Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2010 5:21:35 GMT -5
Name:
Buzzardfang
Age:
21 moons
Gender:
She-cat
Clan:
WindClan
Apprentice:
None at this point in time, no. And she wouldn't really want one. It's just how she is.
Rank:
Warrior
Love Interest:
None.
Kin:
Brownflower: Mother, WindClan -- NPC.
Blackwhisker: Father, WindClan -- NPC.
Yellowkit: Sister, WindClan -- NPC.
Greykit: Sister, WindClan -- NPC.
Description:
Large, poorly-built, stocky, fine-boned, thick fur, tawny fur, dull browny-amber eyes.
Buzzardfang is not a well-built cat. Strong muscles on fine bones make for an odd, ungaintly appearance, and poor joints and co-ordination make for much falling down and injury. She's large, particularly for a WindClan cat, and she certainly isn't built to run, in any way, shape or form. Her parents - Brownflower and Blackwhisker - don't know what happened.
Buzzardfang's fur is thick, although it sits quite uncomfortably over her body, thinning in places, and being just generally rather uneven. It doesn't really bother her; she quite likes it to look odd - original, as Creamflower has always put it. She's actually kind of jealous of her. She likes her fur, just as it is. She doesn't mind that it isn't flattering, it's her fur, and she doesn't mind if you want to mock her for it. She'll hiss at you for it, and that will show you (she hopes).
Her fur is largely tawny, although the underbelly is creamly-yellow, and she has white paws, apart from one back paw, which is brown. She has a white neck at the front, although the back and most of her back are a dusty sort of brown, and the tabby rings around her legs are the same dusty brown. Her back fades down in to the tawny sort of colour which she was named in part for.
Her eyes are no determinate colour, but more a sort of mushing-together of amber and a dark brown sort of colour. Most cats can't really tell what colour her eyes are, and she can't either. Creamflower always tells her that they're sort of grey-amber, but Buzzardfang isn't so sure, although she trusts Creamflower.
Personality:
Irritable, cold, intelligent, tries hard, quiet, harsh, has a good memory, doesn't believe in StarClan, most threats are empty, really scary when she's angry, close to her friends.
Buzzardfang is irritable. If you cross her - particularly early in the morning - then she will most likely act like a barricaded badger and lunge at you. Jokingly, and she'll probably fall over, but she'll lunge. It's just how she is. Also, if you happened to approach her when she wasn't in a good mood, she would threateningly raise a paw with claws out as though to strike. She wouldn't strike, but it still fools some cats.
Buzzardfang is also cold: she keeps her emotions hidden under a veil of cold cruelty, and will brush off any attempt to speak to her with a snarl, or, more rarely, a harsh, grating laugh. An attempt to get her to show emotions is usually met with a hiss and a raised paw, although she rarely crosses the line of violence.
Buzzardfang is, however, intelligent. Just because she has poor co-ordination doesn't mean she's stupid. Quite on the contrary; she's definitely on the "intelligent" end of WindClan, although she isn't the cleverest in the Clan. She's up there, though. Clever enough to work out that the fighting technique and hunting technique her mentor was teaching her wasn't working. Although she had some help from her best friend at the time - Redpaw - to think of new techniques.
She tries her hardest, but, as she has discovered, her best just isn't enough in many ways - whether it was trying to fight well as an apprentice or hunting now as a warrior, she just isn't good at it. That was the first thing she learned in life.
Buzzardfang is quiet. She doesn't speak much, and if she does she will probably speak quietly, unless she is yelling at some cat for something that they have done to annoy her. Then she's loud. Very loud. And generally leaves for a minute to calm herself down.
She is harsh. Grating. If a cat were to approach her if she seemed sad - which happened quite a bit after Redpaw abandoned her in favour of Brightpaw - she will brush them off with a sarcastic comment or something unkind, claiming that she really doesn't need their pity, and is perfectly fine.
She has a good memory, which is both a good thing and a bad thing: she can roll off the warrior code as easily as anything, but she also remembers every embarrassing thing that has ever happened to her. There is also a downside to this for other cats: she will remember anything that they have done to annoy her, and she will hold a grudge. So be warned.
She doesn't believe in StarClan - why were there so many battles in the past if they truly do watch down on the cats? What's the point in it? If StarClan really do exist, why do bad things happen? That's her philosophy for life.
Don't worry if she threatens you, because most of her threats are empty ones. She won't really attack: she lashes out with words, not with claws and fangs. Well, she lashes out with words if you're in WindClan, and if you're not Rednose. Or Bright-tail. If you're one of them, then she will lash out. It's just a good thing, reader, that you are neither of there cats, is it not?
If you really get her mad, though (or if you are Bright-tail or Rednose), then she is very scary. Like I said, she will not lash out physically, but she will yell at the cat in question, and then storm off because she has realized that she has shot her mouth off again.
If you are her friend - I mean truly her friend - then she will defend you with her life. It's probably her only redeeming trait. No matter what happens, you will always have her support, even if you are a murderer. She doesn't care. She will never let you down. Never. Even if it costs her her life.
History:
Buzzardkit was born an only kit to Brownflower and Blackwhisker of WindClan. She was always a rather quiet kit, and she didn't cry. She wasn't mollycoddled like some kits were at that age, either. She learned only to cry when she was seriously injured or very upset, which was a useful lesson: if she fell and started crying, she was always carted off to the medicine cat's den, and there was invariably some injury: the first time this happened, she had managed to break a claw clean out, which required cobwebs, obviously.
Around her second moon, a loner kit was brought in to the Clan by her mother, and named Redkit. None of the Clan's kits would play with her, saying that she stank of twolegs and yucky stuff:
"No, we won't play with you!" jeered a small, black kit, sticking his tongue out at Redkit. Redkit sighed, her shoulders dropping dejectedly.
Buzzardkit looked up from where she was lying, with her paw out in front of her, examining the wound that losing a claw had left. It hurt, sure, but she didn't mind.
"I-I know that you aren't meant to get up much, Buzzardkit, but can I sit with you?" Redkit asked. Buzzardkit could tell that she was setting herself up for failure, and Buzzardkit felt sorry for the little ginger.
"Sure," Buzzardkit replied. "But let's go outside," she added, getting up and limping over to the exit to her nursery. "They're all loud, and they keep tripping over me," she muttered irritably. Redkit giggled and padded out beside the limping Buzzardkit.
"You reckon claws grow back?" Redkit asked. Buzzardkit shook her head.
"The medicine cat told me that it would grow back," she replied.
"Oh, right," Redkit replied. She smiled. "I'm just glad that you'll actually talk to me..." she said.
"I'm glad to have a friend," Buzzardkit replied.
And so was cemented what seemed like a permanent friendship. And it was, for a few moons. Redkit and Buzzardkit were inseperable, and Buzzardkit always stood up for her friend when the other kits made fun of her because she wasn't clanborn. It didn't bother Buzzardkit in the least.
Redkit and Buzzardkit became apprentices together. Redpaw was apprenticed to Buzzardpaw's father, Blackwhisker, and they got on well, mostly because the two younger ones were friends.
Buzzardpaw's mentor was a young she-cat by the name of Seedfang, who had never mentored before. She and Buzzardpaw got on well, but Buzzardpaw could tell that they were never going to get anywhere: Seedfang was a small, properly-built cat who didn't fall over a lot. Buzzardpaw was not.
Eventually, both realized that the techniques being used just weren't working, so Redpaw and Buzzardpaw thought of some new techniques, which worked much better.
Around this time, Buzzardpaw befriended Creampaw, an apprentice two moons her senior. She didn't know why she was friend with Creampaw, she just was. And their friendship proved to be a strong one. Now, Redpaw, Creampaw and Buzzardpaw were a team.
When Redpaw and Buzzardpaw were eight moons old and Creampaw ten moons old, a fox found its way on to the territory. The three teams up to kill it, Redpaw getting in cunning attacks with her small frame, Creampaw fighting it up front, and Buzzardpaw delivering the final blow, biting down on the throat. They were popular for that, certainly.
And, at that time, a young apprentice named Brightpaw noticed Redpaw. They were the same age, but Buzzardpaw hated Brightpaw. Hated her. Brightpaw was so obnoxious! It was always, “Oh, go away Buzzardpaw; we’re trying to have a conversation here!” or “Buzzardpaw, you do realize that you trip over a lot right. ‘Cause it’s really funny!” And if it wasn’t that, Brightpaw was just turning up her nmose when Buzzardpaw tried to speak to her.
“Come on, Redpaw. Let’s go somewhere where this loser won’t be listening in on our conversation.”
It bugged Buzzardpaw no end.
There were constant arguments, and Redpaw and Buzzardpaw gradually grew apart.
It was on the day that the three became warriors that Redpaw finally told Buzzardpaw that she didn't need her now that she had Brightpaw. Buzzardpaw just brushed it off with a harsh comment.
The next day, Redpaw, Brightpaw and Buzzardpaw were no more. Their names were now Buzzardfang, Rednose and Bright-tail, and the tension between the three was obvious, so Creamflower hung around Buzzardfang a lot more than normal, partly to stop her from arguing with Rednose and Bright-tail, but partly because they were friends. That was the way they rolled.
Upon Buzzardfang's sixteenth moon, her mother fell pregnant again, and two moons later she gave birth to two kits: Yellowkit and Greykit, who were obviously named for their pelts. Buzzardfang spent most of her time hoping that they wouldn't end up like her.
Now twenty moons old, Buzzardfang is closer than ever to Creamflower, and constantly arguing with Rednose and Bright-tail.
It's just the way she is.
Roleplay example:
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Other:
Umm... I'm not sure if she's an Anti-Sue. She might be, but I honestly don't know... Since she was written when I was on the Sigh end of things, I guess she is...
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