Post by Mockingbird on Nov 25, 2011 9:07:33 GMT -10
Name | Kestrelkit, Kestrelpaw, Kestreltail
Gender | She-cat
Age | 32 moons
Rank | Deputy
Gender | She-cat
Age | 32 moons
Rank | Deputy
Beliefs | Kestreltail is a firm believer in Starclan. Every choice she makes, every word she speaks, is influenced by their will and their power. She sees them not as a distant group of ancestors watching over them, but rather as an acting group of cats that has a will and a desire for the cats on earth. A group of cats that will step in when absolutely necessary and bring peace or war depending upon what is needed. They are all knowing, all powerful, and ever watching. Kestreltail has a love and faith in Starclan that fuels her leadership like no other.
Clan | Meadowclan
Parents | Heavytail (father), Lightfoot (mother)
Siblings | Only surviving kit
Other Kin | None
Mate | Nope
Crush | Nope
Kits | Nope
Apprentice/Mentor | Not yet
Parents | Heavytail (father), Lightfoot (mother)
Siblings | Only surviving kit
Other Kin | None
Mate | Nope
Crush | Nope
Kits | Nope
Apprentice/Mentor | Not yet
Appearance | Kestreltail is, in appearance, a powerful she-cat. Her stature rivals a large tom which can create an intimidating presence at times. She is long, both in her torso and in her neck and tail, easily a tail-length longer than any other in her clan. Her legs are lengthy as well, and she stands half a head taller than other cats her age. She is filled out nicely, not appearing lanky despite her length and height, as her fur is thick and her muscles well built beneath it.
The fur that gives her a proportional appearance is very dark, almost jet black but for a few patches of gray on her face and paws. However, the black fur is overrun by red over almost her entire body, intermingling to create a stately appearance. It peters out around the base of her tail, and right at her collarbone, leaving her tail and head completely black.
Kestreltail's face is round with angular features. Her eyes are the general shape of a triangle, the outside corner pointing upward toward the edge of her tall ears. They are nearly a milky white in color, though there is a slight green tint if studied long enough. At the center, there are tiny black slits for pupils, blending quietly into the color of her fur. Her nose is small, also pointed severely down toward her mouth which is small and generally unsmiling. Her whiskers are a bright white, highly contrasting against her black fur and sloping gently downward.
Personality | Kestreltail is a gentle cat for the most part, kind with her words and easy to get along with, though she is by no means a pushover. Her general demeanor is quiet, though her sheer size and reputation earn her an easy respect from the others around her, if for no better reason than that they know better than to cross a cat bigger than themselves. But Kestreltail is not one to break out into a tongue-lashing over one misguided comment, rather she will explain the effects in hopes of teaching. This she-cat thinks of herself not so much as the deputy of the clan but as the mentor of all clan members, seeking to raise them from kithood to eldership with gentle guidance.
Kestreltail has a soft spot for young kits and apprentices. She can see the freedom and innocence in their youth, remembering the lack of joy in her own and feeding off of others'. It is for this reason that she spends her free time nearby the nurseries or chatting with the apprentices. Not only does she want to know her clan, but she wants them to know her. It is her personal feeling that the relationship between deputy and clan should be mutually beneficial.
Kestreltail will not decide how to treat a patient without the help of Starclan and certainly not without the input of the patient themself. Friends come into play as well, and she considers everyones thoughts before coming to a conclusion. Still, when a cat's life is on the line, she will make a command decision immediately. She takes pride in her ability to judge and compromise.
The she-cat has an immense fear of the dark, and will only go out into the forest at night with a companion. The moonlight is comforting to her, but once she leaves it she becomes almost frozen with fear. She mistrusts tom cats because of her father's actions against her family, and does not open to them easily. She would never neglect a tom, but she will gladly avoid them in an average situation. She is not a strong swimmer, and struggles at times with hunting. Kestreltail also tends to neglect herself out of concern for others.
This she-cat does her best to take interest in her clan before herself, knowing that what is best may not always be easy or comfortable for her or anyone else. She will not put the prosperity any one cat in jeopardy, but at times she will recognize the need to let go for the sake of another's comfort. Kestreltail is not just a mentor and deputy, she is a companion, and she will be one until her dying breath.
Skills | As an apprentice was always a terrific hunter and fighter, thought a better fighter than anything else. Kestreltail's large size can, at times, be an impediment to her hunting, but her mass allows her cleaner kills and larger prey, not to mention the advantage in battle. Her thick fur makes it difficult for fangs and claws to reach her skin and her mass puts more weight behind each blow and more force in every bite. Kestreltail is also exceptional at giving advice and teaching other cats how to think things through. Her ability to sense tension and deal with it is helpful to her position, as is her compassionate heart.
She's not particularly quick on her feet, and she's not as agile as many others. Her eyesight can be poor in certain light, and doesn't adjust very quickly to sudden darkness or lightness.
History | Kestrelkit was born in the nursery just like every other kit, to a healthy mother and amongst strong siblings. Her mother was the only queen in the nursery at the time, leaving plenty of room for the kits to stretch out and grow. But it was this solitary place that became Hell for the small family only days after birth. You see, the kits had been born to a gentle, kind mother, but their father was a cruel tom. He was a rogue who had stolen the queen's heart away from her real mate, twisting her feelings for him into an obsession before tearing her apart and leaving. But now, with kits to ruin it all, he was prepared for action. He snuck into the camp after dark and killed every kit he could find, managing only to get a claw into Kestrelkit before he was dragged out by Streamclan warriors. He left her family in ruins, her mother injured badly and every other kit in the nursery dead.
She never heard from him again after that night, and grew to be a strong apprentice. Kestrelpaw was eager to learn, and her mentor taught her well. Kestrelpaw began her training and was warrior material far quicker than her peers. Still, she waited the obligatory amount of time to be named alongside her friends. Kestrelpaw was proudly named Kestreltail for her sensitive nature and fantastic abilities
Role Play Example |
Kestreltail stretched her back, expressing a large yawn as she stepped out into the sunlight of the early morning. The orange light cast a ginger hue over her dark fur, the burnt orange glowing even brighter than usual, shining extravagantly in the light. She blinked softly against the sun, closing her eyes to take in the warmth and flicking her ears to hear the gentle "twirp, twirp" of the early songbirds. Another quiet day.[/b][/blockquote][/size]
Or so she thought.
Suddenly the sound of furious yowling and pained growls came from the camp entrance. She whipped her head around to see a limping tom-cat being helped along by two fellow-warriors. They each looked furious, but there was agony on the face of the limping tom. She rushed to their side to assess the wound in his leg. His paw was twisted grotesquely and she winced in sympathy pains for her friend Darkear.
"What's happened?" Her firm voice demanded answers and they were quickly provided.
"Those Starclan forsaken Pineclan are at it again. We were patrolling the border as you ordered last night and they jumped us. Tore Darkear's tail to pieces.
Kestreltail peered around the thin tom's side to catch a glimpse of a bloodied...thing...attached to her friend's rear. There was a bit missing. "Help him to the medicine-cat den."
The deputy sprinted across the clearing to the warriors den and yowled inside, "Rainwhisker! Cloudfoot! Rabbitnose! We have work to do, let's go!" The cats knew their deputy well and rushed out, almost knocking her over on the way out. They took their orders and set about waking other warriors and their respective apprentices and heading out into the forest. Kestreltail snatched up her own apprentice and headed out as well after alerting Cederstar.
She had a clan to protect.