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Post by lace ! on Jun 9, 2011 17:45:18 GMT -5
NAME// --- Fallenstreak
AGE// --- 13 moons
GENDER// --- Female
CLAN// --- CelestialClan
DESIRED POSITION// --- Warrior
SHORT DESCRIPTION// --- Delicate tortoiseshell with blue flecked eyes.
DESCRIPTION//
--- Initially we may note that Fallenstreak is something of an attractive she-cat, though small and a tad awkward in her young age, there is a definitive beauty etched upon the delicate contours of her face. Her appearance should be of little revelation, as per the two felines from whom her genes are derived. Lilacpelt, as the apprentice’s mother was called, had been graced with certain femininity that many would consider uncharacteristic of warrior-life. The lithe, cream-colored she-cat portrayed an air of ignorant elegance and took to her a mate who shared similar aesthetic qualities. Tanglefoot, likewise, had been resolved with the sort of prim features one might not anticipate in a wild cat- his white pelt splashed with smatterings of immaculate blue-gray.
Fallenstreak is proportioned similarly to her mother, small-pawed and lithe with the faintest trace of muscle beneath her tortoiseshell pelt. A pair of distinct blue eyes sits squarely atop the minute prominence of her muzzle, flickering with subdued curiosity and a thinly detectable dash of mischief. Her nose is a velvety triangle of pink and black, and the remainder of the she-cat’s snout is decorated with strands of silvery whisker. Petite cranium is crowned by a pair of oddly spaced ears, one located in what would be a normal position in respect to her features, the other crooked comically to the side in a permanent demonstration of kit-like floppiness.
A patchwork of gingers, browns, and varying hues of gray make up her medium-length pelt, meshing together in such a way that they are almost comparable to an autumn gradient. Individual paws are dipped in a wash of pale ivory, the seeming moonlit hue also adorning her mug in deliberately fragile strokes. Half of the she-cat’s face is ornamented in a lulling black while the other half remains conflicted by a clatter of vibrant orange and gray streaks. Distinctive tabby markings paint her flanks and limbs, accenting the sheer disharmony of other colors in structured simplicity. She bears resemblance to a typical tortoiseshell, though her fur is marginally more dusky- as if enveloped in a layer of thin light that mitigates vibrancy altogether.
The she-cat moves in graceful strides, drawing her motions into a full-body affair that involves ear-twitches and tail flicks. The ticking would seem slightly erratic were it not for her mellow tempo, which moderates the sporadic consequence of such movement.
PERSONALITY//
--- Fallenstreak is a she-cat of few words, often the benevolent intermediary in times of conflict and rarely the type to impose on others. She is diffident and self-effacing- going out of her way to promulgate harmony amongst clan-mates and extending diplomacy to those who would be perceived as enemies. The apprentice appears to have engaged in a harmonious relationship with the earth around her, best suited with the wind rippling through her fur or the earth pulsing beneath minuscule paws. Her disposition is subdued and she demonstrates a deliberate effort to avoid being thrust into the spotlight, preferring instead to manipulate behind the lens of attention. She exudes a quiet confidence that is rarely acknowledged and fits the caricature of a feline who might get overwhelmed in a crowd of more than four.
Alleviated of the constraints associated with “trying to stand out,” Fallenstreak exhibits an accelerated ability to determine the facts of a scenario whilst investing little decided effort. She carries herself as being collected and cool, not shying from criticism, though offering little input of her own. The rare occasions on which she does offer some sort of opinion are typically characterized by an unusual clarity of word. Windclan are known for being devastatingly articulate and it appears Fallenstreak is no exception. Despite possessing something resembling a far reaching intellectual capability, the she-cat's stubborn silence can assume a converse representation of girlish naivety.
In the absence of purposeful stimuli, the apprentice will regress to deliberately troublesome tactics so as to remain occupied. She amiably neglects verbal cues and will go out of her way to perpetuate flirtatious clinging- among other rather unusual manifestations of her blithe humor. Her lapse in maturity is the source of a rather unique double-bind; she is either an intolerably gentile presence or irritatingly flirtatious. It seems either way, much dislike is harbored towards to airy young female, whose holistic attitude supersedes any implication of friendship, anyway.
EXPERIENCE//
--- Fallenkit
Tanglefoot and Lilacpelt had been so fortunate as to birth a single she-kit between them- quiet in her manner and politely dis-associative from the shrieking mewls of external litters. Fallenkit immediately established herself as not being concerned with their playful nuisances- opting instead, to impersonally examine the proclivities and structuring of her novel surroundings. She was born marginally smaller than the typical feline, though demonstrated infinite tolerance towards those who felt it necessary to illuminate such pressing and relevant matters.
Insomnia has tormented the she-cat since her kithood, lacking a definitive catalyst or any indication of development. Early nights were categorized by a strict regimen that she might hope transcended sleep- that, when failed, were proceeded by celestial gazing and midnight strolls. Fallenkit's late-night wanderings often took her farther away from the nursery as she neared six moons, familiarizing the kit with Windclan camp earlier than most.
Eventually there came a time when she was considered too old for the nursery and given an apprentice name and responsibilities.
Fallenpaw
Fallenstreak's apprentice ceremony was conducted with minimal enthusiasm, as she considered the transition between kithood and apprenticeship an insignificant one. She was still condemned to awkward coddling and needed perform every action under the scope of constant supervision. Her quiet nature required that she did no object, though a flicker of subdued resistance mars the clarity of the her adolescent mind. Four additional moons in the apprentice den have inspired tolerance within the she-cat as well as what could even culminate in a begrudging appreciation for her education and mentor. After several moons of training, the she-cat soon grew into the fine, young warrior that is known today as Fallenstreak.
OTHER//
--- None
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Post by raid on Jun 9, 2011 21:09:40 GMT -5
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