Post by Semper on Aug 24, 2011 18:13:19 GMT -5
. they call me KESTRELCLAW!
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-- Kestrelclaw
Age:
-- 29 moons
Gender:
-- she-cat
Rank:
-- Deputy
Clan:
-- ThunderClanAll I can say, is that this boy is still the same,
It's the man inside that's changed.
Short Appearance:
-- Bengal she-cat with pale green eyes
Detailed Appearance:
-- The Bengal cat has a sturdy build, with decent sized paws and a somewhat short tail. She moves with obvious confidence, her head high, but she does not strut. The way Kestrelwing carries herself makes her appear very capable and self-sufficient, which, most of the time, she is. Her short, tan fur is marked with many black spots upon her back. Those spots turn into stripes on her legs, neck, face and tail. On her black tipped tail, the stripes grow fatter, and the fur looks more gray than brown. For the most part, the she-cat is one shade of brown. However, her underside and chest seems slightly paler than her back, which is more golden. Pale green eyes look out on the world, and large ears catch every sound they can. Not an overly large cat, Kestrelclaw can fit into fairly small places. Long whiskers rest on either side of a pink nose.
Personality:
-- A sharp-tongued, fairly short tempered she-cat, Kestrelclaw often ends up antagonizing other cats, for she often speaks her mind, and does it very bluntly and with little tact. Kestrelclaw has little patience for anything, and knows this, but she doesn't try very hard to remedy it. She treats others with polite indifference, not asking any personal questions and expecting none in return. One has to earn her respect, and Kestrelclaw is not easily pleased. She expects the best of herself and other cats around her, greatly annoyed by laziness. However, she knows that she is not perfect and has her faults, but tries to work past them, therefor expecting others to do the same. She does not view herself as a particularly strong nor popular cat, but she does demand some respect from those around her. Many would not put it past her to use any of her skills to get something she wants, and those would be correct. Slippery and cunning, the she-cat has some honor, but is not above lying if she believes it will benefit either herself or her clan. From her behavior, the warrior would not make a good mentor, for she lacks the patience and teaching ability required, and Kestrelclaw does nothing to disprove this opinion. However, if she has to mentor an apprentice, she would do well with a quick-learner and an intelligent cat. The warrior believes herself very intelligent, and when training, often found that she hardly needed any techniques explained twice. Her ability to concentrate for a decent amount of time plays to her advantage in strategizing or hunting. This she-cat fears failure as well as helplessness and not being any use to her clan. Even though Kestrelclaw is a proud cat and holds her head high, she is very modest, not thinking that highly of herself. One would not find her bragging about past accomplishments, though she rarely offers encouragement to her clan-mates. If she encourages any cat, it would be an apprentice, for she knows that they are the future to the clan. The one thing she would be proud of, however, is her ability to keep a cool head and think her way out of a lot of problems. Mostly she prefers to remain distant and not get close to any other cat. Despite her somewhat cold persona, Kestrelclaw does not mind the company of other cats, as long as her companions are intelligent and capable of having a decent conversation, which tends to include sarcasm and dry humor. Her clan, of course, is the best of all of them, and Kestrelclaw will forever remain loyal to it. This warrior only hopes for the best for her clan. However, the she-cat fears that no one will miss her once she goes to StarClan. The warrior has no real close friends; Kestrelclaw is not an overly outgoing cat. Depending on the severity of the offense, the she-cat can hold a long grudge, though she mostly dismisses petty problems, forgiving the cat after a little while. Sometimes she feels guilty about her sharp tongue and causing any distress, specifically to kits or apprentices that have caught her on a bad day, but most of the time she ignores that emotion, not liking it. The she-cat, at first, thought that she might like kits one day, but she has realized that with her personality and short temper that she would not make a good mother. When offended or sad, Kestrelclaw hides behind a blank mask, showing no emotion. She deals with loss by burying it underneath other emotions and busying herself with hunting. Most of the time, the warrior confident in her abilities and a fully capable clan cat, at least this is the persona she allows others to see. Whenever she doubts herself, she makes sure that none of other cats see it, only the confident cat they believe her to be. Kestrelclaw tends to keep herself clean, though, oddly, she does not mind getting wet, sometimes enjoying rain. However, the mud that comes with rain annoys her a lot. Kestrelclaw knows when to fight her battles as well, and when to retreat and save what she can. When resolving conflicts, she prefers to use words instead of brute force, for the she-cat does know that she is not the strongest fighter and that other, bigger cats could beat her.
History:
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Kestrelkit
After a difficult birth, the she-cat and her brother and sister grew up healthy and active. Kestrelkit enjoyed play fighting with her siblings the most. Of that, her favorite part was sneaking up and pouncing on them, for that seemed to come naturally to her. The actual rolling and tumbling around was not that bad, but the real challenge always seemed to be posed by her brother, Falconkit. Her sister, Dovekit, was more laid back, preferring to stay by her mother’s side, a habit that Kestrelkit found extremely odd. Nothing extremely exciting happened while she was a kit; she explored camp, played with her siblings and the other cats, enjoyed her mother and father’s comfort and company, and, of course, dreamed of days when she would become the greatest warrior.
Kestrelpaw
She was made an apprentice with her other siblings, and they soon began a friendly rivalry. Because of their competition to see who could catch the most prey or who was the best fighter, Kestrelpaw began to develop her sharp tongue and quick wit, as the three cats began to tease each other. During the first moon or so, the three apprentices were evenly matched, often finding time to go hunt together, remaining close. Falconpaw started showing more talent in fighting than anything else, while Kestrelpaw herself displayed more promise in hunting. Their sister just seemed to be decent at everything, not appearing to be a natural at anything. As they grew older and trained more, Kestrelpaw’s brother started growing more distant from the two. Slightly confused, the two she-cats made no move to stop him, figuring that it was a stage in life. However, it did not pass, and with his distance, Kestrelpaw’s brother split up the trio. Kestrelpaw and Dovepaw grew closer together, while their brother remained on the fringes, rarely joining in. While she and her sister were, and never will be, as close as Kestrelpaw and Falconpaw, they became close. Her sister had developed a sharp tongue of her own, and the two often amused themselves with a playful banter, throwing insults and come backs between them.
Kestrelclaw
A newly made warrior, Kestrelclaw had felt as though nothing could burst her bubble of happiness. Her parents were still happily together and her mother was expecting once more. Still believing that she might make a decent mother, Kestrelclaw had been excited for the chance at having younger siblings and watching them grow. Soon the day came, and the kitting was just as hard as it had been the first time, when her mother had had Kestrelclaw, Falconwing and Doveflight. Only this time, her mother had lost a lot more blood. She was a frailer cat than her sturdy mate, and the blood loss affected her. The first kit was a stillborn tom. Kestrelclaw’s mother was not the only cat heart broken. The second kit was alive, but very sick. He did not survive the night. Combined with her weakness and the deaths of her second litter, Kestrelclaw believes that her mother simply gave up and lost the will to live. She died the next day.
Of course, Kestrelclaw was devastated, as were her siblings and father. This seemed to be the final straw for her Falconwing. The tom, which had grown more distant this whole time, left the clan the next night. He stopped to say his farewells to his father and sisters before departing, leaving behind the second half of his name and becoming Falcon. Kestrelclaw has not seen him since, and does not know how she would react if she does. With all these losses hitting her at once, Kestrelclaw withdrew into herself, hiding behind her walls. For the longest time, she threw herself into her duties for her clan, barely talking to anyone and snapping at the smallest things. Finally, after Doveflight approached her and bluntly told her how she was acting, the she-cat calmed down enough to hold a decent conversation with other cats and socialize again. She still retains some of that coldness.
Her father found another she-cat to care for, creating a torrent of mixed emotions inside his daughter. Of course, she was glad that he had moved on and was not dwelling on the past, but at the same time, she could not ignore the little anger inside of her for moving on and forgetting her mother. Kestrelclaw’s two halves clashed, her mature side verses her not so mature side, and eventually her older side won out. She still remains fairly distant and has never completely warmed up to the she-cat, though the two young additions to the family were welcome.
If I don't return from this life of a soldier,
Don't you be crying for me.
Don't you be crying for me.
Family:
-- Father: Oakclaw
-- Mother: deceased
-- Siblings: Falcon (brother), Doveflight (sister), 2 brothers (deceased), step-brothers
Aspiration:
-- she will be missed when she dies (for something non-clan related, something personal, like a specific cat will miss her when she's gone)
-- her clan prospers and does well
-- she lives up to her own expectations and dies satisfied with her life
-- likes serving her clan
-- likes hunting
-- likes rain
-- likes keeping clean
Fears:
-- failure
-- helplessness
-- being of no use to her clan
-- letting herself and others down/not living up to expectations
-- the downfall of her clan
When you come around,
You're like a little slice of heaven when I'm coming down.
You're like a little slice of heaven when I'm coming down.
Username:
-- Semper
Why Did You Join LUTD?:
-- Optional.
Theme song:
-- Leave out all the rest - Linkin Park
Other:
-- Anything we missed?
For ThunderClan Deputy:
Why she would made a good deputy:
Since she tends to put her clan before all else, Kestrelclaw would make a decent deputy. Though she may not be the kindest of cats, the she-cat cares about her clan and only wishes the best for it. She does her best and expects others to do the same. The she-cat understands her faults and what she needs to work on, specifically patience. Kestrelclaw does tend to remain distant from the other cats, but this can also work to her advantage. The she-cat can concentrate on what is best for the clan, and her strong will allows her to carry through with it. She is confident in her abilities, though if she doubts herself, not above asking for advice. Understanding that death is a part of life, Kestrelclaw knows how to deal with loss and work past it. Though she has a short temper and may be quick to snap, the she-cat also understands that brute force is not the only answer to resolving problems, and that words are sometimes more effective than unsheathing claws and battling it out. Even though Kestrelclaw may seem unapproachable, she does enjoy the company of intelligent cats, and if she is in a good mood, may attempt to hand out some advice every now and then. She has 29 moons worth of experience she could share. The she-cat keeps calm where others may panic, and she is overall a responsible she-cat.
Roleplay sample: (as a warrior)
After a successful hunting patrol, Kestrelclaw trotted into camp, a dead vole hanging limply from her jaws. It hadn’t even known what had hit it, the she-cat mused thoughtfully. Pouncing had always been one of her strong points, even back when she was a kit, pouncing on her brother and sister. As she dropped the prey onto the decent sized pile, the warrior’s thoughts wandered back to her kit-hood. Falcon had always been a close companion, though she now valued her sister’s, Doveflight, companionship as well. The three had been close, and Kestrelclaw had always pounced on top of Falcon, who would then end up exhibiting his natural fighting skills and roll out from under her. A small scuffle would follow, eventually ending with Kestrelclaw pinned under her brother. Inwardly, the she-cat smiled as she sniffed around the pile, picking out a small, plump mouse. Sometimes she missed the carefree days, but she realized that if she could go back, she would not. The she-cat enjoyed the freedom and duty that came with her warrior name too much.
Walking over to the long shadow of a tree, she settled herself down and started eating. The sky above her had gained the orange and red hues that accompanied sunset, and the sky to the east had started getting darker. When Kestrelclaw was half way through her mouse, for she had eaten it quickly to fill her hungry stomach, another cat came over and joined her. She greeted him with a polite nod, and with two large bites, finished off the mouse and stood. Stretching once, the she-cat then walked away, having not exchanged any words with her clan-mate.
Her alert ears caught the call for a sun-down border patrol. Kestrelclaw had energy to spare and had already eaten, so she decided to spare another cat the job and volunteered for it herself. ”I’ll go,” She mewed quietly, dipping her head as she was assigned leader of the patrol. They would patrol the ShadowClan border. The she-cat glanced around at the other cats that would join her. Whether they had joined voluntarily or not, she would not use her energy to care, so long as they did their part. Flicking her tail once, Kestrelclaw meowed sharply, ”Follow me” before bounding out of camp, leading the patrol to the ShadowClan border.
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Not that I mind. 
