Post by ambird on Jul 17, 2011 11:28:09 GMT -10
 Name | Gender | She-cat Age | 33 moons Rank | Warrior Clan | Fog Beliefs | Thrushflower knows where she stands, and if you don't know where you do, you better know soon. StarClan! Of course. They are the greatest of the great. If you do not follow them, only pain should come to you! And those whose belief isn't as strong as it could be, should watch out as well. Without StarClan, order would be lost. With StarClan, every cat knows where they stand. Either they are good little believers, or they need be punished enough so that they become true believers. Without your faith in the great ancestors, there would be no Clan loyalty. No hope in knowing StarClan would be there. In short, no order. The warrior code is something she ties in with StarClan. It's the rules they have placed in their descendants care! Most definitely it must be followed. With her strong belief, Thrushflower will give cats chances to look beyond their imbecile attitude and believe in what is really right. Of course, if these cats don't give way to her believes, she no longer attempts to save them. To her, they are as good as dead. If they don't want StarClan in their lives, well then, are they really living at all? But, as being in her position of authority, she has to put some of those ideas in her head away for the moment. Regardless if she would want some of her Clan-mates.....gone. Yes, let's use the phrase gone. PineClan? Thrushflower refuses to acknowledge their existence. If they cannot accept that StarClan is in fact out there, then may they all burn to wherever non-believers go. They are dense and idiotic cats, and she isn't afraid to voice that opinion, in the nicest way she can. But, her words always have subtext. Parents | Wayne-father [NP] and Thorn-mother [NP] Siblings | Carrie [NP] Other Kin | None. Mate | Not yet. Crush | Not yet. Kits | Not yet. Apprentice/Mentor | Not yet. Appearance | She has an interesting build. Thrushflower's lanky, but you cannot see that underneath her thick, long fur. Actually, she looks rather cute with her bouncy tail and pixie like features. Do not let this deceive you, however. She is an average sized cat, but may look larger at times by her fur being fluffed out in rage. If you see her twice her size, its best to stay away. Be it Green-Leaf or Leaf-Bare, her fur keeps its thickness, making her something of an unbearable grump in the hotter days. In her fur coloring, white is the dominant color. On her back, she has a defined brown patch, filled with flicks of black and a spot of white. On her back legs she has two splotches of brown-black, cover from the end of her paw up to her knees. Thrushflower's tail is just as poofy as the rest of her. It is mostly brown, with a few tints of black. The inside part of her tail is a lighter coloring of brown. Thrushflower's face has a triangle-shaped patch of white by her mouth and up to her forehead. Her nose has a speck of black to the left side of her face, while the rest of her nose is pink. Her cheeks and up to her ears is brown and tipped with black. She has black markings around her cheeks and above by her ears. Thrushflower's ears have white fluff inside of them. She has white whiskers that droop, and her eyes are darker shade of blue. They always seem fogged by a fake niceness. Personality | First impressions may be how most interpret people, but that is not the case for Thrushflower. You may at first meet her, and seem to like her. She makes many around her uncomfortable, if she is angry, the expression sets cats on edge. Her face wears a grin, while her eyes show a fake kindness. Looking deeper, cats can find the true anger. Depending on who you are, and who you're related to, or what you believe, she couldn't care less about you. Many can look her in the eye the first time they meet her, but once they look, they have a hard time meeting eye contact again. Just because of her fake plastered smile that always seems to be there. Not everyone sees her as an evil cat with her own agenda, however. Those she deems worthy as 'good' in her eyes, she has pretty good relationships. Some of her friendships are only reinforced by similar beliefs in StarClan. Others don't know what to make of her, and choose to just label her as 'one of those weird FogClanner's'. And, given FogClan's current state, that isn't a wrong judgement. Was Thrushflower always like this? No, but her parent's....interesting philosophy's turned her into the cat she is today. Her loyalties lie with FogClan, simply because they believe as much as she does. Joining any other Clan would have made her seem like an oddball. Granted, she isn't normal, but she fits in better with FogClan's views on life. She listens to her leader(or in this case Volepelt, as Fogclan currently has no official leader), and medicine cat. Their words can be nothing but the truth. If she does feel played, than she gets back justly at whatever cat decided to mess with her, If a cat cannot listen to the Code, and feels the need to deviate from it, she will justly punish them. After all, it was set by their ancestor's, why on Earth would it be faulty? The answer: it isn't! Cats who feel they should 'follow their hearts' instead of the Code are obviously deranged and need help. If they don't want the help, then brute force is necessary. As far as being social among her Clan-mates, only with the ones she likes. Sure, she'll have a meet and greet with about any of her Clan, but if they really don't see eye-to-eye, than Thrushflower really doesn't want to waste her personal time on cats who will not listen unless you have other means to get them to listen. If you do have the please of being accepted by her, then she most likely won't shut up. Her idea is that she is the top, and you are the bottom. If you don't like that, don't attempt to talk to her. Overall, she couldn't care less of what lower Clan-mates felt about her. For example, apprentices. They're just pawns that will soon be played in due time. Others, depending on rank and level of popularity among the Clan, she would treat as if they were among the ranks of Starclan. Kissing up is a great skill of hers. If there is anything hidden within Thrushflower, it is the hate of non Clanners. She dislikes how they can climb up in the ranks of a Clan, and not even be the descendant of Starclan themselves. Herself not even being of Forestclan blood, makes her a definite hypocrite. Although if anyone brings up this, she will immediately silence them with a glare and a forced smile. She doesn't want tainted blood among the Clan, but if she were ever to have kits, she would never consider them to be half-Clan, but full Clan. Her belief is that since her family left her to the Clan as a kit, that she is one. But, if you want to join after the formation, then too late. You should have considered that sooner. Why, you ask, would she want to become a Council Member for Fogclan? Honor, above all else. To prove that she is more than capable of ratting out cats who she just never saw the light really go off in. Disobeying her? Oh, she didn't just join in on the fun to see cats become believers, no matter how forced. Climbing that latter always comes first. If it can help her achieve her own goals, then why not try it out? As long as she can throw in a few cats she feels...do not belong within the Clan, the whole force to believe thing can work out great. With the Clan tainted with rouges and the like(particularly rouges, she has no use for them), all she wants to do is cleanse it. If your a true believer, she will cut out the fact you aren't of Clan descent. But, if you have your doubts...watch out. Thrushflower would love this job! It suits her two-faced attitude perfectly. If you do believe in Starclan...why keep you pathetic existence a reality? Agreeing with how Thrushflower feels on StarClan is not a choice. Either you do, or she doesn't feel like she should even consider acquainting herself with you. If you feel as if she isn't saying the truth, then be wary. Her biggest matter is loyalty, and if she feels you aren't true to the Clan, to the Code or the biggest disloyalty, StarClan, than you had better watch your paw-steps. No matter what, she will trust in her opinion. If yours does not comply, then she feels it isn't important to her. To sum her up in a few words, she is a fake cat, and anything she says to you should be taken with great caution. She doesn't want a happy ending for everyone. Only a select few, because they listened from the start. Almost everything she says has a double meaning, and if you don't catch on to the fact she probably doesn't like you, your obliviousness will not save you. Skills | Her best skill is her hunting. Whether it be her natural thirst to see others pain if they do not comply with her, or just her talent shining through, Thrushflower can hunt down a creature faster than most. A skill that shines through because of her hunting is tracking. If you do not want to be found by her, do not give her a reason to have to find you. No matter how, or for who, she will find you. She's good at this, because as an apprentice she would follow others, recognizing scents of other cats, and of animals at an early age. Thrushflower doesn't really fight. Why need to? She can turn a cat on another just by a few words. Getting her paws dirty would just make her look like the bad guy. And who needs that now-a-days. When she feels everyone else isn't doing a good enough job at bringing in the punishment, then she'll gleefully jump up at the change to bring justice to a confused cat. After all, what's a little pain to make a cat realize what they really should be doing? She has a way with words, or at least, she likes to think she does. To the cats that she feels she can use her time best on, Thrushflower usually phrases things in ways she feels are so 'clever' to herself. Lying is a skill she is proud to say she can use care-freely. And it isn't really lying if she's saying exactly what foolish non-believers want to hear, is it? But, the thing she loves about the lying is seeing the stupid, gullible cats realize when she says its fine that they don't fully believe. And when she turns? Their expressions are priceless. History | Kittenhood: This is probably what made Thrushflower the demented cat she is today. Like any kitten, she was innocent and did not know the wrongs that had befell her father. Most always recall things that it was her kittypet father, Wayne, who was to blame. Though, from the witness herself, Thrushflower has never trusted Thorn, her mother. Wayne was blamed because it always is the tom's fault when something goes astray, isn't it? Well, the story really begins the night everything fell apart. "Thorn...what is Isabelle doing in the corner, all alone?" Wayne asked uneasily, having visited from his two-leg home. He had come into Thorn's den, and she was sitting there, Isabelle sitting at the other end of the den. He had wondered why Thorn had grown more attached to Carrie. Then he realized Isabelle was the runt, and in his rouge mate's eyes, she wouldn't survive as well as the older, bigger kitten. "You know as well as you do that she won't make it. Why try?" her mother said matter-of-factly. He grimaced at her response, hoping for something a bit more optimistic. "But...she's your kit! All that mother love!" he said, hoping she may of just been in some sort of mood at the time. "Wayne. I can't make some runt survive. In my world you survive or die. In yours you're given everything. Do you really think she'd survive either knowing what she could have had if she wasn't some pip-squeak?" "Thorn....what am I supposed to do with her? You know as well as I do that my two-legs couldn't support her!" he said, shocked she wasn't thinking of the kit as anything more than an animal. "I dunno. Think of something. Those Clan cats or whatever seem a pretty good example of good parents. Why not go with them?" she said, starting to ignore him and focus on her other kitten. "Those wildcats? They feral! Who knows what they'd do to her!" he said, even more startled from that comment. She shrugged, pulling Carrie closer to her, "Well, if you don't think of something, your kit is as good as dead." "My kit? I hope you know kittens just don't have father's." he said scathingly, carefully picking up the white and black kitten by the neck. With one last spiteful look at who he used to consider his mate, he swiftly padded out of there. With his mate out of the picture, Wayne started thinking of options. Maybe the neighbors? No, they couldn't afford a kitten either. Somehow get his owner's to give her a look? No, she'd be gone then next day because they'd send her off to that shelter place. The more he thought about it the more he realized Thorn had had the right idea about those wild cats. Maybe.... He looked down at the kitten being held by his mouth. She looked so fragile, breakable at any moment. "Daddy...why did momma leave us?" she asked suddenly, her squeaky mew coming out faintly. Isabelle needed help. Wayne swallowed hard, trying to think of a way to phrase this gently to the impressionable kitten. "It's not that she doesn't love you....It's...it's complicated, honey." "So...where are we going?" "Correction, Isabelle. Where are you going." "Daddy...why did you say that not as a question." she was smart for a small kit, he' d give his daughter that. "Because...because you're going to a real home now, honey." he said, trying to fake a smile the best way he knew how to. "Real home? You mean you aren't my dad?" she asked curiously. He could take that one way....or another way. "No, I am. But you need a real family. One that will always be there." "Goodbye, fake daddy." she said as he put her down, near what he assumed was a border. Apprenticeship: To almost every Fogclanner's surprise in the dawn patrol they found a small kit, barely 6 moons old right on the border. Many thought at first she was a plant, from one of the other Clan's. But then someone brought up the point of: Why would they? The Clan's were freshly formed. Strife right at the beginning wasn't something that Fogclan saw any of them doing. So, she was named Thrushpaw and placed in the care of one of the warrior's as a new apprentice. Thrushpaw went through all of her apprenticeship not knowing of her heritage. Her obliviousness, to some degree, was probably better for her. The other apprentices always hinted there wasn't something quite right with her. That discussion probably started the day she looked up to some of the cats people were more wary of. Like Mistpelt. Some felt she was a bit extreme, while Thrushpaw saw her for what she thought she was: a visionary. Seeing what Mistpelt could do, she vowed to grow up to be just as sucsessful and believe in Starclan as much as she did. Her Starclan kick started then and there. Once she saw Thorn across the border(not knowing who this cat was, of course) and yowled at her, bragging about how 'Your a poor sucker who has to fend for yourself. No one to help you. Not even if you begged for Starclan themselves would they help a rouge like you!' Let's just say Thorn recognized her, and she and Wayne had an interesting little discussion. Thorn did approve of where she had ended up, but the fact that she didn't recognize her own mother offended her. (But let's think for a moment here, what would Thrushpaw remember her for? Being a wretched mother.) Warrior Life: Thorn tried for as long as she could to let it go. But apparently she wanted to claim her daughter. Only proud because she had survived where her own mother said she wouldn't. Well, she caught the newly named Thrushflower out alone, hunting. So she crossed the boundaries and bounded over to her. Thrushflower was startled by the rouge freely wandering into the territory, and immediately turned on her. "Begone, rouge. The borders are marked. You crossed. I'll give you a warning this time, cross again and you will not be so lucky." she snarled. "Oh, Isabelle. How wrong I was to leave you to die. Wayne was right....you had a fighting chance. And now look at you! You've integrated into the Clan life!" her mother said proudly, confusing Thrushflower. "Isabelle? You've got the wrong cat. My name is Thrushflower. Leave, rouge. You do not belong on the land of Starclan." she growled. "Oh, did these cats tell you nothing of your heritage? You are no Clan cat. You are the result of a rouge and a kittypet. Read it and weep." her mother said, smirking. "N-No. I am a descendant of Starclan! You're just some stupid rouge. Out! Out of Fogclan territory! I will fight you!" she screeched. "Believe whatever you want, Isabelle. I only came to congratulate you on surviving. I thought you'd die within a week. And look at you! You're alive." And with that, the mysterious tabby ran out of the territory, leaving the poor warrior alone in confusion and hurt. She did learn of her past, and Thrushflower hated that that cruel cat had been right. Even if she was, she could deny it. Regardless of whatever her Clan said, she could make herself believe she was a Clan cat. Thrushflower practically was one, right? After that day, however, she came to hate rouges, loners, even kittypets. Which made it harder for her to accept whenever one joined the Clan. Even if deep down she knew she was one of them. Roleplay sample | The black and white cat peered around the territory, currently doing her favorite pass-time. Looking to rat-out...disobedient cats. What was it to her if they were taught a lesson they might not want to by force? It was their own faults for not following Fogclan new and improved Code. If they felt it wasn't what they thought it should be, then the only other option was to get them to listen through pain, or embarrassment. Currently, she was listening in to a certain cat she hadn't felt was doing his duties as a warrior. Silly tom, thinking he was all alone out in the forest and could rant to his content. Did he honestly think he had the whole forest to himself? Common mistake, sure, but not for long. Thrushflower already didn't like the fact that he felt he needn't comply to everything in the old Code, and he may as well be spitting on the new one. Well, what was she to do with this naughty tom? Punishment was in order. But to what degree she knew not...yet. He was padding around, acting like he actually could be doing that! Disgraceful. Need she remind him that they were running short on prey? Those unworthy apprentices were starving, but what was she to do about that? Once everyone else was taken care of, then they could finally fill their bellies. The problem with that was there was so little prey to be found. This discouraged her, yes, but in Starclan's grand scheme, this had to have a purpose. If not to drive out cats, then to show them where the weak ones were. And all that was left from that was to get rid of the problems within said cats. She shook her head at his stupidity, and slowly crept from her spot in the bushes. "Cranetail, I would have thought you would have known better than to mutter about your discontent. Following the Code is law, need I remind you?" she said, purring in that way that unsettled so many. The startled white tom looked up from the spot he had been glaring at. The discontent on his face changed immediately to a bit of horror. "Thrushflower! I was just...um..." he said unevenly. Despite the fact he was playing the innocent cat, she could see underneath that. He was furious. He had no right to, however. So, what must she do? Punishment, of course. "You mustn't disrespect your superiors, now should you? What if one was to hear," she smirked at this, her purring continued, "I think a strike to the flank would do you good." he looked like he'd love to claw her face off. Anger never did any cat good. She clawed his flank, gave him one last smirk and padded off, smelling the fresh scent of blood as she headed back to camp. Critique level |Criticize all aspects of my character.  |
