Post by DUST on Aug 6, 2019 20:42:50 GMT
FORGOTTEN ECHOES
WisteriaBREEZE
age 3 | gender FEMALE | CLAN SHADOW |
Birth Season WINTER | SEXUALITY STRAIGHT | RANK WARRIOR |
PERSONALITY,
Summary
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↪ the she-cat has a wayward soul, and wants to seek adventure and become venturesome. she has a knack for getting into trouble, but her love for seeking the unknown is something many fine refreshing about the otherwise lying little she-cat. she is actually quiet alert and observant, two things many say will that make her the great huntress she is today. a brilliant and charming she-cat, she is often seen with good ideas, but poor explanation on them. while she can charm her way to the top if she tries, once one catches on to her lies, they tend to not believe her anymore, but she is still quite the charmer. she is extremely playful and humorous, loving life and cracking jokes when she can. sometimes her humor can be a little dark, but that's all how she plays it. the next thing we should know is that she is a very flexible she-cat, willing to adjust her schedule to assist another if needed, however that does not only mean flexible as in schedules. she is quite flexible with her love life as well, willing to string along a tom or two if she feels like it. lastly honorable, while the last bit seems a little dishonorable, what she is honorable about is her strict loyalty to the clan. she will never seek full love or romance outside the clan - other than stringing along some poor sap to get information out of them - she will likely find love within her clan.
↪ a she-cat has to have a few negative traits, and the first many will see of lilac is that she is a very argumentative she. she will argue any point she has to the breaking point, and even sometimes argue beyond that point even if she is wrong. calculating and sometimes childish with her critical nature, the she-cat is one that has her eyes on the prize. she will list things off as she sees fit for correcting others, however she has a very childish manner to her at this time. deceitful and dishonest fall paw in paw for her as she tends to lead others astray to get what she wants, and will even lie about things to do so. she isn't the most honest, so when she does tell the truth it's hard for many to believe her. however this also is because she is extremely insecure about herself and has an obsessive nature about herself. she will go to an extreme to make herself look better than she feels. obnoxious because of her personality and troublesome because she seeks out trouble, she can be a bit of a pawful for her clan mates.
↪ absentminded, the she-cat has a way of being a bit absentminded, coming across as almost having her head filled with bees. however her casual nature conflicts nicely with her competitive nature that she has with her family and her friends. the she-cat has an almost determined but emotional sort of personality. driven mostly by her emotions, many will find that she follows her heart more often than her mind - and she isn't stupid. determined to do what she believes is right and what her heart desires, they will say she has a sort of purpose for herself most times. a bit outspoken and prideful, many will find that the young she-cat has a habit of being just a tad bit to proud of her motives even if they are wrong. with her outspoken personality, she often gives her own opinions more often than she should. however she is a very unpredictable feline and can come across as skeptical at times. many felines should be aware that if the stars held ancestors, she wouldn't believe until she saw it with her own eyes.
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↪ the she-cat has a wayward soul, and wants to seek adventure and become venturesome. she has a knack for getting into trouble, but her love for seeking the unknown is something many fine refreshing about the otherwise lying little she-cat. she is actually quiet alert and observant, two things many say will that make her the great huntress she is today. a brilliant and charming she-cat, she is often seen with good ideas, but poor explanation on them. while she can charm her way to the top if she tries, once one catches on to her lies, they tend to not believe her anymore, but she is still quite the charmer. she is extremely playful and humorous, loving life and cracking jokes when she can. sometimes her humor can be a little dark, but that's all how she plays it. the next thing we should know is that she is a very flexible she-cat, willing to adjust her schedule to assist another if needed, however that does not only mean flexible as in schedules. she is quite flexible with her love life as well, willing to string along a tom or two if she feels like it. lastly honorable, while the last bit seems a little dishonorable, what she is honorable about is her strict loyalty to the clan. she will never seek full love or romance outside the clan - other than stringing along some poor sap to get information out of them - she will likely find love within her clan.
↪ a she-cat has to have a few negative traits, and the first many will see of lilac is that she is a very argumentative she. she will argue any point she has to the breaking point, and even sometimes argue beyond that point even if she is wrong. calculating and sometimes childish with her critical nature, the she-cat is one that has her eyes on the prize. she will list things off as she sees fit for correcting others, however she has a very childish manner to her at this time. deceitful and dishonest fall paw in paw for her as she tends to lead others astray to get what she wants, and will even lie about things to do so. she isn't the most honest, so when she does tell the truth it's hard for many to believe her. however this also is because she is extremely insecure about herself and has an obsessive nature about herself. she will go to an extreme to make herself look better than she feels. obnoxious because of her personality and troublesome because she seeks out trouble, she can be a bit of a pawful for her clan mates.
↪ absentminded, the she-cat has a way of being a bit absentminded, coming across as almost having her head filled with bees. however her casual nature conflicts nicely with her competitive nature that she has with her family and her friends. the she-cat has an almost determined but emotional sort of personality. driven mostly by her emotions, many will find that she follows her heart more often than her mind - and she isn't stupid. determined to do what she believes is right and what her heart desires, they will say she has a sort of purpose for herself most times. a bit outspoken and prideful, many will find that the young she-cat has a habit of being just a tad bit to proud of her motives even if they are wrong. with her outspoken personality, she often gives her own opinions more often than she should. however she is a very unpredictable feline and can come across as skeptical at times. many felines should be aware that if the stars held ancestors, she wouldn't believe until she saw it with her own eyes.
HISTORY,
Summary
The only reason anyone would say Weaselfur took to Pebbleflower, was because of her natural beauty. The she-cat was young, beautiful, exotic almost to the clan of Shadows as she was only part Shadowclan. Her father had been a Windclan warrior, who had overstep his boundaries and woo'd the mother of Pebbleflower into a bitter relationship. Things had ended sour, and Pebbleflower's mother had to give birth to her single kitten alone. Pebbleflower wa the spitting image of her father, with her mother's liliac-blue eyes. So as she grew older, and wiser, she strayed from toms who tried to only take her for her beauty.
That was, until she feel head of paw for the handsome and strong senior warrior Weaselfur. He was not handsome in the sense of good nature beauty, but in a rugged old man kind of way. His greying fur on his maw, sent shivers down some she-cat's spins. But for young Pebbleflower, it was the way his eyes lit with an unspoken fire that drove her insane over him. So she trailed him, until finally at last he courted her. It was a short few moons, something she would always say she desired more than anything. But when she found herself with kits, he turned his nose up to her.
"Begone to the nursery. I don't need you anymore."
His means to an end, he had simply wanted strong, attractive young offspring. While he knew he had stooped low to consider a half-breed she was the strength of both clans in a petite body. He would fetch her prey, and ask how the pregnancy was, but any attempts she made for him to love her were pushed aside. He had gotten what he needed, now all he needed was time. Pebbleflower would mourn during her pregnancy for her single life had returned, so young and now a new mother.
She gave birth in the late season of Leaf-bare, her four kittens tucked neatly into her stomach. A strong creamy tom that reminded her of Weaselfur to which she named Cloverkit. A petite cream and orange she to which she named Petalkit. Her third kit was a calico of sorts, petite in size and looking exactly like she did - she named her Wisteriakit. Lastly a more orange-cream kit appeared and he would be named Mallowkit. Weaselfur took a look upon his three daughters and son and demanded he change their names. But Pebbleflower was firm and she announced that they were his kits only in blood, but hers in heart and soul.
The first thing young Wisteriakit would recall is the soft murmurs of her brother as he cried for their mother. She had yet to open her eyes, but had heard that Mallowkit and Petalkit had already done so. She had been left with her siblings in their nest - their mother no where to be scented. Their cries would grow frantic and pained as they tried to call to her. But the musky scent of a tom would draw near and he would rasp his tongue over each of them. His voice a deep and rough sounding thing.
"My children. I will be around soon enough, your mother is foolish."
But his scent never entered the den after that day. Days turned into weeks and their eyes open to see the bright sunlight of a snowy landscape. They hear tales of a thaw and of the warmth that will come with it. Wisteriakit was the one seeking adventure, her sisters usually following in her paw steps. Although Mallowkit, their brother, would constantly claim it to be his idea. Until they got in trouble. That is how it happened. One day when the snow was near gone, the four kittens woke up earlier then their mother - just before the dawn patrol would rise.
They took to the dirt place and snuck beneath the brambles into the woods. The snow was still gathered in some areas, but they enjoyed their freedom. Until Wisteriakit and Mallowkit got separated from Petalkit and Cloverkit. She told Mallowkit to climb up the tree to see if he could see anything. It only took two "mices" to get him into the tree, and only one misstep that caused him to fall. It had not been a far fall, but the kitten had hit his head and the recollection of the day seemed to vanish from his mind.
When Weaselfur and Pebbleflower found them, they were furious. Wisteriakit was hopelessly shaking her brother to wake up. One trip to the Medicine Cats den, and they found out he would be okay. Two days later, he was up and talking - and stating the great adventure had been his idea. Wisteriakit had never been more happy for her brother's prideful dumbness than that day. She watched the lecture from where her sisters sat, a concerned look on her face, but the soft giggles never truly leaving her.
While Petal and Clover knew it had been Wisteria's idea. They did not know the tree climbing was. Never did Mallow. With anger so hot that the three sisters could feel it from here, they almost stop the apprentice ceremony. However, in two weeks time it happens. Petalkit and Cloverkit become Petalpaw and Cloverpaw. Mallowkit becomes Mallowpaw. Lastly followed Wisteriakit - who becomes Wisteriapaw and is given to a cranky old tom named Blackbark.
It takes time at the beginning for her to work her way under Blackbark's skin. She is sweet and charming to his hard and controlling. She lets him take charge and when his eyes soften she always compliments him for something he did. He soon falls victim to her lies and petty comments. He's swayed by her smile and gentle touch of her tail to his shoulder. While her mother can see right through it - her mentor is obvious. Even her siblings call for trouble.
Battle training session - she doesn't even remember - but she is 9 moons old when Blackbark takes her and her sister and brother into the training hollow. Her oldest sister is on a patrol so she can not be there. But with the mentors all lined up, Wisteriapaw feels the pressure to impress her mentor for the first time. She is swift, swifter than her siblings and can move with an agility that she is sure comes from her mother's side. While Petalpaw and Mallowpaw are evenly matched in strength, their brute strength is to much for Wisteriapaw. She relies on the pure ability to out move their attacks.
She manages to pin Petalpaw after the she-cat grows tried from the constant chase. Something her mentor Blackbark is amused by - while Petalpaw's isn't. It's Mallowpaw who plays his sister for the fool and pins her roughly to the ground. The yelp of pain and fear that comes from Wisteriapaw's maw is enough for her mentor Blackbark to throw Mallowpaw off her, and tend to his sweet apprentice. It's the first day that Wisteriapaw realizes Blackbark would do anything for her.
Her brother doesn't speak to her after that. Choosing to ignore her and Petalpaw in anger. It is in fact the odd sight to see when the three sisters are named warrior before their brother. Petalpaw becomes Petalblossom, Cloverpaw becomes Cloverstorm and finally Wisteriapaw becomes Wisteriabreeze. The she-cat sits her vigil and can not help but feel her mentor's gentle gaze on her. He is twenty-nine moons her senior, but it feels nice to be wanted.
She isn't a warrior long before her father passes. The news hits hard to her mother - who despite being cool to him still loved the tom - and to Mallowpaw who had just received his warrior name of Mallowfang. What was more impressive was the 8 moon old apprentice named Geckopaw who was placed under Wisteriabreeze. The tom had been her father's apprentice and for some reason the leader thought it best to give her this feline. She had a feeling it was Blackbark's doing, but she said nothing. She allowed her former mentor to help her in training and getting the hang of it.
What she didn't expect was the friendship that blossomed between herself and Geckopaw. Nor the jealous nature that bloomed in Blackbark's heart. She was stuck between the two of them, her heart aching for her former mentor to understand that she did not love or like Geckopaw in that way - nor could he like her that way. It was in a training session that she and Blackbark argued over the battle training. Blackbark took charge and when he pinned the young 11 moon old apprentice, he snapped at him to leave Wisteriabreeze along.
"I don't like she-cats."
Was the only words to leave Geckopaw's mouth. Wisteriabreeze had known. It had been why they got along so well. To see her former mentor flush and rush away from the young tom was more amusing than anything and even Geckopaw assumed a humorous laugh about it. With only herself and Blackbark knowing, the trio soon grew closer together. And in no time - on his 12th moon - Geckopaw became Geckosong. Wisteriabreeze never felt more prideful.
She would grow closer to her former mentor and former apprentice, forming a bond that was unshakable. While she was still close to her sisters, her relationship with her brother turned sour and sour. They could not find ground to stand on together. It became apparent that they were on a race to be better than one another.
The recent events of the escaping to new territory has taken their toll on her family and friends. From the near death experience she saw of her mother falling ill and begging them to not leave her - to leaving their mother and watching the sorrow fill her. She can only relive with the thoughts of her brother and sister, her former mentor and apprentice , that she was not a horrible monster.
To her, this began to downward spiral that was the pure belief in her ancestors - demanding proof of their existence.
- Pebbleflower and Weaselfur court.
- Announcement of Kittens, Cloverkit, Petalkit, Wisteriakit and Mallowkit
- Wisteriakit loves to nestle with her mother and sister Petalkit.
- Adventure-seeking to escape the clan walls.
- Father pays little attention to them.
- Mother becomes strict when they escape one morning into the woods and Mallowkit is injured.
- Wisteriakit says it was Mallowkit's idea, Mallowkit doesn't remember anything from that day and agrees.
- The four are named apprentices. Blackbark is named her mentor.
- Blackbark is harsh and controlling, but falls for the sweet lies that the she-cat spins for him.
- Battle training with Petalpaw and Mallowpaw turns sour.
- The naming of a warrior.
- The death of an absent father
- The gifting of an apprentice.
- The beginning of a friendship.
- The new warrior.
- Current.
The only reason anyone would say Weaselfur took to Pebbleflower, was because of her natural beauty. The she-cat was young, beautiful, exotic almost to the clan of Shadows as she was only part Shadowclan. Her father had been a Windclan warrior, who had overstep his boundaries and woo'd the mother of Pebbleflower into a bitter relationship. Things had ended sour, and Pebbleflower's mother had to give birth to her single kitten alone. Pebbleflower wa the spitting image of her father, with her mother's liliac-blue eyes. So as she grew older, and wiser, she strayed from toms who tried to only take her for her beauty.
That was, until she feel head of paw for the handsome and strong senior warrior Weaselfur. He was not handsome in the sense of good nature beauty, but in a rugged old man kind of way. His greying fur on his maw, sent shivers down some she-cat's spins. But for young Pebbleflower, it was the way his eyes lit with an unspoken fire that drove her insane over him. So she trailed him, until finally at last he courted her. It was a short few moons, something she would always say she desired more than anything. But when she found herself with kits, he turned his nose up to her.
"Begone to the nursery. I don't need you anymore."
His means to an end, he had simply wanted strong, attractive young offspring. While he knew he had stooped low to consider a half-breed she was the strength of both clans in a petite body. He would fetch her prey, and ask how the pregnancy was, but any attempts she made for him to love her were pushed aside. He had gotten what he needed, now all he needed was time. Pebbleflower would mourn during her pregnancy for her single life had returned, so young and now a new mother.
She gave birth in the late season of Leaf-bare, her four kittens tucked neatly into her stomach. A strong creamy tom that reminded her of Weaselfur to which she named Cloverkit. A petite cream and orange she to which she named Petalkit. Her third kit was a calico of sorts, petite in size and looking exactly like she did - she named her Wisteriakit. Lastly a more orange-cream kit appeared and he would be named Mallowkit. Weaselfur took a look upon his three daughters and son and demanded he change their names. But Pebbleflower was firm and she announced that they were his kits only in blood, but hers in heart and soul.
The first thing young Wisteriakit would recall is the soft murmurs of her brother as he cried for their mother. She had yet to open her eyes, but had heard that Mallowkit and Petalkit had already done so. She had been left with her siblings in their nest - their mother no where to be scented. Their cries would grow frantic and pained as they tried to call to her. But the musky scent of a tom would draw near and he would rasp his tongue over each of them. His voice a deep and rough sounding thing.
"My children. I will be around soon enough, your mother is foolish."
But his scent never entered the den after that day. Days turned into weeks and their eyes open to see the bright sunlight of a snowy landscape. They hear tales of a thaw and of the warmth that will come with it. Wisteriakit was the one seeking adventure, her sisters usually following in her paw steps. Although Mallowkit, their brother, would constantly claim it to be his idea. Until they got in trouble. That is how it happened. One day when the snow was near gone, the four kittens woke up earlier then their mother - just before the dawn patrol would rise.
They took to the dirt place and snuck beneath the brambles into the woods. The snow was still gathered in some areas, but they enjoyed their freedom. Until Wisteriakit and Mallowkit got separated from Petalkit and Cloverkit. She told Mallowkit to climb up the tree to see if he could see anything. It only took two "mices" to get him into the tree, and only one misstep that caused him to fall. It had not been a far fall, but the kitten had hit his head and the recollection of the day seemed to vanish from his mind.
When Weaselfur and Pebbleflower found them, they were furious. Wisteriakit was hopelessly shaking her brother to wake up. One trip to the Medicine Cats den, and they found out he would be okay. Two days later, he was up and talking - and stating the great adventure had been his idea. Wisteriakit had never been more happy for her brother's prideful dumbness than that day. She watched the lecture from where her sisters sat, a concerned look on her face, but the soft giggles never truly leaving her.
While Petal and Clover knew it had been Wisteria's idea. They did not know the tree climbing was. Never did Mallow. With anger so hot that the three sisters could feel it from here, they almost stop the apprentice ceremony. However, in two weeks time it happens. Petalkit and Cloverkit become Petalpaw and Cloverpaw. Mallowkit becomes Mallowpaw. Lastly followed Wisteriakit - who becomes Wisteriapaw and is given to a cranky old tom named Blackbark.
It takes time at the beginning for her to work her way under Blackbark's skin. She is sweet and charming to his hard and controlling. She lets him take charge and when his eyes soften she always compliments him for something he did. He soon falls victim to her lies and petty comments. He's swayed by her smile and gentle touch of her tail to his shoulder. While her mother can see right through it - her mentor is obvious. Even her siblings call for trouble.
Battle training session - she doesn't even remember - but she is 9 moons old when Blackbark takes her and her sister and brother into the training hollow. Her oldest sister is on a patrol so she can not be there. But with the mentors all lined up, Wisteriapaw feels the pressure to impress her mentor for the first time. She is swift, swifter than her siblings and can move with an agility that she is sure comes from her mother's side. While Petalpaw and Mallowpaw are evenly matched in strength, their brute strength is to much for Wisteriapaw. She relies on the pure ability to out move their attacks.
She manages to pin Petalpaw after the she-cat grows tried from the constant chase. Something her mentor Blackbark is amused by - while Petalpaw's isn't. It's Mallowpaw who plays his sister for the fool and pins her roughly to the ground. The yelp of pain and fear that comes from Wisteriapaw's maw is enough for her mentor Blackbark to throw Mallowpaw off her, and tend to his sweet apprentice. It's the first day that Wisteriapaw realizes Blackbark would do anything for her.
Her brother doesn't speak to her after that. Choosing to ignore her and Petalpaw in anger. It is in fact the odd sight to see when the three sisters are named warrior before their brother. Petalpaw becomes Petalblossom, Cloverpaw becomes Cloverstorm and finally Wisteriapaw becomes Wisteriabreeze. The she-cat sits her vigil and can not help but feel her mentor's gentle gaze on her. He is twenty-nine moons her senior, but it feels nice to be wanted.
She isn't a warrior long before her father passes. The news hits hard to her mother - who despite being cool to him still loved the tom - and to Mallowpaw who had just received his warrior name of Mallowfang. What was more impressive was the 8 moon old apprentice named Geckopaw who was placed under Wisteriabreeze. The tom had been her father's apprentice and for some reason the leader thought it best to give her this feline. She had a feeling it was Blackbark's doing, but she said nothing. She allowed her former mentor to help her in training and getting the hang of it.
What she didn't expect was the friendship that blossomed between herself and Geckopaw. Nor the jealous nature that bloomed in Blackbark's heart. She was stuck between the two of them, her heart aching for her former mentor to understand that she did not love or like Geckopaw in that way - nor could he like her that way. It was in a training session that she and Blackbark argued over the battle training. Blackbark took charge and when he pinned the young 11 moon old apprentice, he snapped at him to leave Wisteriabreeze along.
"I don't like she-cats."
Was the only words to leave Geckopaw's mouth. Wisteriabreeze had known. It had been why they got along so well. To see her former mentor flush and rush away from the young tom was more amusing than anything and even Geckopaw assumed a humorous laugh about it. With only herself and Blackbark knowing, the trio soon grew closer together. And in no time - on his 12th moon - Geckopaw became Geckosong. Wisteriabreeze never felt more prideful.
She would grow closer to her former mentor and former apprentice, forming a bond that was unshakable. While she was still close to her sisters, her relationship with her brother turned sour and sour. They could not find ground to stand on together. It became apparent that they were on a race to be better than one another.
The recent events of the escaping to new territory has taken their toll on her family and friends. From the near death experience she saw of her mother falling ill and begging them to not leave her - to leaving their mother and watching the sorrow fill her. She can only relive with the thoughts of her brother and sister, her former mentor and apprentice , that she was not a horrible monster.
To her, this began to downward spiral that was the pure belief in her ancestors - demanding proof of their existence.
Appearance
Summarya petite calico siamese she, with liliac eyes
Full Description
To start off with the young she-cat, one will notice she is on the taller size compared to her siblings. her legs are long and lean, made for running and yet still holding her with graceful movements. her overall body type is lean, but still a bit larger than the thin frame of most windclan felines, which makes her a bit odd, considering her line hails from shadowclan. wisteria has a rather long, whip like tail and average size ears. her pelt is mostly cream-white base, leaning more towards the cream side. however her four legs have darker brown-black coloration as it creeps up her leg. the tip of her tail is very much the same. however, her face is a mixture of cream, ginger and black. it is why she can sometimes be described as a calico Siamese point she. her whiskers have a mixture of black and white as well as her nose being completely black. lastly the most unique aspect of the she-cat is her liliac purple color. at birth they were just an extremely dark blue, however they lighten to the liliac color after a moon or two.
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