Post by talltale on Jun 30, 2013 23:22:43 GMT -5
CHARACTER'S NAME
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top] 36 Moons She-cat Shadowclan Warrior | [atrb=style, width: 296px; padding: 5px; background-color: e3e3e3; border-top: 4px solid #000000;] GENERAL INFORMATION NAME, EXPLANATION, |
Wren spent the first 4 and a half moons of her life without a name since she was just that abandoned kit that no one cared for. Her father was a traitor and her mother was weak. Sick of this ridicule the no named kit launched a strike on a fat swamp wren which was more than surprisingly effective. With prof that she was not going to roll over and play dead for her clan they dubbed her Wrenkit. As a warrior they named her for her silent-like-a-shadow movements.
BRIEF DESCRIPTION,
A stunning lithe lilac tabby she-cat with violate-blue eyes.
FAMILY,
Buzzardheart - Father - 50 moons - Bloodclan warrior
Mossflower - Adopted mother - 62 moons - Shadowclan warrior[/div]
APPEARANCE
Wrenshadow is a proportionally tall lithe she-cat with short sleek fur that's never out of order. Her body is graceful with rounded sloping shoulders and a gently swooping back, her paws look soft and round while her needle-like claws are sheathed. Her color is that of a rich lilac tabby and her stripes are well defined tracing the contours of her body. Her underbelly is lighter in color as is the lining around her large odd-blue eyes, muzzle and chin. Her whiskers are average sized and white in color. She has a brown-red nose. Her eyes are larger than average and her ears are bat-like. Her tail is longer than normal giving her a graceful appearance.
PERSONALITY
Trust YOU? I don't think so!!
Wrenshadow has some serious trust issues, no one in her life has ever helped her and in return she's never helped anyone either. She sticks to herself and ensures that no one bothers her by keeping all four walls up at all times. If you try to get through that wall you're going to lose an ear. Simple to the point.
I'll watch your back AFTER you've watched mine.
Wrenshadow is not the sweetest of girls out there, she doesn't do the whole favor thing. If you haven't done anything for her, forget her ever doing anything for you. Similarly if you do something for her she will, quick as possible, reciprocate the gesture. This is not because she was raised well, this is not because she is polite, it is only because she refuses to be in anyone's debt.
There is no I in team, and I don't like teams.
Wrenshadow is not a team player. Cats have mistreated her all her life and so she tends to just expect pain to come from any bond she manages to scramble together. So to avoid pain she avoids cats. Instead she spends her days patrolling the farthest borders of her clan's territory hunting or wandering about. She's rarely in camp and when she is it's at a time when few cats are awake.
Innocence...
Wrenshadow has one particular soft spot for kits. As an abandoned kit herself she tends to tolerate the irritation of little balls of fur over the irritation of her fellow warriors. She never plans on being a queen though since she's afraid what happened to her mother will happen to her. It's not the death that scares her but the abandonment and making more cats like her.
Tame me...
Despite everything Wrenshadow desires someone to come along and unlock her cold and unforgiving heart. She wants desperately to belong somewhere without the judgement of her peers. She is constantly wondering if clan life is truly for her or if... there's something more...
LIKES,
♥ Riddles
♥ Pretty Stones
♥ Solitude
♥ Birds
♥ Night
DISLIKES,[/font]
✗ EVERYONE
✗ Poppy seeds (or anything else that dulls her senses)
✗ Sunny days or bright lights
✗ The whole war-drama-thing. "just kiss and make up already, you're all too pansy to actually do anything anyway"
✗ small-talk[/div]
HISTORY
Kit Days
Wren was born on a particularly dark and starless night in shadowclan to a frail and starving she-cat named Swamplily. In all fairness the pathetic excuse for a warrior probably shouldn't have been pregnant at all considering her physical state but she was determined to have kits now rather than waiting. In the end she would pay the highest price. Durring kitting complications Wren's mother died slowly over the course of the night. Her first kit, wren, was born alright. A little malnourished but nothing that the medicine cat couldn't fix. The second kit was late coming out and died in the birthing process.
Upon seeing the body of his mate lain motionless Buzzardheart took this as a sign he was free of all responsibilities. He fleed Shadowclan and joined up with the rouges of Bloodclan which he had been looking for an excuse to do for moons. Having a weak mother, traitor father, and no name Wren was an instant pariah. For the first little while the queens of the nursery would pass her around like a hot potato that no one wanted to hold onto. Finally sick of the squabbling in the nursery Wren was forced on Mossflower much to the she-cats vivid protests. Angry with the cats of the nursery and with the kit Mossflower refused to give the kit a name.
Nearing her last moon as a kit Wren was sick of the down-cast glances she was constantly getting! She wasn't her father, she wasn't her mother, she wasn't like anyone else in the clan! How could they just label her before she even had a chance to prove herself?! She was so sick of it that she took a huge risk. When a swamp wren landed near the nursery the lilac she-cat launched at it. She was so determined to catch that bird that she sprung into the air hooking her small claws into it's back just as it prepared to take off. In shock and awe the clan was in a hush. Having witnessed this the leader dubbed her Wrenkit deciding that she finally was worthy enough of a name.
Apprentice Days
Having gone through the dark forest and come out the other side alive Wrenpaw was prepared to do anything to make her clan sorry for isolating her! It was already too late for them to make it up the pain they had caused her. All she wanted to do with her apprentice and warrior life now was get back at them! she would fight and practice and hunt her hardest until they were all jealous! When they wanted to be her friend she would turn them away with an angry scowl! Perhaps one day they'd beg her to be leader and she would leave them all without their precious monarch!
Warrior Days
As the moons went on Wrenshadow matured and realized how silly and childish making them all jealous was. She would be no better than they were. So instead she took to hunting on her own or patrolling on her own during the night while the others slept. She would return at dawn to sleep and then as the light faded from the world she would go out again. Very few cats in the clan have ever even heard the she-cat speak, some cats haven't even seen her move, only sleeping. That's the way she likes it. They stay out of her way and she stays out of theirs. If they insist on coming in her bubble then she boxes their ears. Sure she gets scolded for it but they leave her alone after that.
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OTHER INFORMATON
She's looking for someone to play: her father, a fake lover (that may be killed later) and enemies.
ETCETERA
OTHER CATS,
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