Post by :c a i: on Jun 28, 2011 16:23:56 GMT -6
[n a m e] Roseclaw
42 moons
[g e n d e r] Female
[c l a n] ThunderClan
[r a n k] Warrior
Open
[l o v e] Open
[k i n]
Mossfoot (d.) - [Mother, ThunderClan, NPC]
Hailfang (d.) - [Father, ThunderClan, NPC]
Iceclaw (d.) - [Brother, ThunderClan, NPC]
Time could put you to sleep,
Time in a bottle is what I wish I could keep.
Time in a bottle is what I wish I could keep.
[d e s c r i p t i o n]
pale, untouchable, slick, a t t r a c t i v e[/font], tall, s l i m
Roseclaw is a very tall, slender cat with long legs and a narrow frame which gives her a graceful, statuesque air. She takes after her mother in looks with the same frame and build. Her fur is short, sleek and completely white, and somehow always immaculately groomed. Roseclaw is not the friendliest-looking cat since she has rather sharp, angular features, but when she smiles her face is transformed and she looks quite warm. Her face is actually very beautiful with firm lines and a narrow jaw, set off with expressive, slanted green eyes. Her pelt is unmarked since any scars are lost in the pale white fur, and she is altogether a sinewy, attractive she-cat. The overall effect of Roseclaw's appearance is a willowy, long-limbed she-cat with a natural poise and lofty grace, though one with a reasonably brittle exterior. Her looks are almost ethereal; not a sort of warm or relatable beauty, but beauty all the same.[/blockquote]
tough, witty, s h a r p, cool, DISTANT, complex, independent
Roseclaw is certainly not a soft or simpering she-cat and she is wholly capable of looking after herself. Her name is slightly oxymoronic given that the "Rose" would imply a gentler, more feminine cat while "claw" acknowledges her steelier edge. She is strongly independent and stands on her own paws, equipped with a quick tongue and a cool, steady voice. She can be quite sharp, not hesitating to tell off any cat who crosses her, and she has quite a subtly authoritative personality. She is also distinctly mistrustful of the majority of toms and, though she is perfectly content to be good friends with her predominantly male Clanmates, she prefers to set firm boundaries which must not be crossed.
Roseclaw presents an invincible, untouchable front to the world, using it as a defence mechanism against getting hurt. Deep down there may well be psychological issues and past traumas that prove her vulnerability, but they are heavily buried. She has no living family ties and therefore appears to be completely independent. She claims to take care of only herself, because it is simpler than getting tangled up with complicated relationships. She is also remarkably non-judgemental since she considers the affairs of others to be their business, and she usually has no interest in meddling in them. As a result, one admirable trait in Roseclaw is her open-mindedness and her quiet disinterest in condemning anyone else's behaviour, which, though she would protest otherwise, make her an excellent listener. Mostly because that's all she would do - listen, and not presume to judge or preach. Her duties as an individual warrior are what matter to her and if she can avoid it she tries not to get too attached to things, believing that in the end they will be lost. That doesn't mean, however, that certain individuals haven't been successful in worming their way past her cool exterior and coaxed out a reluctant but strong affection from her.
[h i s t o r y]
Roseclaw was born in leafbare, quite fittingly, when there was a lot of snow about. She nearly wasn't even born in the nursery since her mother had rather foolishly decided to take a snowy walk with her father and the kits came early. Fortunately, they were close enough to camp for Mossfoot to get to the nursery with the medicine cat where three kits were born. The youngest was unfortunately a stillborn male, while the two elder kits were a healthy white tom and she-kit. The kits were named for their white fur: the little she-kit named after a white rose and her brother for his icy white fur. For several moons after the kits' birth, all was well and normal. Mossfoot cared for the two kits, Hailfang brought her food and the kits played together in the nursery. Rosekit and Icekit got on well, though they fought viciously from time to time, and it was not long before they were six moons old.[/i]
At this point, Rosekit and Icekit were given mentors and became apprentices. Rosepaw's mentor was a stern, wiry tom named Raveneye who had little patience and demanded a lot from her. At first, however, she dealt with it and it was nothing, she decided, that she couldn't handle. She got stronger from her hard training and punishing exercise and became harsher, less breakable. Meanwhile, Icepaw was assigned a very young she-cat called Daisyheart who was kind and gentle. The two siblings could not have had more different training regimes, which may not have been a problem, except for one great downfall for them all.
Raveneye began an affair with Rosepaw's mother, Mossfoot, some time in the second moon of her training. The truth came out one day when Rosepaw was training with Raveneye out in the hollow. Then, out of nowhere, her father appeared, furious and shouting at her mentor.
"How dare you? My mate! How dare you!" he screamed, charging in and lunging at the black tom. Mossfoot followed seconds later, begging her mate to stop, to think, to talk to her. Rosepaw cowered against the wall, terrified as events unfolded.
"Don't do this, Hailfang, please! I'm begging you! Please! Think of Rosepaw!"
But they didn't listen, and the two toms began to fight, Hailfang furiously attacking in wild rage. Mossfoot tried to intervene, throwing herself between the two, but they were blinded by their anger and they did not stop. There were blurred moments of confusion until a terrible yowl rang out. Somehow one of the toms had slashed Mossfoot's throat and she lay, a bloody mess on the sand. The toms stopped in horror, neither of them knowing which had dealt the blow. Rosepaw had stared in freezing cold shock, watching her mother's last moments.
From then on she was closed off. Her father was a wreck after her mother's death and he died a few moons later, unable to live with the terrible fear that it could have been him who ended his mate's life. He died a moon before Rosepaw became a warrior. She had had a new mentor assigned when the leader found out what had happened, and this time it was a patient tom named Brackenleaf. Raveneye died the next moon, and though he never told her, Roseclaw has always suspected her brother Icepaw had something to with it.
Rosepaw completed her training and became Roseclaw, taking the same suffix as her brother, having developed a steeliness that was a barrier against the early trauma of her apprenticeship. She learnt to defend herself, and she learnt not to rely on anyone, or get too close, because families only ended up broken. That way, when her brother Iceclaw died in a badger attack, she did not cry. She moved on, now without any kin left in the world and a cool, collected picture of authority.
The past would stay in the past, but she didn't trust much anymore.
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