Post by Grackle on Apr 29, 2011 21:12:05 GMT -5
Name: Robinfur
Age: 37 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Rank: Deputy
Clan: HailClan
Personality:
Robinfur's most positive personality traits is the warmth and understanding she extends to other cats in her clan. She almost seems to have a sixth sense when it comes to her clan-mates, and can usually tell if somethings bothering them, and then she does whatever she can to help. While she typically is able to provide real comfort, there is the inevitable moments were her good intentions can get intrusive and offend other cats. This will, more often than not, bring out her prideful streak and then she'll be offended. It may take her a while to make up, and she expects the other cat to apologize first. After all, she did absolutely nothing wrong. She was just trying to help! She is starting to overcome this, thankfully, as her empathy is slowly growing, and she is actually beginning to catch on to the hints to leave.
Robinfur is a social cat, and can't stand being on her own for long. She loves interacting with her clan-mates, hunting with others, and sharing tongues. She really enjoys the hustle and bustle of gatherings, and will often take the time to mingle with the other clans. Strangely enough, her social nature doesn't extend to kits. It is almost as if she was born without the motherly instincts she-cats are blessed with, she just can't stand the little fur-balls. It is not like she would harm them, and she would gladly rip the pelt off of any cat who would, she just has no patience for their antics and questions. While this does extend to apprentices, it is to a far lesser extent, and doesn't show up at all around mature young cats.
I might mention, that although she is often irritated by them, she does make a point to seek out the more silly apprentices during gatherings. Here we see the colder, more devious, side of her nature. She will talk to them sweetly, joke, and do whatever it takes to get them relax and start chatting. She will remember every insignificant detail they spout out about their clan, in hopes of uncovering a weakness. You see, Robinfur constantly thinks of the other clans as enemies. Now, this is not to say that she will scream for war every two seconds. Merely that she is constantly on her guard. Her compassion and empathy seem to vanish entirely when it comes to the other clans, and she will do nearly anything to ensure HailClan the upper paw.
Robinfur is a proud she-cat. She is proud of herself, and her own abilities, true, but mainly she is proud of her clan. She does have a bit of a superiority complex, and it would be hard to convince her that there is anything that HailClan can't do better than the others. This, subconsciously, fuels her ambition. She wants to prove that HailClan is the greatest of the four clans, and keep it that way. This can cloud her judgment when it comes to traces of rivals scent and the like, as she may get her mind set on retaliation. She will need tactful friends to calm her ruffled fur and get her to realize how hasty she is being.
Traitors and Half-Clan cats are a touchy subject for her. Traitors, both to the clan, and to a lesser extent, the warrior code, deserve nothing but the highest disdain and more, whatever their crime. Half-Clan cats, well, those are a little more complicated. On one paw, she firmly believes that cats should not be judged by the circumstances of their birth. However, contradicting herself, she considers cats with HailClan blood lesser. Does that mean that cats who are merely half-HailClan are tainted? Not pure? This is more of lazy musing than anything at the moment, but, given time and motivation, it could grow into something far more radical.
If one good thing could be said about Robinfur, it is her willingness to try and try again. If she fails or realizes her faults, she doesn't give into despair. She resolves to do better. Any insults she may receive are seen as challenges to overcome. And her pride would never let her do any less than meet them head on.
Physical Description:
Robinfur is small, scarcely any bigger than she was when she reached her sixth moon. Her build became that of a full grown cat, with her neck setting further back into her shoulders and her muscles developed, but she never grew any taller, and is dwarfed beside her fellow warriors. Her body is pretty stubby looking, hardly complementary, and is a stark contrast to her delicate face.
Though not exactly oriental, her face is most certainly not round. Her blue eyes are too big for it and are very expressive. Whether this is charming or bug-eyed is completely up to the beholder. Her small black nose is finely chiseled, and gives the whole thing a delicate point. Though her face was once her most attractive feature, she ran into some bad luck and it was scratched up pretty bad. A visible scar marks her muzzle and her right ear was basically shredded, and now looks quite ratty.
She has a solid red pelt, which indeed, is very close in color to a robin's breast. It is very soft, long, and unfortunately, tends to absorb water like a sponge. It's fluffiness is almost kit-like and combined with her size and blue eyes, enhances her youthful appearance.
History:
Born and bred in HailClan, Robinfur has led a fairly typical life. In her kit moons, her closest friend was her litter-mates, a good-natured lump of a tom named Blackkit, and a shy little she-cat called Dustykit. Though she was never close to her father, she had a loving, devoted mother that infused in her kits a deep love for the clan and the warrior code. It was a happy kithood, and a good start to her life.
Blackpaw and Robinpaw where made apprentices on their sixth moon. Unfortunately, Dustykit couldn't be with them. She was recovering from a bout of greencough that had gotten a bit frighting, but managed to sit at the entrance to the medicine cat den to watch as her brother and sister received their mentors. Robinpaw was lucky. She was given a stern, but friendly, tom who had proved his worth and trained many apprentices in the past.
Robinpaw's apprenticeship was shaping up to be as normal as her kithood. Her mentor showed her the boundaries, taught her to hunt, and all the usual stuff. To her delight, she often trained with her sister, though she began seeing less and less of Blackpaw. When she did see him, he was strangely curt and was defensive to the most innocent questions. While this simply angered her, Dustypaw began getting very upset over it and threaten to get sick again. I am not kidding. She actually told her sister that she would make herself sick if they didn't find out what was wrong with their brother. Left with these options, Robinpaw began following her brother.
What happened next may not shock you. Blackpaw had met a she-cat. One who wasn't in his clan, or any clan for that matter. The loner was a bit older than he was, but they had felt a definite attraction to one another. The time Blackpaw spent with her had a negative effect on his training, and his mentor, who was by nature a fairly stressed out guy, began working his apprentice harder than he should have. This led to Blackpaw with the desire to rebel and spending more time with the loner, which. in a tedious circle, affected his training. This is what turned him into the secretive, cold, tom he was becoming. It wasn't until Robinpaw confronted him that he really thought about leaving the clan. After juggling the options, he, to his sisters immense relief, agreed to stop seeing the she-cat and focus on his apprentice duties. Robinpaw thought that was the end of that. She was wrong, but that won't come into play until later in her life.
Robinpaw's next big scare was when she realized she wasn't growing. She was maturing, yes, but now even the delicate Dustypaw towered over her. Certain she was about to die, she fell into a depression. Despite a couple snide remarks that whatever Blackpaw had must be catching, cats where concerned for her. Finally the medicine cat assured her that whatever was affecting her growth did not appear to be fatal, and she was able to breathe again. She did struggle with her battle-training for a bit, but soon discovered how to use her small size to her advantage.
Robinfur and Dustytail where made warriors together. Blackpaw was held back, his time with the loner had affected his training more than they had thought. He was able to swallow his resentment and give his sisters proper congratulations. It wouldn't be until three moons later that Robinfur would learn that the shame and discouragement had driven Blackpaw back to his precious loner. And so, in the first real tragedy of her life, Robinfur lost her brother.
Soon after she recovered from Blackpaw's betrayal, Robinfur experienced another type of shock. A young loner had come to stay with the clan. Sad to say, Robinfur didn't make it easy for the quiet Shadowpaw. It wasn't until Dustytail confided that she had feelings for the tom that Robinfur tried to treat him better for her sisters sake. In time, she began to respect, even like, him. Dustytail took her secret affections to the grave. Falling prey to the same sickness that almost threatened her as a kit, she was the first victim of an outbreak of whitecough. Despite her own grief at losing her remaining litter-mate, Robinfur persevered, and only partly for Dustytail's sake, became a firm supporter of Shadowstar. No one knows the reason for her change of heart, and she has privately vowed to tell no one.
Other notes: Her mentor was a balanced tom, but very hostile to cats outside the clans. I wanted to include that in the history, but couldn't think of a way. By the time I got to the history, I was pretty drained, so if there is anything wrong with it please tell me.
Age: 37 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Rank: Deputy
Clan: HailClan
Personality:
Robinfur's most positive personality traits is the warmth and understanding she extends to other cats in her clan. She almost seems to have a sixth sense when it comes to her clan-mates, and can usually tell if somethings bothering them, and then she does whatever she can to help. While she typically is able to provide real comfort, there is the inevitable moments were her good intentions can get intrusive and offend other cats. This will, more often than not, bring out her prideful streak and then she'll be offended. It may take her a while to make up, and she expects the other cat to apologize first. After all, she did absolutely nothing wrong. She was just trying to help! She is starting to overcome this, thankfully, as her empathy is slowly growing, and she is actually beginning to catch on to the hints to leave.
Robinfur is a social cat, and can't stand being on her own for long. She loves interacting with her clan-mates, hunting with others, and sharing tongues. She really enjoys the hustle and bustle of gatherings, and will often take the time to mingle with the other clans. Strangely enough, her social nature doesn't extend to kits. It is almost as if she was born without the motherly instincts she-cats are blessed with, she just can't stand the little fur-balls. It is not like she would harm them, and she would gladly rip the pelt off of any cat who would, she just has no patience for their antics and questions. While this does extend to apprentices, it is to a far lesser extent, and doesn't show up at all around mature young cats.
I might mention, that although she is often irritated by them, she does make a point to seek out the more silly apprentices during gatherings. Here we see the colder, more devious, side of her nature. She will talk to them sweetly, joke, and do whatever it takes to get them relax and start chatting. She will remember every insignificant detail they spout out about their clan, in hopes of uncovering a weakness. You see, Robinfur constantly thinks of the other clans as enemies. Now, this is not to say that she will scream for war every two seconds. Merely that she is constantly on her guard. Her compassion and empathy seem to vanish entirely when it comes to the other clans, and she will do nearly anything to ensure HailClan the upper paw.
Robinfur is a proud she-cat. She is proud of herself, and her own abilities, true, but mainly she is proud of her clan. She does have a bit of a superiority complex, and it would be hard to convince her that there is anything that HailClan can't do better than the others. This, subconsciously, fuels her ambition. She wants to prove that HailClan is the greatest of the four clans, and keep it that way. This can cloud her judgment when it comes to traces of rivals scent and the like, as she may get her mind set on retaliation. She will need tactful friends to calm her ruffled fur and get her to realize how hasty she is being.
Traitors and Half-Clan cats are a touchy subject for her. Traitors, both to the clan, and to a lesser extent, the warrior code, deserve nothing but the highest disdain and more, whatever their crime. Half-Clan cats, well, those are a little more complicated. On one paw, she firmly believes that cats should not be judged by the circumstances of their birth. However, contradicting herself, she considers cats with HailClan blood lesser. Does that mean that cats who are merely half-HailClan are tainted? Not pure? This is more of lazy musing than anything at the moment, but, given time and motivation, it could grow into something far more radical.
If one good thing could be said about Robinfur, it is her willingness to try and try again. If she fails or realizes her faults, she doesn't give into despair. She resolves to do better. Any insults she may receive are seen as challenges to overcome. And her pride would never let her do any less than meet them head on.
Physical Description:
Robinfur is small, scarcely any bigger than she was when she reached her sixth moon. Her build became that of a full grown cat, with her neck setting further back into her shoulders and her muscles developed, but she never grew any taller, and is dwarfed beside her fellow warriors. Her body is pretty stubby looking, hardly complementary, and is a stark contrast to her delicate face.
Though not exactly oriental, her face is most certainly not round. Her blue eyes are too big for it and are very expressive. Whether this is charming or bug-eyed is completely up to the beholder. Her small black nose is finely chiseled, and gives the whole thing a delicate point. Though her face was once her most attractive feature, she ran into some bad luck and it was scratched up pretty bad. A visible scar marks her muzzle and her right ear was basically shredded, and now looks quite ratty.
She has a solid red pelt, which indeed, is very close in color to a robin's breast. It is very soft, long, and unfortunately, tends to absorb water like a sponge. It's fluffiness is almost kit-like and combined with her size and blue eyes, enhances her youthful appearance.
History:
Born and bred in HailClan, Robinfur has led a fairly typical life. In her kit moons, her closest friend was her litter-mates, a good-natured lump of a tom named Blackkit, and a shy little she-cat called Dustykit. Though she was never close to her father, she had a loving, devoted mother that infused in her kits a deep love for the clan and the warrior code. It was a happy kithood, and a good start to her life.
Blackpaw and Robinpaw where made apprentices on their sixth moon. Unfortunately, Dustykit couldn't be with them. She was recovering from a bout of greencough that had gotten a bit frighting, but managed to sit at the entrance to the medicine cat den to watch as her brother and sister received their mentors. Robinpaw was lucky. She was given a stern, but friendly, tom who had proved his worth and trained many apprentices in the past.
Robinpaw's apprenticeship was shaping up to be as normal as her kithood. Her mentor showed her the boundaries, taught her to hunt, and all the usual stuff. To her delight, she often trained with her sister, though she began seeing less and less of Blackpaw. When she did see him, he was strangely curt and was defensive to the most innocent questions. While this simply angered her, Dustypaw began getting very upset over it and threaten to get sick again. I am not kidding. She actually told her sister that she would make herself sick if they didn't find out what was wrong with their brother. Left with these options, Robinpaw began following her brother.
What happened next may not shock you. Blackpaw had met a she-cat. One who wasn't in his clan, or any clan for that matter. The loner was a bit older than he was, but they had felt a definite attraction to one another. The time Blackpaw spent with her had a negative effect on his training, and his mentor, who was by nature a fairly stressed out guy, began working his apprentice harder than he should have. This led to Blackpaw with the desire to rebel and spending more time with the loner, which. in a tedious circle, affected his training. This is what turned him into the secretive, cold, tom he was becoming. It wasn't until Robinpaw confronted him that he really thought about leaving the clan. After juggling the options, he, to his sisters immense relief, agreed to stop seeing the she-cat and focus on his apprentice duties. Robinpaw thought that was the end of that. She was wrong, but that won't come into play until later in her life.
Robinpaw's next big scare was when she realized she wasn't growing. She was maturing, yes, but now even the delicate Dustypaw towered over her. Certain she was about to die, she fell into a depression. Despite a couple snide remarks that whatever Blackpaw had must be catching, cats where concerned for her. Finally the medicine cat assured her that whatever was affecting her growth did not appear to be fatal, and she was able to breathe again. She did struggle with her battle-training for a bit, but soon discovered how to use her small size to her advantage.
Robinfur and Dustytail where made warriors together. Blackpaw was held back, his time with the loner had affected his training more than they had thought. He was able to swallow his resentment and give his sisters proper congratulations. It wouldn't be until three moons later that Robinfur would learn that the shame and discouragement had driven Blackpaw back to his precious loner. And so, in the first real tragedy of her life, Robinfur lost her brother.
Soon after she recovered from Blackpaw's betrayal, Robinfur experienced another type of shock. A young loner had come to stay with the clan. Sad to say, Robinfur didn't make it easy for the quiet Shadowpaw. It wasn't until Dustytail confided that she had feelings for the tom that Robinfur tried to treat him better for her sisters sake. In time, she began to respect, even like, him. Dustytail took her secret affections to the grave. Falling prey to the same sickness that almost threatened her as a kit, she was the first victim of an outbreak of whitecough. Despite her own grief at losing her remaining litter-mate, Robinfur persevered, and only partly for Dustytail's sake, became a firm supporter of Shadowstar. No one knows the reason for her change of heart, and she has privately vowed to tell no one.
Other notes: Her mentor was a balanced tom, but very hostile to cats outside the clans. I wanted to include that in the history, but couldn't think of a way. By the time I got to the history, I was pretty drained, so if there is anything wrong with it please tell me.
