Post by ° i c y - - on Oct 18, 2011 16:17:23 GMT -6
[/size][/blockquote][/justify]N a m e ∙∙∙
Robinwhisker
A g e ∙∙∙
22 moons
G e n d e r ∙∙∙
She-cat
C l a n ∙∙∙
SkyClan
A p p r e n t i c e ∙∙∙
N/A
M a t e / C r u s h ∙∙∙
Sparrowfur
K i n ∙∙∙
Thundertail - father - NPC
Kestrelheart - mother - NPC
Bristlefur - brother - NPC
D e s c r i p t i o n ∙∙∙
All in all, Robinwhisker's not a very large cat. Her body isn't very long or short, being just decent enough in size. Her limbs aren't very long either, just barely enough to meet the normal length for her age. Long, plumy tail, almost like feathers, almost always seems to find its way around her paws, a dark brown in coloration. The rest of her fur is a chestnut brown shade, tabby markings running down her sides and face. White markings dapple at her muzzle area, and seem to weave into her chest fur as well. Wide hazel-green eyes, almost the size of large pebbles, sit just above her cheeks, a terrified expression almost always in her gaze.
P e r s o n a l i t y ∙∙∙
If one thing stands out most in Robinwhisker's personality, it has to be her shyness around other cats, specifically toms. She just flat-out refuses to speak with anyone that she doesn't know very well, most of the Clan, and sticks around just one or two cats. She does not enjoy most of the patrols with anyone, though she would have to stick with it occasionally. Though patrols with Sparrowfur are an exception.
She has a tendency to be extremely reliant on one cat in specific, a she-cat by the name of Sparrowfur. Best friends since the day they entered apprenticeship, Robinwhisker seems to rely more on her she-cat friend then her own judgement. Perhaps the young warrior relies a bit... too much on her friend.
Being extremely shy does not seem to work very well for her, but not showing any of her emotions at all, she seems like a husk. Whenever something might depress her, for example, she would not show it to any other cat, and instead, just deal with it on her own time. She does not like the thought of pestering someone about her problems, especially if they don't want to listen.
H i s t o r y ∙∙∙
Before
"Thundertail, we're going to have kits!"
"Kestrelheart, that's... amazing!"
This conversation, when the young warrior Kestrelheart, barely above twenty moons of age, occured after Thundertail and her went out in the forest one night for a bit. About a moon passed, and these words were said. The two twined their tails with one another, absolutely pleased expressions shrouding their faces. They were absolutely thrilled.
What came afterward was not exactly the best of results.
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Kithood
After the birth of two young kits, Robinkit and Bristlekit, the young queen Kestrelheart had died, too much blood and pain that took her life in the end. Without a mother for them, they were brought into care by another queen with only one kit of her own. Those two were accepted as her own.
For a few moons, while Bristlekit was playing with his adopted sibling, Robinkit was watching another queen and her kits. Sparrowkit and Yarrowkit didn't seem to have the best of parents.. though it could have been her imagination. She would find out soon enough, right?
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Apprenticeship
To be honest, her mentor was fairly kind to her, even with training. Daisyheart was her name, and a very light and fluffy name that it was. Whenever she took Robinpaw out, it always ended in some lighter training, much to the opposite of her best friend, Sparrowpaw. Robinpaw never really liked her mentor, Bigfoot, and his cruel training methods. So when that day came, she was absolutely horrified at the outcome.
Her best friend, out by herself on a training session, with Bigfoot, of all cats. While Daisyheart dragged her off on a hunting patrol, Robinpaw couldn't help but feel sorrow in her heart. Sparrowpaw, Sparrowpaw... In all honesty, she hoped that the apprentice was going to be alright.
Yet then it happened.
Bigfoot, with a few scratches on his body, was dragging his apprentice into camp, her body covered in dried, and also gushing, blood. Robinpaw couldn't believe it, not at all. When the tomcat had said it was a beast, she could only express denial. It was definitely him that caused this, him that caused her best friend's almost death.
Four sunrises later, and the tabby she-cat was right beside her friend. As worried as she was, Robinpaw was almost sure that she had died, though when she heard her friend's voice, she was relieved. She was okay, she was okay.. When Sparrowpaw explained it to her, all she did was nod, for she just believed her from the start. Bigfoot was not needed in the Clan, most definitely not.
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warriorhood
She managed, with a heavy heart, to reach warriorhood at around the same time as Sparrowfur, previously Sparrowpaw, and was dubbed the name of Robinwhisker. And that best-friend relationship might have turned into something a little more than that. The two always went on patrols with one another, never leaving each other's side. Not for anything in the world. Well, until that one incident happened.
She was to go out on a border patrol, alone, with Sparrowfur's old mentor. From the start she knew it wasn't going to be a great time, and she tried to beg Spottedsky to change it. Though no prevail came, and off the two went. Once far enough away from camp they were, he struck. Before she knew it, she was panting on the floor, injuries on her body.
Somehow, she managed to get back to SkyClan's camp, and under the care of Sandcloud for a while. Although, when Sparrowfur had heard of this, she had told the warrior that there was no need to worry about her previous mentor any longer. Before she knew it, Bigfoot was dead.
And Sparrowfur had killed him.
After she had healed, it was off to regular patrols ans schedules. All was peaceful, and Robinwhisker's and Sparrowfur's friendship blossomed.
R o l e p l a y s a m p l e / O t h e r ∙∙∙
NYET.
