Post by talltale on Jun 30, 2013 9:44:27 GMT -5
GOLDENFLOWER
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top] 79 Moons She-cat Thunderclan Warrior | [atrb=style, width: 296px; padding: 5px; background-color: e3e3e3; border-top: 4px solid #000000;] GENERAL INFORMATION NAME, BRIEF DESCRIPTION, Pale ginger she-cat with golden eyes FAMILY, MOTHER - Speckletail - Deceased FATHER - Unknown BROTHER - Lionheart - Deceased HALF-BROTHER - Snowkit - Deceased MATE: Patchpelt - Elder of Thunderclan - Exmate Tigerstar - 64 Moons - Leader of Thunderclan KITS: Swiftpaw - 10 moons - Apprentice of Thunderclan [Fathered by Patchpelt] Tawnypaw - 6 moons - Apprentice of Thunderclan [Fathered by Tigerstar] Bramblepaw - 6 moons - Apprentice of Thunderclan [Fathered by Tigerstar] APPEARANCE Goldenflower is a beautiful lithe she-cat with a pale ginger (or cream) color that shines like gold in the sun. Her eyes are large and expressive and like her pelt they are a rich deep gold in colour. Her fur is always neat and well groomed, but that doesn't hide her nicked ear from an apprentice fighting-practice with Bluepaw. PERSONALITY MOTHERLY Goldenflower always feels responsible for everyone in the clan, if anyone is hurt or sick she can often be seen lovingly licking their heads to sooth them or simply looking after their every need. She enjoys being motherly and unlike other cats never sees looking after the weak as tiresome or tedious. Goldenflower is fiercely protective of her kits, she loves them more than anything in the world and would throw herself in front of a monster to protect them. She doesn't care if they are suckling at her belly, training to be a warrior or are a warrior, leader, deputy. She will continuously keep tabs on her family and insists on being a nosy mother. She's hard to ignore and sometimes her love can be smothering but it's all out of the goodness of her heart. TOM-BOYISH Goldenflower is, when she's not being motherly, a very rough and tumble cat. She's a ferocious warrior and more than worthy opponent. She keeps herself in shape and often practices her moves with anyone willing to train with her. It was her over eagerness and belly of fire that got her that nick in her ear while going a little over-board with Bluepaw one afternoon. NAIVE Goldenflower is too loving for her own good. When she believes someone is good (or bad) she will almost go to her grave with that feeling. It takes a lot to change her mind which is why she has not opened her eyes to what Tigerstar is. She will be horrified and heart broken when she finds out but she will insist that he was not always a terrible cat. That she loved him and that he loved her once upon a time. Evil cats can't love right? HISTORY KIT DAYS Goldenkit spent her days in the nursery longing for adventures and longing to be named an apprentice. She could not wait to grow up and become one of the great cats of Thunderclan! There was nothing better than a Thunderclan cat. She was a proud young thing and greatly resented her brother for being so darn big! Or at least she resented when anyone pointed it out. She didn't like when other cats thought she was just little, she'd prove one day she was greater than that. Of course it didn't help her image when she would be a diva and complain about eating mice. APPRENTICE DAYS Goldenflower's proudest moment was when she stood beneath the leader's rock gazing up at Sunstar as he declared that from that moment on Lionkit and Goldenkit could leave their kit-hood behind and become apprentices. Goldenpaw, no name had ever sounded so good! Dappletail was a loving and great mentor. Firm when she needed to be and comforting when she needed to be. Goldenpaw was soon invited to her first gathering and though she was more excited to go than a kit who had just caught their first mouse she soon changed her mind. As they got to the clearing between the four great trees Goldenpaw became intimidated commenting that she had never seen so many cats before. Despite her initial shock she did enjoy her time there and wouldn't pass it up for anything. To this day she is always eager to be chosen to go to gatherings. She likes to see how the other clans are doing, though in this time of war the conversations tend to be less pleasant especially considering who she chose as a mate. Goldenpaw always got along well with the other apprentices, though she tended to lean towards the older apprentices rather than the ones her age. She is close with Bluepaw, Lionpaw and Patchpaw most of all. She didn't gain her adoration for her mate Tigerclaw until later in life, as an apprentice she was just too busy having fun and living her life. Of course some days she took it too far and one day Bluepaw took a chunk of skin out of her ear while training. Even though Bluepaw felt terrible, the warriors were angry and the medicine cat had to deal with her problem Goldenpaw was actually proud of the nick. It was her first battle scar! WARRIOR DAYS When they were a little older Goldenflower was pleased as punch to receive her warrior name and she was very proud of it. She had thought Goldenpaw sounded lovely but Goldenflower was just so much better. It suited her. She was radiant like gold but sweet like a flower... a flower with thorns of course. Goldenflower participated in many battles and she always fought bravely, she was not a coward who would run. She would honor her ancestors and her warrior name. At the age of 47 moons Goldenflower took her first interest in males, don't get her wrong she had taken notice of them before but prior to she didn't feel ready for kits. She was determined to be a great mother and she didn't want to risk the well-fare of her kits before she was ready. Goldenflower's first kits didn't come from love, however, but from a one night stand with Patchpelt. Not that Goldenflower was disappointed. Once again her greatest moment of her life was replaced. Instead of her greatest moment being the day she was dubbed Goldenflower it became the day her first kit was born! She will to this day claim that every kit she has gives her the same over-joyed feeling. She named her first and only kit Swiftkit in honor of Patchpelt's mother, though she never told anyone who Swiftkit's father really was. A few moons after Swiftkit became Swiftpaw Goldenflower seemed to be getting some more attention from the great Tigerclaw. She wasn't complaining. The feeling seemed to be mutual. He was a great warrior with a powerful personality that just seemed to engross her. Goldenflower was pleased that she finally felt love. She didn't really know how dark Tigerstar could be but she did know how gentle he could be. She was proud to be the one to see the side of this monstrous tom that no one else would see. She alone seemed to know how he was feeling and she was always willing to be the one to listen to him. The day she realized she was pregnant again, but this time with Tigerclaw's kits, she was overjoyed and stayed up all night waiting for his patrol to return so she could tell him the news. He had seemed enthusiastic, at least as enthusiastic as Tigerclaw could. Finally after a long pregnancy and long few moons Goldenflower's two babies became apprentices and she watched on proudly as they received their mentors. Now that she is a warrior again Goldenflower's goal is to have her first apprentice before she has another litter of kits... though who knows what Tigerstar has planned for her. OTHER INFORMATON Looking for someone to play Swiftpaw and Bramblepaw! You can't have Goldenflower without her babies. RP SAMPLE It was dawn, dappled light of orange-gray spread itself over the camp and glittered off of the pale golden she-cats fur like she was radiating the light. Goldenflower stretched her paws out front of her to arch her back as her maw opened wide revealing a cute pink tongue behind sharp hunter teeth. That might have been the best night's sleep of her life. She adored her kittens, don't get her wrong, but being woken every morning with bouncy little balls of fur took a lot out of a cat. Of course, she'd do it again in a heart beat and she was sure she was going to have more kits again. She just couldn't bare not to, they were the light of her life, and with their father's genes they were guaranteed to be great warriors one day... not that Goldenflower would love them any less if they weren't. It was just a bonus. Throwing a lazy but adoring glance at the apprentice den where her three kits slept soundly Goldenflower let an affectionate purr rumble in her throat. It bothered the pretty queen that other cats thought her babies were bad just because of their father, but she was positive they would prove the whole clan wrong one day! So the golden tabby kept her mouth shut... for the most part. Goldenflower then shot another warm look towards the leader's den. Her mate was in there. He was a great warrior and an even greater leader, it didn't bother her that other cats didn't like him. She didn't need to defend him like she had to defend her kits. Tigerstar was more than capable of looking after himself AND his family without much effort. With that decided Goldenflower decided it was time to move on with the day and do something useful! After having spent little more than 6 moons in the nursery she was itching to stretch her claws. She hoped that they had not become rusty with malpractice. After all only a few moons before she had Tawnypaw and Bramblepaw she had been stuck in the nursery again for a good few moons with her first kit Swiftpaw. She couldn't wait to see the sweet black and white tom become a warrior! He was feisty and a little over the top some times but so was she and she turned out just fine. He would too. Trotting out of camp pleased as punch to be free without too much responsibility she decided to relish the day alone on the hunt! She would patrol and show the whole forest she was back in full swing and ready for anything! As she escaped the walls of the camp Goldenflower's gate turned into a lopping gallop as she raced for owl tree. It was time to find something to hunt, time to use those skills again, re-hone them. THERE! That was her chance! She dropped to her belly like a pro, being conscious of every step she took, she would need to focus. Hunting wouldn't come so naturally to her as it used to before. She crept closer, and closer and then SPRANG. perfect! She landed right on top of the squealing chipmunk and with one swift bite it wasn't squealing anymore. Lifting it in her jaws proudly the golden tiger went to find a place to bury her catch. She was only getting started. ETCETERA OTHER CATS, |
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