Post by morningstar on Aug 25, 2015 9:55:07 GMT -5
| morningstar | | riverclan |
| she-cat | | forty-eight moons | | leader |
Morningstar, named for the pale splashes of grey and cream covering an eggshell white base-coat that reminded her mother so much of the early morning sky just as the sun began to rise from the skyline. This pelt is thick-furred and medium in length. It is thickest and longest on her long tail, while shortest on her legs and face. The rest of her body is covered in a thick layer of medium length fur that is a great help to her in the coolest moons of the year. However, can be somewhat bothersome when the hotter seasons come. This blanket of fur is covering a somewhat small body, one that is shorter than the average she-cat in any clan. She is a stout cat, with broad shoulders, muscular legs, and shoulders, making her a powerful cat despite her short stature.
Morningstar's face may very well be her most notable and intriguing features. The stout she-cats face is oval shaped and broad, with tufted ears set high on her head that have long feathered fur protruding from her dusty pink ears. Her eyes are round and wide yet not particularly large compared to the rest of her face. They are a dark shade of amber that may at times shine red when in the proper light. And yet, her striking eyes are not what set her apart from many of her clanmates or simply other cats. What does set her apart is her nose, small and light pink in color, in the center of a broad, flattened muzzle, which is pushed upwards on her face, giving her a deeper stop than most cats have. Her chin itself is large, as if it's pushing up the rest of her face and upper part of her muzzle.
From the outside, there appears to be very little wrong with Morningstar. Her only real issue is that her broad, flattened face makes it very hard for Morningstar to track or easily distinguish different scents, and can easily overlook a scene that may be much more obvious to a cat with a properly lengthen face. This issue is also prominent in greenleaf when the weather is particularly hot and humid. It then becomes hard for Morningstar to breath, causing her to wheeze and run out of breath quickly. Of course, this problem is not as much an issue in cool months when the air is crisp and easy to absorb. Other than that, Morningstar appears to be close to perfection. Her thick pelt covers many of the small scars that are scattered across her body from small border skirmishes, battles, or training exercising that had gotten a little too rough.
Morningstar's face may very well be her most notable and intriguing features. The stout she-cats face is oval shaped and broad, with tufted ears set high on her head that have long feathered fur protruding from her dusty pink ears. Her eyes are round and wide yet not particularly large compared to the rest of her face. They are a dark shade of amber that may at times shine red when in the proper light. And yet, her striking eyes are not what set her apart from many of her clanmates or simply other cats. What does set her apart is her nose, small and light pink in color, in the center of a broad, flattened muzzle, which is pushed upwards on her face, giving her a deeper stop than most cats have. Her chin itself is large, as if it's pushing up the rest of her face and upper part of her muzzle.
From the outside, there appears to be very little wrong with Morningstar. Her only real issue is that her broad, flattened face makes it very hard for Morningstar to track or easily distinguish different scents, and can easily overlook a scene that may be much more obvious to a cat with a properly lengthen face. This issue is also prominent in greenleaf when the weather is particularly hot and humid. It then becomes hard for Morningstar to breath, causing her to wheeze and run out of breath quickly. Of course, this problem is not as much an issue in cool months when the air is crisp and easy to absorb. Other than that, Morningstar appears to be close to perfection. Her thick pelt covers many of the small scars that are scattered across her body from small border skirmishes, battles, or training exercising that had gotten a little too rough.
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This she-cat is not a particularly skilled warrior. She is a decent hunter, able to hold her own, bringing back just around the average for any particular warrior, and while her battle skills are not those of legend, she is able to hold her own. Morningstar has learned to use her apparent small size to fool those she faces in battle into thinking she is weak, while in turn using her sturdy legs and thorn-sharp claws to overpower those who may be skinny and not as powerful. Then simply using it to hold her own against stronger cats, and thus using her small size to maneuver under and around them, making herself a small target, and while she is not a cat of legend, she is a worthy opponent of many warriors. She also uses these strong shoulders and sharp claws to aid in climbing, something she is actually found to be rather skilled in climbing, able to quickly haul herself up into trees using strong limbs, and easily holding onto branches as she balances herself in the treetops, whether it be for the purpose of hunting or fighting. As for swimming, Morningstar was not a natural in the least. Her short legs and thick pelt made it had to stay above water, however, she has since grown into a powerful swimmer with powerful legs despite their shortness, and her fur has become rather glossy and water-resistant.
Morningstar is a cat that does not particularly seem to care for others. She is very uninteresting in what other feel or what they are doing. This is especially evident when it comes to the running and issues of other clans, Morningstar would much rather concern herself with the running and wellbeing of her own clan. Unless the wellbeing of RiverClan is directly effected by an issue, Morningstar would much rather ignore it, leaving the other clan to fend for themselves or find help elsewhere. She firmly believes that clans should handle their own issues themselves, and if they are unable to, it is their own fault and they should be able to defend their own. And would almost never suggest going to another clan for help, for if they did, Morningstar would feel as if she owned them something, a feeling that the she-cat never wishes to have.
Morningstar tends to rely much more on logic and facts more than she does emotions. This may have something to do with the fact that she is very bad at dealing with her own emotions, and even worse at handling those exhibited by others. And while she isn't unfeeling to others plight, she simply doesn't know how handle it. Treating many with apathy other than hearty compassion. At times, she may even seem downright cold to those seeking a shoulder to cry on, but not because she doesn't care, but because she has no idea how to handle emotions. Much of this is due to her own unrelenting desire to show as little emotion or weakness as possible, hiding it all away and bottling every emotion she had up whenever she finds herself broken or hurting. Once again believing that one should handle themselves instead of relying on others to aid them in times of trouble in ones life.
This she-cat is not a particularly skilled warrior. She is a decent hunter, able to hold her own, bringing back just around the average for any particular warrior, and while her battle skills are not those of legend, she is able to hold her own. Morningstar has learned to use her apparent small size to fool those she faces in battle into thinking she is weak, while in turn using her sturdy legs and thorn-sharp claws to overpower those who may be skinny and not as powerful. Then simply using it to hold her own against stronger cats, and thus using her small size to maneuver under and around them, making herself a small target, and while she is not a cat of legend, she is a worthy opponent of many warriors. She also uses these strong shoulders and sharp claws to aid in climbing, something she is actually found to be rather skilled in climbing, able to quickly haul herself up into trees using strong limbs, and easily holding onto branches as she balances herself in the treetops, whether it be for the purpose of hunting or fighting. As for swimming, Morningstar was not a natural in the least. Her short legs and thick pelt made it had to stay above water, however, she has since grown into a powerful swimmer with powerful legs despite their shortness, and her fur has become rather glossy and water-resistant.
Morningstar is a cat that does not particularly seem to care for others. She is very uninteresting in what other feel or what they are doing. This is especially evident when it comes to the running and issues of other clans, Morningstar would much rather concern herself with the running and wellbeing of her own clan. Unless the wellbeing of RiverClan is directly effected by an issue, Morningstar would much rather ignore it, leaving the other clan to fend for themselves or find help elsewhere. She firmly believes that clans should handle their own issues themselves, and if they are unable to, it is their own fault and they should be able to defend their own. And would almost never suggest going to another clan for help, for if they did, Morningstar would feel as if she owned them something, a feeling that the she-cat never wishes to have.
Morningstar tends to rely much more on logic and facts more than she does emotions. This may have something to do with the fact that she is very bad at dealing with her own emotions, and even worse at handling those exhibited by others. And while she isn't unfeeling to others plight, she simply doesn't know how handle it. Treating many with apathy other than hearty compassion. At times, she may even seem downright cold to those seeking a shoulder to cry on, but not because she doesn't care, but because she has no idea how to handle emotions. Much of this is due to her own unrelenting desire to show as little emotion or weakness as possible, hiding it all away and bottling every emotion she had up whenever she finds herself broken or hurting. Once again believing that one should handle themselves instead of relying on others to aid them in times of trouble in ones life.
Morningfur was born into RiverClan just like many of her clanmates. Her parents were loyal warriors who seemed to be mated, not because they particularly loved each other, but because they saw it as their duty to provide the clan with strong offspring that would one day serve their clan as strong warriors. For her mother felt it was a she-cats duty to her clan to provide them with at least one litter of strong, healthy kits. This did not necessarily mean that they did not love their kits as much as any other mother and father would, it simply meant that they were not in love, and never gave their kits the opportunity to see what two cats who were truly in love looked like.
Morningkit had only one sibling, a brother by the name of Nightkit. They were named both for the color of their pelt, but also the time they were born. Nightkit being born when the sky was still black with night, and Morningkit some time later as the sun just began to rise above the skyline, covering the sky in an ocean of color, all of which were represented on her pale tortie pelt. While in the nursery, Morningkit and Nightkit spent very little time with others, causing trouble with one another rather than other kits that may have been in the nursery at the time. They snuck out of camp, lead by Morningkit of course, in search of prey, enemy patrols, you name it. It almost got to the point where their apprentice ceremony was to be delayed due to their constant lack of following the rules. Luckily, they were able to restrain themselves just long enough to receive their apprentice names and finally be allowed to leave camp.
As an apprentice, Morningpaw was given to an older warrior who had trained many past apprentices. She was eager to learn and become a great warrior, despite the fact that she was not naturally an amazing hunger or fighter. However, at times she would fight with the cat in charge of her training, thinking she found better ways to preform battle moves or hunting techniques and insisting that they were better, refusing to do it how her mentor insisted it was meant to be done. Very rarely did she get her way, but there were a few times the stubborn young cat did manage to persuade her mentor into seeing it her way.
Finally, Morningpaw gained her warrior name alongside her brother. While she trained hard and became a warrior her clan could depend on, she did not show any extraordinary skill in either fighting or hunting, and was so named Morningfur. She continued on with her warrior hood, focusing on the needs of her clan more than that of herself.
Several moons after becoming a warrior, Morningfur grew a close relationship with a slightly older warrior by the name of Ruddclaw. Normally, she didn't would have grown close to someone, but there was something about this tom that intrigued her. IT took a moon before Morningfur realized that she was pregnant. It wasn't something she had wanted to happen so soon after becoming a warrior, but she reluctantly accepted it, taking it as her responsibility to provide RiverClan with new, healthy warriors.
The birth of her kits was easy, two healthy young kits, a tom and a she-cat by the named of Flykit and Ivykit, respectively. Although Morningfur hadn't been thrilled about being a mother, maternal instincts quickly kicked in and Morningfur loved her kits, and knew she would protect them tooth and claw if she had to. Ruddclaw spent a lot of time in the nursery, helping Morningfur with the kits.And although Morningfur longed for her warrior duties to be returned to her, the small she-cat always swelled with pride when she watched her kits play outside the nursery, practicing their warrior skills.
As her kits grew older, Morningfur felt the pull of warrior life even harder, and felt she would grow crazy if she stayed in camp one more moment. She approached Ruddclaw, asking him if he would watch the kits in order for her to leave camp and get some fresh air. Ruddclaw, busy doing other things, didn't hear Morningfur, and only nodded, saying yes, even though he had no idea what she had said. Taking it as a signal he would watch the kits, Morningfur left camp, leaving the kits unattended.
It wasn't long before Flykit and Ivykit seized the opportunity and snuck out of camp, making their way to the river in order to practice their swimming. Ivykit was the first to jump in, but with the current too strong for her small body, she was swept away by the tide. Flykit became frantic, and slipped in, becoming swept away with his sister. Unable to hold themselves above the water, they drowned, only to be washed up on the riverbank further down the river. They were later found by a patrol and taken back to camp.
Morningfur was distraught, furious with Ruddclaw for not watching the kits. She was on a rampage and tore into anyone who tried to reason with her. Ruddclaw only made things worse, saying it was her fault for not telling him to watch the kits. They argued and many thought they might attack each other in the center of camp. It took time, but they were finally dragged apart, Ruddclaw taken to the warriors den while Morningfur slept in camp by the soggy bodies of her kits.
For almost a moon, Morningfur was angry with anyone she saw, spending most of her time outside of camp either hunting or swimming. She finally became less angry, and began dealing with the loss of her kits, of course she still blamed Ruddclaw for what happened, while Ruddclaw continued to blame her.
Eventually, Morningfur became tolerable of others, but continued to be sharp-tongued and intolerable of many cats, but she worked hard in her warrior duties, and although many were reluctant to interact with her, they respected her for how committed she was to the clan.
Ryestar was a great leader, but he was, at times, greedy. Convinced that RiverClan needed more land, he set up a plan that would take land from ThunderClan. He sent his deputy, Nettlefang to lead the patrol, along with Morningfur and several other warriors. At first, the patrol was going smoothly, they reset the borders, but they were soon ambushed by a patrol of ThunderClan warriors. Nettlefang was slain, and it seemed that the patrol froze, unable to think without their deputy. Morningfur swiftly took command, urging the warriors onward, while she sheltered the body of the fallen deputy under a bush, wishing him a peaceful journey to StarClan, and promising that his death wouldn't be for nothing, that they would win the land. They did.
The group of RiverClanners soon managed to drive the THunderClan patrol back into the forest and won the land, quickly remembering the death of their deputy.
They all turned to Morningfur, remembering how she had taken command of them. Morningfur ordered the two largest warriors to carry the body of Nettlefang, before she lead the patrol back to camp. She entered first, padding up to Ryestar and explaining what had happened to his deputy and how they had won the land.
Catching wind of how Morningfur had taken control of the patrol, Ryestar named her deputy, feeling that although she was not the most popular warrior, she had what it took to be a great leader, and hoping that he could take her under his wing and make her into a great leader that he would be proud to have follow him, because he had to admit, he couldn't live forever, and while on his last life, he knew it could happen soon.
Morningfur was deputy for eight moons, learning what it took to lead, and growing into a brilliant deputy, becoming a strategics cat, able to easily plan and execute anything she had to. Unfortunately, Ryestar caught white-cough, becoming weak and unable to leave his den. The night before he died, Ryestar called Morningfur to his den, telling her that he knew tonight was his last night, that he was too weak to survive any longer. Morningfur didn't want to believe that he would die, she had grown close with the old leader and could feel her heart aching at the thought of his death.
That night, Ryestar died, and Morningfur became leader. She then left and received her nine lives, along with the name Morningstar to signify her place as leader.
Morningkit had only one sibling, a brother by the name of Nightkit. They were named both for the color of their pelt, but also the time they were born. Nightkit being born when the sky was still black with night, and Morningkit some time later as the sun just began to rise above the skyline, covering the sky in an ocean of color, all of which were represented on her pale tortie pelt. While in the nursery, Morningkit and Nightkit spent very little time with others, causing trouble with one another rather than other kits that may have been in the nursery at the time. They snuck out of camp, lead by Morningkit of course, in search of prey, enemy patrols, you name it. It almost got to the point where their apprentice ceremony was to be delayed due to their constant lack of following the rules. Luckily, they were able to restrain themselves just long enough to receive their apprentice names and finally be allowed to leave camp.
As an apprentice, Morningpaw was given to an older warrior who had trained many past apprentices. She was eager to learn and become a great warrior, despite the fact that she was not naturally an amazing hunger or fighter. However, at times she would fight with the cat in charge of her training, thinking she found better ways to preform battle moves or hunting techniques and insisting that they were better, refusing to do it how her mentor insisted it was meant to be done. Very rarely did she get her way, but there were a few times the stubborn young cat did manage to persuade her mentor into seeing it her way.
Finally, Morningpaw gained her warrior name alongside her brother. While she trained hard and became a warrior her clan could depend on, she did not show any extraordinary skill in either fighting or hunting, and was so named Morningfur. She continued on with her warrior hood, focusing on the needs of her clan more than that of herself.
Several moons after becoming a warrior, Morningfur grew a close relationship with a slightly older warrior by the name of Ruddclaw. Normally, she didn't would have grown close to someone, but there was something about this tom that intrigued her. IT took a moon before Morningfur realized that she was pregnant. It wasn't something she had wanted to happen so soon after becoming a warrior, but she reluctantly accepted it, taking it as her responsibility to provide RiverClan with new, healthy warriors.
The birth of her kits was easy, two healthy young kits, a tom and a she-cat by the named of Flykit and Ivykit, respectively. Although Morningfur hadn't been thrilled about being a mother, maternal instincts quickly kicked in and Morningfur loved her kits, and knew she would protect them tooth and claw if she had to. Ruddclaw spent a lot of time in the nursery, helping Morningfur with the kits.And although Morningfur longed for her warrior duties to be returned to her, the small she-cat always swelled with pride when she watched her kits play outside the nursery, practicing their warrior skills.
As her kits grew older, Morningfur felt the pull of warrior life even harder, and felt she would grow crazy if she stayed in camp one more moment. She approached Ruddclaw, asking him if he would watch the kits in order for her to leave camp and get some fresh air. Ruddclaw, busy doing other things, didn't hear Morningfur, and only nodded, saying yes, even though he had no idea what she had said. Taking it as a signal he would watch the kits, Morningfur left camp, leaving the kits unattended.
It wasn't long before Flykit and Ivykit seized the opportunity and snuck out of camp, making their way to the river in order to practice their swimming. Ivykit was the first to jump in, but with the current too strong for her small body, she was swept away by the tide. Flykit became frantic, and slipped in, becoming swept away with his sister. Unable to hold themselves above the water, they drowned, only to be washed up on the riverbank further down the river. They were later found by a patrol and taken back to camp.
Morningfur was distraught, furious with Ruddclaw for not watching the kits. She was on a rampage and tore into anyone who tried to reason with her. Ruddclaw only made things worse, saying it was her fault for not telling him to watch the kits. They argued and many thought they might attack each other in the center of camp. It took time, but they were finally dragged apart, Ruddclaw taken to the warriors den while Morningfur slept in camp by the soggy bodies of her kits.
For almost a moon, Morningfur was angry with anyone she saw, spending most of her time outside of camp either hunting or swimming. She finally became less angry, and began dealing with the loss of her kits, of course she still blamed Ruddclaw for what happened, while Ruddclaw continued to blame her.
Eventually, Morningfur became tolerable of others, but continued to be sharp-tongued and intolerable of many cats, but she worked hard in her warrior duties, and although many were reluctant to interact with her, they respected her for how committed she was to the clan.
Ryestar was a great leader, but he was, at times, greedy. Convinced that RiverClan needed more land, he set up a plan that would take land from ThunderClan. He sent his deputy, Nettlefang to lead the patrol, along with Morningfur and several other warriors. At first, the patrol was going smoothly, they reset the borders, but they were soon ambushed by a patrol of ThunderClan warriors. Nettlefang was slain, and it seemed that the patrol froze, unable to think without their deputy. Morningfur swiftly took command, urging the warriors onward, while she sheltered the body of the fallen deputy under a bush, wishing him a peaceful journey to StarClan, and promising that his death wouldn't be for nothing, that they would win the land. They did.
The group of RiverClanners soon managed to drive the THunderClan patrol back into the forest and won the land, quickly remembering the death of their deputy.
They all turned to Morningfur, remembering how she had taken command of them. Morningfur ordered the two largest warriors to carry the body of Nettlefang, before she lead the patrol back to camp. She entered first, padding up to Ryestar and explaining what had happened to his deputy and how they had won the land.
Catching wind of how Morningfur had taken control of the patrol, Ryestar named her deputy, feeling that although she was not the most popular warrior, she had what it took to be a great leader, and hoping that he could take her under his wing and make her into a great leader that he would be proud to have follow him, because he had to admit, he couldn't live forever, and while on his last life, he knew it could happen soon.
Morningfur was deputy for eight moons, learning what it took to lead, and growing into a brilliant deputy, becoming a strategics cat, able to easily plan and execute anything she had to. Unfortunately, Ryestar caught white-cough, becoming weak and unable to leave his den. The night before he died, Ryestar called Morningfur to his den, telling her that he knew tonight was his last night, that he was too weak to survive any longer. Morningfur didn't want to believe that he would die, she had grown close with the old leader and could feel her heart aching at the thought of his death.
That night, Ryestar died, and Morningfur became leader. She then left and received her nine lives, along with the name Morningstar to signify her place as leader.
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