Post by Mistystar on Dec 9, 2012 18:48:58 GMT -5
Name: Marigoldfur
Age (in moons): 14 moons
Gender: Molly
Allegiance: PineClan
Rank: Queen
Appearance: Marigoldfur is an average cream-ginger female. She is of a normal size and average build. She has light yellow eyes and a thin tail and pointy ears. Her paws and chin are lightly dappled with white. Overall, she considers herself to be quite unattractive and plain, though anyone on the outside would say that she looked just fine.
Personality: Marigoldfur is shy and insecure. She is constantly looking for praise and affection, and tries much too hard to please everyone. She thinks poorly of herself as she has no apparent skills and is not beautiful or handsome, and her personality is lacking. She is kindhearted to a fault, often giving up so much of her time and energy that she has none left over for herself. She often worries about her future, especially now that she is expecting kits.
History: Marigoldkit was born to a rather inattentive mother and an absent father, and often had to do or say something extremely cute to get her mother to pay attention to her. Her apprenticeship couldn't come fast enough. Marigoldpaw worked hard to make her mentor proud, but it became apparent after the first two moons that her goal would have to be simply passing her assignment. She did well enough, and was given the name Marigoldfur as a warrior.
Marigoldfur felt herself envying every cat around her. If she couldn't be pretty, smart, or skilled, then what good was she? She felt hopeless and useless, often dragging her paws when she went on patrols and hunting with her head in the clouds, swept up by self-pity and self-hatred.
Then along came Luther.
One day, Marigoldfur decided that she would run away from the Clan life that she hated. Without telling anyone, she went off by the border. Only slightly intimidated by the huge white fences, Marigoldfur jumped into a Twoleg's garden. That Twoleg happened to have a huge brown and white dog, and it chased her out of the garden. Marigoldfur kept running and running until she found herself lost in the middle of the Twolegplace.
"You lost, princess?" a cat mewed with a sneer, and Marigoldfur turned her head and saw a dark gray tom with a scarred muzzle. "Aw, look at the little baby," the tom crooned. "Where you goin', huh?"
Marigoldfur felt herself lower to the ground in fear, her claws scraping against the harsh concrete. "I-I'm running away from my Clan."
"Clan? What's a Clan? Did frickin' Steak Knife start callin' his loons a Clan or somethin'?"
Marigoldfur shook her head and explained what Clans were, where she had come from, and why her name was so strange. To her surprise, this tough street cat was actually listening to her with rapt attention.
"Very interestin', babe," he said. "But, listen ta me - if yous guys gots it as bad as you say, ain't they gonna miss a set a paws?"
"Not mine," she grumbled. "I'm useless. I'm dumb, stupid, and ugly - they don't want me."
"Now who told ya somethin' crazy like that? Did any a those jerks actually say that to ya? Tell 'em Uncle Luther's got anotha t'ing comin' for 'em if they did." For emphasis, he lifted his paw and extended his long, sharp claws.
"W-well, no, no one actually said that..."
"So yous been tellin' yaself all this nasty crap? Ree-diculous. 'Ere, lemme get Wrench an' screw and we'll walk ya home, all right? This ain't no place for cats like you."
"Cats like me? What do you mean? I-I can hunt, I can fight - well, a little, anyway..."
"Don't be dumb, gorgeous - this place is worse then that forest a yours. We gots dogs, we gots 'coons, we gots humans and cars and worst a all, we gots the other gangs. Yous guys gots the elements an' all but yous ain't at each otha's throats like we is."
Marigoldfur might have heard that last bit, but her head stopped at the word "gorgeous." She repeated it over and over in her head, even as the three tough cats walked her back to PineClan territory. She and Luther kept meeting up, and eventually the young molly had found herself head over tail for him. She figured he didn't feel that way back, that he might have just been using her for entertainment - but she told herself that she didn't care, that any cat who paid attention to her the way he did was worth it.
She hasn't seen him in a while, but she knew at least for a moon that nothing had happened to him - he promised her that if anything bad ever happened, he would send one of his "goons" to find her. But, being restricted to the nursery and close to kitting can put a damper on those plans, as she forbade him to let them travel into PineClan territory. She doesn't know what's ahead for her, or if her kits will survive, or if her secret will be out that their father isn't Clanborn - but right now, she just has to keep them from getting sick.
Age (in moons): 14 moons
Gender: Molly
Allegiance: PineClan
Rank: Queen
Appearance: Marigoldfur is an average cream-ginger female. She is of a normal size and average build. She has light yellow eyes and a thin tail and pointy ears. Her paws and chin are lightly dappled with white. Overall, she considers herself to be quite unattractive and plain, though anyone on the outside would say that she looked just fine.
Personality: Marigoldfur is shy and insecure. She is constantly looking for praise and affection, and tries much too hard to please everyone. She thinks poorly of herself as she has no apparent skills and is not beautiful or handsome, and her personality is lacking. She is kindhearted to a fault, often giving up so much of her time and energy that she has none left over for herself. She often worries about her future, especially now that she is expecting kits.
History: Marigoldkit was born to a rather inattentive mother and an absent father, and often had to do or say something extremely cute to get her mother to pay attention to her. Her apprenticeship couldn't come fast enough. Marigoldpaw worked hard to make her mentor proud, but it became apparent after the first two moons that her goal would have to be simply passing her assignment. She did well enough, and was given the name Marigoldfur as a warrior.
Marigoldfur felt herself envying every cat around her. If she couldn't be pretty, smart, or skilled, then what good was she? She felt hopeless and useless, often dragging her paws when she went on patrols and hunting with her head in the clouds, swept up by self-pity and self-hatred.
Then along came Luther.
One day, Marigoldfur decided that she would run away from the Clan life that she hated. Without telling anyone, she went off by the border. Only slightly intimidated by the huge white fences, Marigoldfur jumped into a Twoleg's garden. That Twoleg happened to have a huge brown and white dog, and it chased her out of the garden. Marigoldfur kept running and running until she found herself lost in the middle of the Twolegplace.
"You lost, princess?" a cat mewed with a sneer, and Marigoldfur turned her head and saw a dark gray tom with a scarred muzzle. "Aw, look at the little baby," the tom crooned. "Where you goin', huh?"
Marigoldfur felt herself lower to the ground in fear, her claws scraping against the harsh concrete. "I-I'm running away from my Clan."
"Clan? What's a Clan? Did frickin' Steak Knife start callin' his loons a Clan or somethin'?"
Marigoldfur shook her head and explained what Clans were, where she had come from, and why her name was so strange. To her surprise, this tough street cat was actually listening to her with rapt attention.
"Very interestin', babe," he said. "But, listen ta me - if yous guys gots it as bad as you say, ain't they gonna miss a set a paws?"
"Not mine," she grumbled. "I'm useless. I'm dumb, stupid, and ugly - they don't want me."
"Now who told ya somethin' crazy like that? Did any a those jerks actually say that to ya? Tell 'em Uncle Luther's got anotha t'ing comin' for 'em if they did." For emphasis, he lifted his paw and extended his long, sharp claws.
"W-well, no, no one actually said that..."
"So yous been tellin' yaself all this nasty crap? Ree-diculous. 'Ere, lemme get Wrench an' screw and we'll walk ya home, all right? This ain't no place for cats like you."
"Cats like me? What do you mean? I-I can hunt, I can fight - well, a little, anyway..."
"Don't be dumb, gorgeous - this place is worse then that forest a yours. We gots dogs, we gots 'coons, we gots humans and cars and worst a all, we gots the other gangs. Yous guys gots the elements an' all but yous ain't at each otha's throats like we is."
Marigoldfur might have heard that last bit, but her head stopped at the word "gorgeous." She repeated it over and over in her head, even as the three tough cats walked her back to PineClan territory. She and Luther kept meeting up, and eventually the young molly had found herself head over tail for him. She figured he didn't feel that way back, that he might have just been using her for entertainment - but she told herself that she didn't care, that any cat who paid attention to her the way he did was worth it.
She hasn't seen him in a while, but she knew at least for a moon that nothing had happened to him - he promised her that if anything bad ever happened, he would send one of his "goons" to find her. But, being restricted to the nursery and close to kitting can put a damper on those plans, as she forbade him to let them travel into PineClan territory. She doesn't know what's ahead for her, or if her kits will survive, or if her secret will be out that their father isn't Clanborn - but right now, she just has to keep them from getting sick.
