Post by Pyro on Aug 19, 2011 10:43:50 GMT -10
 Name | Gender | She-cat Age | 42 moons Rank | Warrior Clan | StreamClan Beliefs | Coyotestep does not believe in StarClan, and she is quite willing to admit it. She may welcome change in her life, but she's not one of those cats who can change their beliefs at the drop of a hat. She has gone her whole life without believing in StarClan, so though she is now a warrior of a clan, it will take a lot of persuading to convince her otherwise. Parents | Rosa [mother x alive x np] Wright [father x alive x np] Siblings | Orville [brother x alive x np] Wilbur [brother x alive x np] Bessie [sister x alive x np] Mate | not yet Crush | not yet Kits | not yet Apprentice | open Appearance | Long legs lift Coyotestep above most she-cats, and even some toms. However, her slight build and guileless face eliminate any intimidating aura that might be given by this height. Her tabby pelt is dark brown along the back, gradienting to a golden at her belly, and her eyes are a pale green. As per her name, her long legs often move in the quick gait of a coyote. But rather than give her the look of a slinky, shady sort of cat, they only add to her enthusiastic demeanor. And who could distrust a cat whose blue-green eyes are a-wide with innocent curiosity? Personality | As upbeat as they come, Coyotestep is always looking for the next adventure. Her enthusiasm knows no bounds, and her stubbornness often means that warnings directed toward her fall on deaf ears. She's the sort of cat who'd jump off a cliff into water just to see what it's like, and frequently she makes such leaps without looking first. Coyotestep is here to live, and let no cat stop her from doing so. Coyotestep trusts very easily, and will often try to befriend a cat before anything else. She tends to see the best in cats, even if they can't see it themselves, as cliche as that is, and optimism is the name of her game. She may not always know exactly where she's going, but as long as she's moving forward she's fine. A large part of this is because as a kittypet, she and her owner moved around a lot. Coyotestep learned pretty quickly not to dwell in what once was, and rather to look toward what would be. Why spend her time moping about the friends she left behind when there were plenty of new friends to be made elsewhere? Unfortunately, this also means that she doesn't really hold any attachment to the 'friends' that she makes, or to any cat at all really. 'Out of sight, out of mind' holds very true to this particular cat. Coyotestep is very loyal to her clan and has a certain sense of pride for it, small though it may be. This, coupled with her tendency to be a thrill-seeker provides a very volatile combination. Despite her sweet nature, if providing for her clan means going into another clan's territory...then so be it. Life is all about taking risks, right? You can't live on the sidelines, you gotta jump right in and take the consequences (or rewards) as they come. Skills | An average cat across the board, Coyotestep's skills in tracking, hunting, and fighting are decent. She lacks heavily in specialty skills like climbing and swimming, though this doesn't stop her from trying to shoot up trees or wade across rivers. Her sense of danger is certainly not what it could, or even what it should be. History | If there's anything to be said for having an owner that moves around a lot, it's that you get to see places. Her first few weeks of life were spent in the comfort of a singular and stable home, her siblings her constant companions in exploration and adventure in their small but well-tended garden. But as is the case with many, her twolegs could not keep her nor any of her siblings save one. Amelia was given to the first good home that turned up, but little did she know that was not the only uprooting she would have to survive through. Within weeks of being taken from her parents Rosa and Wright, and her siblings Orville, Wilbur, and Bessie, Amelia was traveling. Her new owner was a man who couldn't seem to settle down in one place for very long, and as such she found herself being uprooted very often. At first it wore on her. A young cat, she was predisposed to get attached to friends and whatever place she might call home, and having that taken away from her repeatedly in such quick succession...well, she had only two options: be perpetually depressed or accept her lot and take the life she'd been given by the reins. Over time she grew to love the traveling, even though it seemed like her owner never had enough to set up a permanent home somewhere. Amelia grew to relish the view of the countryside as it passed by when they were on the road (especially the gardens which reminded her of her birthplace), and her curiosity was fed daily by new sights, sounds, smells, and faces. One day, her owner seemed to hit it big and the two were on a plane to god knows where. The experience of being on a plane...a machine with no visual means of staying up in the air...looking out a window to see nothing but clouds and the occasional view of the ground below in miniature...suffice to say there was nothing quite like it. It gave her a rush to look down for the entire flight, and by the time they landed she was eager for more. Amelia began to fancy herself an explorer, a daredevil even, and this led to her leaving her owner in favor of seeing the world by herself. No longer would someone else dictate where her travels led. She wanted to decide this for herself, and nothing says adventure like roaming the wilderness. To say she 'stumbled upon' the clans is not quite accurate. She'd been told by many other loners that there was a large group of cats in the area and that it would be in her best interests to stay clear of them unless she planned on joining them. Admittedly, the structure and presence of authority didn't exactly appeal to her, seeing as she felt that she was the master of her own fate...but Amelia couldn't deny that a permanent home was tempting. Amelia loved to see the world, look under every rock, and check every cranny, however, she had to admit that it would be nice to finally have a stable home to return to at the end of the day. And so she joined Streamclan, which seemed to be the most laid back of the clans. Certainly, they'd been a tad friendlier when they found her wandering their border. She trained under her mentor, Gullstripe, with zeal, reveling in the new experience that was clan life. After moons of hard work (and pesky apprentice antics that she was probably much too old for) she cast aside her kittypet name in favor of that of a warrior: Coyotestep. Critique level | Make my cat FoF suitable speaking  |
