Post by Hemlockfang on Sept 2, 2015 8:01:54 GMT -5
| Hemlockfang | | Riverclan |
| she-cat | | 37 moons | | warrior |
There's a particular beauty in something that is pristine white. Snow for instance, is incredibly beautiful if it is undisturbed. While many might think that Hemlockfang holds that beauty of pristine snow, in reality, she doesn't. Her white, medium length coat is often a little stained, especially around her paws, and the longest ends of her belly fur. This happens despite the fact that she honestly tries to keep her annoyingly light coat in decent condition. Her eyes are hazel in color, the sight in her right eye being just a bit blurry, which her mother said would probably get worse once she began to enter the moons of which she would be considered an elder. Scars lay in mostly random places along her body, hidden by her thick coat. Her voice is light, and very soft in tone, a sound that is the complete opposite of her personality. Her gait is usually a quick paced trot, rarely does the she-cat actually walk at a leisurely pace.
[ opinionated x sarcastic x blunt x boisterous x hostile x loyal x fearful of love x tomboyish ]
Opinions are something that everyone has, the difference is whether or not they state them openly. Hemlockfang is a she-cat who's going to state her opinion, regardless of whether or not it's wanted... And, usually, it's not much of a wanted thing, especially when they have a particular knack for opening mouth, and inserting their entire lower body like Hemlockfang does. What this means is, is that Hemlockfang often makes herself look like an insufferable asshole, without really meaning too.
The constant tone of sarcasm that touches her voice doesn't help make the fact that she's an extremely opinionated she-cat, who usually doesn't realize that sometimes you just shouldn't state your opinions. Just as everyone knows the opinionated arsehole, everyone also knows the individual who you have to take what they say with a grain of sand, especially if you're not too acquainted with the 'language' of sarcasm. Hemlockfang is an unintentionally sarcastic cat, nine times out of ten, and the tenth time you're never quite sure, simply because of how her voice falls from her mouth, despite the quiet, soft tones that she speaks in.
Bluntness is an art form that she is also very talented in. Hemlockfang tends to be the one who will state things as they are, even if you don't quite know if she's really saying that or not. Regardless, she's the cat to go too if you need someone to state something without an real regards for how the words might impact another. "You know, she's just not that into you, get your head out of your backside, and move on, accept that it's not going to happen," is something that you're fairly likely to hear her say to a particularly pesky tom who just doesn't get the hint that his advances have no intentions of being reciprocated. Unbeknownst to her though, most don't quite appreciate this method of 'communication.' Granted, this is perhaps a product of her upbringing, with an absent mother, and a harsh, gruff father who hardly said a kind word to her, or her two brothers.
Hemlockfang is a hyper, high energy individual. Growing up with two brothers, she learned that rowdy was how she was expected to behave, as a kit. She never quite grew out of this, and is still a rough, and rowdy individual, who's noisy and energetic. It's perhaps a combination of her upbringing, and simply how she is as an individual that makes her 'this' particular type of cat. Love it or hate it, it's simply how Hemlockfang is, for the time being. She's also a highly defensive she-cat, that responds to many a thing with unintended hostility, and it's possibly the fact that she's a blunt, sarcastic asshole, but regardless, 'hostile' is a word that many use to describe the white-furred she-cat in her entirety.
Despite this, she's loyal to her clan, and loyal until death. And this is perhaps the only thing that she'll ever commit too, because a small fact that no one quite knows about her is that she's terrified of love. This fear comes from what she knows that 'love' did to her father: it turned a gentle, loving tom cat into a hateful, highly aggressive individual, and in her mind, love equates to change, which, perhaps is what the she-cat is really fearful of, rather than love itself. Though, that doesn't mean she's going to give anyone the chance to fall in love with her: Hemlockfang has a particular skill of turning many tomcats off of her rather feminine looks, with being the complete opposite of what her appearance might lead someone to assume about her.
On that note, don't be fooled by her white coat, soft voice, and gentle, feminine outwardly appearance: the outside isn't a mirror to the inside, and in the case of Hemlockfang, she'd much prefer to do anything but what her appearance might suggest about her. She's a tomboyish she-cat, through in through, and would honestly dye her coat brown with mud, if given enough time to do so, without the opportunity for her after-dinner grooming. There's an important lesson to learn with Hemlockfang: don't judge a book by it's cover, because what's outside is almost certainly not what's on the inside. Unless it's a romance novel, in that case, just avoid that shit all together.
"What do you mean you don't love me?" The words that he'd heard his mate say had snapped Falconwing's heart in half. "Exactly what I said, Falconwing. I. Don't. Love. You. And I don't love these kits that you put in me." Darkfeather had stated dryly, before walking away. The brown-grey tabby watched the black furred she-cat walk away, her figure stiff with little more than pure hatred, for him, and the kits that he'd fathered with her. He'd loved her, more than anything, more than life itself, but yet... She'd basically thrown him to the wayside, after he'd gotten her pregnant with kits that she'd repeatedly said that she didn't want, only moments after having seduced him.
Was that all he'd been to her?
A toy?
It seemed so...
Three kittens were born only a couple weeks later, and taken care of by a mother that hated them only until they could feed them selves on prey provided by the other queens of the nursery. Falconwing loved his kits, but he looked at one, Hemlock-kit, and saw within her face the features of her mother, the two looking almost identical aside from one key feature: the colors of their fur. The looks, the eyes, the behaviors, they were the same though. His sons though, were much like himself, and that he was thankful for, but, he couldn't bring himself to treat only one differently, so... Falconwing found himself treating all three kits with a rough, harsh behavior, leaving them to the queens in the nursery for the most part, visiting only a couple a times a moon, to see how they were doing... Even if these few times were perhaps begrudgingly done, since, he didn't want to gaze upon the little monstrosity that looked so much like her mother.
Hemlock-kit understood very little of the situation of her parents, and knew that her mother only looked at her with a cold gaze, and often hissed at her, and her brothers "don't you see I don't care? Leave me be, little parasites." Her father seemed to tolerate her much more, but still, his demeanor towards her was cold, as if he were holding her at an arm's length, unable to look at her with the hidden love that he looked at her brothers with. She didn't understand these events of her kithood, but, she knew that they weren't... Normal, but despite that, she tried to be happy with the love that the three siblings shared with each other, which, the young Hemlock-kit said made up for the treatment that their parents gave them. Her brothers, Molekit and Juniperkit were her family, not Falconwing and Darkfeather. They were simply... Donators.
As an apprentice, Hemlockpaw had been placed with a cat almost as hateful and miserable as her father, a brooding she-cat named Brackenthorn, who, unbeknownst to a young Hemlockpaw had loved Falconwing, and had had her heart broken when the young tom had chosen to pursue Darkfeather rather than her. it seemed Hemlockpaw simply couldn't get away from cats that were connected to her feuding parents, even if she wasn't quite aware of the connection that they had to the whole situation. Though, Brakenthorn had the mind not to put her position in the eyes of others in danger, and trained the young apprentice hard... Perhaps harder than she should have, making it a point to perhaps punish the young she-cat for something that she had no control over.
She, and her brothers received their warrior names upon the same day: Hemlockfang, Molenose, and Junipercloud. The three were ecstatic, and despite their closeness all through their kithoods, apprenticeships, and the earlier part of their paths as warriors, the young cats slowly drifted apart... Her brothers both obtained mates, even Junipercloud who had an affinity for other tom-cats managed to find love, while Hemlockfang stood alone in her life. Whether it was by choice, fear, or because she was simply almost insufferable in one-on-one situations to most cats, is unclear, but the white pelted she-cat doesn't have complaints about the situation, nor does she really state anything on the situation with her family tree. As far as she concerned now, she doesn't have a family of blood relatives, rather the clan themselves are her family, minus.. A 'few.'
Was that all he'd been to her?
A toy?
It seemed so...
Three kittens were born only a couple weeks later, and taken care of by a mother that hated them only until they could feed them selves on prey provided by the other queens of the nursery. Falconwing loved his kits, but he looked at one, Hemlock-kit, and saw within her face the features of her mother, the two looking almost identical aside from one key feature: the colors of their fur. The looks, the eyes, the behaviors, they were the same though. His sons though, were much like himself, and that he was thankful for, but, he couldn't bring himself to treat only one differently, so... Falconwing found himself treating all three kits with a rough, harsh behavior, leaving them to the queens in the nursery for the most part, visiting only a couple a times a moon, to see how they were doing... Even if these few times were perhaps begrudgingly done, since, he didn't want to gaze upon the little monstrosity that looked so much like her mother.
Hemlock-kit understood very little of the situation of her parents, and knew that her mother only looked at her with a cold gaze, and often hissed at her, and her brothers "don't you see I don't care? Leave me be, little parasites." Her father seemed to tolerate her much more, but still, his demeanor towards her was cold, as if he were holding her at an arm's length, unable to look at her with the hidden love that he looked at her brothers with. She didn't understand these events of her kithood, but, she knew that they weren't... Normal, but despite that, she tried to be happy with the love that the three siblings shared with each other, which, the young Hemlock-kit said made up for the treatment that their parents gave them. Her brothers, Molekit and Juniperkit were her family, not Falconwing and Darkfeather. They were simply... Donators.
As an apprentice, Hemlockpaw had been placed with a cat almost as hateful and miserable as her father, a brooding she-cat named Brackenthorn, who, unbeknownst to a young Hemlockpaw had loved Falconwing, and had had her heart broken when the young tom had chosen to pursue Darkfeather rather than her. it seemed Hemlockpaw simply couldn't get away from cats that were connected to her feuding parents, even if she wasn't quite aware of the connection that they had to the whole situation. Though, Brakenthorn had the mind not to put her position in the eyes of others in danger, and trained the young apprentice hard... Perhaps harder than she should have, making it a point to perhaps punish the young she-cat for something that she had no control over.
She, and her brothers received their warrior names upon the same day: Hemlockfang, Molenose, and Junipercloud. The three were ecstatic, and despite their closeness all through their kithoods, apprenticeships, and the earlier part of their paths as warriors, the young cats slowly drifted apart... Her brothers both obtained mates, even Junipercloud who had an affinity for other tom-cats managed to find love, while Hemlockfang stood alone in her life. Whether it was by choice, fear, or because she was simply almost insufferable in one-on-one situations to most cats, is unclear, but the white pelted she-cat doesn't have complaints about the situation, nor does she really state anything on the situation with her family tree. As far as she concerned now, she doesn't have a family of blood relatives, rather the clan themselves are her family, minus.. A 'few.'
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