warblerstep [FOG]

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Name | Warblerstep

Gender | Female

Age | Twenty-three moons

Rank | Warrior

Clan | FogClan

Beliefs| Warblerstep has a wavering belief in StarClan. She isn't as faithful as other cats, but there's a small corner in her mind that says that StarClan is there to help her.

The reason that her belief is on the fragile side is because sometimes, the whole notion of it makes no sense. Leaders having nine lives is a bit over the top, and when disasters occur, what does StarClan do? Nothing. Warblerstep argues with herself whenever the word 'StarClan' is brought up in a conversation, and feels slightly uncomfortable when asked about her opinion on it. But of course, a snappy, "Sure they exist. What do you think I am, stupid?" is a great way to cover her true feelings up, eh?

Parents | Brightwhisker - Mother [NP] ; Unknown Father [NP]
all deceased

Siblings | Beechpelt - Brother [NP]
condition unknown

Mate | None

Crush | None

Kits | None

Apprentice | Not yet

Appearance | Warblerstep bears a short, beautiful pelt with a slight classic tabby pattern. The base color is a light brown and tan, with random black hairs scattered around. Her markings are painted a rough, black-brown, and get lighter nearer to her head. Her legs are barred with a complex set of stripes, and a creamy fawn smudges her underbelly and chest/throat. To maintain her balance, this she-cat is assisted with a long, thin, and whip-like tail.

Warblerstep's build is not that different from any other athletic, lithe female of the Clans. Muscular, yet slender, her body contains hard and battle-ready strength. Still, powerful and large-boned felines can still overpower her in a fight. Her height makes her a noticeable cat in the crowd. She is a tall tabby and has long back legs, longer than her fore legs, which gives her the ability of jumping slightly higher than others. She walks in a fashion that looks as if she's galloping in slow motion, her hindquarters moving evenly with the rest of her body.

This warrior's facial features are definitely something to look at, however.
Her large ears are slightly tufted at the tip, giving her wedge-shaped head a jaunty look. A complicated, inky design adorns her forehead, common in most tabbies. The fur around it looks quite prickly from the different fur colors; tan, brown, cream, white, and black. Her muzzle is white and bristles with white whiskers, while a brick-red nose rests on top. Warblerstep's vivid, light green eyes are her most captivating features. They have a yellow tinge in them if you look closely, surrounding a night-black pupil. A dark 'tear-line' runs sideways across her cheeks.

To put it simply, Warblerstep is a light brown tabby with a lanky structure and stunning green eyes.

Personality | Warblerstep is, well, a grouch.
She's the kind of cat that never laughs, unless it's something absolutely hilarious like an apprentice doing a face-plant on the ground. Reserved and grumpy, she acts more like an 100-moon elder than someone that's barely reached their second year. But most times, her grouchiness has been 'mastered' in such a way that instead of being snappy right back, you feel like laughing at her dry remarks.

At least she's honest. I doubt she's ever told a lie in her life. But this often leads up to this:

CAT NAME: I hope I won't fail in my assessment... do you think I'll fail, Warblerstep?
Warblerstep: Yeah. You'll lose big-time.
:/

Warblerstep dislikes irrelevance and frivolous activities, believing that life is too short to be wasted on silly games. Warriors should act like warriors, not goofy, playful kits that find a moss ball the most greatest thing in the world. So she will probably never be found near the nursery. All that constant mewling irritates her and makes her temper flare even more. This she-cat is probably most well-known for her sharp tongue. Sarcastic comments are always ready to pop out at the exact moment needed.
Warblerstep is incredibly aggressive to anyone outside of her Clan, and doesn't care about whether she goes to a Gathering or not. In her opinion, the Gathering is just a place to learn her enemies' weaknesses and strengths, so that she'll always be prepared for battle.

Surprisingly, she has some friends.
She's never exactly said that out loud, of course, or even been overly-kind to any of them. But if she likes you, she likes you. And it shows in all of her tiny little gestures.

Skills | If cats got graded on their skills, Warblerstep would have a B for hunting, a C for fighting, a F for swimming, and an A+ for tracking. She loathes water and is not a very patient hunter, choosing to spring as soon as her prey notices something unusual instead of waiting for it to relax and continue foraging. But with her sensitive nose, she is a great tracker and can pick up the faintest scents. It's as if she has her own little compass inside her head.
Warblerstep is more of a strategist that a head-on fighter, so she plans out all her moves before she attacks. Here's a secret; catch her off-guard and it's quite difficult for her to escape.

Just... don't tell her I said that. -__-;;

History | Brightwhisker was her mother.
She never knew her father.
Warblerstep's earliest memories are cloudy and jumbled up. However, she does remember lying on a soft pile of leaves, grass, moss, and discarded feathers. And she still can feel the warmth of another furry bundle beside her. The rest is all hazy.

Brightwhisker was once called Flash. She was a middle-aged cat with no intention of ever having kittens. She had never really cared for them. Sure, she'd rescue one from a river and she'd help a lost kit back to it's mother, but the thought of having her own never really crossed her mind. But when a tom she didn't even know the name of, attacked her and made her his mate, she became pregnant. Flash fought and wrestled her way free when the terrible deed was done, and slashed her opponent viciously on his face. Then she galloped off, feeling miserable and scared. That was how Warblerstep and her brother came to be.

Three moons later, Flash was blessed with two healthy newborns. She raised them with no emotions of loathing or spite, because it wasn't their fault she hadn't wanted them in the first place. Warblerstep's name was Elka, and her brother's name was Beech. They weren't named until three weeks passed, when it was clear that they were strong and could survive the harsh law of the wild.
Flash died a year later.

Beech was an aggressive and arrogant tom, always picking fights with lone cats and his sister. Elka was forced to become cruel and hard in return, forming a steely surface over her heart to block her kind emotions. She began to hate him.
And then she left, simple as that.

Elka roamed the forest of her own then, trying to live on Twoleg scraps and the prey she managed to catch. Often, she had to battle for her meal and most of the times, she lost and was forced to surrender her food. The tabby became thin and weak, finding no point in living. However, when the Clans arrived and decided to settle, she instantly saw her new life.
Patrolling, eating plump prey, gaining loyalty, fighting for her Clan, and most of all... there was a point. A goal. Something to aim for. Elka aimed to be a great warrior and to serve her leader well.

That was what she wanted, and with pride she accepted her new name: Warblerstep.

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