Post by Vulturepaw on Apr 5, 2011 16:23:26 GMT -6
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Vulturepaw
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NAME: Vulturekit, Vulturepaw, Vulturewing
AGE: Six moons
GENDER: She-cat
CLAN: ShadowClan
RANK: Apprentice
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DESCRIPTION:
Vulturepaw isn't a very muscular cat, unlike some huge monsters of war that are much too buff for any swift, agile activity. Rather, she's a fairly average-sized female, not too large and yet not too small for that matter. A narrow, skinny build is all that she can offer for physical condition. Her thin legs don't help much in running either, so Vulturepaw isn't exactly a beast of strength and size. She is, however, known for her endurance and stamina.
She inherited the traits of her fur from both parents, their own fur traits contributing in their daughter's result pelt. Vulturepaw's mother was a dark brown tabby, while her father was a white tom with ginger patches. Vulturepaw ended up with a weird mixture of the two, being somewhat of a brindle tabby she-cat. She has a light brown coat with dark brown stripes, and yet some of the light brown base color is a pale ginger in some areas. It's almost as if Vulturepaw's DNA was confused on whether she should be a pale ginger tabby or a light brown tabby, so it finally decided on making her somewhat of both. Besides this, Vulturepaw has a white chin and chest, running down in a white stripe to her belly, of which the fur is a soft, fluffy white. Her four, dainty, small paws are white as well.
But don't let her cute, seemingly harmless appearance fool you: Vulturepaw is not at all what she looks like. She has dark, stormy grey eyes that portray her emotions rather well (and sometimes too well). Vulturepaw also has some extra long claws and teeth, sharp and vicious just like her personality. How such a she-cat that isn't very strong nor fast ended up with such lethal fangs and claws is a great mystery. It probably has something to do with her DNA, that was too confused to decide on her fur color that it also felt like messing up something else.
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PERSONALITY:
It may come as no surprise to her Clanmates that Vulturepaw is a free-spirited she-cat. She's always willing to take extra risks for the sake of danger and adventure. The Warrior Code is more or less guidelines to her, but not exactly set in stone commands. It is because of this she is known as a troublemaker in ShadowClan, and some warriors are secretly relieved not to have her as an apprentice. They know how hard it would be to handle her, what with her carefree spirit and restless soul. Who would want to try to teach so much energy and riotous rebellion?
As any cat who knows Vulturepaw can tell you, she's stubborn and strong-willed. You might tell her to do something a certain way, but she'd much rather do it her way. Argumentative through and through, Vulturepaw complains a lot and when she actually does what you say, she'll do it unwilling with a few snappy and sarcastic remarks. It seems like an impossible task to control such an overconfident, stubborn she-cat with a passion for trouble, but those who feel up to the challenge might say it was quite the experience. Whether is was a pleasurable one or not is left up to debate, seeing how hard it is to get her to behave. It isn't likely she'll change her "deal-with-it" attitude when she grows older and enters the life of a full-blown warrior.
It's very obvious by now that Vulturepaw is a fiery apprentice. She's got a lot of fight in her, not about to take any mouse-dung from anyone. Not to say she doesn't occasionally try to avoid fights, but sometimes the need to beat some sense into someone sort of controls her. She can only be described as vicious and fierce. Vulturepaw is a very violent she-cat, often tossing threats around like it's nothing. She's aware that one of these days her big mouth might get her into trouble, but Vulturepaw is stubborn (or stupid) enough to take on anyone that dares to challenge her on her threats and insults. This isn't seen as a trait of bravery or courage by her elders and peers, but sometimes she acts like it is so. This results in many headaches and annoyance in her Clanmates and practically anybody else who happens to meet her.
What Vulturepaw lacks in physical strength, she makes up for it in intelligence and spirit. Her wit, although she often uses it to tick others off, is actually one of her greatest strengths. Her stubborn personality makes her determined and not one to easily give up. Although she sometimes has trouble being diligent, if she truly sets her mind on something, it's sure to be done. Vulturepaw has a talent of sharing her determination with others, if she really wants to. Her faith in the strength of one's self often encourages others. If it is a dire situation where hope is low, Vulturepaw, despite her troublesome personality, somehow finds a way to add a little more determination in others. This is a rare occasion, however, since she wouldn't do it for just any old reason. It has to be something worth fighting for that she'll try and strengthen the spirit for victory in others. In example, in a terrible battle with another Clan, she'll do something like this, and then the next day when you come up to her telling of your problems, she'd probably say you're a hopeless wreck and leave you feeling worse than before. It's just who she is.
Vulturepaw has her fair share of flaws and imperfections, and it's especially obvious in this little fighter. She's easily angered, often blinded by her rage and unable to see reason. Another one of her downsides and possibly greatest flaws would be her lack of ability to follow rules. This causes her to get into a lot of trouble, and one of these days the consequences could be deadly. It's just one of her bad habits to not respect the power of the code and the authority that enforces it. Vulturepaw can also be very impatient, as her energy makes her eager to be constantly active.
Many cats sometimes mistake Vulturepaw for a tom. Her name isn't very feminine in the first place, and her personality often can be taken as a more tomboyish attitude. If it wasn't for her scent or voice, she'd probably be referred to as male on a regular basis. Her actions definitely cause some confusion of her gender, if you've simply heard of her and never actually met her. But although Vulturepaw leans toward a more masculine sort of personality, she's still strictly female. Rough and tough, with a feminine sassy spunk to her that keeps things interesting. Vulturepaw sure is the whole package.
Yet surprisingly enough, this fiery apprentice has the potential of a great warrior. It's doubted if she'll grow into the warrior she's absolutely capable of becoming or allow her sharp-tongued attitude get the best of her. Vulturepaw seems to have no interest in fulfilling the expectations of others, still going strong on "who I am is who I am" mindset. What other cats fail to recognize is that behind all the vicious ferocity is a cat like everybody else- not without self-doubt, insecurity, and the ability to feel emotional pain. Vulturepaw would rather die than show it, but any insults tossed at her do hurt. Vulturepaw might tend to act like she doesn't give a rat's tail about what you think, but the truth is she takes it to heart. Behind her mask of violence is the art of breaking, bottled up pain from things she secretly allows to get to her. And everybody knows what happens when you bottle up feeling: it tends to explode one day without warning. Vulturepaw hasn't had a complete breakdown yet, and there are no signs of her having one any time soon, but you never know.
As for the concept of love, Vulturepaw finds it as an awkward subject. This is simply because she has never thought of it before. She really can't imagine herself having kits; they're just such clumsy and awkward things, and she gets so uncomfortable when dealing with them. Her Clanmates can't really see her having a mate either. I mean, can you imagine Vulturepaw as your mother? Probably not. Vulturepaw hasn't really gotten an interest in the opposite gender yet, possibly the only thing innocent about her. If she did happen to have a crush on a tom, she'd, amazingly, be much too shy to admit it. Plus, she's probably too stubborn as well to confess she's falling for someone.
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HISTORY:
Flamepaw and Dustpaw were inseparable, being the best of friends since kithood. The warriors would always exchange knowing looks between each other when the pair always found away to do most things together. It was extremely likely they'd become mates when they became older. In some ways, that was the case. But what actually happened was something no ShadowClan cat at that time could have predicted. There had be small signs here and there, but nobody seemed to notice. All they saw when Flamepaw and Dustpaw became warriors was two mates madly in love. Flamefur had always been the quiet and calm tom, always warm and friendly to his Clanmates. When he became an apprentice, he was considered for being medicine cat apprentice. Yet his refusal to this dropped the matter, although most cats still mentioned to him he would have made a great medicine cat one day. Exactly why he turned the offer down was left a mystery. Dustwhisker was a strong, brave warrior, obviously destined to become a warrior and possibly, one day, leader. But still, how could they have not noticed the signs?
Dustwhisker began to distance herself from her Clanmates. The glow of life within her dimmed to nothing but a faint glint. Of course, she still put on a smile and reassured everyone that she was excellent if they asked her if she was alright. Flamefur too began to fade into the background as the Clan saw less and less of him. Of course, you'd see a glimpse of Dustwhisker and him every now and then, coming into camp to place their catch on the fresh-kill pile, and then walk right back out again. But on one sunny greenleaf day, neither returned for a very long time. Morning grew into sunset as the Clan grew worried. They should have been back by now. Search parties were sent out, checking in every nook and cranny on their territory. No scent trails were found. Neither were the two warriors. The most favored conclusion was that they had decided to run out on their Clan. But why? What reason would two mates, who dearly loved their Clan like they loved each other, abandon it without warning?
It wasn't until around a moon or so later, when Flamefur and Dustwhisker were only phantoms in the back of ShadowClan's mind when the unthinkable happened. Mudpaw, a newly made apprentice, was exploring the territory on her own against orders. As she padded along, the sick smell of blood made her eyes water. A rogue stepped out in front of her, fur sticking up at odd angles in spikes created by sticky blood. It was hard to tell, but she identified him as a ginger-and-white tom. His green-yellow eyes were wild and unfocused, and his breath was sour and hot. In fear, Mudpaw had thought about running until he ordered her to follow him in a raspy whisper. Frightened but curious, the apprentice followed the stranger to a horrifying sight. There lay Dustwhisker, eyes opened and misted over, covered in her own blood. Two kits lay at her side, their kit-soft fur caked with dried blood, no breath stirring their spiderweb thin whiskers. The rogue tom directed her to a cluster of ferns growing nearby, and revealed one living kit sleeping there.
The apprentice was paralyzed with shock, mouth gaping open in horror. A word gurgled from the rogue brought her out of her trance. "Vulture" was the word he spoke, and at first Mudpaw was confused. He repeated it again, and Mudpaw noticed the vultures circling overhead. Once more, he repeated it, but the word changed. Vulturekit. The apprentice understood what he meant, but found it a terrible name for the last surviving kit. But he continued to say the name of his kit, the gurgling becoming louder until the word was no longer audible. The apprentice raced back off to camp to tell the Clan and get the medicine cat to help the rogue. But upon returning, the tom was already dead. The vultures had landed and were picking at the corpses of the family. It took awhile for the ShadowClan warriors to shoo them off, and suddenly the two cats were recognized as none other than Flamefur and Dustwhisker.
Vulturekit was raised by Goldenheart, a golden-brown spotted she-cat who had lost her mate to the Thunderpath during a border fight between ShadowClan and ThunderClan just a few days before. She had two kits of her own, Rainkit and Pinekit, who were only a few days old. More than willing to take in Vulturekit as her own, she raised the orphaned kit with a strong, deep love. Although she found the name strange and unusual, she still liked it in a weird sort of way. Since Rainkit and Pinekit were both toms, she was able to have the daughter she wouldn't have had otherwise. Vulturekit grew quickly, always roughhousing with her brothers and getting into trouble any way that she could. Goldenheart would often times joking comment that they would have to start calling her "Greyfur", due to the silver hairs she'd get from fretting and stressing over the troublesome kit.
When Vulturekit took on the name Vulturepaw as an apprentice, she was told the truth about her history from Goldenheart. Strangely enough, this didn't seem to bother her very much. The she-cat seems to only have on thing on her mind at the present moment, and that is learning as much as she can from her mentor, Rapidstar.
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CHARACTERS: Warfrost, Darkpaw, Vulturepaw
