rabbitstep // tempest

[lily ♫]

NAME// rabbitstep
AGE// 47 moons
GENDER// she-cat
CLAN// tempestclan
DESIRED POSITION// medicine cat warrior
SHORT DESCRIPTION// a tabby and white she-cat with mismatched eyes.


DESCRIPTION//

Short-haired pelt and thick, worn muscles, Rabbitstep is most definitely not the youngest, nor is she the oldest. Her long journey took a toll on her body, but she remains as strong as she can possibly be under her conditions. If a cat is scenting her, they will be met with the sweet aroma of milk, as she never quite shook the scent from her ravaged pelt. In a way, this is most likely StarClan haunting her kits murder and her abandonment. Amid her muddy brown tabby fur and markings, there is a sharp pinpoint of ivory across her chest and face. A single spike of color turns down her chest and points to her underbelly. Mirrored above this is yet another color spike that shoots upward at and through her face. This color, which happens to be white, splits her nose into two uneven colors; the palest of all pinks, and the most scarlet burgundy there could possibly be. Mismatched eyes of olive and periwinkle, the color around her pupils seems to be shadowed with darker hues of the same colors.

PERSONALITY//

Rabbitstep is a very confused individual. Her loyalty is to StarClan and only StarClan, though she easily abides by TempestClan's rules and regulations. She's kind to her patients and seems to be mildly tempered unless irritated. Every now and again she grows quite grumpy and can often be found muttering under her breath about those around her. Ginger toms bother her mentally and make her tongue-tied as they remind her of her past life. She gets along better with she-cats nowadays than she used to with toms, but she will never turn away a cat that wishes to have a conversation. Though she is bound by the warrior code now, Rabbitstep will tell those curious enough about her family in a bright, happy tone, though most of her stories are lies. When she communicates with StarClan, they show her the lives that could have been those of her kits, and Rabbitstep is ashamed of her actions. Never has she or will she reveal all that she has done to the cats around her. Quick to speak up and slow to complain, Rabbitstep tries to serve her new Clan in every way possible that she can. Her goal is to be a level-headed, calm she-cat, though that is not always the case.

EXPERIENCE//

Born to a pair of happy parents in a land many moons journey away in a Clan called Fjord, Rabbitkit was always a happy little girl. She trained hard to become a warrior, yet a dog attack during one of the coldest winters of her life changed it quite drastically. Rabbitpaw was trapped inside the medicine cat's den for many moons, forced to learn some of the most helpful herbs and healing techniques by pure boredom. As soon as she could possibly escape, the tabby she-cat tried hard to catch up her apprenticeship, yet failed. It was then during those troubled moons that she met Meteorpaw, a fine ginger tom that respected her and treated her like one of the guys. She enjoyed his company, and it was only natural for them to bond and become close. Eventually, many moons after they became warriors, they mated, and Meteorstrike and Rabbitstep were the perfect couple. Soon after, though, he was made FjordClan deputy by the young leader, Howlstar, and disaster struck. Pressured from all directions, Rabbitstep found herself pregnant and Meteorstrike's attention began to wane as he took up more duties for the Clan. Convinced he did not love her but only wanted her to bear his kits, Rabbitstep left the Clan in shame, and bore her kits in the high mountain territory. Flooded with confusion, she slaughtered all of the kits but one, a small ginger tom like his father named Acornkit. She left him to be found by a patrol and faked her own death. Six moons later, she showed up in TempestClan territory and healed an injured warrior under the watchful eye of Voidstar, the Clan's leader.

OTHER//

Thunder boomed across the land and lightning raced across the sky. Storms had always frightened her. Oh no, she wasn't from these lands, and this storm was ferocious in ways unfamiliar to her. Rabbitstep had traveled far, but a storm wasn't going to slow her down. Determined to run away from the life that she had ruined entirely, she had abandoned her kits and mate and set out on an impossible journey. Sure, she loved Meteorstrike, but he wasn't the tom he'd always been. Rabbitstep had feared that he would love their kits more than her, so she killed all but one, and left the other behind with another queen. His name would be Acornpaw by now, but enough of that. He'd never know of his father, or that was what she thought.

Rain came down then in tremendous, post-winter waves, soaking the she-cat to the bone, and quite quickly at that. Bright olive and skyblue eyes wandering for a place of shelter, they were wide with fear. Though it had become spring quite quickly, there was still an awkward chill in the air, teasing her to make a wrong move in the near freezing rain. She could take too long to find shelter and the temperature could fluctuate; hypothermia would be the death of her. Dispelling the dark thoughts as she shook her body to do the same with the heavy droplets of rain, the she-cat's eyes caught onto a fallen birch tree, the first sign of shelter in this sparse woodland. 'Perhaps avoiding that Twolegplace hadn't been the best of ideas.' She thought to herself, making a mad dash for the small bit of shelter.

Scrunching herself up underneath the hollowed fallen tree, she ducked inside it and wriggled her way past where the wind was blowing rain inside. Once she had managed to crawl down the wooden tunnel, there was a place where the tree had been snapped in half. Over this split in the wood was a bush growing rampart, providing excellent cover to the cat that was already present in the shelter. Rabbitstep gasped, stepping back into the slight darkness created by the splintered birch tree. This other cat's breathing was intensely labored, and it took all the backbone that the ivory decorated muddy brown tabby had left to approach this unknown cat. Without uttering a single sound, she had stuck out her white-laced paw and gently set her burgundy paw pad down on the cat's matted pelt around its face. The warmth that burned into the very bottom of her rough pad made the she-cat cringe. This cat had a high fever.

Immediately, her instincts kicked in, heightened by the raging storm and the severity of the foreign cat's illness. Mismatched eyes scanning the body for the source of an infection, the she-cat spotted long, deep cuts on the underbelly of the stricken cat lying before her. Muttering profanity under her breath, the she-cat dashed out into the rain, searching desperately for the herbs that she needed to save this cat's poor little soul. As she quickly raced about the sparse forest, she collected a bundle of dock leaves and feverfew before tumbling back to the hideout. Furiously creating a paste with her teeth, the she-cat spread the bitter poultice across the wounds carried on the cat's ragged body and prayed the infection would leave. Rabbitstep then attempted to help the cat consume a bit of the feverfew that she'd managed to collect out in the tempest brewing above.

It was then that she-cat woke with a start from her dreadful flashback, pulling her mismatched eyes open with anxiety. Her mind whirled from the events that she had gone through to bring her to the Clan she was so generously housed in now, and she couldn't help but feel wistful. Sure, she was thankful for everything she had now, but part of her wanted to know what had happened if she hadn't turned out so bad as she did in the end. Shaking her head and peering out of the entrance to her alcove in the great willow tree, the she-cat was glad to have her eyes met with darkness. It was night still, and there was plenty of time to recover from her haunted reverie of her past. 'StarClan,' She began to wonder. 'Have I done the right thing?' Her olive and skyblue gaze looked up worriedly at the world that most certainly did not revolve around her.

ooc: only because i knew that the day i made meteorstrike on f&a that i would eventually play his presumably dead mate.

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[MiNTY♥]

I just noticed a few spelling mistakes in here Lily, or more to the point words that are supposed to be different words, could you give it a read over and fix these? Thanks (:

[lily ♫]

Whoops! Sorry. c: All fixed now. That's what I get for not proofreading, haha.

[MiNTY♥]

xx accepted as a warrior