Post by The Hobbit on Nov 20, 2010 13:27:45 GMT -5
Role player| The Hobbit or Hobbit, no preference
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Name| Mottledtail
Gender| She-cat
Physical Description| The she-cat is short in stature, with a stocky build to go along with it, giving her broad shoulders and a stance that seems aggressive, no matter her mood. Mottledtail's pale yellow eyes are set deep into her skull, giving her a brooding expression and, coupled with her under jaw, which juts out, she looks a bit like a crotchety old she-cat.
Mottledtail received the prefix of her name for her dark tortoiseshell coat, which primarily consist of various shades of black and orange, although she does have some white on her body. The she-cat's coat is, of course, short; long-haired cats could not be able to last very long in this dreadful climate.
Usually, Mottledtail's coat is quite dirty; she sees no point in grooming it often. It will just get dirty within a few minutes, after all, due to the fact that she is quick to leap into a fray.
Views| Mottledtail is one of the cats that is vehemently against a Clan being formed. Why? Total power is not something found here. For a cat to have control over a group of cats would lead to them being blinded by greed; they would have no example of an acceptable leader, and so they would set forth, slaying any that disagreed with their views. She also believes that, in the end, the Clan will just fall again. Why go through all the trouble when healthy cats are getting along just fine?
Note the use of healthy. Mottledtail opposes saving the weak and sick; if they cannot survive on their own, they are only a burden and a danger.
Along with that, Mottledtail despises authoritive figures. She is her own boss and wants it to remain that way.
Kin| Redclaw; Father (deceased)
Silverheart; Mother (deceased)
Copperkit; Sister (deceased)
Stonepaw; Brother (deceased)
Russetfur; Uncle (deceased)
History| Mottledtail was born when the dark season was just coming to an end. Her mother huddled among the remains of prey Redclaw brought her once in a while, frightened, exhausted, and hoping to die. Redclaw returned when all the kits had been born and cleaned; there was the scent of food on his breath, but he carried nothing for his mate. Redclaw was of the opinion that cats should hunt for themselves. He only gave in when "catching" the prey was easy (Redclaw did not hunt, he stole).
The two cats lay side by side and named each of the three kits. The oldest, Copperkit, was named for her red pelt, which closely resembled Redclaw's. Stonepaw was named for the silver pelt he had inherited from his mother and Mottledtail was named for the coat she had could have received from either cats, as both had tortoiseshells that popped up recently in their lineage.
Silverheart was a young cat, having just earned her full name a few moons before. She was of the opinion that a Clan would greatly benefit all the cats; there would be kinks to work out, she often said, but in the end it would all be worth the time and trouble. Redclaw was much older then the she-cat; he had taken a fancy to her when she was known as Silverpaw and had taken her from her mother's body when she died, and from there, forced Silverheart to be his mate. The differences in opinions, Silverheart's youth, and the force mating, made Silverheart a highly irresponsible mother. She would often leave her mewling kits whenever she felt remotely hungry and would be clawed by a furious Redclaw when she returned.
When the kits had been weaned, the silver cat left.
Redclaw's worst fear came true: a rat came upon the mewling kits and stared at them with its beady black eyes, not too long after Silhverheart had left. The kits all stood on wobbly legs, ready to fight, but three kittens were no match for a rat. Copperkit was killed in the fight that ensued. Redclaw returned when the rat was creeping towards his remaining two kits; he drove the rat off and, when Silverheart returned, showed her Copperkit's body. Mottledtail will always remember how her father's mew shook with rage and how Silverheartbacked up, pleading for mercy, something Redclaw had never fully understood. He killed her that night.
An eye for an eye.
Redclaw took care of his remaining two kits from then on. His brother, Russetfur, helped him teach the two the ways of the world. He always told them to remember that a Clan would be good for no cat, that the only way to survive was to care for ones self; anything else was weak and would end in disaster. One day, Russetfur and Stormpaw split away from Mottledtail and her father. They had gone off to practice hunting, while Redclaw worked on Mottledtail's fighting tactics. He was a brutal teacher and, by the end of the session, Mottledtail was dusty and bleeding from a few wounds. She was about to go off looking for her brother, when Redclaw stopped her.
The tom acknowledged how hard she worked and praised her, briefly, before giving his daughter her full name. Mottledtail, for her coat and her strange grace on the battlefield.
After the two enjoyed a small meal together, a sort of celebration, Redclaw became concerned when Russetfur and Stormpaw did not show up. Together, the two cats went off to find the others. They discovered them near the fresh-kill pile of another family.
They had been slain.
Redclaw wanted to kill the family, but Mottledtail knew this was not possible; they would be outnumbered. She convinced her father to leave with her, but later on that night he returned, to try and murder one of the family's kits. The father woke when he was creeping close and, with a snarl of rage, attacked Redclaw. The other tom was younger and stronger. On that cold night, Redclaw met his end.
The next day, Mottledtail stood over her father's body, head bowed for a few heartbeats, before traveling onward, determined to tell every cat of what he had taught her, to honor him in the only way she knew how.
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Name| Mottledtail
Gender| She-cat
Physical Description| The she-cat is short in stature, with a stocky build to go along with it, giving her broad shoulders and a stance that seems aggressive, no matter her mood. Mottledtail's pale yellow eyes are set deep into her skull, giving her a brooding expression and, coupled with her under jaw, which juts out, she looks a bit like a crotchety old she-cat.
Mottledtail received the prefix of her name for her dark tortoiseshell coat, which primarily consist of various shades of black and orange, although she does have some white on her body. The she-cat's coat is, of course, short; long-haired cats could not be able to last very long in this dreadful climate.
Usually, Mottledtail's coat is quite dirty; she sees no point in grooming it often. It will just get dirty within a few minutes, after all, due to the fact that she is quick to leap into a fray.
Views| Mottledtail is one of the cats that is vehemently against a Clan being formed. Why? Total power is not something found here. For a cat to have control over a group of cats would lead to them being blinded by greed; they would have no example of an acceptable leader, and so they would set forth, slaying any that disagreed with their views. She also believes that, in the end, the Clan will just fall again. Why go through all the trouble when healthy cats are getting along just fine?
Note the use of healthy. Mottledtail opposes saving the weak and sick; if they cannot survive on their own, they are only a burden and a danger.
Along with that, Mottledtail despises authoritive figures. She is her own boss and wants it to remain that way.
Kin| Redclaw; Father (deceased)
Silverheart; Mother (deceased)
Copperkit; Sister (deceased)
Stonepaw; Brother (deceased)
Russetfur; Uncle (deceased)
History| Mottledtail was born when the dark season was just coming to an end. Her mother huddled among the remains of prey Redclaw brought her once in a while, frightened, exhausted, and hoping to die. Redclaw returned when all the kits had been born and cleaned; there was the scent of food on his breath, but he carried nothing for his mate. Redclaw was of the opinion that cats should hunt for themselves. He only gave in when "catching" the prey was easy (Redclaw did not hunt, he stole).
The two cats lay side by side and named each of the three kits. The oldest, Copperkit, was named for her red pelt, which closely resembled Redclaw's. Stonepaw was named for the silver pelt he had inherited from his mother and Mottledtail was named for the coat she had could have received from either cats, as both had tortoiseshells that popped up recently in their lineage.
Silverheart was a young cat, having just earned her full name a few moons before. She was of the opinion that a Clan would greatly benefit all the cats; there would be kinks to work out, she often said, but in the end it would all be worth the time and trouble. Redclaw was much older then the she-cat; he had taken a fancy to her when she was known as Silverpaw and had taken her from her mother's body when she died, and from there, forced Silverheart to be his mate. The differences in opinions, Silverheart's youth, and the force mating, made Silverheart a highly irresponsible mother. She would often leave her mewling kits whenever she felt remotely hungry and would be clawed by a furious Redclaw when she returned.
When the kits had been weaned, the silver cat left.
Redclaw's worst fear came true: a rat came upon the mewling kits and stared at them with its beady black eyes, not too long after Silhverheart had left. The kits all stood on wobbly legs, ready to fight, but three kittens were no match for a rat. Copperkit was killed in the fight that ensued. Redclaw returned when the rat was creeping towards his remaining two kits; he drove the rat off and, when Silverheart returned, showed her Copperkit's body. Mottledtail will always remember how her father's mew shook with rage and how Silverheartbacked up, pleading for mercy, something Redclaw had never fully understood. He killed her that night.
An eye for an eye.
Redclaw took care of his remaining two kits from then on. His brother, Russetfur, helped him teach the two the ways of the world. He always told them to remember that a Clan would be good for no cat, that the only way to survive was to care for ones self; anything else was weak and would end in disaster. One day, Russetfur and Stormpaw split away from Mottledtail and her father. They had gone off to practice hunting, while Redclaw worked on Mottledtail's fighting tactics. He was a brutal teacher and, by the end of the session, Mottledtail was dusty and bleeding from a few wounds. She was about to go off looking for her brother, when Redclaw stopped her.
The tom acknowledged how hard she worked and praised her, briefly, before giving his daughter her full name. Mottledtail, for her coat and her strange grace on the battlefield.
After the two enjoyed a small meal together, a sort of celebration, Redclaw became concerned when Russetfur and Stormpaw did not show up. Together, the two cats went off to find the others. They discovered them near the fresh-kill pile of another family.
They had been slain.
Redclaw wanted to kill the family, but Mottledtail knew this was not possible; they would be outnumbered. She convinced her father to leave with her, but later on that night he returned, to try and murder one of the family's kits. The father woke when he was creeping close and, with a snarl of rage, attacked Redclaw. The other tom was younger and stronger. On that cold night, Redclaw met his end.
The next day, Mottledtail stood over her father's body, head bowed for a few heartbeats, before traveling onward, determined to tell every cat of what he had taught her, to honor him in the only way she knew how.
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