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Post by steps ` on Feb 26, 2011 4:59:11 GMT -5
NAME// kestrelsong
AGE// 58 moons
GENDER// she-cat
CLAN// celestialclan
DESIRED POSITION// warrior
SHORT DESCRIPTION// a lithe-built she-cat with a short-furred taupe pelt and deep chatreuse-yellow eyes.
DESCRIPTION// Namesake derived from her frail, acicular form, she was born a fragile kit, bones as long and thin as the bird that shares her calling and covered in markings that were all too similar to the speckled breast of the kestrel. Her frame is lithe and slender, sparrow-boned and elegant in both appearance and movement.
Coated from head to toe in a base paint of medium taupe, her pelt is an artist’s canvas, vibrant, sprained and tempestuous. The fur hugs tightly to her willowy frame, often exposing every sylph-like muscle with even the smallest of movements, acting as a second skin that would bring, many a time in the moons long past, her misfortune and grief. Upon this coat of pallid grey-brown is an overlay of burnt bistre, scorched upon her pelt as if branded by heated iron, dabbed harshly in dark circles and streaks that whisk delicately down from her neck to her tail. A smooth curve outlines the gentle arc of her spine, a camber than runs straight to the end of her tail, upon which lay rings of bistre, varying in width. From the slight curvature of her long neck, starting at the white splotch that lies quietly on her muzzle and seeping downwards, spreading like a flood of burning gamboge over the sky at sunset, is a delicate fawn hue that coats the soft flesh of her belly and the sinewy chest.
Her ears are large and rounded, set upon her head, and her eyes, two great orbs of glittering chartreuse, lie deep within her sharp, defined facial features, both harsh and sombre, kind and gentle at any time. She moves as if her bones are made of fragile porcelain, long, elegant stalks that have long lost that awkward lankiness of adolescence and now have gained a wisp-like grace that coats her svelte form.
PERSONALITY// One word could not be used to sum up this tempestuous she-cat, as her mind whirs and tumbles like a hurricane, falling from fierce and hostile to gentle and kind in the space of a few seconds. She is a quiet storm, drifting clouds of dark rage that build within her, but she keeps hushed, quietly, dangerously.
Quietly level-headed, rational and sombre, she will be the last to snap in times of confusion and anger, and chooses to calm others and keep the situation from escalating with her ever-tranquil aura and soothing, song-like voice. She has lived long enough to know that time is wasted on words of hate and fight, her fierce green-golden eyes often enough to quiet down even the most boisterous of kits or silence the most raucous of warriors, and will do what she can to avoid the trouble. Stern and solemn, she speaks to many in an almost professional and distant manner, a far cry from the playful apprentice many saw in her younger moons, and prefers to keep a distance from befriending others. An intimidating air often surrounds this she-cat, her silent nods of agreement or greeting enough to dispel any thoughts of approaching her – as she quietly fears – and is an introvert, finding her only happiness in the confines of the forest, far from the camp and isolated from the suffocating breath of her clanmates.
But let this be a warning to all that believe her quietness will make her an easy target. She is anything but the weak, fragile ghost of her past, and has grown to become one of the most lethal warriors of the clan, cunning in her moves and cautious with her strikes, known for her slight, agile body and her deathly sharp claws, combined with precise stabs and slashes to bring her opponent down with as little effort as possible.
Her psyche is like a malfunctioning watch, the countdown slowing to a standstill after the many moons of her living having worn upon her, chipping away slowly at her mental state. For too many times to count, her past has been ravaged by words of envy and jealousy at her strange, almost other-worldly pelt, and quiet and accepting as she was, the she-cat would let them pass through her as cleanly as possibly, ignoring the daggers while never revealing the scars they left. She fears commitment, love, friendship, things that could lead to weaknesses, despair and hurt, and closes herself away as soon as things become ‘too much’ for her. These are nothing but dreams that one will eventually wake up from, feelings that mean nothing and all but destroy lives, immaterial and useless.
EXPERIENCE// Birth
A newborn, standing on the precipice that stands between life and death, found on the outskirts of the CelestialClan territory. Her strange markings drew curious gazes from the clan cats, but many refused to spare anymore but a glance to the frail kit, believing her to be claimed by StarClan in no more than a few weeks. Raised by a queen, more interested in the blood of her own than that of the cuckoo’s child, she grew up and lived, raised on the harsh words and taunting of the jealous kits and the disapproving glances of loyal warriors.
Youth
As a young apprentice, she fell in love with a tom whose name she has long dispelled from her mind. She loved him from afar, shy with adolescent fear, and knew very well what it meant when her heart fluttered which each glance he spared her. He was vain and handsome, a narcissist that fawned over himself and basked in the love that many other she-cats threw his way. She, the quiet butterfly, with her foreign beauty often drawing unwanted attention to herself, was the complete opposite, insecure and fearful of others. Her pelt, covered in exotic patterns of lands far away, drew looks from toms vying for a spot as one who could woo the pretty apprentice – she rejected each and every one of them, hoping, dreaming an ignorant dream that she would be with the one she loved – and from she-cats alike, but in a different light as they envied her, choosing either to ignore her or poke fun at her strangeness, taunting her with words, the silent one, the ugly one, look how her pelt is such a dull colour!
Eventually, moons passed, and the tom became interested in having a mate who would be befitting to his own beauty. Interested in the young Kestrelpaw, he smiled upon her and strung her along, taunting her with empty compliments and pitying glances. She, confused and naive, fell harder and eventually, as all things falling do, hit the ground. He turned away as swiftly as he had become interested and decided to choose one of his loyal supporters as his mate and she was left, dazed and broken. Throwing herself into a rigorous training schedule, she chose to lose herself in work rather than ever fall for another tom again and waste all her feelings on immaterial useless things that would only cause hurt.
Adulthood
She meets the young Cometkit, fresh from the despair of his mother’s death, and felt pity for the two siblings, taking them in as her own. She knew naught of how to love them, and when she became the tom’s mentor, she taught him what she knew and did her best to be the mother, a hopeful imitation of what he had lost, to him. Kestrelsong, still aching from her heartbreak, saw a potential within him, a little spark within the ginger tom, and swore to make him the best that there was. However, things went differently for the young tom as he fell in love with her, and she could do nothing to stop him. She refused his advances, many reasons making her chose to break the young tom’s heart. She was so many things, fearful of the thought of falling back in love, unsure as their positions, a mentor and an apprentice, meant they were so different, how could a mentor, a teacher love her own student, even if they were only twelve moons apart, and love might pull him back from reaching his full potential. Love was a useless, distracting thing, and she did not want him to be victim to its terrible clutches. He was young and vibrant, a shining star whose smile had the power to brighten up dim days, and she would do anything to keep him that way.
Even if it meant never speaking to him again.
Maturity
As he stepped to the leader position, she knew she had done right. Pulling herself away had made him the strong leader he would be, kind and thoughtful, peaceful and patient, he had become the star she had always seen in him. She was sure that he no longer kept her within his heart – after all, the same had happened to her and she had chose to completely dispel the tom in question from her mind – but she knew that it was still better to keep her distance. She would prove to be nothing but a distraction to him, after all, as he was a leader and was tied to the clan. She was just a she-cat, a ghost of his past, a dark, painful blemish and there was nothing left for the both of them but their own paths.
OTHER// for more info on experience, see Cometstar. (:
also: SHE IS SO LOVELY. i think my favourite character so far :D [/blockquote] |
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