Post by mystic on Aug 31, 2010 20:45:12 GMT -5
Name: Rosethorn
Gender: She-cat
Age: 19 Moons
Clan: Thunderclan
Rank: Warrior
Kin:
Mother
Honeyfrost (NPC)
Father
Kits
Uncles
Rednose
Berrypaw
Swiftclaw (NPC)
Badgernose (NPC)
Treewhisker (NPC)
Aunts
Tallflower (NCP)
Speckleclaw (NPC)
Sisters
Frostnose (Adoptable)
Cousins
Littleheart (NPC)
Sedgeflower (NPC)
Ceaderkit (Ambie)
Nephews
Mudkit (adoptive)(Mystic)
Description:
Upon first seeing her, one would think that Rosethorn is quite pretty. They would be right, her fur is a soft shade of sandy cream. She has a well proportioned body, and few scars that show. Her short coat is pretty much self, however there are a few ghost tabby markings on her face, legs and tail. She's a compact cat, however she's not heavyset. In fact she's quite light boned.
She has widest ears and large pale amber eyes. Her ears have very little fur inside of them, and are well formed, with no sign of folding or kinking. Her back has some evidence if ticked tabby markings, increasing a sand like look to her back. However her underbelly is a light ginger cream. She has a pink nose, and pink paw pads. Her whiskers are of normal length and there is an amount of freckle like marking around her muzzle.
Personality:
To look at her would make one think that she's a gentle soul. She has a soft face and large eyes. However those who know Rosethorn, know much better. Though she is a loyal and strong friend, she is not a sweet cat. Rosethorn is sharp, and witty. She's highly intelligent and very intuitive. She is the sort of cat who thinks on her feet, this helps her in battle and in tests of wit.
While she is good fighter, Rosethorn would rather avoid battle and opt to use her wit and quick thinking to get out of trouble. She has a silver tongue, and isn't afraid to use it. However, should her words fail, she is not afraid to use her claws. She is a skilled fighter.
However her sarcasm and wit cause her trouble on the home front. It is hard for her to make new friends, since most cats think that she's a hard nosed bitch. She is master of the death glare, and isn't afraid to use it when she's pissed off. It's thought that her death glare could stop an angry badger at twenty tail lengths.
Rosethorn is a natural leader. She's self motivated, and is happiest when she is leading hunting and border patrols. In such patrols, if anyone harms one of the cats that she is leading, she will be merciless in vengeance. She may be a thorny, witty she-cat. But that doesn't stop her from being loyal to her friends.
History:
About 18 moons ago or so a little she-kit was born. Her name was Rosekit, her sister was Frostkit. They were born to a she-cat called Honeyfrost, who was mated to one of the senior warriors called Tallthorn. The two little kits were the first children of Tallthorn and Honeyfrost.
Rosekit and Frostkit grew up swiftly, they didn't really cause much trouble as kits. They had a normal enough kithood, not really understanding the chaos that their clan was in. Their mother was a bit lax about the warrior code, as she was more interested in being friends with her kits. However their grandmother made sure that they understood the code. The old she-cat wasn't going to have any descendants of hers be some lax, non-caring warriors.
Rosekit ate up the lessons, and adored learning about the code. As the young kit grew older, she saw the chaos that was surrounding the clans. Even though she was just a kit, something inside her told her that what was going on was wrong. There were loners, kittypets and even rogues joining the clan. The ranks became swollen with uncommitted warriors who clan. The territory couldn't support so many cats. Needless to say, it came to war.
The young kit began to work, she watched the apprentices train and began practising the moves on balls of moss, and her sister Frostkit. The weeks flew past and finally the two she-kits had reached their sixth moon. By now they were both eager to begin training. However it seemed that the exuberant Rosekit was more eager than her curious and rather mouthy sister.
Rosekit was called before the clan, and her mentor was announced. Tallthorn, her own father. The tom didn't go easy on her, in fact he pushed her harder than anyone could believe. However Rosethorn was up to it, something her father likely knew. Because she was spending so much time with her father, she ended up picking up his sense of humour. Not to mention what many would consider his many attitude problems. Despite what other cats said about the tom, she adored her father, and loved training with him. Even though he worked her paws raw she couldn't wait for her next training session. Every day was something new to learn, a new way to prove herself to the clan.
Her father taught her his hunting techniques, his battle moves and his sarcastic Jokes. Each day Rosethorn became more and more like him. She grew in moons and wisdom, and grew stronger. Her family was proud of the warrior she was turning into. Even if her mother was alarmed at the language that her father was teaching her.
Then, when she was eleven moons old, she and her mentor were out on patrol with some other cats, Frostpaw included. It was quiet, and there wasn't much trouble, the cats were lax and joking about as they headed to the border. Rosepaw and her father traded banter, and generally enjoyed themselves. They didn't hear the creaking branch until it was too late, the large branch fell and landed on Tallthorn, breaking his neck and killing him instantly. Rosepaw was devastated. She and her father and been kindred spirits, then out of nowhere, he was dead. It took the patrol a while to get over their shock. Tallthorn had been a valued warrior of the clan, one that had survived many battles.
They returned to the camp, bringing Tallthorn's body back with them. Alongside her sister and mother, Rosepaw sat vigil. Dappleflower was there too, comforting Frostpaw. However Rosethorn didn't feel as close to her grandmother or mother as she had her father. She felt lost, her best friend was gone and she didn't know what to do. As the memories of her father flooded her she knew what he would want her to do. She lay down beside his Rosepaw promised her father that she would become the greatest warrior ever. She would make her father's memory proud.
The next morning, rather than find her a new mentor, she was made a warrior. The clan leader bestowed her with the name Rosethorn, due to her sharp wit and quick mind. It was also in honour of her father, who she was so much like. As she stood there, the clan calling out her name, she could swear she felt his tail resting on her shoulder and him purring beside her with pride.
Rosethorn proved to be a skilled warrior and quickly found favour with other cats, including the leader. She also caught the eye of a senior warrior tom named Barkwhisker who very quickly stole her heart. The two of them started on a whirlwind romance. Then she got pregnant and gave birth to one scrawny premature kit. She named him Tallkit. A few days after he was born, Barkwhisker visited the nursery and told her that he was dumping her for a pretty loner he'd impregnated and was leaving the clan with her. Rosethorn was infuriated and ended up clawing open his face in anger. Then she returned to her kit.
When Tallkit was about three moons old he sneaked out of camp and went down to the lake, by the time his mother had figured out where he was. It was too late to rescue him. She pulled his limp body out of the lake and carried her dead kit back to Thunderclan. That night she buried him and returned to the warrior den.
A few moons have passed since she lost her kit, and she's focused all her attention on becoming a better warrior. She will not let anything stop her from keeping her promise to her father, or doing her duty to the clan. She is currently looking to take on an apprentice.
Other:
Playlist
Fly on my Father's Wings
Country Girl
That don't Impress me much
It's a Heartache
I will Survive
