FINCHSTEP, windclan

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n a m e : Finchstep
a g e : 32 Moons
g e n d e r : She-cat
c l a n : WindClan
r a n k : Warrior
s t a t u s : Schizophrenic
a p p r e n t i c e : None
l o v e . i n t e r e s t : Open...?

d e s c r i p t i o n .

Small . Compact . Brown Tabby . Short Fur . Green Eyes

Small but compact, Finchstep is rather atypical for a WindClan cat. Smaller than most other Clan cats, she was the last to be born in the litter, and has always been the runt. She has small, neat features and delicate limbs, with a thin, whip-like tail. Her ears are living wedges, always twitching some way or another, rarely ever sitting still. She has hard pink paw pads and short, feathery whiskers. Finchstep's eyes are large and glass green, as restless as her ears. They are always shifting, searching, watchful bordering on paranoid. And there seems to be a wild light constantly shining in their depths, making those restless eyes seem... unsettling. Other than that, Finchstep is completely unremarkable. Her fur is short, a regular brown tabby ranging in shade from pale, light brown, to almost black, to a rich red brown that is reminiscent of ancient oak trees.

p e r s o n a l i t y .

Nervous . Paranoid . Irrational . Neurotic . Schizophrenic . Quiet . Shy . Sweet . Caring . Motherly . Insecure . Anxious

Finchstep has always been a little... strange. At first no one really noticed, because kits are always being silly little creatures. But after she got to be a few moons old, no cat could deny that there was something different about her. Finchstep is always glancing around suspiciously as if she expects something terrible to happen and getting upset by things no other cat notices. Though she says very little, when she talks, her way of speaking is quite disorganized, often jumping from one sentence to another without any discernible cause, or occasionally even spewing out word-strings that don't make any sense at all. She spends a lot of her time skirting the edges of camp, avoiding other cats and skulking in the shadows. Finchstep has a very caring heart, and trusts her brothers despite her uncertainty and withdrawal from the world in general, but it is very difficult to get past her extreme paranoia to see the benign cat inside. One notable thing about Finchstep is that she absolutely loves kits because of their young innocence. Despite her fearful delusions, she will inevitably step up for any young cat in danger, even at the risk of her own life.

h i s t o r y .

Firepool, Rowanclaw, and Finchstep were born in early newleaf, a pleasant time to come into the world. From the time that they were born they were inseparable, playing together, eating together, and getting into fights together. As the moons progressed they remained close, but distinct roles emerged among them. Firepool, the oldest, was the most playful, the one who could charm his way out of a fight if he wanted to, but engaged in combat just as often as not. He was also the smartest, and the sneakiest, and most definitely the most relaxed. Rowanclaw was the level-headed one, the dutiful one, and the fighter. Though he was smaller than his brother, Rowanclaw would always win in a fight between them, for he was a natural born warrior. Finchstep, the youngest and the smallest, was quieter than her siblings, but not because she had nothing to say. She was ever watchful, and always had insights into any problems the three might have.

The day the three became apprentices was a day that none of them would ever forget. After the apprentices were assigned their mentors, the newly-named Firepaw heard an older apprentice make a comment about Finchpaw's fitness to train as a warrior. By this time it was well-known in the Clan that Finchstep wasn't completely right in the head, and some cats wondered if it would be wise to let her become a warrior. Firepaw immediately tackled the offending apprentice, and when Rowanpaw and another apprentice joined in the fight, all hell broke loose. Firepaw escaped with a cut over his eye and Rowanpaw had a severe bite on his tail, but the other two apprentices got much worse. Though no cat suffered any lasting injuries, all four of them were confined in camp and sentenced to caring for the elders for the next moon.

After that first fight, the three apprentices progressed normally. The older apprentices made sure not to insult Finchpaw in her brothers' hearing again, and the three of them concentrated on their training as well as they each could. For Firepaw this meant getting yelled at by his mentor six times a day, and Finchpaw was often misunderstood, training away from her brothers. But eventually they all became warriors, and were reunited as the three close-knit cats that they had been throughout their kithood. Once they were warriors, the mutters about Finchstep didn't stop, or even decrease. But with the three of them together, the siblings overcame the challenges that came their way to be loyal warriors of WindClan.

During her second greenleaf as a warrior, when Finchstep was around thirty moons old, she reached a point in her life where she couldn't cope with all the paranoia and suspicion that came with living in a Clan of cats who didn't trust her, and whom she in no way trusted back. Finding no solace even in StarClan, whom she distrusted immensely and had become convinced were out to take control of her thoughts, Finchstep abandoned her nest in the warrior's den and moved into an old rabbit warren with a fellow warrior, Ospreyfang. The two lived a neurotic existence together in relative peace, still living on WindClan territory but for now staying separate from the body of the Clan. It did occur to Finchstep to wonder why her two brothers never came looking for her, but she was too nervous to go searching for them, lest she find that the Clan had turned on her in her absence, and so she remained ignorant. Ignorant of the fact that both had fallen over the side of the gorge and disappeared into the torrent of water below, never to be seen again.

m o t h e r : Berryfur
f a t h e r : Ratstripe
b r o t h e r s : Firepool . Rowanclaw

o t h e r .

Only by Nine Inch Nails

I'm becoming less defined as days go by.
Fading away and well, you might say
I'm losing focus.
Kinda drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself.

Sometimes I think I can see right through myself.
Sometimes I think I can see right through myself.
Sometimes I can see right through myself.

Less concerned about fitting into the world.
Your world, that is.
'Cause it doesn't really matter anymore.
No it doesn't really matter anymore.
None of this really matters anymore.

Yes I am alone, but then again, I always was.
As far back as I can tell,
I think maybe it's because,
Because you were never really real to begin with.
I just made you up to hurt myself.