Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2015 2:10:30 GMT -5
THE BASICSI'm a wanderess, I'm a one-night stand
Don't belong to no city, don't belong to no man
I'm the violence in the pouring rain
I'm a hurricane~ "Hurricane", Halsey
NAME,Her name is MAGPIEFOOT.
GENDER,Magpiefoot is a FEMALE character.
AGE,Magpiefoot is 27 moons old.
POSITION,Magpiefoot is a WARRIOR of WINDCLAN.
SHORT DESCRIPTION,Magpiefoot is a LITHE BLACK-AND-WHITE PATCHED SHE-CAT with BRIGHT GREEN EYES.
APPEARANCE,Honestly, Magpiefoot seems to be built like a typical she-cat. Her black-and-white pelt isn't anything special, though it is rather short and soft to the touch, and her eyes are a common shade of yellow-green, albeit a little brighter than average. The she-cat is of average height, but she has a lanky structure, starting with a small, round head that leads to a long neck, a skinny torso, and long, spindly legs that propel her when running. She has blunt claws and a soft pink nose, and her tail is skinny and mostly black, with a few white speckles near the base.
THE TRAITSAnd there's a storm you're starting now
And there's a storm you're starting now
And there's a storm you're starting...~ "Hurricane", Halsey
PERSONALITY,The good thing about Magpiefoot is that she's a rather noteworthy figure- she does as she's told (sometimes without complaint), is loyal to her Clan, and acts on instinct to get the upper hand in a situation. She believes there is always a bad side to everything, but fights for the justice she knows is on the polar end, never resting until something right has been brought to light. There's some sort of charm to her that seems to make her likable, and she can often be found chatting with nearly anyone she meets. The she-cat is capable of setting aside most differences to cooperate humbly with another feline, finding that she doesn't have a tough time ignoring their more disagreeable opinions. However, she's never truly afraid to backtalk or sass another cat, though this is usually kept to friends and cats "below" her (ie. apprentices, cats from other Clans). Magpiefoot knows no patience, and will act on something as soon as she can, becoming irritated if it begins to take too long to get something done (around this point, her tail starts swinging around like mad, whipping anything in sight). Also, while it may just be an "act" of sorts, she seems to be somewhat narcissistic, always praising her own accomplishments and acting rather smug when she's done something right. She means no harm in this, of course, and knows humility as well, knowing when to keep her trap shut if the moment just isn't right for teasing and bragging.
Overall, Magpiefoot is a none-too-humble, funny, and fiery she-cat who's just excited to make her Clan a good home for her fellow cats.
- Accomplishments, whether they're her own or those of her Clanmates
- Making friends, talking among them
- Running, exploring, playing rough
- Cats who can't take a joke or call her out too harshly
- Injustice (against anyone)
- RiverClan's scent
- Water, getting wet
- Losing a fight, being wrong in general
- Make her Clan happy and proud of her
THE HISTORYHe says, "Oh, baby, beggin' you to save me
Although lately, I like 'em crazy
Oh, maybe, you could devastate me.
Little lady, come and fade me"~ "Hurricane", Halsey
- MOTHER: SLOEFLOWER - a solid white she-cat with short fur and bright green eyes.
SOOTFUR - a skinny black tom with some white toes and amber eyes.
RAVENKIT - a short-furred black she-cat with amber eyes.
- ROOKPELT - a black-and-white tuxedo tom with amber eyes and one white foot.
HISTORY,Sloeflower and Sootfur became friends late into their apprenticeship, bonding over a shared meal in the middle of WindClan's camp with a few other apprentices. It didn't take long for them to grow close, and the two felines sat side-by-side during their vigil after receiving their warrior names. After that, they seemed to do everything together, becoming inseparable. Wherever Sloeflower went, Sootfur was there, and vice versa. Nobody was really sure how exactly they seemed to manage getting on almost every patrol together, but they were all certain that a mateship was close behind.
Only a few moons after becoming warriors, Sloeflower became pregnant with her best friend's kittens, and promptly moved to the nursery. However, because she was still fairly young, and this was her first litter, the queen only gave birth to a single stillborn she-kit, bringing grief to her and her now-mate, Sootfur. With sadness gripping their hearts, the pair buried their deceased daughter, naming her Ravenkit after her solid black pelt. It was assumed that the warriors would grow apart after such tragedy, but their bond only strengthened over this, and they decided to just focus on being the best warriors they could be for their Clan.
It was leaf-bare when Sootfur became sick, being one of the first of the Clan to harbor whitecough that season. He was isolated to the medicine cat's den, and it was because of this that Sloeflower was extremely surprised to find that she had grown pregnant once again. As his mate's belly swelled and she found herself moving to the nursery once more, Sootfur's illness only grew worse, quickly developing into greencough. The skinny tom passed away just before newleaf, and less than a moon before his kits were born.
Magpiekit and her brother, Rook-kit, were born without their father, but Sloeflower raised them with stories of how great he had been and how proud he would be of their progress every single day. Like her littermate, Magpiekit strived to make both of her parents proud, even if she'd never met her father, and both kittens lived a rather peaceful life in the nursery.
Magpiepaw's apprenticeship wasn't much different from anyone else's- she learned to hunt, fight, and take care of the elders, just as any other apprentice would. Her mentor was friendly but stern, keeping the young she-cat in check to the best of his ability. Magpiepaw didn't get much time to spend with her brother, Rookpaw, but the two slept as close together as possible every single night to make up for it. She made a bunch of friends among the other apprentices, the closest of which were those who didn't hold back when it came to their battle training. Magpiepaw was a sucker for fighting, loving to beat her fellow apprentices whenever she got the chance. However, her best skill showed itself during border skirmishes and other missions, and the she-cat was deemed Magpiefoot during her warrior ceremony, being recognized by the leader for her quick mind and exceptional speed and agility.
A few moons passed before Magpiefoot experienced her first real tragedy in the Clan. The Clan's deputy was killed by a few foxes, so shortly after their leader had announced that he was very ill. The next-in-line was a tom only a few moons older than herself, Stormheart, and the she-cat couldn't help the quick pang of jealousy that pierced her heart. Would she ever be put in a position of authority like the tom? Maybe she could prove herself and become the next deputy?
That thought proved false, however, when their leader finally passed. As Stormstar took his position as WindClan's new leader, he appointed another she-cat, Yellowivy, as the next deputy, leaving Magpiefoot feeling somewhat crushed. She brushed it off, however, and settled for just being the best warrior she could, regardless of whether or not it got her anywhere later on down the road.
THE OOCYo, Uh. Word. Adjective. Pronoun. Adverb.
Run on and on and on
Where my gerunds at?
Parenthetical, uh~ "F**k S**t Stack", Reggie Watts
OOC NAME,You can call me RIMY.
AGE,I am 19 years old.
EXPERIENCE,I have been roleplaying for ~10 years.
ORIGINS,I found TSN through GOOGLE.
OTHER CHARACTERS,I also play --.