Post by Pyro on Aug 3, 2009 16:44:18 GMT -5
I want a diamond, I really do|
Russetwhisker.
I think that you should give me one |
She-cat.
Then you can prove your love is true |
And that the gift giving has just begun|
Warrior.
I want that diamond, I want that thing|
A tennis bracelet, a ring|
Russetwhisker believed in StarClan, quite firmly, surprisingly. It made sense to her - cats must go somewhere when they die, and StarClan did seem to fit. Leaders really did appear to have nine lives, and Medicine Cats seemed authentic to her. Of course, it may be more accurate to say that she believed in StarClan because it is the only thing that had been presented to her. If a more logical higher power could be supplied she might have been willing to consider its existence.
However, no such power came forward. Thus, the clans had to be deriving their miracles from StarClan. As such, she fervently believed in StarClan. But for all her belief in StarClan she didn't really have anything against those who don’t believe in them. They have chosen a path out of StarClan’s Grace. Let them walk it. They will find out the truth one way or another, whether it be during their life or after their death. Sure, she’d cite examples to try and convert them, but in the end, what’s the use of trying to change someone who won’t change? PineClan seems to be doing fine…but perhaps they are a fluke. Comradeship in any case can surely not be the reason they‘ve survived for so long. One could do things alone just as easily as with others. Better-sometimes. If it weren’t for StarClan, surely none of the other clans, including her own, would survive. Comradeship. What a joke.
It better shine, it better cut| [NP]
Loners, Lex [father] and Sonia [mother]. Both are dead.
I know it is expensive but| [NP]
Chalk [she-cat] and Nike [tom]. The other kits in her litter died soon after birth, and Sonia never tried to have any more.
What other way can you make four months of your measely salary last a lifetime| [NP]
No other kin that she knows of.
And what other thing have I ever asked you for, besides|
No mate as of yet.
The ability to read my mind|
Crushes. She is above such frivolities.
And I didn't get that either, Yet|
No kits yet.
I want that diamond, I want it so|
No apprentice.
All of my irritating friends will know|
Russetwhisker's short fur was rather pretty, in her own opinion. She didn't really care what other’s thought of it, though many would agree with her. It was a reddish-orange-brown color all over, getting lighter toward the middle of her underbelly. She had a black stripe starting from the middle of her forehead (beginning in smaller stripes and thickening downward) all the way to the tip of her tail. The fur of her sides had a bit of gray in it. She had a large number of black spots along her body and stripes around her face and legs.
Her eyes were a serious pale green. While normally passive and uninterested, they had been known to harden to chips of ice during a heated argument or when one her own comments is contradicted. Her whiskers were long and a bit curved, and her tail was about two inches longer than normal. The tail, which on occasion seemed to have a life of its own, was pretty good indication of her mood.
She was a bit on the large side, especially for a female. Its agile build helped to keep her from looking too masculine though.
That I have worth, not only that|
Russetwhisker was strong, first and foremost, through and through. Nothing seemed to break her mentally; she was a solid, unshakable support, for everything she had had happen to her. Her loyalty rested with the Warrior Code and StarClan, first and foremost, and then the Clan itself, and then her Leader.
She was a reserved cat, who did not have any close to her and yet was there for everyone if there is real need that she be, albeit reluctantly. She was quietly confident and collected, always serious, and closed-off to everyone around her. She was not shy, afraid, or anything else, she just prefered her own company and to count on herself alone. Failure was never an option. And if she only had to worry about her own actions and how she was doing something, then it could be better avoided.
Russetwhisker was very intelligent and sharp, and because she was just... there to most others, in the background - never a true part of their lives, on the edge of their vision, with only the rare interaction - she was often overlooked and observed things about others that even they didn't know. She connected the dots very easily, though she tended to keep out of others' business. She simply liked to be informed.
Perhaps this was a reason why she counted on only herself. She saw and knew other cats, and believed it was better she worked with herself, only partnering with others when necessary or commanded. She was arrogant and proud in that way, of her abilities; however she did know her limits and never tried to go past them, unless it was demanded of her by the Warrior Code, StarClan, the Clan, or her Leader.
It would be too harsh to say that shewas hated by everyone. However, it would be too naive to say that she was liked by everyone. She was counted on and relied upon, yes, because she had proved she can be, but her strictly cool, professional and sometimes somewhat rude attitude with all she encountered turned them off, unless they were just a bit different. She was not treated with any more than strained politeness by most, which she was fine with.
She did not suffer fools well, though she rarely let her temper free, and if someone challenged her, she would accept it.
But that you love me even though I'm fat|
Russetwhisker was a very focused, very intense cat. Her mind was sharp, and so were her senses, and as such, she was an excellent hunter and only slightly worse tracker.
She was also quite good at stealth, silence and moving about terrain, but her coat could give her away at times, depending on the current season and location or if she couldn't find adequate camouflage.
Russetwhisker very, very rarely ever lost her target, be it cat or prey.
Her fighting was average, nothing spectacular. It was enough to keep her alive against most cats, or until she could get backup. Or retreat, which grated on her.
The thing she was worst at is teamwork. She worked with others only when she was asked to by Leader or Deputy, or when it was necessary for them to act as a team for survival (and sometimes she ignored even that, if she didn't believe the need was great), and even then it was with a certain reluctance and distaste.
I want that thing, I want it now|
Russetwhisker had always been a more reserved cat by nature, though not always to the extent she was before she died. She came by this trait because of the cats she'd been around for most of her life.
Russetwhisker was born as Cola, a sound that her mother had heard the twolegs use that was nice to her. She named all of her kits that way. She didn't know what the words meant, of course, but she liked them all the same.
Unfortunately, when Cola was born, it was the dead of winter. It was freezing cold, several inches of snow on the ground, scarce prey... They did all they could for the kits, but they slowly died, even when Lex and Sonia found an old, run-down shed to shelter them from some of the weather. They just weren't strong enough after so much exposure from the poor places they'd had to hide out in.
Cola did last, though. She was the least sickly, and when she was the last one left, Sonia did her fiercest to protect her, keeping curled around her at all times, as did Lex when he wasn't hunting for them.
Eventually winter passed and Cola grew stronger and older, and when she was five moons old they left the shed and continued on their way, teaching her hunting and fighting along the way. Cola picked up on hunting surprisingly quick for a kit, and only got better…but her fighting left much to be desired.
They traveled alone for two more moons before they came upon a Twolegplace, and decided to rest there for a while. Cola was not impressed with the bullying cats who lived in the area, and despised the fact that her parents tried to make friends with them and join their gang.
It was a gang, too.
The cats were strong enough in number to pretty much 'run the town', so to speak, and Cola's parents, the poor, naive things, wouldn't have had much of a choice other than to obey them anyway.
They soon found out that they had made a mistake in coming here.
They were put to work relentlessly, though it was disguised as more than slavery at first. Cola resented them all, and felt let-down that her parents had walked them into this trap, and once they found out, didn't do much of anything to try and get out, despairing they were of the condition they were reduced to. They were weak, and let themselves and Cola be treated badly.
During this time, Cola learned to be silent and observe how the cats acted around each other, and learned a great deal about a variety of personalities, and the details and facets they had. She learned to act, and to predict how others would respond to her, though she didn't bother to use those skills, really. She just wanted to be aware.
And that included studying the Twolegplace's layout and the guard and border patrols of their captors.
Cola was going to escape; whether or not her parents would come was up to them.
They had been there for six moons when her parents, who weren't the best in the gang, 'messed up again' and ended up getting themselves killed. Cola watched with conflicting emotions, rage and indignation the strongest, followed by sorrow and regret.
Cola escaped that night, slipping effortlessly through the Twolegplace in the cloak of night.
She traveled around for the remainder of the year leading up to the point where she joined MeadowClan. She went with other small groups of loners or rogues, stayed for short periods of time with other, larger groups, and went on her own, never making permanent attachments, constantly being watchful. She always, however, steered clear of Twolegplaces.
At the time when she came upon the newly starting MeadowClan, she was immediately drawn in by the structure of the Clan cats' lives, instantly knowing that that was how she wanted to live.
The Clan cats appeared competent and orderly, yet welcoming and warm at the same time. The last two honestly did not hold any attraction for her, but the idea of living in a group that cared for everyone in it and protected them was a grand treat for her.
A solid, dependable home sounded good.
So, she became part of MeadowClan's fold and accepted the name Russetwhisker.
And life was good for a time. MeadowClan became her family, even if she didn't talk with many of them enough to be called 'social'. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. While out hunting one day for her clan a fox came on to the territory. The fox was downwind from her. She never saw it coming. As its teeth sunk into her back, she tried to fight back but to no avail-it was too late. And so she left the comfort of her family to find another...in the grace of StarClan.
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp