nowhere, a rival Clan patrol leapt out at them. The ShadowClan cats were hopelessly outnumbered, and Stripedpelt turned to her newly-appointed apprentice, Rockpaw, and ordered him to get back to camp as fast as he could and tell Volestar. The apprentice took off, and, despite running as fast as he could, help didn't come until the shadowClan patrol had recieved a good many wounds.
Upon the backup's arrival, the ThunderClan cats retreated, with snarled promises of returning soon. Stripedpelt had a bad belly wound and throat wound, and she had to almost be carried back to camp by two warriors, Ravenwing being one of them. The three other cats weren't much better off. Upon reaching camp, all four warriors involved in the border fight were placed comfortably in the medicine cat den. The medicine cat did his best, but one of the other toms involved still passed away. His injuries had been worse than Stripedpelt's, though not by much. Temporarily, the three remaining cats were relieved from warrior duties. It took a moon before her wounds were healed enough to resume her duties, and she was glad to be back. Ravenwing was happy, too. He'd been worried about his mate.
A few more moons passed peacefully, and in that time her kits all recieved their warrior names. Tinypaw became Tinyfoot, Hawkpaw Hawksong, and Ripplepaw Rippleflight. This time Ravenwing suggested having more kits. Happily, Stripedpelt agreed, and soon relocated to the nursery with the announcement again of his kits. This time, it was an easy birth as these things go. No complications. She gave birth to two kits, Toadkit, a tom, and Yellowkit, a she-cat. Toadkit was a black kit, and Yellowkit recieved that mysterious cream color that no one could figure out.
Six moons later, her kits were becoming apprentices again. They were apprenticed to experienced warriors, and again Stripedpelt moved back to the warriors den. Soon after, though, some bad news came back to camp. ThunderClan had launched another attack on a border patrol. Tinyfoot had been a part of it, and sadly she'd joined StarClan. Both Ravenwing and Stripedpelt grieved alongside all of their kits over the death of their kit and sibling.
Life continued peacefully. At her sixtieth moon, Stripedpelt decided to have one last litter of kits, and moved back into the nursery. Their birth, too, was normal as births go. Redkit, a ginger tom (who knew where her kits' colorings came from - Ravenwing said that his father was ginger,too) was the oldest, followed by a smaller mysteriously white she-kit, Icekit. SHe loved these kits as much as the previous ones.
Then came the day that the ShadowClan deputy decided to retire. Volestar - now elderly herself - called the Clan together for a meeting, saying she was going to replace her faithful deputy. She only had two more lives left, so it was crucial she picked this one right. And who did she choose? That's right: Rippleflight. At the announcement, both parents and siblings of Rippleflight were bursting with pride, while the she-cat herself just looked surprised.
It wasn't long before tragedy struck, though. Icekit fell ill with a horrible case of kitten cough. It was leafbare, and the herbs to cure it weren't grown. Despite the medicine cat's best efforts, Icekit was lost to StarClan. Her family members grieved together.
After a couple more moons, every cat in the family had fallen into the pattern of things, despite Icekit's passing. Stripedpelt's kit had become an apprentice and she moved back into the warriors den. Her other kit had become a warrior, too, with the name Toadclaw.
Rippleflight was a pretty good deputy. So when Volestar's time in the forest was up, she trusted her deputy with keeping ShadowClan safe. Then she joined StarClan. Stripedpelt was both grief-stricken and proud at the leader's death. Sad because of her leader's passing, glad because of ehr daughter's new status among the Clans. Rippleflight went to Highstones and recieved her leader name of Ripplestar.
Life continued on. greencough struck the camp one day, though. Two of Stripedpelt and Ravenwing's kits fell prey to it - Hawksong and newly-named Redwing. Redwing recovered, but Hawksong had it worse than her younger brother did. It took nearly half a moon longer than he before she recovered.
Before long, Toadclaw and his mate announced something amazing: They were having kits. Stripedpelt was thrilled at the prospect of more kits in the family. Not even two moons later, soon after the birth of his kits, Hawksong, too, moved into the nursery. A couple moons later her kits were born. Altogether, Stripedpelt and Ravenwing had gained eight new family members.
A couple moons later, Ravenwing retired. He was getting old - older than Stripedpelt, at least. Stripedpelt remained a warrior. She wasn't ready to become an elder quite yet. And only two moons later Redwing's mate, too, was having his kits. Soon after, three more kits were born into the family. Which put all of the kits in the nursery at the time as related. Every kit bonded and grew up as one big, happy family - literally. Toadclaw's kits became apprentices. Soon after, Hawksong's followed, and last of all, Redwing's.
By then, at almost ninety moons, Stripedpelt felt the need to retire. Her mate was getting old, and as he aged, he fell sick easily. In his time as a warrior, he'd rarely ever been sick. But in the time since he'd become an elder, he'd already fallen prey to whitecough. Twice. And when the third time rolled around, Stripedpelt was right there beside him, praying to StarClan he'd get better. Less than a quarter moon passed before the medicine cat announced something dreadful: Ravenwing's whitecough had transformed into deadly greencough. Distraught, Stripedpelt refused to leave her mate's side. It wasn't too much later that Ravenwing joined StarClan's starry ranks.
Filled with sadness, every member of the family mourned their beloved mate/father/grandfather's death. He'd served his Clan long and well, and despite him being dead, Stripedpelt took some consolation from Ripplestar. She promised her mother that she'd be with her father again someday, up there in StarClan. "Someday" just happened to take a long time to get there.
Toadclaw's mate moved back into the nursery, heavy with more kits, at about Stripedpelt's hundredth moon. Two moons later, four kits were added to the family. They loved coming to visit their grandmother in the elder's den and hearing her stories. Her life as an elder was dull and boring in retrospect to her warriorhood. She had plenty to do, though. She could talk to the other elders or complain about aching joints or the weather. Of course, those things weren't always very interesting.
She lived out her life to be an old cat - 118 moons. Which seemed pretty ancient. She died peacefully in her sleep one greenleaf night, and joined her mate, Featherpaw, Rosekit, Yellowpaw, Icekit, and her parents in StarClan. She spent much of her time catching up with them for the first few moons, then just in their company for the next ones. Then she spent a lot of time talking to the StarClan cats, including that evil ThunderClan tom who'd taken Featherpaw's life. Turns out he was really sorry for that - he'd thought they were stealing prey, when all prey was needed for them. ThunderClan had been going through a very prey-poor time, and he hadn't known that they'd chased it off of ShadowClan territory. Looking back on that day, Stripedpelt realized how thin the three ThunderClan warriors had been.
She was fascinated with watching the living Clan cats for a couple hundred moons. There was always something happening down in the Clans. She watched as her grandkids had kits, and then those, too, spreading her kin out through the Clan. She greeted each of her new Clanmates that were related to her. Ripplestar grew to be the oldest of her kits - hardly surprising, since she had nine lives. Even in StarClan, the she-cat was a well-respected one.
Soon, though, all memory of her and her family passed out of knowledge, except for the ones directly related to the ones still in the Clan. Some of her kin showed up in each of the four other Clans - she wasn't too happy when SkyClan was driven out - but although her ShadowClan blood was being mixed, she was pleased that a part of her was present in each Clan.
She lives happily in StarClan, surrounded by cats she loves, and meeting someone new nearly every day. She's one of the oldest ones there, even though many are still older than her. She loves telling stories of how the Clans were when she was there - young cats always seem so entranced by those stories. And she watches the living cats in the forest. Its still one of her favorite things to do.
Stripedpelt - old one, mother of many, caring kitty. Forever watching over the Clan she loves. And all the others, too.
Roleplay example: My hands hurt after that. I apologize for whoever had to read all that. XDD LONGEST. BIO. EVAR.
Other: Meee-oooow.
