Post by spottedpelt on Mar 27, 2014 21:32:43 GMT
[Basics]
| Name: Hollybird |
| Gender: She-cat | Age: 15 Moons |
| Clan: Thunderclan | Rank: Warrior |
[Relations]
| Mother: Squirrelwhisker | Father: Cliffclaw |
| Littermates: Cloudberry |
| Mentor: Fallenpetal | Apprentice: -open- |
| Interest: Willowheart | Kits: N/A |
| Friends: Stormwing | Foes: -open- |
[Appearance]
Summary: A smaller she-cat with a black pelt and white slivers of fur along her legs. Her eyes are pale blue-silver and full of life.
Eyes: Her eyes are a pale blue-silver color with a frost-like appearance. Though her gaze is much like the color of ice, her glance is smoldering and burning with energy and cunning. If looks could cut hers would be her greatest strength; for she can have a bone chilling glare, but it's usually soft and bright with defiance yet empathy as well.
Pelt: Her fur is semi-medium length, only a small fraction longer then short fur. It is double layered and very thick and as soft as a bird's downy feathers. She has trouble grooming her black coat, as it often gets tangled and knotted up with and without pieces of the forest clinging to the fur. Her hind paws have white toes with thin slivers of white etched along her leg. Her front paws and legs have white fur with slivers of black crisscrossing down her legs. Her averaged length tail is lightly feathered with a white tip of fur at the end.
Built: She is frustrated with how small she is, though she's only half a mousetail's length shorter than the average Warrior she-cat. She is very lean but surprisingly strong and agile for her size. She doesn't like her "dainty" little paws, or her short clear claws, though her big muzzle and long sharp fangs make up for them. Her head is small and angulated with small pointed ears and white whiskers. Despite her abilities her size and figure make her vulnerable to any damage she sustains.
[Personality]
Fears: She avoids water like it's a plague and she hates getting wet, but that's all due to her fear; she is terrified with the thought of drowning, to the point where it even haunts her dreams. She will even stay fox lengths clear of any stream or body of water, preferring to drink dew or lap at puddles.
Goals: As an apprentice she always wanted to be Deputy, but now that she's a Warrior she can see what responsibly it holds and she's more reluctant to walk down that path. She's now directed all of her attention toward making her clan the best it can be and she wishes to become a legend in some way.
Likes: Her absolutely favorite freshkill is vole, which she can rarely catch herself since she avoids the streams where they are most commonly found. Her favorite season is early New Leaf, and her favorite time of day is dusk. She loves running around in a storm, despite the dangers, and she will even sneak out to do it. She loves to finding new things and has a passion for learning, and she enjoys her attempts at making new battle moves and strategies.
Dislikes: She dislikes eating reptiles and amphibians the most and she'd rather chock on crowfood than resort to eating them. Her least favorite time of year is early Leaf Bare, and her least favorite time of day is dawn. She hates her luck and anything that may resort into needing any type of luck; since hers is horrendous. She hates being wrong and she will very rarely admit it if she is and her pride prevents her from every speaking of her wrong doings ever again.
General: She is a very proud and spirited she-cat with plenty of energy. She has great endurance with surprising strength and agility, but she is frail despite her skills. Though she's smaller than most she is very formidable in battle, where she excels in dodging and feinting counter attacks. Her hunting is terrible, which may be due to it being based a lot out of luck, which is something she doesn't seem to have. She is mischievous and daring with a love for learning and discovering. Her actions speak louder than her words.
[History]
Background: Her mother was always the very reserved feline, where as her father was not; he had many mates but never settled down and had kits with any of them until he finally choose Squirrelwhisker, who he discovered was his one and true love. Squirrelwhisker was a quiet and mature Warrior who rarely spoke and even rarely voiced her innermost thoughts or feelings. No cat could be sure if she truly loved her mate or not, but most feel that she must have for she had his kits not two moons after they got together.
Kithood: Hollykit was born moments after her brother and was named after her mother's father, who they believed gave her black fur. She and her brother were raised with the love and devotion. Cliffclaw was a talented Warrior and an excellent father, who taught his kits life lessons and morals as well as how to have fun. Their mother was a practical Queen and she always made sure her kits understood important matters, such as how to escape the camp in case of dire emergencies and how to rely on their instincts. Hollykit and her brother were given many lessons but they often dismissed them, absorbed in their own world.
Apprenticeship: She felt as if she was on top of the world when she was given her apprentice ceremony; it would be a memory which she knew that she would cherish for the rest of her life. Her mentor was quick to teach her and watch her develop into a fine Warrior. Hollypaw underwent many more lessons and was brought on many patrols and battles. But within the first moon, disaster stuck. While Hollpaw was playing with her brother, she tried to leap a stream but ended up falling in. It was a day when she nearly lost her life, but she was saved and recovered from her ordeal. That day didn't slow her down one bit and she propelled herself through her training.
Warrior moons: She turned into a proud and valiant she-cat by the time she was made a Warrior and she bore her name with joy and dignity. She became known for the speed and stealth of a bird, with light sure footed paws and no fear of heights. Bought there were plenty of habits and traits that she did not grow out of, such as her tendency to be too quick for her own good and always jumping to conclusions. She was still reckless and often overbearing, but two moons after her ceremony she has realized the true depth of what a Warrior's role is all about.
[Other]
Social Standings/Skill: Her skills seem endless though she has yet to master any one. Her tracking and climbing abilities are particularly notable. She is so discouraged with her shortcomings that she tends to brag and flaunt her accomplishes around in an attempt to cover up her weak points, yet this tends to make others dislike her or avoid her and she's not even aware of this herself.
Voice: Her voice is much like a crow's or a magpie's; it's light pitch also seems to hold deeper tones within them. Her voice can be jarring and irritating most of the time and it would take some time for others to stop and realize that the sound of her voice is not as unpleasant as it initially seems.
Scent: Underneath the scent of Thunderclan and the many aromas found within their territory is her unique smell, which is feint yet sharp. It resembles the stale scent of dried mint and nettles, which can be a bit unpleasant to some or comforting to others. Usually a scent one either loves or hates.
Origin: Her name originated from a comment I heard from a child, regarding a shirt. It read "Holli" but the second half wasn't visible, but seeing the bird on the shirt, the child declared that the shirt must have read "Holli-bird".
Note: *As a Roleplay with her, her profile may experience some change. ;3
[RP Sample]
Hollypaw giggled and squealed with joy as she frolicked about with her larger brother by her side. She was demonstrating the paw dodging skills she was recently taught by her mentor and relishing in her ability to avoid her brother's advances. She turned and gave him a good tail slap to his muzzle which prompted a playful snarl from him before he gave chase.
The two ran past their mother who was once more helping the Medicine Cat with collecting herbs, which was something she often did. Squirrelwhisker glanced at them with a soft gaze before returning to rummaging through the bush in front of her as she sniffed out the plants hiding in the shade.
"Oh. Hey, look!" Hollypaw mewled as she came to a stop at a stream. It was a part of Thunderclan's territory though she didn't remember that part of her lesson from her tour around the boarders. "I bet I can jump to the other side!" She smirked at her brother, who looked at her with a doubtful expression. "Just watch me!"
With that she quickly started to run to and fro along the stream's edge, dancing on top of the stones and clumps of grass. She slowed down and eyed the far side, when she finally measured out the most narrow section of the stream. Glancing from her paws to the other side, she measured once more, eyeing the distance carefully with a confident gaze.
She hunched down and wiggled her rump, tensing her muscles and psyching herself up to make the jump. Just as her brother opened his jaws to say something, she leaped with a lash of her tail and with a triumphant yowl she felt her front paws graze against a large clump of long grass.
Yet as she came in to land, she felt no solid ground beneath her and with a sickening jolt she felt herself plunge past the grass. She yowled in surprise and terror just as she crashed through the water's surface. With flailing paws she sunk deeper into the cold and was being dragged away in the current.
Frantic to get out she didn't even her the dull faraway splash of her brother, diving in to save her. Yet it wasn't long until she noticed a figure through the dark waters, though it vanished almost as soon as it appeared. Squirrelwhisker had just pulled her son out of the water.
Hollypaw tried desperately to swim against the current as her claws sought out anything she could grab. She had to get out! Air! She needed air! Her eyes wild with terror she thrashed about trying to reach the surface and dry land.
Just as her vision began to blur and blacken she heard a splash just behind her and felt a body pressed against her side. She felt herself behind pushed upward just as she fell into unconsciousness.
The next thing she knew she was waking up in a moss nest, with her soaking wet father and brother peering down at her with wide worried eyes. She could feel the familiar sensation of her mother grooming her pelt and she could scent the herbs of the medicine den. She tried to make sense of the current situation but before she could form any sort of clear thought, she fell back into a deep sleep. She didn't realize it then but she nearly went to (Chocolate) Starclan that day.
