Post by Blacky on Mar 13, 2011 16:53:36 GMT -5
Name | Willowspots
Gender | she-cat
Age | 16 moons
Rank | Warrior
Clan | Fogclan
Beliefs |
Soul
Willowspots believes in Starclan even tho she wasn't born in the clan. She believes there is a place where cats go after they die. Pure soul's will go Starclan and dark soul's will go to the dark forest.
Parents | Father l unknown [np], Mother: Bell l deceased [np]
Siblings | Stillborn [np] and Jay l deceased [np]
Other Kin | n/a
Mate | not yet
Crush | not yet
Kits | not yet
Apprentice/Mentor | not yet
Appearance |
Body
Willowspots is by far not the largest she-cat. From her body size she could be a apprentice. Her pelt is soft but has a odd coloring. Yes, she is a tabby but her coat is spotted. Along her neck and her legs were where the only stripes were. The stripes and spots stood out against her pale gray pelt being they were black. Her fur is thick but gets thicker in the winter to keep her body warm. Her whiskers are long, swooping, and white. During the Green-Leaf she starts to shed but if she grooms enough daily then it doesn't seem like it is shedding at all.
Eyes
Willowspots has sapphire blue eyes. They seem to be slightly to big for her head giving her a innocent look. Here eyes are a pool of emotions. If her happiness doesn't reach her eyes there is something wrong.
Other
Willowspots also has hard black paw pads from her life in the forest from the age of a small kit. Her nose was also black or a dark gray.
Personality |
Mind
Willowspots often thinks about what happened to her mother and brother. Yet, it rarely distracts her from her daily activities. What does distract her is her size. Around larger cats she feels intimidated and when it comes to have to fight those larger cats it makes her high tail it out of there.
In small groups Willowspots lets her personality of a fairly happy cat shine through. When the group exceeds more then five then she tends to sink more towards the background. She will talk if talked to in these types of groups but otherwise she sits and smiles.
Longfur is the reason she runs so much. Daily she runs from the spot of the attack back to camp. She runs to better herself and she will never forget Longfur for he is the reason she survived to this day. From him rescuing her as a kit then to taking on that fox by himself.
Skills |
Speed like no other
Willowspots because of her small size she can run like the wind. In fact she run's all the time making her stamina even better too.
Hunting
Willowspots loves to hunt. The most fun she has is taking down a rabbit. Her greatest challenge with hunting is taking down birds. She usually ends up with a mouthful of feathers.
Fight or Flight?
With that question Willowspots would rather take the flight unless ordered by the leader. She will fallow the leader's order's almost all the time.
History |
kithood
Willowspots was born Willow to Bell the tiny kittypet in the comforts of a twolegs nest. Her brother Jay and her were the only kits, that survived. Bell often talked about the stillborn, wishing she was with us. The first day Bell took her two, tiny, kits outside was the day Willow became fascinated with forest just beyond the large white fence in the backyard. Bell wouldn't let Willow anywhere near the forest. When Willow turned five moons the twolegs nest caught on fire.
"Momma, What is going on?" Little Willow asked as Bell set her down on the other side of the fence.
"Don't worry, Willow. I'll be back with your brother soon," Bell said franticly and jumped over the fence.
Willow sat it that spot listening to the fire burn. She waited for her mother and brother. The cold wind whipped at her face. A shiver slid down her spine. Willow curled up in a tight ball trying to keep warm.
"Momma, Where are you?" She whispered.
She waited all night in the cold for her mother. In the early morning Willow found a hole in the fence. She crawled in it and saw the once beloved twoleg's nest was a pile of ashes.
"Momma? Momma? Where are you?" She called out over and over again.
Around sun-high Willow was cold and hungry. She had not found a trace of her mother and brother. Stumbling back threw the ash she made her way back towards the fence. The ash clung to her paws and her tail for she was dragging on the ground. Her stomach growled as she found her way back under the fence. Then looked towards the forest and something was looking back. Willow had frozen in spot. The eye's moved out from the bush forming the rest of the cat.
"Don't worry, young one. Your safe now," The strong tom said.
Apprenticeship
The tom that took her into the clan, Longfur, later turned out to be her mentor. Fogclan had taken her in with open paws. Nothing out of the ordinary happened to her during her apprentice years. She got into a couple of must do battles but that was about it.
Warrior
Of course she was happy when she made warrior but not three days after she was hunting with Longfur they ran into a fox.
"Willowspots, run back and get help,"Longfur said.
She nodded her head and took off at top speed. By the time she got back to the clan and then back to Longfur with many other's along side her it was to late. Losing Longfur was harder then losing her mother and brother. She was close to him and wishes she could of been faster.
Gender | she-cat
Age | 16 moons
Rank | Warrior
Clan | Fogclan
Beliefs |
Soul
Willowspots believes in Starclan even tho she wasn't born in the clan. She believes there is a place where cats go after they die. Pure soul's will go Starclan and dark soul's will go to the dark forest.
Parents | Father l unknown [np], Mother: Bell l deceased [np]
Siblings | Stillborn [np] and Jay l deceased [np]
Other Kin | n/a
Mate | not yet
Crush | not yet
Kits | not yet
Apprentice/Mentor | not yet
Appearance |
Body
Willowspots is by far not the largest she-cat. From her body size she could be a apprentice. Her pelt is soft but has a odd coloring. Yes, she is a tabby but her coat is spotted. Along her neck and her legs were where the only stripes were. The stripes and spots stood out against her pale gray pelt being they were black. Her fur is thick but gets thicker in the winter to keep her body warm. Her whiskers are long, swooping, and white. During the Green-Leaf she starts to shed but if she grooms enough daily then it doesn't seem like it is shedding at all.
Eyes
Willowspots has sapphire blue eyes. They seem to be slightly to big for her head giving her a innocent look. Here eyes are a pool of emotions. If her happiness doesn't reach her eyes there is something wrong.
Other
Willowspots also has hard black paw pads from her life in the forest from the age of a small kit. Her nose was also black or a dark gray.
Personality |
Mind
Willowspots often thinks about what happened to her mother and brother. Yet, it rarely distracts her from her daily activities. What does distract her is her size. Around larger cats she feels intimidated and when it comes to have to fight those larger cats it makes her high tail it out of there.
In small groups Willowspots lets her personality of a fairly happy cat shine through. When the group exceeds more then five then she tends to sink more towards the background. She will talk if talked to in these types of groups but otherwise she sits and smiles.
Longfur is the reason she runs so much. Daily she runs from the spot of the attack back to camp. She runs to better herself and she will never forget Longfur for he is the reason she survived to this day. From him rescuing her as a kit then to taking on that fox by himself.
Skills |
Speed like no other
Willowspots because of her small size she can run like the wind. In fact she run's all the time making her stamina even better too.
Hunting
Willowspots loves to hunt. The most fun she has is taking down a rabbit. Her greatest challenge with hunting is taking down birds. She usually ends up with a mouthful of feathers.
Fight or Flight?
With that question Willowspots would rather take the flight unless ordered by the leader. She will fallow the leader's order's almost all the time.
History |
kithood
Willowspots was born Willow to Bell the tiny kittypet in the comforts of a twolegs nest. Her brother Jay and her were the only kits, that survived. Bell often talked about the stillborn, wishing she was with us. The first day Bell took her two, tiny, kits outside was the day Willow became fascinated with forest just beyond the large white fence in the backyard. Bell wouldn't let Willow anywhere near the forest. When Willow turned five moons the twolegs nest caught on fire.
"Momma, What is going on?" Little Willow asked as Bell set her down on the other side of the fence.
"Don't worry, Willow. I'll be back with your brother soon," Bell said franticly and jumped over the fence.
Willow sat it that spot listening to the fire burn. She waited for her mother and brother. The cold wind whipped at her face. A shiver slid down her spine. Willow curled up in a tight ball trying to keep warm.
"Momma, Where are you?" She whispered.
She waited all night in the cold for her mother. In the early morning Willow found a hole in the fence. She crawled in it and saw the once beloved twoleg's nest was a pile of ashes.
"Momma? Momma? Where are you?" She called out over and over again.
Around sun-high Willow was cold and hungry. She had not found a trace of her mother and brother. Stumbling back threw the ash she made her way back towards the fence. The ash clung to her paws and her tail for she was dragging on the ground. Her stomach growled as she found her way back under the fence. Then looked towards the forest and something was looking back. Willow had frozen in spot. The eye's moved out from the bush forming the rest of the cat.
"Don't worry, young one. Your safe now," The strong tom said.
Apprenticeship
The tom that took her into the clan, Longfur, later turned out to be her mentor. Fogclan had taken her in with open paws. Nothing out of the ordinary happened to her during her apprentice years. She got into a couple of must do battles but that was about it.
Warrior
Of course she was happy when she made warrior but not three days after she was hunting with Longfur they ran into a fox.
"Willowspots, run back and get help,"Longfur said.
She nodded her head and took off at top speed. By the time she got back to the clan and then back to Longfur with many other's along side her it was to late. Losing Longfur was harder then losing her mother and brother. She was close to him and wishes she could of been faster.
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