Post by thistle on Jul 30, 2011 3:24:06 GMT -10
have you ever listened to a heart beat?
Name | Veerythroat
Gender | she-cat
Age | twenty-three moons
Rank | warrior
Clan | meadowclan
Beliefs | Veerythroat was under her mother's influences when she first began learning about StarClan and following Tanwhisker's judgement, and so didn't believe in her so-called 'starry ancestors' at an early age. The concept was too much of a fairytale for her. And why would cats be granted all those special powers just because they died? Why did they constantly have to be burdened with the knowledge of every cats' fate? When Veerythroat dies, preferably in the midst of an honorable battle, she'd much rather have her spirit snuffed out like a candle. No longer existent, forever.
She honestly doesn't care, though. Belief or disbelief in StarClan doesn't change who a cat is... most of the time. She finds certain FogClan cats and their crazed obsession to StarClan silly and almost alarming. To devote your life to dead cats... there are so many better things to do than make up silly omens and fake prophecies. After all, life's not about thinking about the dead; it's about living and being happy for every breath.
Parents | Tanwhisker - mother [NP], Pebblefang - father [NP]
Siblings | Jaykit - brother [NP - deceased], Tawnyfur - sister [NP]
Mate | not yet
Crush | not yet
Kits | not yet
Apprentice | not yet
Appearance | Veerythroat is a tall, slightly thickset feline and is a bit masculine in appearance. At first glance one could call her pretty, but her pelt is marred with several small scars and is unkempt from living in the wild and not bothering to thoroughly look after it. Her short, usually rumpled fur is caramel brown on her back and flanks, fading into a creamy white as the color stretches further down her sides. Her long legs and tail are barred with thick dark brown streaks. She has tall, bat-like ears and large paws. She also bears dark blue eyes that contrast with the light tan colors of her facial features. Veerythroat's voice has a rather distinctive waspish, raspy tone that suits her rash personality.
Personality | Veerythroat is quite the emotional she-cat, and can be rather temperamental as well. She occasionally has unpredictable mood swings that may have her hysterically happy one minute and despairingly melancholy the next. She always has her reasons, although she won’t share them to just anyone. She’s more likely to constantly keep her cool with strangers, such as when meeting other Clans at Gatherings. Even her more emotional tantrums can’t get a hold of her when she’s with her lifelong enemies. Gatherings may be peaceful meetings but every ounce of Veerythroat’s trust is devoted to the cats in MeadowClan. And even that is unevenly divided; she’s the type to have one or two best friends who she express herself most to, and then several friendly acquaintances whos’ company she enjoys.
Veerythroat is also a hopeless romantic, albeit in her own way. She falls in love with personality, not appearance, and it takes a while for that special spark to flare. When it does, though, she falls quickly and hard and even her calm front barely masks the glazed look in her eyes whenever she daydreams about her knight in shining armor. And her calm front shields her fragile, unsteady emotions to most of the world.
She’s sensitive herself, yes, but that doesn’t mean she acts insensitive to others’ feelings. She is usually unaware when she lets a hurtful-or arrogant-remark escape her lips, and doesn’t seem to get it when some cats storm off in a huff. She tries to be as sweet and friendly as she can be, but her outspoken and overly confident personality usually overrides her lovingly compassionate side. She’s passionate about what she believes in, but couldn’t care less about others’ beliefs if it doesn’t affect her or her Clan. Veerythroat has a big ego and isn’t afraid to flaunt it whenever she pleases. Yet despite her big-headedness, she’s easy prey to the cold claws of jealousy. Anyone can tell when she’s envious of someone, as her bitter and aloof moments occur a lot more than usual, and she’s really loud. Really. Loud. It’s an obvious attempt to draw attention to herself, because she adores her spotlight and wants to feel like she still exists when she’s shoved out.
She hurts easily, which may be why her guard is up with anyone who hasn’t managed to win her undying loyalty. She likes feeling as though she’s the most important, the most interesting gal around. Many cats make her bristle just by being there. It’s unlikely that she’ll ever get past her uncertainty, even if she was appointed deputy and then leader. Her paranoia keeps her on her toes but to some of her close friends, it seems like she could crack at any moment.
Veerythroat’s not easily impressed, and makes it very clear when she dislikes someone. Her blue-eyed stare would be as frosty and aloof as her cold shoulder. She can hold a grudge for forever, literally, and it’s difficult to regain her love once you’ve lost it. She’s not usually interested in second chances.
Every Clan has a few workaholics, and Veerythroat is one of MeadowClan’s. She’s an observant and realistic feline, but somehow manages to set impossible deadlines for herself and get tasks done on time. She loves hunting and fighting and tracking and even occasionally swimming when the weather becomes unbearably hot. She’s probably most comfortable when she settles into a sort of drive that makes her not want to ever stop until her job is done for the day. That drive makes every small animal she catches just another piece of fresh-kill, the same steps done over again and again. She’s enthusiastic and likes volunteering, but on bad days has the sense to excuse herself to her mossy nest for a long nap.
She prefers having strict schedules and can be flexible only to a certain point. Any future apprentice of hers really doesn’t want a tardy first day. Or make any late appearance in front of Veerythroat at all. She believes in loving adoration towards the young until they need to be corrected. Then she’s as strict as a drill sergeant. She’s an ambitious feline but knows her boundaries, and she has no plans to try to aim for deputy. To be honest, she just wants to have fun, and training is part of that ‘fun’ for her.
Overall, Veerythroat is a confident but emotional warrior with insecurity and workaholic issues, as well as a sharp tongue. Good luck on trying to be friends with her; it’s easy till you take one tiny step out of place.
Skills | Veerythroat is a fairly average warrior, but her enthusiasm and work-drive manages to make up for her lack-of incredible talent. She's turned out to be quite a good hunter, however, using her stealth and sure-footedness to bring down prey. In battle she rarely makes strategies beforehand; she prefers plunging into the midst of a fight and thinking up tactics when they're needed. She's strong from constant training and is very capable of taking on almost anyone, both physically and mentally. After all, Veerythroat adores a challenge.
History | Veerykit was born in the nursery alongside two other squirming bundles of damp fur, cocooned by their mother's warm and rather exhausted body. She used to be a loner who had joined the ForestClan when they had stopped by her (and a few other cats') farm. Tanwhisker, known simply as Wind back then, was almost instantly swept off her paws by a particularly handsome tom with a low, reassuring voice and kind smile. She tagged along for a bit of their journey before deciding to stay; this sort of life had so much more purpose in it. And with purpose, love and laughter.
Of course, her laughter was subdued when Jaykit died from a sudden bout of greencough-he was barely a week old when she awoke to find him still warm but lifeless all the same. Her love never wavered, however, and she lavished her attention onto both remaining kits. Veerykit and Tawnykit grew up rather spoiled by their mother's affection, turning into the dependent sore-losers that their father detested with all his heart. He didn't hate his children; he simply wanted them to learn to grow up, and Tanwhisker wasn't helping. He spoke to his mate, but she just went from one extreme to the other. Her bemused daughters went from a pampered lifestyle to one where they would actually have to make themselves useful to earn affection. Veerykit hated having to do simple, tedious 'chores' such as bringing moss from the outskirts of camp to the elder's den and running around, delivering messages for apprentices and warriors to lazy to get up. And for what? Her parents' welcoming eyes and loving praise? Soon, however, she began to feel rather proud of her 'duties'. She was practically an apprentice! ... technically.
So at the end of her kithood, most of her personality was already firmly shaped and she felt confident as she took her first step into apprenticeship. It was an fairly uneventful stage in her life, excluding an unfortunate incident. She enjoyed most of it her apprenticeship. Veerypaw was incredibly driven and enthusiastic in her training, constantly striving to be the best. If she wasn't, then she would just pretend in her mind that she was. She was a bright student who was well-liked by most, although she adopted her mentor's suspicious and occasionally wry side and presented herself as a quite calm and collected she-cat at Gatherings. She still does.
However, around the time when she was nine moons old, Tawnypaw was attacked by a fox protecting her den and one of her flanks was practically ripped to shreds, her hind leg snapped. Her parents and friends crowded around her as often as they could, and so did Veerypaw, although something was off. Nobody paid any attention to her. If they did, it was now about her poor sister and how unlucky she was. She had never felt so ignored in her life. She doubted that she had ever been ignored in her life. Veerypaw was 'tolerant' at first, but then she started to resent the attention her sister was still getting two weeks later. Tawnypaw was slowly on her way to recovery, but things still weren't back to normal with Veerypaw basking in the spotlight.
And so Veerypaw threw herself into training, more than she had ever done before (if that was even possible). She became insecure, doubts constantly gnawing at her heart. Two and a half moon cycles later, Tawnypaw was shaky on her feet but healed, and the two sisters were as close as ever.
But the insecurity never really went away.
Veerythroat was given her well-deserved warrior name almost as soon as she turned twelve moons. Her sister, who she adored but found rather quiet, was also re-named a moon after her and is now Tawnyfur. Veerythroat felt slightly deflated after her ceremony; there was nothing more to strive for since she had no interest in leadership. But that was still alright in her book. After all, now she was a respected warrior and life was about to get so, so exciting-hopefully for the better.
Critique level | Criticise all aspects of my character
i've never heard something sound so alive.
