Post by seawolf on Dec 11, 2012 1:58:09 GMT -5
Minkfoot
Name: Minkfoot
Age: 18 moons
Sex: Female
Appearance:
Minkfoot is a small, solid brown she-cat with a small locket of white on her chest. She has long, brown whiskers and expressive, almond-shaped hazel eyes. Her fur is medium in length, and quite soft, although difficult to maintain in wet seasons like Leafbare. However, its thickness provides some extra warmth, provided she keeps it dry.
*image*
Havana Brown x Domestic Shorthair
(credit for the photograph goes to zi0oto on DeviantArt)
Personality:
Minkfoot tends to be more of an observer than a socializer. Though there are times when she does get up and mingle with her clanmates, she prefers to spend her time alone, and is as curious as any kit. Minkfoot can't wait to dig her paws into something and see what's inside. She is a naive young warrior who is at times blinded by her admiration for someone. Minkfoot dedicates herself wholly to any close relationships she may forge. Once you befriend this cat, you've adopted a second shadow and a trustworthy partner.
History:
A small black she-cat slid through a gap in the cedar fence and ran to the flowering tree where a tall, slender brown tom stood shaded from the moonlight. The lovers spoke in soft whispers, there in the garden, until the moon hung high in the star-speckled sky.
"When will I see you next?" he asked when the pinkish hues of dawn began to show along the horizon.
"Someday, soon," she replied, and touched her muzzle to his. Without another word of goodbye, the molly stole away between the crooked fence posts and ran back to her kin.
Three moons later, Minkkit was born alone beneath the shelter of a rock formation. Nightflower was criticized heavily by some for bearing a kittypet's child, but the others' biting comments did not hinder the molly's confidence in raising the daughter she loved so dearly. Throughout her six moons as a kit, Minkkit was absolutely fawned over by Nightflower. She received high praise for even the simplest of tasks, and when another cat dared to criticize or touch her in any way, Nightflower would become furious.
Minkkit had very few, if any, opportunities to make friends with her peers; and without any siblings to play with, she turned to her mother and sole relationship. Though Minkkit felt fearful of Nightflower when she witnessed the queen's wrath, she very much loved her mother, and imitated her behavior whenever the situation called for it. When she overheard a warrior gossip about Nightflower, Minkkit would bristle her fur and growl.
"You better not be talking about my momma like that anymore," she'd squeak and stomp away.
Unfortunately, Minkkit was not as intimidating as the full-grown black she-cat, and typically left her 'victims' giggling.
The day she was named Minkpaw was a dark day for the inseparable mother and daughter. Days before her ceremony, Nightflower had kicked up a fuss with the leader when he refused to let her mentor Minkkit. Minkkit would have been equally irritated, but by that time, she had begun to long for the company of others besides her much beloved mother. On her last night in the nursery, little Minkkit held up her mother's head.
"I'll be okay, mother," she said to the moping queen. But Nightflower only continued to grumble and fuss over Minkkit's tangled brown pelt, offering no words of encouragement to her nervous daughter.
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Minkpaw sped across the stretch of dirt, kicking up dust as she powered forward. The cold wind in her face pushed her long, brown whiskers back against her cheeks, and as she reached the massive boulder, the apprentice skidded to a stop.
Before she began her 'official' warrior training, Minkpaw never knew how much she loved to run like that. She owed that discovery to her mentor, Rabbitfoot. He was a dusty brown tabby tom with an relaxed and playful disposition. When he wasn't working with Minkpaw on her hunting technique, he was training her speed and stamina; two important and possibly life-saving areas to have strength in.
Minkpaw quickly grew to admire and nearly idolize her mentor. Nightflower saw this when she saw the two speak in camp, and became visibly jealous. At first, the dark-pelted warrior would steal Minkpaw away to converse immediately after she and Rabbitfoot returned from training. But soon, this behavior escalated to the point which Nighflower would purposely stall Minkpaw to make her late for training, and even tell Rabbitfoot personally that her daughter was too sick to train that week. Though Minkpaw knew her mother was wrong in doing these things, the apprentice had no choice but to forgive Nightflower - the only one who seemed to really love her. (In a twisted, hover-parent sort of way..)
"I think you should avoid Nightflower for a a while," said Rabbitfoot one day on the way back from a training with Minkpaw. "She'll hold back your warrior ceremony if she keeps acting the way she has been."
"She just feels lonely," Minkpaw replied, and looked up towards her mentor. "Mother wouldn't keep me from becoming a warrior for anything."
Rabbitfoot shook his head. "I just think it's for the best," he said sympathetically. "It's not your job to take care of her. It'll be good for both of you, I promise."
The little brown molly reluctantly agreed, and from then on, she began deliberately avoiding Nightflower at all costs. When she called, Minkpaw pretended not to hear. When she came up to 'catch up' with her, the apprentice excused herself to go hunting with Rabbitfoot. This exhausting cycle went on for two full moons until the day Nightflower fell mortally ill and died in the medicine den the night before Minkpaw's warrior ceremony.
Though grief-stricken by the loss of her beloved mother, Minkpaw felt a certain level of freedom from Nightflower's clutches the morning after her vigil. She eagerly accepted the name 'Minkfoot' that afternoon as one large step towards independence.
Name: Minkfoot
Age: 18 moons
Sex: Female
Appearance:
Minkfoot is a small, solid brown she-cat with a small locket of white on her chest. She has long, brown whiskers and expressive, almond-shaped hazel eyes. Her fur is medium in length, and quite soft, although difficult to maintain in wet seasons like Leafbare. However, its thickness provides some extra warmth, provided she keeps it dry.
*image*
Havana Brown x Domestic Shorthair
(credit for the photograph goes to zi0oto on DeviantArt)
Personality:
Minkfoot tends to be more of an observer than a socializer. Though there are times when she does get up and mingle with her clanmates, she prefers to spend her time alone, and is as curious as any kit. Minkfoot can't wait to dig her paws into something and see what's inside. She is a naive young warrior who is at times blinded by her admiration for someone. Minkfoot dedicates herself wholly to any close relationships she may forge. Once you befriend this cat, you've adopted a second shadow and a trustworthy partner.
History:
A small black she-cat slid through a gap in the cedar fence and ran to the flowering tree where a tall, slender brown tom stood shaded from the moonlight. The lovers spoke in soft whispers, there in the garden, until the moon hung high in the star-speckled sky.
"When will I see you next?" he asked when the pinkish hues of dawn began to show along the horizon.
"Someday, soon," she replied, and touched her muzzle to his. Without another word of goodbye, the molly stole away between the crooked fence posts and ran back to her kin.
Three moons later, Minkkit was born alone beneath the shelter of a rock formation. Nightflower was criticized heavily by some for bearing a kittypet's child, but the others' biting comments did not hinder the molly's confidence in raising the daughter she loved so dearly. Throughout her six moons as a kit, Minkkit was absolutely fawned over by Nightflower. She received high praise for even the simplest of tasks, and when another cat dared to criticize or touch her in any way, Nightflower would become furious.
Minkkit had very few, if any, opportunities to make friends with her peers; and without any siblings to play with, she turned to her mother and sole relationship. Though Minkkit felt fearful of Nightflower when she witnessed the queen's wrath, she very much loved her mother, and imitated her behavior whenever the situation called for it. When she overheard a warrior gossip about Nightflower, Minkkit would bristle her fur and growl.
"You better not be talking about my momma like that anymore," she'd squeak and stomp away.
Unfortunately, Minkkit was not as intimidating as the full-grown black she-cat, and typically left her 'victims' giggling.
The day she was named Minkpaw was a dark day for the inseparable mother and daughter. Days before her ceremony, Nightflower had kicked up a fuss with the leader when he refused to let her mentor Minkkit. Minkkit would have been equally irritated, but by that time, she had begun to long for the company of others besides her much beloved mother. On her last night in the nursery, little Minkkit held up her mother's head.
"I'll be okay, mother," she said to the moping queen. But Nightflower only continued to grumble and fuss over Minkkit's tangled brown pelt, offering no words of encouragement to her nervous daughter.
---
Minkpaw sped across the stretch of dirt, kicking up dust as she powered forward. The cold wind in her face pushed her long, brown whiskers back against her cheeks, and as she reached the massive boulder, the apprentice skidded to a stop.
Before she began her 'official' warrior training, Minkpaw never knew how much she loved to run like that. She owed that discovery to her mentor, Rabbitfoot. He was a dusty brown tabby tom with an relaxed and playful disposition. When he wasn't working with Minkpaw on her hunting technique, he was training her speed and stamina; two important and possibly life-saving areas to have strength in.
Minkpaw quickly grew to admire and nearly idolize her mentor. Nightflower saw this when she saw the two speak in camp, and became visibly jealous. At first, the dark-pelted warrior would steal Minkpaw away to converse immediately after she and Rabbitfoot returned from training. But soon, this behavior escalated to the point which Nighflower would purposely stall Minkpaw to make her late for training, and even tell Rabbitfoot personally that her daughter was too sick to train that week. Though Minkpaw knew her mother was wrong in doing these things, the apprentice had no choice but to forgive Nightflower - the only one who seemed to really love her. (In a twisted, hover-parent sort of way..)
"I think you should avoid Nightflower for a a while," said Rabbitfoot one day on the way back from a training with Minkpaw. "She'll hold back your warrior ceremony if she keeps acting the way she has been."
"She just feels lonely," Minkpaw replied, and looked up towards her mentor. "Mother wouldn't keep me from becoming a warrior for anything."
Rabbitfoot shook his head. "I just think it's for the best," he said sympathetically. "It's not your job to take care of her. It'll be good for both of you, I promise."
The little brown molly reluctantly agreed, and from then on, she began deliberately avoiding Nightflower at all costs. When she called, Minkpaw pretended not to hear. When she came up to 'catch up' with her, the apprentice excused herself to go hunting with Rabbitfoot. This exhausting cycle went on for two full moons until the day Nightflower fell mortally ill and died in the medicine den the night before Minkpaw's warrior ceremony.
Though grief-stricken by the loss of her beloved mother, Minkpaw felt a certain level of freedom from Nightflower's clutches the morning after her vigil. She eagerly accepted the name 'Minkfoot' that afternoon as one large step towards independence.
