Post by Red on Aug 6, 2019 20:08:52 GMT
Milkberry  the basics name •Milkberry age • 45 moons gender • she-cat birth season • greenleaf sexuality • bicurious clan • ShadowClan rank • Warrior/Queen the looks short description • A light grey-cream she-cat with faint tabby stripes and grey eyes full description • Milkberry has thick, fluffy fur that coats her entire body. She cleans it alot to keep it soft and bouncy but if it gets wet it often mats. She has a long, fluffy tail, that slightly feathers. Her round, wide eyes are colored a harsh, stormy grey, that completely stands out from her large and soft appearance, and are sharpened by a black, eyeliner like edge, which gives her the 'cat eyes' look. She is generally small, and has stubby legs with small paws. Her long hairs hide the multitude of scars that litter her sensitive skin, but if she were to be wet, every one of them would be exposed. Her coat is a grey, tinted with hints of cream. She has almost invisible tabby stripes going over her face and legs, and just a few over her back. She has a white muzzle and chest, and around her eye sockets, that blend in with her overall coat color. She has a dark red nose that stands out from her pelt aswell, but goes well with the coat. physical strengths • - Physically strong and well-muscled physical weaknesses • - Poor hunter (was never really taught) the personality strengths (4+) - Kind - Patient - Good mother - Well mannered weaknesses (4+) - Meek - Unable to stand up for herself - Aloof - Self-doubting - distrusting likes (2+) - Hollowpaw - Cats who are patient with her dislikes (2+) - Blood - Murky water dream/goal (1+) - Raising her kits to be honourable and strong warriors Fear (1+) - Losing her son overall personality • A life of trauma and fear has not done the once excitable and well-meaning Milkberry well. Though she lives her life full of kindness and respect for others, there will always be the eerie feeling of distrust. She can never know when another cat will turn on her, when another cat will lash out, or when another tyrannical leader rises to the top and causes her the pain that Heronstar had. The only trust she has is for her son, her late mate, and anyone who seems to capture her senses in a way to give the constantly anxious and self-doubting she-cat a sense of peace. Cats who see her are often left wondering where her mind is, as she stares of far into the distance, her brain fuzzing with thoughts. She would never dream of doing any cat wrong, despite her pains. But cats who do her wrong.. she just lets them. The feeling of being overpowered and wronged is so familiar to her, that all she can do is whimper a soft sorry and bow her head, attempting to save her own life. the history summary - Born to Snakewhisper and Lionscar - Became detached from her family - Was apprenticed - Became part of the Dark Forest - Snakewhisper died - Lionscar died - Became friends with Cedarpaw and Ratpaw - Witnessed Slatestar's death - Became a warrior - Became mates with Ratscar - Overthrew Heronstar - Ran away from the plague - Had Hollowkit overall history • (Every paragraph details a part of the bullets.) "Dad! Watch this!" Milkkit squeaked, tumbling around the nursery as her large, broad-shouldered father watched in amusement. Gentlekit joined her excited tumbling, biting down on her father's ears with playful mischief. "Mom! Are you looki-" She turned her head to call for her mother, but as always, the mottled queen laid with her back turned, ignoring her kits' happy squeaks. Milkkit's face fell, her rounded ears slowly drooping down to the sides of her head. "Now now, Milkkit." Lionscar's low rumbling voice caught her from her mood, and she looked back at him. "Why don't you show me that new warrior move you learnt?" "Dad! Are you coming to play with me and Gentlekit today?" Milkkit sounded hopeful as she poked her head out of the nursery, but the large brown tom only strode by, his head low. "Dad.. we'll be apprentices soon! We won't have a lot of time left for play anymore, right?" She continued, trying to get him to stop and look at her, spare her one glance. He did, but his movements were slow, annoyed almost "Milkkit, I'm busy right now." His voice dripped with exhaustion, anger. He didn't want to be bothered. "Oh.. okay.." Milkkit mumbled, dipping her head as she quietly retreated back into the den. "Well, at least Gentlekit wants to play! Right, Gentlekit?" She swerved her head towards her sister, but Gentlekit slightly uncomfortably looked away "Actually, Milkkit.. I was planning to go play with the apprentices later." "Oh.." Milkkit felt crestfallen as she quietly drew back to her nest, let down. "From this day on, until you earn your warrior name, you will be called Milkpaw. Your mentor shall be Stormwatcher." Slatestar dipped her grey head as she dismissed the new apprentices. Apprehensively, Milkpaw searched for her new mentor, only to be faced with a greying muzzle and an old smile. She felt at ease at his kindness, but his fur was raggy. Would he be a good mentor? |