Post by Bonesong on Mar 26, 2011 15:06:44 GMT -6
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BONESONG
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NAME: Bonesong.
AGE: Twenty moons.
GENDER: She-cat.
CLAN: Windclan.
RANK: Warrior.
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DESCRIPTION:
Bonesong has a coat that starts out as a very light silver at the tips of her ears and ends with a gray at the tip of her tail. Starting at her neck she has black spots like a leopard's, and from her mid-back they clump closer and closer together until it looks almost like a single stripe from far away. A similar line of markings goes down the top of her tail. The end of Bonesong's tail is black. Her head has three black stripes that look like an upside-down W and there's some gray coloring near her eyes, which are a light green. Bonesong has the long legs fitting of a Windclan cat and the stream-lined shape to go along with them.
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PERSONALITY:
Bonesong is a very timid cat. She is scared of almost everything. This pretty she-cat almost never speaks out, and when she does, it is in a very quiet mutter. You can safely say that Bonesong is "on the fence" about almost any matter- she can see both sides of almost every argument and has a strong intuition and strong emotions. As a result, this young cat is very sensitive and can get upset at the slightest provocation. On the positive side, she is very good at telling what other cats are feeling and sometimes what they plan to do if it's a strong enough urge.
But this she-cat is no phsychic. Bonesong's strange knowledge sometimes gets the best of her and she tends to jump to conclusions about a cat. At the same time, she manages to judge slowly and cautiously about a situation- an almost scared habit in it's nature that fits her timidity. This long-legged cat absolutely despises battles and wishes never to fight in one. She greatly admires medicine cats and their apprentices.
Bonesong is a great listener and a great strategist, though she rarely puts her talents to use. Her clan still sees her as a scared apprentice who became a warrior almost by accident, and for good reason.
This silver she-cat is kept awake at night by terrible nightmares. She always wakes up in pain, though she can only ever remember blood shining under an Oak tree. Bonesong refuses to speak of these dreams to any of her clanmates, and if she happens to notice some odd looks when she wakes up, she never ackowledges them.
This Windclan warrior does, surpringly, enjoy company and is rather afraid of solitude. She is a firm believer of safety in numbers and has become rather talented at following her clanmate's noiselessly.
Bonesong always feels something boiling underneath the surface, though. What it is, she can not name. It is rage. A hunger for revenge for wrongs long-forgotten by anyone but her subconcious.
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HISTORY:
Bonesong remembers her kithood very clearly. She had a very protective mother who wanted to watch over her every second of the day, rarely letting her out to play with the other kits. Perhaps it was because she had lost every one of her kits but Bonesong. Whatever the case, this pretty she-cat paced the nursery and was starved of any freedom. Her father was very protective of his mate and would hush Bonesong every time she tried to bring it up. He visited the nursery nearly every day, and this lithe Windclan cat still swears up and down that she's never seen her parents fight. Since they were hesitant to tell the young cat any stories, and she rarely got the chance to visit the elders, Bonesong grew up apart from the cats she should have been growing closest to.
This Windclan warrior does not remember her apprenticeship nearly as well. Big chunks of time are missing. Whenever a cat mentions something that happened during any of these times, Bonesong will suddenly feel very nervous and try to think of other things- anything else. Bonesong remembers the mundane things, mostly- that's the day she got a thorn in her paw, that's the time she finally caught a squirrel- things like that. Though she likes to pretend that her memory loss is because nothing too important happened, sometimes when she's alone she'll hear a whisper, and the snap of a twig behind her. Always that, and nothing more.
She became a warrior merely because of age, to be frank. Bonesong had had an unusually long apprenticeship, and as she would remember many times after the ceremony, the leader said: "We honor you for your dedication and patience..." followed by mrrows of laughter from her clan-mates- it was widely known that she was the most reliable apprentice, and for good reason.
Recently, she has begun to remember more. Snatches of her apprenticeship. This spotted she-cat tries not to think about it. Bonesong believes there's no reason to worry about her past.
