Post by Yoko on Oct 16, 2009 15:36:02 GMT -6
Name: Tanglefang
Age: 37 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Apprentice: None
Rank: Queen
Mate/Crush: Palestripe (deceased)
Kin: Skunkkit; Whiteflower (kit) (deceased); Darkfang (deceased); Silverpaw (kit)(deceased); Blackpaw (kit) (deceased) Her siblings, mother and father shall be unnamed unless anyone volutneers.
Description: She is beauty in a different light. Tanglefur is named obiously for her long crinkled silver fur. Her coat is extremely thick in leaf-bare so she sheds a lot (two words, not one) in greenleaf. Despite the occassional knot, her fur is actually evenly distributed. Beneath her fur whe is slightly muscular but she's lost much of her warrior form from being a queen for so long. Her tail is as thick as the rest of her and of average-length.
Her face is broad, but her muzzle is still distinguishable when she turns sideways. Her eyes are pale green, but they almost always have a sharp edge to them. Her ears stick straight up but have rounded tips.
Personality: To call Tanglefang the meanest cat in RiverClan does her no justice. She's far crueler than that. Tanglefang is not only sharp-tongued, but cold of heart as well. Her comments are not sarcastic, but tend to be biting true and spoken with venom. Her sense of pride reaches profound arrogance. She despises all other clans and only likes her own because she was born there, not because of her clanmates or loyalty to her leader. She did not love her mate, but took him sense he was the only one who would have her. The only thing she ever cared for was her own kits, and that was only throughout their kithood. The more they grew the greater she felt disappointment in them and wanted to have another.
History: Tanglefang was born to a bitter old queen who'd just lost her mate. Her kithood was filled with days of her mother's constant berating of how she could never do anything right. As if her self-esteem was not low enough, the other kits were ever-teasing of Tanglekit's knotty, often dirty, fur. For the first few moons of her life she was a quiet and depressed kit.
The night of her apprenticeship brought her no joy. Her mother had already assured her that she would never mature into a fine warrior like her siblings. Why bother? But after a few nights in the apprentice den Tanglepaw began to realize: her mother was no longer watching her. Every move she made was free of speculation and critism. The apprentices still teased her though, but now Tanglepaw began to see and let their teasing be her fuel. She would be a great warrior! Better than any of them! Then she could claw their mouths off!
Her fur was an issue in training of course, but after a few moons are harsh, seemingly endless practice, she became the best fighter amongst the apprentices. This of course led to fights in the apprentice den, but after a few tussels the other apprentices gave up. They hated her even more, but they refused to even acknowledge her existence.
It mattered not. For her fighting skills, she was named Tanglefang. She remained unchallenged for moons to come. But, as she progressed as a warrior, she began to realize that the clans were more peaceful now. There were many skirmishes, but overall there was no need for her fighting talents. Patrols bored her, and chores were a pain. She needed something new to pursue, but what else was she good at? Then it struck her! Her mother had been raised into glory by having trained so many fine warriors. Why couldn't she as well? But being a queen required a mate.
Palestripe, a black and white tom with little interest in love, agreed to father her kits on the presumption that he would remain anonymous.
Her first litter was born in New Leaf. They were two strong healthy kits, a she-kit and a tom, Whitekit and Darkkit. She felt deeply bonded with them and loved them very much. She nurtured them to apprenticeship and checked up regularly with their mentors. However, it became clear that Darkpaw was a poor hunter and very lazy; while Whitepaw was a poor fighter and lacked focus. After a few moons of bad reports, Tanglefur moved on, ignoring her kits whenever they passed the nursery.
Her second litter was born two leaf-falls after the first. They were healthy toms, named Silverkit and Blackkit. Tanglefang loved them quite a bit less. Now she new true greatness started in kithood. She began training her kits at four moons old secretly. She snapped at them constantly and wouldn't allow them to play with any others. By the time they were apprenticed, Darkfang and Whiteflower had died, Darkfang by drowning and Whiteflower in battle. But Tanglefang paid no mind to that. She had new kits. They came along great in their training, blazing through lessons with ease. However, in Leaf-bare, both caught Green-cough and died quickly. The medicine cat was baffled. Some believe StarClan took the kits from Tanglefang because she was so cruel.
Tanglefang decided she'd attempt one last time. And the last time it was, for Palestripe died in a badger attack shortly after Skunkkit's birth. Skunkkit is a runt. His mother despises him. How will he become great! But he's her last chance. She will be harsher on him than any before!
Roleplay example: $
Other: She won't cause much trouble cause she's in the nursery, right?
*smirks*
I killed her kin because I can't play them all. If anyone really likes any of them though, I can change it so they're playable.
