Post by shiningheart on Jul 5, 2012 17:47:51 GMT -5
Name: Lilyshine
Age: 31 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: WindClan
Ranking: Queen
Description:
Though Lilyshine and Ivythorn are sisters, they don't look anything alike. Lilyshine gets her name from her dark ginger fur. It's stricken through with thick tabby stripes. Her pelt is long-furred and fluffy, the kind with the thick, plumy tail and ear tufts. Her paws are snowy-white, as well as her muzzles, throat, and chest.
Lilyshine has the building of a traditional WindClan. Her shoulders are slender and slim while her legs are long and limber. Her strength is found in her speed. Her eyes are a peculiar, but beautiful, mix of amber and green.
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Personality:
Lilyshine's heart is big enough to have love for every cat. She's the kind of she-cat who will feed and care for any sickly cat she might find, even if they're on WindClan territory. It's her first instnict, to nurture and love whoever may need it. She'll never turn away a cat who requests help. Not because it's noble, but she'll feel bad later on.
Never, EVER, give Lilyshine a job to do that needs to be done in a timely manner. She needs to get every detial just so. Every. Single. Freaking. Detail. If even one thing is set out of place, Lilyshine considers it all ruined. It doesn't matter what it is: a twig in a nest, a tuft of fur, or a single whisker. She fusses over everything.
Naive may not be the best word to describe Lilyshine, but it's better than sincere or honest. Lilyshine doesn't have a mental filter to tell her when to speak and when not to. She never means anything in a mean way, so no one can call her rude or blunt. You need to tell her that she hurt your feelings, because otherwise Lilyshine wouldn't know.[/ul]
History:
Thrushwing and Mossdapple only really took notice of each other when they were both warriors. Thrushwing was a full three seasons older than Mossdapple was. He'd been a middle-aged apprentice when she was born and already made a warrior when she became a 'paw. Their first real patrol together, three days after Mossdapple became a warrior, she'd gotten stuck in a holly bush. He didn't laugh once as he helped her out, and they struck up a friendship that lasted.
Their love was a slow-developing one until everyone, even the cats in the other Clans, were just waiting for them to get together. There were bets floating around on who would confess first and in what way. Both Thrushwing and Mossdapple knew about the bets, but they were too amused by them to be much offended.
Neither made much of a secret of their affection for each other, but never outright said it either. Words had never been needed between them. All they had to do was look in each other's eyes and they just knew. It wasn't long before they announced they were having kits.
Kit
Lilykit and Ivykit were born half-a-moon earlier than they were supposed to be, and away from camp. It was a complicated birth. There was a third kit with them that Mossdapple had named Berrykit, but he was so weak that he died that same day. Thrushwing and Mossdapple agreed together to not have any more kits.
That was fine, though. Lilykit and Ivykit were happy with each other, always scurying under everyone's paws and asking questions nonstop. Well, Lilykit was. Ivykit was more content to just sit back and listen and watch. No one could ever mistake Ivykit for being shy, because her eyes were always sharp and calculating. Lilykit may have been the bigger of the two, but the playfights between them were fifty-fifty.
The two grew up normally. There weren't any major battles during that time, merely minor skirmishes that didn't cause many problems. Mossdapple knew when to be the good guy and when to be the bad guy. Thrushwing visited whenever his duties allowed him to. Lilykit and Ivykit couldn't have grown up with a more loving family. Finally, their sixth moon approached and they were made apprentices.
Apprentice
Lilypaw was given the mentor Echocloud, a silvery-white she-cat who became like a second mother to the apprentices. She was kind and sweet, and gently corrected Lilypaw whenever she made a mistake. Ivypaw was taught by Graythorn, a sterner and firmer version of Echocloud.
The two mentors were sisters as well. Lilypaw and Ivypaw were pretty much reduced to tie breakers. Whenever Echocloud and Graythorn had a disagreement- which was often, because of their vast differences- Lilypaw and Ivypaw were pit against each other to prove who was right. More often than not, the competitions had nothing to do with the argument. Lilypaw never minded. She usually had fun doing anything with Ivypaw, whether is was hunting or fighting!
Ivypaw didn't much care for it. She didn't seem to care much about anything, really. She was aloof and calculative, always analyzing and thinking behind a cold mask of indifference. To her, the end justified the means. Ivypaw didn't care who or what was sacrificed, so long as everything went according to her plans. And boy, did Ivypaw have plans! She believed it was her destiny to lead WindClan one day, for the sole reason that she considered everyone around her too weak to do it themselves.
To no one's surprise, Ivypaw got her warrior name first. She was named Ivythorn, and was given the characteristics strength and cunning. Lilypaw wasn't jealous, though. When asked why, she'd shown a rare bout of wisdom by saying, "I just wasn't ready. I'll become a warrior in my own time." Then she completely shattered the illusion by chasing after a fluttering butterfly.
It took two more moons for Lilypaw to become Lilyshine. Where Ivythorn had been made a warrior a moon earlier than usual, at only eleven moons old, Lilyshine waited a moon late, until she was thirteen moons. Ivythorn tried to hold it over Lilyshine's head that she'd been made a warrior first, but Lilyshine didn't really care. She had to blatantly say to Ivythorn's face that it didn't matter who was made a warrior first, they were still the same age and so Ivythorn had no right to act superior to her in any way. Ivythorn dropped it after that.
When the sisters were sixteen moons old, Lilyshine was in for a treat. She was on a patrol near the back of the territory. It was the border that they shared with no Clan, but still needed to be patrolled for dangerous animals like loners or rogues or foxes or badgers. Lilyshine had been trailing at the back of the patrol when she heard the sounds of battle. She heard the yowling of terrified cats and the yips and snarls of excited foxes.
She hadn't thought before she ran right over the scent-line. Her patrol tried to call her back, but ended up having to chase after her to keep her safe. What Lilyshine found was the sight of carnage. The bodies of three dead cats, still losing blood at a steady pace, almost made her lose her breakfast. Two foxes, just barely at adult-hood, were sniping and yapping at each other. They had a young-looking cat trapped against a tree. A black tom with white paws was heaving in terror. His wide eyes were looking around wildly, and he caught sight of Lilyshine. In those wide blue eyes, she saw a single plea: 'SAVE ME!'
She acted purely on instinct. She yowled, loud and strong, to draw the foxes' attentions towards her. Once they looked away, the young tom ran to where the patrol was staring at her in surprise and horror. Lilyshine didn't acknowledge them, only snarling at the foxes in a way that none of her Clanmates had ever seen her snarl. She didn't hear them, didn't hear their please to leave the foxes and just run. When the foxes leaped for her, she ran to meet them.
Lilyshine doesn't remember much of what happened after that. She only knew pain, rage, and hate. She bit and claws and snarled and yowled until every inch of her was covered in blood. Not all of it was hers, though. Once the haze faded, she faced one deceased fox. The other had run away once it saw it's companion fall.
The patrol allowed her to rest before they went back home. As she rested, the young tom told his story. His name was Rowan. The three dead cats had been his family: his mother, his father, and his older sister. He was only eight moons old. Since he had no where else to go, they allowed him to come back with them. When they left, Rowan stayed beside her. He kept up a steady stream of quiet talk, not loud enough for the other cats to listen in one. He spoke about his family with love and grief. He kept Lilyshine from blacking out, and even let her lean on him whenever she needed to.
When they got back to camp, there was panic over her injuries. Lilyshine was scolded for putting herself and her Clan in danger. Even the leader old her off for her recklessness. Lilyshine shocked everyone into silence by glaring at him and saying icily, "If I had to, I'd do it again. I will never leave anyone to defend themselves, whether they're part of WindClan or not." And then she fainted.
When she woke up, the first question she asked was about Rowan. She learned that he'd been allowed to join WindClan as an apprentice, and renamed Rowanpaw. Her family were the first ones to visit. Mossdapple and Thrushwing were both proud and worried over her actions. What she'd said had the mark of true warrior. Ivythorn was bitter at the attention Lilyshine was getting, and scolded her instead for letting the other fox get away.
After that, Rowanpaw visited. He seemed to think highly of her, because of her fighting off those two foxes. Rowanpaw wanted her opinion on everything: battle techniques, hunting stances, everything. Lilyshine helped him as much as she could while recovering. By the time she was released from the medicine den and back to full duties, the two had a strong bond. They spent much of their time together, both on patrol and off.
Mossdapple and Thrushwing saw the signs from their own courtship and often teased the two young cats about each other, having way too much fun making them all flustered and embarrassed. For all their embarrassment, neither Lilyshine nor Rowanpaw denied anything. When Rowanpaw became Rowanflight, Lilyshine's voice was the loudest. Because he'd come to the Clan late in life, he'd been late in taking his warrior name. He was about fourteen to fifteen moons old to Lilyshine's twenty-three.
Despite the age difference, it wasn't long before the two became mates. Five moons after Rowanflight's warrior ceremony, when he was twenty moons and she twenty-eight, they confessed to each other. Lilyshine was soon expecting kits, and now lives happily in the nursery with little Berrykit, named for the brother she never knew, and Heatherkit, her only daughter.
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Age: 31 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: WindClan
Ranking: Queen
Description:
Though Lilyshine and Ivythorn are sisters, they don't look anything alike. Lilyshine gets her name from her dark ginger fur. It's stricken through with thick tabby stripes. Her pelt is long-furred and fluffy, the kind with the thick, plumy tail and ear tufts. Her paws are snowy-white, as well as her muzzles, throat, and chest.
Lilyshine has the building of a traditional WindClan. Her shoulders are slender and slim while her legs are long and limber. Her strength is found in her speed. Her eyes are a peculiar, but beautiful, mix of amber and green.
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Personality:
Lilyshine's heart is big enough to have love for every cat. She's the kind of she-cat who will feed and care for any sickly cat she might find, even if they're on WindClan territory. It's her first instnict, to nurture and love whoever may need it. She'll never turn away a cat who requests help. Not because it's noble, but she'll feel bad later on.
Never, EVER, give Lilyshine a job to do that needs to be done in a timely manner. She needs to get every detial just so. Every. Single. Freaking. Detail. If even one thing is set out of place, Lilyshine considers it all ruined. It doesn't matter what it is: a twig in a nest, a tuft of fur, or a single whisker. She fusses over everything.
Naive may not be the best word to describe Lilyshine, but it's better than sincere or honest. Lilyshine doesn't have a mental filter to tell her when to speak and when not to. She never means anything in a mean way, so no one can call her rude or blunt. You need to tell her that she hurt your feelings, because otherwise Lilyshine wouldn't know.[/ul]
History:
Thrushwing and Mossdapple only really took notice of each other when they were both warriors. Thrushwing was a full three seasons older than Mossdapple was. He'd been a middle-aged apprentice when she was born and already made a warrior when she became a 'paw. Their first real patrol together, three days after Mossdapple became a warrior, she'd gotten stuck in a holly bush. He didn't laugh once as he helped her out, and they struck up a friendship that lasted.
Their love was a slow-developing one until everyone, even the cats in the other Clans, were just waiting for them to get together. There were bets floating around on who would confess first and in what way. Both Thrushwing and Mossdapple knew about the bets, but they were too amused by them to be much offended.
Neither made much of a secret of their affection for each other, but never outright said it either. Words had never been needed between them. All they had to do was look in each other's eyes and they just knew. It wasn't long before they announced they were having kits.
Lilykit and Ivykit were born half-a-moon earlier than they were supposed to be, and away from camp. It was a complicated birth. There was a third kit with them that Mossdapple had named Berrykit, but he was so weak that he died that same day. Thrushwing and Mossdapple agreed together to not have any more kits.
That was fine, though. Lilykit and Ivykit were happy with each other, always scurying under everyone's paws and asking questions nonstop. Well, Lilykit was. Ivykit was more content to just sit back and listen and watch. No one could ever mistake Ivykit for being shy, because her eyes were always sharp and calculating. Lilykit may have been the bigger of the two, but the playfights between them were fifty-fifty.
The two grew up normally. There weren't any major battles during that time, merely minor skirmishes that didn't cause many problems. Mossdapple knew when to be the good guy and when to be the bad guy. Thrushwing visited whenever his duties allowed him to. Lilykit and Ivykit couldn't have grown up with a more loving family. Finally, their sixth moon approached and they were made apprentices.
Lilypaw was given the mentor Echocloud, a silvery-white she-cat who became like a second mother to the apprentices. She was kind and sweet, and gently corrected Lilypaw whenever she made a mistake. Ivypaw was taught by Graythorn, a sterner and firmer version of Echocloud.
The two mentors were sisters as well. Lilypaw and Ivypaw were pretty much reduced to tie breakers. Whenever Echocloud and Graythorn had a disagreement- which was often, because of their vast differences- Lilypaw and Ivypaw were pit against each other to prove who was right. More often than not, the competitions had nothing to do with the argument. Lilypaw never minded. She usually had fun doing anything with Ivypaw, whether is was hunting or fighting!
Ivypaw didn't much care for it. She didn't seem to care much about anything, really. She was aloof and calculative, always analyzing and thinking behind a cold mask of indifference. To her, the end justified the means. Ivypaw didn't care who or what was sacrificed, so long as everything went according to her plans. And boy, did Ivypaw have plans! She believed it was her destiny to lead WindClan one day, for the sole reason that she considered everyone around her too weak to do it themselves.
To no one's surprise, Ivypaw got her warrior name first. She was named Ivythorn, and was given the characteristics strength and cunning. Lilypaw wasn't jealous, though. When asked why, she'd shown a rare bout of wisdom by saying, "I just wasn't ready. I'll become a warrior in my own time." Then she completely shattered the illusion by chasing after a fluttering butterfly.
Warrior/Queen
It took two more moons for Lilypaw to become Lilyshine. Where Ivythorn had been made a warrior a moon earlier than usual, at only eleven moons old, Lilyshine waited a moon late, until she was thirteen moons. Ivythorn tried to hold it over Lilyshine's head that she'd been made a warrior first, but Lilyshine didn't really care. She had to blatantly say to Ivythorn's face that it didn't matter who was made a warrior first, they were still the same age and so Ivythorn had no right to act superior to her in any way. Ivythorn dropped it after that.
When the sisters were sixteen moons old, Lilyshine was in for a treat. She was on a patrol near the back of the territory. It was the border that they shared with no Clan, but still needed to be patrolled for dangerous animals like loners or rogues or foxes or badgers. Lilyshine had been trailing at the back of the patrol when she heard the sounds of battle. She heard the yowling of terrified cats and the yips and snarls of excited foxes.
She hadn't thought before she ran right over the scent-line. Her patrol tried to call her back, but ended up having to chase after her to keep her safe. What Lilyshine found was the sight of carnage. The bodies of three dead cats, still losing blood at a steady pace, almost made her lose her breakfast. Two foxes, just barely at adult-hood, were sniping and yapping at each other. They had a young-looking cat trapped against a tree. A black tom with white paws was heaving in terror. His wide eyes were looking around wildly, and he caught sight of Lilyshine. In those wide blue eyes, she saw a single plea: 'SAVE ME!'
She acted purely on instinct. She yowled, loud and strong, to draw the foxes' attentions towards her. Once they looked away, the young tom ran to where the patrol was staring at her in surprise and horror. Lilyshine didn't acknowledge them, only snarling at the foxes in a way that none of her Clanmates had ever seen her snarl. She didn't hear them, didn't hear their please to leave the foxes and just run. When the foxes leaped for her, she ran to meet them.
Lilyshine doesn't remember much of what happened after that. She only knew pain, rage, and hate. She bit and claws and snarled and yowled until every inch of her was covered in blood. Not all of it was hers, though. Once the haze faded, she faced one deceased fox. The other had run away once it saw it's companion fall.
The patrol allowed her to rest before they went back home. As she rested, the young tom told his story. His name was Rowan. The three dead cats had been his family: his mother, his father, and his older sister. He was only eight moons old. Since he had no where else to go, they allowed him to come back with them. When they left, Rowan stayed beside her. He kept up a steady stream of quiet talk, not loud enough for the other cats to listen in one. He spoke about his family with love and grief. He kept Lilyshine from blacking out, and even let her lean on him whenever she needed to.
When they got back to camp, there was panic over her injuries. Lilyshine was scolded for putting herself and her Clan in danger. Even the leader old her off for her recklessness. Lilyshine shocked everyone into silence by glaring at him and saying icily, "If I had to, I'd do it again. I will never leave anyone to defend themselves, whether they're part of WindClan or not." And then she fainted.
When she woke up, the first question she asked was about Rowan. She learned that he'd been allowed to join WindClan as an apprentice, and renamed Rowanpaw. Her family were the first ones to visit. Mossdapple and Thrushwing were both proud and worried over her actions. What she'd said had the mark of true warrior. Ivythorn was bitter at the attention Lilyshine was getting, and scolded her instead for letting the other fox get away.
After that, Rowanpaw visited. He seemed to think highly of her, because of her fighting off those two foxes. Rowanpaw wanted her opinion on everything: battle techniques, hunting stances, everything. Lilyshine helped him as much as she could while recovering. By the time she was released from the medicine den and back to full duties, the two had a strong bond. They spent much of their time together, both on patrol and off.
Mossdapple and Thrushwing saw the signs from their own courtship and often teased the two young cats about each other, having way too much fun making them all flustered and embarrassed. For all their embarrassment, neither Lilyshine nor Rowanpaw denied anything. When Rowanpaw became Rowanflight, Lilyshine's voice was the loudest. Because he'd come to the Clan late in life, he'd been late in taking his warrior name. He was about fourteen to fifteen moons old to Lilyshine's twenty-three.
Despite the age difference, it wasn't long before the two became mates. Five moons after Rowanflight's warrior ceremony, when he was twenty moons and she twenty-eight, they confessed to each other. Lilyshine was soon expecting kits, and now lives happily in the nursery with little Berrykit, named for the brother she never knew, and Heatherkit, her only daughter.
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