Post by Riley on Aug 6, 2019 18:51:49 GMT
FORGOTTEN ECHOES
OWLSTRIKE
age 58 moons | gender She-cat | CLAN ThunderClan |
Birth Season Greenleaf | SEXUALITY Straight | RANK Warrior |
PERSONALITY,
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Owlstrike is the kind of cat that can't relax to save her life. She has to always be doing SOMETHING. Lounging around in camp while others do the work doesn't sit well with her. She's always volunteering to go on patrol or rounding up patrols herself. She's not much of a hunter, preferring to stalk about the borders and taunt any cats she sees, but even hunting is better than lounging around.
Not even her Clanmates are safe from her. Not that she'd ever willingly hurt them, of course! But Owlstrike isn't above taunting them and drawing them into sparring matches. Her favorite opponents to face is her siblings, naturally, but that doesn't mean she won't drag some other cats into a wrestling match!
Her softer side comes out around young cats, apprentices especially. Owlstrike won't turn away any apprentice asking for tips, especially if those tips are for fighting, and she's more the type to scold them for getting caught than pulling pranks. Queens aren't exactly her biggest fans, and neither are cats that prefer talking over fighting. But that's fine, because Owlstrike isn't THEIR biggest fan either!
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Owlstrike is the kind of cat that can't relax to save her life. She has to always be doing SOMETHING. Lounging around in camp while others do the work doesn't sit well with her. She's always volunteering to go on patrol or rounding up patrols herself. She's not much of a hunter, preferring to stalk about the borders and taunt any cats she sees, but even hunting is better than lounging around.
Not even her Clanmates are safe from her. Not that she'd ever willingly hurt them, of course! But Owlstrike isn't above taunting them and drawing them into sparring matches. Her favorite opponents to face is her siblings, naturally, but that doesn't mean she won't drag some other cats into a wrestling match!
Her softer side comes out around young cats, apprentices especially. Owlstrike won't turn away any apprentice asking for tips, especially if those tips are for fighting, and she's more the type to scold them for getting caught than pulling pranks. Queens aren't exactly her biggest fans, and neither are cats that prefer talking over fighting. But that's fine, because Owlstrike isn't THEIR biggest fan either!
HISTORY,
Summary
Our story starts when one Tigersky fell pregnant with Aspenfeather's kits. The two had always been fond of each other. Not quite in love, but neither shied away when the Clan started pushing them together. As soon as the kits grew enough to move around, it felt like they never STOPPED moving around. She joked about having a nest of snakes inside her belly from how often they squirmed.
That joke only got more prominent when they were actually born. They came from the womb already wiggling around, fighting each other to get the closest to their mother's belly. Tigersky and Aspenfeather were already in love with them. The eldest, a gray and white tabby she-cat, reminded Tigersky of the owl she'd seen flying around the forest. For that, they named her Owlkit. The only tom in the litter was also a gray tabby, and shared the spotted markings of his sister. They named him Specklekit for those spots. And finally, the odd kit out, a ginger tabby that most resembled Tigersky. They named her Fawnkit, for her pelt.
From the start it was like every day was a new war for them. Owlkit and Fawnkit spent day after day racing around, trying to prove who was faster. Owlkit and Specklekit wrestled over everything, trying to prove which of them was stronger, the better fighter. And while Specklekit was the physically stronger of them, Owlkit wouldn't let anybody say she was weaker. Fawnkit alternated who she cheered for, depending on how she was feeling at the moment.
For how much they fought, nobody could say the three didn't love each other. If anybody said even a single thing negatively about one of them, you can bet the other two will be ready to THROW HANDS. Let nobody ever forget the time Specklekit and Owlkit ripped into an apprentice (verbally, of course) for making fun of Fawnkit's size. The entire Clan breathed a sigh of relief when they became apprentices.
Owlpaw's mentor was a middle aged tom named Stonebelly. He was a large, burly tom who perhaps would have been more of a match for Specklepaw, but he and Owlpaw made due. Stonebelly taught her the basics of hunting, just enough to make sure she could contribute to the freshkill pile. After that, he focused on battle, and it was here Owlpaw shined. She wasn't the biggest or the strongest, but she was quick, and she had good reflexes and fast thinking. Pretty soon she was taking on apprentices twice her size and winning.
Her skills made her arrogant, and her arrogance made her overconfident, and her overconfidence almost made her lose everything. Owlpaw and her siblings were nearing the age apprentices were normally made warriors when a fox appeared on the territory. Owlpaw thought she and her siblings could take care of it and be named warriors early, and she persuaded her littermates to go with her.
It went horribly. The fox was a vixen protecting her cubs, and as every creature in the world knows, you never get between a mother and her babies. A nearby patrol had to rescue them, and even then it was almost too late. Specklepaw was so grievously wounded the medicine cat wasn't sure he would survive. Owlpaw claimed full responsibility and said she'd accept whatever punishment the leader wanted. Both she-cats spent their last moons as apprentices silent and miserable, praying to StarClan for their brother's survival.
They must have been heard because slowly, Specklepaw got better and his wounds healed, though he'd live with the scars all his life. Once he was able to walk around the camp boundary without rest, they were named warriors. Owlpaw became Owlstrike for her battle skills. Specklepaw became Specklescar, for obvious reasons. Fawnpaw became Fawnspark for her come-and-go temper.
Owlstrike threw herself into her duties with all the enthusiasm of pre-fox incident Owlpaw. She taunted the other Clans at the border (StreamClan especially), went hunting whenever she was needed, and she sparred with her siblings. It wouldn't do to let their skills get dulled, after all. She made sure there wasn't a cat in the Clans who didn't know her name. There was a wild passion to her in every word, every look and movement, and soon she was rewarded. She was the first of her siblings to get an apprentice.
If Stonebelly had been an odd match for Owlstrike, she had no idea what Brackenstar was thinking when he paired Owlstrike with Cloverpaw. It wasn't that Owlstrike hated Cloverpaw, or that Cloverpaw hated her. It was just... awkward. If Owlstrike was fire than Cloverpaw was earth, meeting everything with a calm, methodical energy. Nothing Owlstrike did shook her, and it bothered her. Owlstrike was a cat who ran on emotion, and for a cat to run on anything BUT emotion... it was unnerving. Finally she became a warrior, taking the name Cloverpelt for her tortoiseshell fur.
Owlstrike wouldn't say she was GLAD to be rid of her, per se. She just... didn't go out of her way to spend time with Cloverpelt. She didn't think things would ever get more awkward than her time training with her former apprentice. She was wrong. A tom in the Clan she considered a friend pulled her aside one day and confessed his affections for her. His name was Ravenspeck. He admired her passion and her larger than life personality, how she never let anything get her down for too long.
To Owlstrike's surprise, she didn't find herself... immediately hating the prospect of having a mate. She told Ravenspeck that while she didn't feel the same way now... she'd give him a chance. If he could successfully woo her and make her fall in love with him... she'd be his mate. To be honest, she didn't really know what she was expecting from him. She might have considered Ravenspeck a friend but that didn't mean she really KNEW him.
He managed to surprise her again. Ravenspeck complimented her just enough for it to not be annoying, and whenever her favorite type of fresh-kill appeared in the pile, he saved it for her. He made her laugh too, but that wasn't new. Ravenspeck's sense of humor aligned rather well with hers. Now that Owlstrike was open to the possibility of romance, she found herself genuinely looking forward to seeing him, and any time she couldn't see him, she was disappointed. 'Huh', she thought to herself, 'so this is love. Feels weird, but I like it!'
The next time she saw Ravenspeck, she was the one to pull HIM aside, and she confessed to him that he'd succeeded, and if he still wanted, she'd be his mate. Ravenspeck was over the moon. It was kind of adorable. He started talking about kits then backtracked immediately, asking first if she even WANTED kits, and if she didn't that was okay too, it was her body, he was just so happy that she felt the same way!
Much like the thought of romance, the thought of motherhood didn't disturb Owlstrike as much as she thought. She interrupted him with a laugh and told him she'd love to have his kits. It wasn't long after that they announced themselves as mates, and she moved into the nursery. And of course, soon after that was announced at a Gathering, StreamClan decided it would be a SWELL time to take some territory.
Owlstrike was l i v i d. Those cowardly river rats! What, were they deliberately waiting for her to be unable to fight before attacking? How dare they? Ravenspeck pointed out that, if they did, it meant her reputation proceeded her and StreamClan was rightfully afraid of facing her in battle. It made her feel better. A little. Enough that all she did was pout after the battle patrol but didn't grumble too much.
The patrol returned bloody and defeated. For the time being, that piece of territory belonged to StreamClan. Owlstrike was convinced that if she'd been there, the Clan would have won. It was a travesty! A true, told-by-the-elders tragedy! Of course, at that point she was just being a tad bit over dramatic. The true tragedy hit only a little while later.
Her entire family had gone to the battle. Her mate, her littermates, and her parents. And her parents, they were getting up there in age. Not like, UP THERE up there, when they were expected any day to retire. But up there enough that their movements were slowed and their immune systems weren't what they once were. An enemy warrior had gotten their disgusting claws so deeply into Tigersky that her wounds became infected, and the infection spread into her bloodstream.
Tigersky died from it. The family all blamed themselves, but none of them moreso than Owlstrike. She should have been there. If she had then she would have saved Tigersky before she got so wounded. Ravenspeck let her get her frustrations out before asking if she regretted becoming his mate. The emphatic "NO" came so quickly even Owlstrike was surprised by it. Then, more calmly, she told him, "No. Never. I will never regret being your mate. But mark my words, Ravenspeck. If I ever find out who effectively killed my mother... I'm going to make THEM regret ever being born."
A little under a moon later, Owlstrike gave birth to two she-kits. The elder was a light gray and white tabby, much like herself but a lighter shade of gray. They named her Mistkit. The younger was a patchy tortoiseshell, a mixture of Tigersky and Fawnspark's ginger and Ravenspeck's black. There was more ginger than black though, so they named her Pinekit, after the bark on the pine trees.
The two were much nicer to each other than Owlstrike and her littermates ever were. They certainly got their temperaments from Ravenspeck! Neither were quick to temper, though they never shied from playfights. Owlstrike realized she barely had to repeat any of her mother's warnings about going easy or not bothering warriors. She did however have to pull them away from the elders' stories more than she wanted to.
Time flew by. Soon they were apprentices, and Owlstrike was quite happy to move back into the warriors' den. She told Ravenspeck that while she wasn't against having more kits it would certainly be a while! She didn't realize how hard being stuck in the nursery was going to be.
She watched over her daughters as much as they'd let her. Mistpaw was popular in a way none of her family had ever been, not her mother or father or aunt and uncle. Her denmates gathered around her to listen to her stories and ask for advice, whether in relationships or training, and Mistpaw always did her best to deserve her friendship.
Pinepaw was less popular, but she never really cared. She put her efforts towards her training, and became an even better hunter than her mother. Not that that was hard, really! Pinepaw had her own fair share of friends but she was quieter than Mistpaw, often preferring to sit on the edge of groups and listen in.
Owlstrike was never prouder than when they receieved their warrior names. Mistpaw became Mistbelly for her cheerful, jovial attitude, while Pinepaw became Pinewhisker for her hunting abilities. Life was perfect for all of them... Until the plague came about, that is.
There wasn't an actual name for the sickness. It came for everybody and had no specific target. It attacked everybody. Elders and kits and even healthy, able-bodied warriors in their prime. Aspenfeather, Owlstrike's father, was one of the first to fall ill, and one of the first to die. It saddened Owlstrike, but her father was old and had been an elder. It was to be expected.
When the decision to leave was made, she almost fought against it. Sure things were terrible right now but who's to say it wouldn't get better? Dark times always passed, like the night into dawn. They wouldn't be warriors if they turned tail and ran when things got tough!
Her thoughts changed when Mistbelly, her beautiful, wonderful, kind, caring, selfless daughter became sick. How could StarClan have let this happen? Mistbelly didn't deserve this! If they had to take anybody, take her! The stars were silent, and Owlstrike lost faith in their ancestors then. For the sake of her family she'd stop fighting and go.
Telling Mistbelly they were leaving the sick, her included, was hard. The hardest thing she'd ever had to do. But Mistbelly understood, even as fever ravaged her body and her eyes were so crusted over she couldn't even see them. Mistbelly wished them well, and asked Pinewhisker to watch over you-know-who.
Owlstrike didn't know who, and it felt like the wrong time to ask. The Clans left the forest, with some of the cats begging them not to leave or to take them with. Owlstrike still has nightmares to this day of her Clanmates begging her for help but she never could.
The journey was hard, and Owlstrike has zero doubt she wouldn't have survived if not for her family. Fawnspark and Specklescar kept her going when she wanted to stop, and Ravenspeck and Pinewhisker convinced her to eat. When the Clans' named were changed, it was just another crack in her heart. Something else to distance themselves from the past. What happened if any survivors came to find them and bypassed them because they thought they were different Clans?
The Clans have only just settled, and Owlstrike is starting to come back to herself.
- Born Owlkit of BoulderClan to Tigersky and Aspenfeather, alongside Fawnkit and Specklekit
- Argued and bickered and wrestled with her siblings constantly
- Became apprentices with her siblings at 6 moons old
- Excelled at fighting
- Convinced her littermates to take on a fox
- Specklepaw almost dies, but recovers
- They are named Owlstrike, Fawnspark, and Specklescar
- Received an apprentice named Cloverpaw
- Trained her until she was named Cloverpelt
- Ravenspeck, a Clanmate, confessed that his affections for her. After a bit of courting, they became mates.
- After her being a queen was announced, StreamClan tried to take some of BoulderClan's territory.
- Owlstrike couldn't fight, and the battle resulted in Tigersky's death when her wounds got infected.
- Had kits, Pinekit and Mistkit. They eventually became apprentices and then warriors, Pinewhisker and Mistbelly.
- Then the plague came out of nowhere. Cats got sick. Really sick.
- It attacked everybody, old and young, strong and weak. Owlstrike's father was one of the stricken, and one of the first to die. When the decision to leave was made, she almost fought against it. It was when Mistbelly also got sick she relented. For the sake of the rest of her family, she'd go.
- Telling Mistbelly they were leaving the sick behind was so hard, but her beautiful daughter understood and wished them all well.
- When the journey started, Owlstrike had to be led. Grief had dulled her spirit.
- It's only now that they've found a new home that she's started recovering.
Our story starts when one Tigersky fell pregnant with Aspenfeather's kits. The two had always been fond of each other. Not quite in love, but neither shied away when the Clan started pushing them together. As soon as the kits grew enough to move around, it felt like they never STOPPED moving around. She joked about having a nest of snakes inside her belly from how often they squirmed.
That joke only got more prominent when they were actually born. They came from the womb already wiggling around, fighting each other to get the closest to their mother's belly. Tigersky and Aspenfeather were already in love with them. The eldest, a gray and white tabby she-cat, reminded Tigersky of the owl she'd seen flying around the forest. For that, they named her Owlkit. The only tom in the litter was also a gray tabby, and shared the spotted markings of his sister. They named him Specklekit for those spots. And finally, the odd kit out, a ginger tabby that most resembled Tigersky. They named her Fawnkit, for her pelt.
From the start it was like every day was a new war for them. Owlkit and Fawnkit spent day after day racing around, trying to prove who was faster. Owlkit and Specklekit wrestled over everything, trying to prove which of them was stronger, the better fighter. And while Specklekit was the physically stronger of them, Owlkit wouldn't let anybody say she was weaker. Fawnkit alternated who she cheered for, depending on how she was feeling at the moment.
For how much they fought, nobody could say the three didn't love each other. If anybody said even a single thing negatively about one of them, you can bet the other two will be ready to THROW HANDS. Let nobody ever forget the time Specklekit and Owlkit ripped into an apprentice (verbally, of course) for making fun of Fawnkit's size. The entire Clan breathed a sigh of relief when they became apprentices.
Owlpaw's mentor was a middle aged tom named Stonebelly. He was a large, burly tom who perhaps would have been more of a match for Specklepaw, but he and Owlpaw made due. Stonebelly taught her the basics of hunting, just enough to make sure she could contribute to the freshkill pile. After that, he focused on battle, and it was here Owlpaw shined. She wasn't the biggest or the strongest, but she was quick, and she had good reflexes and fast thinking. Pretty soon she was taking on apprentices twice her size and winning.
Her skills made her arrogant, and her arrogance made her overconfident, and her overconfidence almost made her lose everything. Owlpaw and her siblings were nearing the age apprentices were normally made warriors when a fox appeared on the territory. Owlpaw thought she and her siblings could take care of it and be named warriors early, and she persuaded her littermates to go with her.
It went horribly. The fox was a vixen protecting her cubs, and as every creature in the world knows, you never get between a mother and her babies. A nearby patrol had to rescue them, and even then it was almost too late. Specklepaw was so grievously wounded the medicine cat wasn't sure he would survive. Owlpaw claimed full responsibility and said she'd accept whatever punishment the leader wanted. Both she-cats spent their last moons as apprentices silent and miserable, praying to StarClan for their brother's survival.
They must have been heard because slowly, Specklepaw got better and his wounds healed, though he'd live with the scars all his life. Once he was able to walk around the camp boundary without rest, they were named warriors. Owlpaw became Owlstrike for her battle skills. Specklepaw became Specklescar, for obvious reasons. Fawnpaw became Fawnspark for her come-and-go temper.
Owlstrike threw herself into her duties with all the enthusiasm of pre-fox incident Owlpaw. She taunted the other Clans at the border (StreamClan especially), went hunting whenever she was needed, and she sparred with her siblings. It wouldn't do to let their skills get dulled, after all. She made sure there wasn't a cat in the Clans who didn't know her name. There was a wild passion to her in every word, every look and movement, and soon she was rewarded. She was the first of her siblings to get an apprentice.
If Stonebelly had been an odd match for Owlstrike, she had no idea what Brackenstar was thinking when he paired Owlstrike with Cloverpaw. It wasn't that Owlstrike hated Cloverpaw, or that Cloverpaw hated her. It was just... awkward. If Owlstrike was fire than Cloverpaw was earth, meeting everything with a calm, methodical energy. Nothing Owlstrike did shook her, and it bothered her. Owlstrike was a cat who ran on emotion, and for a cat to run on anything BUT emotion... it was unnerving. Finally she became a warrior, taking the name Cloverpelt for her tortoiseshell fur.
Owlstrike wouldn't say she was GLAD to be rid of her, per se. She just... didn't go out of her way to spend time with Cloverpelt. She didn't think things would ever get more awkward than her time training with her former apprentice. She was wrong. A tom in the Clan she considered a friend pulled her aside one day and confessed his affections for her. His name was Ravenspeck. He admired her passion and her larger than life personality, how she never let anything get her down for too long.
To Owlstrike's surprise, she didn't find herself... immediately hating the prospect of having a mate. She told Ravenspeck that while she didn't feel the same way now... she'd give him a chance. If he could successfully woo her and make her fall in love with him... she'd be his mate. To be honest, she didn't really know what she was expecting from him. She might have considered Ravenspeck a friend but that didn't mean she really KNEW him.
He managed to surprise her again. Ravenspeck complimented her just enough for it to not be annoying, and whenever her favorite type of fresh-kill appeared in the pile, he saved it for her. He made her laugh too, but that wasn't new. Ravenspeck's sense of humor aligned rather well with hers. Now that Owlstrike was open to the possibility of romance, she found herself genuinely looking forward to seeing him, and any time she couldn't see him, she was disappointed. 'Huh', she thought to herself, 'so this is love. Feels weird, but I like it!'
The next time she saw Ravenspeck, she was the one to pull HIM aside, and she confessed to him that he'd succeeded, and if he still wanted, she'd be his mate. Ravenspeck was over the moon. It was kind of adorable. He started talking about kits then backtracked immediately, asking first if she even WANTED kits, and if she didn't that was okay too, it was her body, he was just so happy that she felt the same way!
Much like the thought of romance, the thought of motherhood didn't disturb Owlstrike as much as she thought. She interrupted him with a laugh and told him she'd love to have his kits. It wasn't long after that they announced themselves as mates, and she moved into the nursery. And of course, soon after that was announced at a Gathering, StreamClan decided it would be a SWELL time to take some territory.
Owlstrike was l i v i d. Those cowardly river rats! What, were they deliberately waiting for her to be unable to fight before attacking? How dare they? Ravenspeck pointed out that, if they did, it meant her reputation proceeded her and StreamClan was rightfully afraid of facing her in battle. It made her feel better. A little. Enough that all she did was pout after the battle patrol but didn't grumble too much.
The patrol returned bloody and defeated. For the time being, that piece of territory belonged to StreamClan. Owlstrike was convinced that if she'd been there, the Clan would have won. It was a travesty! A true, told-by-the-elders tragedy! Of course, at that point she was just being a tad bit over dramatic. The true tragedy hit only a little while later.
Her entire family had gone to the battle. Her mate, her littermates, and her parents. And her parents, they were getting up there in age. Not like, UP THERE up there, when they were expected any day to retire. But up there enough that their movements were slowed and their immune systems weren't what they once were. An enemy warrior had gotten their disgusting claws so deeply into Tigersky that her wounds became infected, and the infection spread into her bloodstream.
Tigersky died from it. The family all blamed themselves, but none of them moreso than Owlstrike. She should have been there. If she had then she would have saved Tigersky before she got so wounded. Ravenspeck let her get her frustrations out before asking if she regretted becoming his mate. The emphatic "NO" came so quickly even Owlstrike was surprised by it. Then, more calmly, she told him, "No. Never. I will never regret being your mate. But mark my words, Ravenspeck. If I ever find out who effectively killed my mother... I'm going to make THEM regret ever being born."
A little under a moon later, Owlstrike gave birth to two she-kits. The elder was a light gray and white tabby, much like herself but a lighter shade of gray. They named her Mistkit. The younger was a patchy tortoiseshell, a mixture of Tigersky and Fawnspark's ginger and Ravenspeck's black. There was more ginger than black though, so they named her Pinekit, after the bark on the pine trees.
The two were much nicer to each other than Owlstrike and her littermates ever were. They certainly got their temperaments from Ravenspeck! Neither were quick to temper, though they never shied from playfights. Owlstrike realized she barely had to repeat any of her mother's warnings about going easy or not bothering warriors. She did however have to pull them away from the elders' stories more than she wanted to.
Time flew by. Soon they were apprentices, and Owlstrike was quite happy to move back into the warriors' den. She told Ravenspeck that while she wasn't against having more kits it would certainly be a while! She didn't realize how hard being stuck in the nursery was going to be.
She watched over her daughters as much as they'd let her. Mistpaw was popular in a way none of her family had ever been, not her mother or father or aunt and uncle. Her denmates gathered around her to listen to her stories and ask for advice, whether in relationships or training, and Mistpaw always did her best to deserve her friendship.
Pinepaw was less popular, but she never really cared. She put her efforts towards her training, and became an even better hunter than her mother. Not that that was hard, really! Pinepaw had her own fair share of friends but she was quieter than Mistpaw, often preferring to sit on the edge of groups and listen in.
Owlstrike was never prouder than when they receieved their warrior names. Mistpaw became Mistbelly for her cheerful, jovial attitude, while Pinepaw became Pinewhisker for her hunting abilities. Life was perfect for all of them... Until the plague came about, that is.
There wasn't an actual name for the sickness. It came for everybody and had no specific target. It attacked everybody. Elders and kits and even healthy, able-bodied warriors in their prime. Aspenfeather, Owlstrike's father, was one of the first to fall ill, and one of the first to die. It saddened Owlstrike, but her father was old and had been an elder. It was to be expected.
When the decision to leave was made, she almost fought against it. Sure things were terrible right now but who's to say it wouldn't get better? Dark times always passed, like the night into dawn. They wouldn't be warriors if they turned tail and ran when things got tough!
Her thoughts changed when Mistbelly, her beautiful, wonderful, kind, caring, selfless daughter became sick. How could StarClan have let this happen? Mistbelly didn't deserve this! If they had to take anybody, take her! The stars were silent, and Owlstrike lost faith in their ancestors then. For the sake of her family she'd stop fighting and go.
Telling Mistbelly they were leaving the sick, her included, was hard. The hardest thing she'd ever had to do. But Mistbelly understood, even as fever ravaged her body and her eyes were so crusted over she couldn't even see them. Mistbelly wished them well, and asked Pinewhisker to watch over you-know-who.
Owlstrike didn't know who, and it felt like the wrong time to ask. The Clans left the forest, with some of the cats begging them not to leave or to take them with. Owlstrike still has nightmares to this day of her Clanmates begging her for help but she never could.
The journey was hard, and Owlstrike has zero doubt she wouldn't have survived if not for her family. Fawnspark and Specklescar kept her going when she wanted to stop, and Ravenspeck and Pinewhisker convinced her to eat. When the Clans' named were changed, it was just another crack in her heart. Something else to distance themselves from the past. What happened if any survivors came to find them and bypassed them because they thought they were different Clans?
The Clans have only just settled, and Owlstrike is starting to come back to herself.
Appearance
SummaryGray and white tabby she-cat
Full Description
At first glance, you wouldn't think Owlstrike is known for her fighting skills. She's lithe and slender, bordering on skinny, not the big brutish cats you picture when you think of battle hungry cats. The only thing on her that even suggests how many fights and battles she's participated in is the scars crisscrossing on her pelt. Some of them are as thick as her tabby stripes, and they were certainly as numerous!
She was named Owlkit at birth because the gray and white of her pelt reminded her mother of the sooty owl that lived nearby. Owlstrike is one part gray tabby, one part pure white. All four legs, as well as her belly, throat, and half of her face are white. The only thing either parts have in common is how soft and plush it is. It's not like she takes care of it, but it always feels like freshly fallen snow!
Her eyes are a kind of hazy green, the sort of green of sunlight going through a leaf. The rise of white that separates them make them seem brighter than they are. Her nose and pawpads are all the same shade of soft pink.
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