Post by < Bluestarintears > on Mar 4, 2007 3:31:34 GMT -5
Name: Willow
Age: 10 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: none
Rank: loner
Physical Description: Willow is a rather pretty she-cat. Her entire figure is more of a petite size, though the she-cat is rather leggy, which can prove to cause problems at times. All of her limbs are rather strong and weel muscled, with the exception of her hind left leg, which, due to some odd but minor birth defect, had been unable to gain any real excess mass.
However, you can't really seem to notice it, except when she tries to run, or even after long periods of walking. The she-cat has a thick and long pelt covering her entire body, the color of a rich, deep brown, for the base color at least, the majority. But she has various marking on her being, all of them in deeper, more earth-like colors. Upon her back, Willow has a few, small black patches, and other than a bit on her ears, that is all the black she has on her. Running down her tail, the she-cat has oddly patterned stripes going down to the tip, sketched in a darker orange hue, and the stripes are more of a whispy patterning, other than normal, thick stripes. Her eyes are a lovely, misty blue color, with a darker robin's egg blue just outlining her outer eye.
Willow's physical features are nearly perfect, or at least she doesn't have any significant abnormalities. Since she has never gotten into fights with other cats, the she doesn't have any wounds or scratches from fighting. However, there is a small, nearly innoticable, scar above her right eye, which she got from scraping herself against a bush branch. Also, if you can see beneath her quite furry paws, there are a few scratches on them, accidentally self inflicted.
The she-cat has very long front claws, which stick out of her paws some, even when sheathed. These have always been a problem with her, which are the reason she has some scratches on her paws. Her tail is a bit longer than normal, though with the stripes on it make it look even longer. Her white whiskers are somewhat stringy, and droop just a tad.
Personality: Willow's personality can pretty much be described in a single word, which sums up in so many others-shy. The she-cat is very shy, never speaking to anyone. She hasn't spoken to anyone in moons, though doesn't really mind it. Yes, truth be, Willow does get lonely at times. But even if she did try to talk to someone, chances are would be she'd freeze up and sit there, or run away.
If anyone could get to know Willow, they'd know she is a very nice cat; with her voice, she seems it. The dark brown she-cat doesn't seem to be able to get angry, though never has gotten the chance to do so. Still, she most likely wouldn't, not wanting to be judged poorly.
Yet another problem with Willow: she is very self concious. Anything anyone said about her, at least negative things, she takes to heart, believing them. However, if anyone were to compliment her, then Willow would nearly completely ignore it. She isn't one to believe that she is in any way a good looking or anthing that is likable. Truth be, the she-cat is far too modest for her own good.
When Willow in uncomfortable, you can tell. Her normally droopy whiskers start to twitch tremendously, even straighten out. Also, she flexed her claws into the dirt. She does this even when she isn't near anyone, just when she's anxious, or upset about something.
History: Willow was born a clan cat. Her mother had been a warrior of MorningClan, who had fallen in love with a loner apparently. When she found out she was going to have kits, she tried to find her mate, it proved pointless. The queen had the kits in the clan, though a couple days later left it, ashamed of herself, and fear of the shame the kits would undergo. It was difficult traveling to the loner territory, especially with three newborn kits, but she was determined to get there. Eventually Willowtail, Willow's mother, made it there, and also managed to find a place to stay; it was a small hole in the base of a tree, barely large enough for them all, but it would work.
This was only the beginning of their problems. A few days later, after the queen and her kits had settle in, gotten into a normal habit of being well fed and comfortable, the rather mild leaf-fall began to turn into leaf-bare, and a harsh one at that. Within two days, the snow was so bad, nearly up to Willowtail's belly. The kits weren't allowed to go out, fear they might be lost, or die from the cold, and the queen had trouble finding anything to eat. And due to this, she, and her kits, began to become malnurished. This proved fatal to the young Willow's sister, Pita.
However, eventually the weather did soften up, by time new-leaf was nearing, Willow and her remaning sibling, her brother Rin, were getting bigger, making their small home too small for two growing kits and their mother, or at least one growing kit. Willow seemed to be far behind in her growth, as could be seen when compared to her larger brother. But still, she never let it affect her. Because of this, however, as her mother left to find them a new home, she was left in the tree until Rin and Willowtail returned.
But that day seemed never to come. Willow stayed there for days, just watching the outside. Luckily, her mother had left the small, nearly three moon kit some food, though it wouldn't last forever. Willow wasn't really worried about that though; she was worried about her mother and brother, and if they were in danger, or worse, dead.
Eventually, Willow just gave up on hoping for the return of her family, after nearly a moon of them missing. Little did she know the two had been killed, Willowtail killed by a twoleg monster, and Rin, not having anyone to care for him, was killed by a fox. Still, the dark brown she-cat didn't know of it, and just kept hoping they'd be back soon. But it never happened, and everything seemed hopeless for the young kit. Though with luck she was saved from starvation.
Not too much later after she was three moons, a rather elderly tom came upon the kit. His normally grouchy attitude changed as he saw the small, helpless kit, and took pity on her. Willow had nothing to do but trust him, and followed him to his home, where she would be living for the nest few moons of her life.
While living with the tom, Willow learned quite a bit, muc younger than others. By four moons, she was able to hunt, quite effectively. He also tried to teach her to fight, though she was never fond of it at all, so he eventually stopped her. However, she learned enough to defend herself, even if it took her awhile.
By time Willow was 5 moons, nearing 6 moons, the tom she was staying with seemed to be getting even older, hardly being able to hunt for himself anymore. The she-cat thought it her duty to look out for him, as he had done for her those many moons ago. But this didn't last long, as his health deteriorated. Within a moon, he was dead. Now Willow had nobody; no family, no close friends or dependents, nobody. She was alone, and because of that her entire attitude changed to that.
Leaving to finally go out on her own, the dark brown she-cat took days to find a new place to live. She eventually did find somewhere; a nice little den, not too far from a small pond. It seemed ideal for her, and did prove to be for the moons to come. Since then, Willow has been living her life, avoiding everyone and anyone as often as she can, and keeping to herself.
Other: She has no living family, that she knows of at least. Might like a mate one day, when she's a bit older most likely, and if she can get out of her shy personality.
IC Post: Misty blue eyes looked outside, black splotted ears perked, and listening around. It didn't seem like anyone was out there, but could she be sure? Well, she could see the pond from here, and nobody was there. That was really the only place she wanted to go at the moment. She'd just get a quick drink; maybe if nobody was there, then she could fish for her breakfast. But if not, she could just wait a bit later.
Willow eventually decided to herself nobody was around. Still wary, she took a few steps out of the den, her head emerging first. Yes, there was nobody around. Good, I can at least get a drink. Maybe I can fish? Yes, I should be fast enough Letting out a small sigh of relief, the rich dark brown she-cat darted out of her den. Pawsteps nearly silent on the earth underneath her, she made it to the pond quickly.
Still, nobody was around there. But she wasn't going to just enjoy herself, thinking nothing could happen. No, that just wasn't life. Things never went her way, or anyone's way. Bending down, the she-cat looked at her reflection in the motionless water for a moment. Though she pulled away quickly. It scared her, at time, when she looked at her relfection in the water. It was mainly her eyes; for some reason, they spooked her. Shaking her head to get the thoughts out, Willow bent down quickly now, and without stopping, took a quick drink. The cold water felt good against her rather dry pallet.
Looking up again, she tried to make sure nobody else was around. Well, it didn't seem like it; she'd be able to fish. Bending down, Willow looked around in the water, trying to spot the shining scales of a fish. But it didn't seem as if anyone was there.
Hearing a noise not too far away, the small she-cat jumped. Was that someone else around here?! Looking around, fur still on end, Willow found the answer soon enough. A mouse came out of the taill grass, stopping at the pond; it must have been getting a drink.
Sighing, Willow began yet again to look into the water for her meal. But an idea soon came to her. The mouse was there, why not catch it? Moving away from the water, the dark brown she-cat slowly made her way to the mouse. Misty blue eyes fixed on it, she made a silent leap for it, landing on it immediately. With a quick bite to the neck, she took its life.
The mouse grasped in her jaws, Willow looked around for a moment. Seemed she was all clear to get back to her den. Without an hesitation, she darted back to her den. But, like always, she poked her head in first, making sure nothing was in it. Yes, there was nothing there. Throwing her catch in first, Willow walked into her den, and to the back where she couldn't be seen.
Age: 10 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: none
Rank: loner
Physical Description: Willow is a rather pretty she-cat. Her entire figure is more of a petite size, though the she-cat is rather leggy, which can prove to cause problems at times. All of her limbs are rather strong and weel muscled, with the exception of her hind left leg, which, due to some odd but minor birth defect, had been unable to gain any real excess mass.
However, you can't really seem to notice it, except when she tries to run, or even after long periods of walking. The she-cat has a thick and long pelt covering her entire body, the color of a rich, deep brown, for the base color at least, the majority. But she has various marking on her being, all of them in deeper, more earth-like colors. Upon her back, Willow has a few, small black patches, and other than a bit on her ears, that is all the black she has on her. Running down her tail, the she-cat has oddly patterned stripes going down to the tip, sketched in a darker orange hue, and the stripes are more of a whispy patterning, other than normal, thick stripes. Her eyes are a lovely, misty blue color, with a darker robin's egg blue just outlining her outer eye.
Willow's physical features are nearly perfect, or at least she doesn't have any significant abnormalities. Since she has never gotten into fights with other cats, the she doesn't have any wounds or scratches from fighting. However, there is a small, nearly innoticable, scar above her right eye, which she got from scraping herself against a bush branch. Also, if you can see beneath her quite furry paws, there are a few scratches on them, accidentally self inflicted.
The she-cat has very long front claws, which stick out of her paws some, even when sheathed. These have always been a problem with her, which are the reason she has some scratches on her paws. Her tail is a bit longer than normal, though with the stripes on it make it look even longer. Her white whiskers are somewhat stringy, and droop just a tad.
Personality: Willow's personality can pretty much be described in a single word, which sums up in so many others-shy. The she-cat is very shy, never speaking to anyone. She hasn't spoken to anyone in moons, though doesn't really mind it. Yes, truth be, Willow does get lonely at times. But even if she did try to talk to someone, chances are would be she'd freeze up and sit there, or run away.
If anyone could get to know Willow, they'd know she is a very nice cat; with her voice, she seems it. The dark brown she-cat doesn't seem to be able to get angry, though never has gotten the chance to do so. Still, she most likely wouldn't, not wanting to be judged poorly.
Yet another problem with Willow: she is very self concious. Anything anyone said about her, at least negative things, she takes to heart, believing them. However, if anyone were to compliment her, then Willow would nearly completely ignore it. She isn't one to believe that she is in any way a good looking or anthing that is likable. Truth be, the she-cat is far too modest for her own good.
When Willow in uncomfortable, you can tell. Her normally droopy whiskers start to twitch tremendously, even straighten out. Also, she flexed her claws into the dirt. She does this even when she isn't near anyone, just when she's anxious, or upset about something.
History: Willow was born a clan cat. Her mother had been a warrior of MorningClan, who had fallen in love with a loner apparently. When she found out she was going to have kits, she tried to find her mate, it proved pointless. The queen had the kits in the clan, though a couple days later left it, ashamed of herself, and fear of the shame the kits would undergo. It was difficult traveling to the loner territory, especially with three newborn kits, but she was determined to get there. Eventually Willowtail, Willow's mother, made it there, and also managed to find a place to stay; it was a small hole in the base of a tree, barely large enough for them all, but it would work.
This was only the beginning of their problems. A few days later, after the queen and her kits had settle in, gotten into a normal habit of being well fed and comfortable, the rather mild leaf-fall began to turn into leaf-bare, and a harsh one at that. Within two days, the snow was so bad, nearly up to Willowtail's belly. The kits weren't allowed to go out, fear they might be lost, or die from the cold, and the queen had trouble finding anything to eat. And due to this, she, and her kits, began to become malnurished. This proved fatal to the young Willow's sister, Pita.
However, eventually the weather did soften up, by time new-leaf was nearing, Willow and her remaning sibling, her brother Rin, were getting bigger, making their small home too small for two growing kits and their mother, or at least one growing kit. Willow seemed to be far behind in her growth, as could be seen when compared to her larger brother. But still, she never let it affect her. Because of this, however, as her mother left to find them a new home, she was left in the tree until Rin and Willowtail returned.
But that day seemed never to come. Willow stayed there for days, just watching the outside. Luckily, her mother had left the small, nearly three moon kit some food, though it wouldn't last forever. Willow wasn't really worried about that though; she was worried about her mother and brother, and if they were in danger, or worse, dead.
Eventually, Willow just gave up on hoping for the return of her family, after nearly a moon of them missing. Little did she know the two had been killed, Willowtail killed by a twoleg monster, and Rin, not having anyone to care for him, was killed by a fox. Still, the dark brown she-cat didn't know of it, and just kept hoping they'd be back soon. But it never happened, and everything seemed hopeless for the young kit. Though with luck she was saved from starvation.
Not too much later after she was three moons, a rather elderly tom came upon the kit. His normally grouchy attitude changed as he saw the small, helpless kit, and took pity on her. Willow had nothing to do but trust him, and followed him to his home, where she would be living for the nest few moons of her life.
While living with the tom, Willow learned quite a bit, muc younger than others. By four moons, she was able to hunt, quite effectively. He also tried to teach her to fight, though she was never fond of it at all, so he eventually stopped her. However, she learned enough to defend herself, even if it took her awhile.
By time Willow was 5 moons, nearing 6 moons, the tom she was staying with seemed to be getting even older, hardly being able to hunt for himself anymore. The she-cat thought it her duty to look out for him, as he had done for her those many moons ago. But this didn't last long, as his health deteriorated. Within a moon, he was dead. Now Willow had nobody; no family, no close friends or dependents, nobody. She was alone, and because of that her entire attitude changed to that.
Leaving to finally go out on her own, the dark brown she-cat took days to find a new place to live. She eventually did find somewhere; a nice little den, not too far from a small pond. It seemed ideal for her, and did prove to be for the moons to come. Since then, Willow has been living her life, avoiding everyone and anyone as often as she can, and keeping to herself.
Other: She has no living family, that she knows of at least. Might like a mate one day, when she's a bit older most likely, and if she can get out of her shy personality.
IC Post: Misty blue eyes looked outside, black splotted ears perked, and listening around. It didn't seem like anyone was out there, but could she be sure? Well, she could see the pond from here, and nobody was there. That was really the only place she wanted to go at the moment. She'd just get a quick drink; maybe if nobody was there, then she could fish for her breakfast. But if not, she could just wait a bit later.
Willow eventually decided to herself nobody was around. Still wary, she took a few steps out of the den, her head emerging first. Yes, there was nobody around. Good, I can at least get a drink. Maybe I can fish? Yes, I should be fast enough Letting out a small sigh of relief, the rich dark brown she-cat darted out of her den. Pawsteps nearly silent on the earth underneath her, she made it to the pond quickly.
Still, nobody was around there. But she wasn't going to just enjoy herself, thinking nothing could happen. No, that just wasn't life. Things never went her way, or anyone's way. Bending down, the she-cat looked at her reflection in the motionless water for a moment. Though she pulled away quickly. It scared her, at time, when she looked at her relfection in the water. It was mainly her eyes; for some reason, they spooked her. Shaking her head to get the thoughts out, Willow bent down quickly now, and without stopping, took a quick drink. The cold water felt good against her rather dry pallet.
Looking up again, she tried to make sure nobody else was around. Well, it didn't seem like it; she'd be able to fish. Bending down, Willow looked around in the water, trying to spot the shining scales of a fish. But it didn't seem as if anyone was there.
Hearing a noise not too far away, the small she-cat jumped. Was that someone else around here?! Looking around, fur still on end, Willow found the answer soon enough. A mouse came out of the taill grass, stopping at the pond; it must have been getting a drink.
Sighing, Willow began yet again to look into the water for her meal. But an idea soon came to her. The mouse was there, why not catch it? Moving away from the water, the dark brown she-cat slowly made her way to the mouse. Misty blue eyes fixed on it, she made a silent leap for it, landing on it immediately. With a quick bite to the neck, she took its life.
The mouse grasped in her jaws, Willow looked around for a moment. Seemed she was all clear to get back to her den. Without an hesitation, she darted back to her den. But, like always, she poked her head in first, making sure nothing was in it. Yes, there was nothing there. Throwing her catch in first, Willow walked into her den, and to the back where she couldn't be seen.
