Post by spottedpelt on Apr 9, 2014 18:11:36 GMT
[Basics]
| Name: Antbite |
| Gender: She-cat | Age: 34 Moons |
| Clan: Windclan | Rank: Warrior |
[Relations]
| Mother: Larkfeather | Father: Stormrunner |
| Littermates: Hawkflight, Eaglestep, Jumpfall, Twitchtalon. |
| Mentor: Skydive | Apprentice: Breezewhisper |
| Mate: -open- | Kits: N/A |
| Friends: -open- | Foes: -open- |
[Appearance]
Summary: A she-cat with a burnt umber pelt, black paws and a patch of white fur on her chest. Her amber eyes appear menacing.
Eyes: Her eyes are a stunning color of bright amber with golden streaks. Her gaze is sharp and fierce with an intensity that seems hot enough to melt ice. Every glance is alert and attentive with amazing long distance eyesight, however her eyesight is horrible when viewing things up close. Her eyes usually make her come across as angry but when you get to know her that gaze can be very warm and welcoming.
Pelt: Her fur is a reddish-brown or burnt umber color, with a great deal of different red and brown highlights; such as chestnut, russet, burgundy and so on. Her short pelt is double-layered and not overly thick or thin. It is more course and fine than it is soft or silky, despite how much she wishes for softer fur. Her paws are black and she has darker yet very feint tabby stripes streaked loosely over her coat. Her fur is usually well maintained, which comes easily enough to her, yet she doesn't really care how it looks one way or another. She also has a small splash of white fur on her chest.
Built: She is of average size for any she-cat within her clan, but in general she is a bit smaller than most cats her age, yet this doesn't bother her in the slightest; in fact it seems that she isn't even aware of her smaller stature, as she often acts as if she's the biggest thing there is. Like other cats within her clan, she is remarkably slender and lean, which allows her to move about with ease and incredible speed. She is sleek with small nimble paws and strong sharp claws.
[Personality]
Fears: As a young apprentice almost fresh out of the Nursery she had strayed too far from her patrol and a hungry hawk had spotted her. It dove from the sky and sunk it's talons into her, just before it flew off her mentor had knocked it right out of the air and saved her. That day had changed her and she know has an intense fear to look up.
Goals: She wants to be revered as an outstanding Warrior and she strives to impress every cat within or outside of her clan. She wants her name to be known and spoken in other clans, either from her fighting prowess or her hunting skills. She wants to be able to have many apprentices, though secretly she wants to have her own kits as well.
Likes: She can be difficult to read and get along with because she doesn't seem to like anything in particular. All prey is food to her and the time of day or season doesn't seem to mean much to her any which way. She couldn't care what she eats or how the weather is but she does enjoy her time with her family though she doesn't show it much. She also loves running more than anything else.
Dislikes: Just like how she has few things that she likes, there are very few things that displease her. Every place is still just a place. If she were a Twoleg she wouldn't care for Chocolate. A cat is still a cat, no matter what clan they're from or what their personality is like. There isn't any cat she would dislike, even those that should be considered an enemy. She hates being underground and the thought of losing her family is too much to bare.
General: She comes across as very neutral most of the time, which makes it very hard to tell what she is thinking or how she might feel but deep down she is actually very animated; she just doesn't know how to properly express her emotions. She can voice how she feels and is able to put them to words easily enough, and she often does that openly and honestly. The only time she pauses to choose her words carefully is when dealing with cats outside of her clan, but otherwise she is usually blunt and forward. It's rare that her calm demeanour is broken. She is always ready for action and won't normally pass up a chance to do something and she seems especially keen to fight.
[History]
Background: Stormrunner never seemed interested in having a family and was only focused on serving his clan. He was always the loyal and dedicated Warrior, but sometimes he would push himself to hard. His parents felt he should have a mate and took it in their own paws to arrange it. They came across Larkfeather who was always a very smart and sensible cat, but she was a shy one and would never approach another feline on her own accord. Yearning for a family Larkfeather didn't mind being paired up with Stormrunner. The two became surprisingly close and they seemed to even love one another.
Kithood: Antkit was the first born and was at risk for being a kit without siblings, when complications arose in her mothers birthing, but after a few tense moment Hawk-kit came into the world. Both were strong and healthy kits who had a loving mother and caring father, but their parents were young and still a bit awkward in rearing their kits. There were quite a few instances when things could have went wrong, but they were all settled in the end. Antkit felt her parents' emotions stronger than most kits her age would and she shied away from it, intentionally distancing herself from them, though her brother kept her from completely secluding herself from others. She and Hawk-kit shared many pleasant memories, despite their awkward upbringing and they showed a lot of promise in their moons to come.
Apprenticeship: The two youngsters were delayed their apprentice ceremony when they caused a great deal of grief for clan, and they even tried to sneak out many times, though they were always caught before they went too far. Antpaw was given a very stern and no-nonsense mentor, who expected a great deal from his apprentice. Skydive was relentless in his training and constantly drilled Antpaw in training, hunting and battle tactics. But not a single moon had passed when Antpaw, filled with resentment, tried to break away from her mentor. She was off on her own when a hawk attacked. Looking up to see talons reaching and piercing into her left a horrible mental scar. She would have surly died if her mentor hadn't save her and he had gained her unending respect and loyalty.
Warrior moons: Antbite was named for her ferocity in battle and her tenacity in hunting; she wasn't the best at either, not like her brother, but she showed great courage and spirit in everything she did. She grew to be as sensible as her mother and as dedicated as her father, but he true mark was left by her mentor who taught her a great deal of knowledge and skill. She learned to be noble and honorable as well as humble and reasonable. She always had a habit of creating challenges for herself and since her days as a kit she still hasn't grown out of that habit but now that she was mature and older, her need for challenges has mellowed out a bit.
Mentor Moons: Quite a few moons went by until she was granted the chance to train an apprentice. She did everything she could to train Breezepaw and she felt such a thrill during this time that she couldn't imagine ever doing anything else. She loved being a mentor though she rarely showed it and she wasn't aware how her detachment with emotional bonds may have effected the younger she-cat. She did everything she could she that her apprentice would grow into a fine Warrior and it was very recently when she experienced the pride of watching her apprentice receive her Warrior name.
[Other]
Social Standings/Skill: She never holds any grudges against a cat nor does she look to cause any trouble, but she also doesn't hold any close bonds to any in her clan who isn't closely tied to her. Her family, former mentor and former apprentice are the only cats she generally gets along with. She is a skillful and dependable warrior with outstanding long sight and a keen interest in fighting.
Voice: Her voice, however rarely heard, is brisk and cool like a chilled morning breeze in early New Leaf. She doesn't sound hostile though it sounds as if it may easily sway to aggression. The sound of her words seem reassuring though distant but when angered her voice can turn frighteningly cold and menacing.
Scent: Her scent seems to hold almost event smell across the moor, even more so than her clanmates, as if she spends every moment of the day rolling over the windswept plains. She smell is surprisingly unique as well as very sharp, yet not at all unpleasant. Her scent seems to match the very wind itself; cool, mysterious, distant, but oddly comforting.
Origin: Her name was originally going to be Antflight, named after the few ants who are able to fly, but it was changed to Antbite.
Note: *There's still a lot I'd like to add but I'll fill it in after RPing a bit more. ;3
[RP Sample]
Antpaw shivered as a cruel biting wind tugged at her thin pelt and gusted around her lean tiny form. She shuddered and narrowed her eyes against the chilled blast. Leafbare was coming soon, she could scent it in the wind... as if the freezing cold was enough of an indication. She tried desperately to fluff up her fur against the cold, but it seemed to do little good.
She let out a ragged sigh and stared at the rolling plains stretching out before her, making her eyes soften at the spectacular sight; surely no place could be better than Windclan's territory. Seeing the breeze brush along the grass, sending ripples and waves over the fields, it calmed her and filled her with content.
The young apprentice took a deep breath and held it, deciding that now should be the moment. It was time; while she was calm and relaxed, though cold as well... now was the time.
Antpaw flicked her ears and listened to the air above her, perked high and straining to hear any sort of movement at all, but all she could hear was the whispering of the wind. She took another breath and closed her eyes, tightening her tail around her body and scrapping her claws against the stone beneath her...
Slowly... very slowly... she raised her head, tilting it back till her face was presented to the grey rolling clouds, nose pointed to the sky. Her hearted thundered in her chest and her blood pulsated all over her body. Nerves worn raw and her breath coming in rapid gasping intakes of air she felt as if she would burst.
Her fur was fluffed up in fear and her eyes remained clamped shut, as her whiskers quivered. 'Come on! I just have to open my eyes... I- I-...' Her fear seemed to grip her and squeeze all of the air from her lungs, paralyzing her body and making her unable to think clearly at all. 'I can't!'
Antpaw snapped her head back down and her eyes flashed open to gaze wide-eyed at her paws, as she gasped for breath. Her fur was still ruffled and spiked up in terror and agitation. It was too much... she still couldn't do it... would she always be this afraid? Would she never look to the sky ever again? Never see her ancestors shining brightly in the clan's darkest hours...
