tawnystripe

[puppeteer]

tawnystripe
GET UP, GET OUT, GET AWAY FROM THE LIARS
'CAUSE THEY DON'T GET YOUR SOUL OR YOUR FIRE

NAME... tawnykit, tawnypaw tawnystripe tawnystar (eventually)
AGE... twenty-eight (28) moons
GENDER... queen (also known as female)
CLAN... stormclan
POSITION... deputy

APPEARANCE...

Tawnystripe is an average sized queen, having a height at the shoulder of twenty centimeters, a head body length of forty centimeters. Tawnystripe takes pride in her longer tail of thirty-five centimeters. Tawnystripe is, to be blunt, a tawny colored tabby. Her fur falls under the category of ‘short-hair’ and when it is Leafbare; she finds it very hard to sit still without being cold. However, she does endure the cold for the moments of sunbathing in Newleaf and Greenleaf. Her eyes are another spot of pride from her appearance. The blue-green irises are bright and tinted with mystery as the color turns to brown around the slit pupil. Down from her eyes rests a rosy pink nose, and slightly defined jaw. Tawnystripe’s jaw is nothing to be reckoned with; she has a habit of nipping at other cats. Back up her head are her ears; pointed and always alert. She uses them for her hunting skills to hear the rustle of a rabbit, mouse, or shrew.

PERSONALITY...

Tawnystripe is prideful, and wants to have the other cats approval; however, she would not publicly show embarrassment or sadness, preferring suffer in silence. She believes that that clan comes first, and her personal problems can be pushed to the back burner. Tawnystripe also has a drive that rivals many that reach for the stars and beyond. She has a desire to be a leader, and to gain that amazing suffix of star. Tawnystripe can sometimes be a bit off the beaten trail, being mean and cruel when releasing built up frustration. This, however, is a rare occasion on its own. Tawnystripe is not one to hold grudges for too long. Tawnystripe also is a devoted follower, and would follow her leader to death if she was so ordered. She loves her clan and all of its members regardless of age or position. She is unprejudiced and if a cat is nice to her, she will be nice in return.

HISTORY...

Twenty-eight moons ago seem like a lifetime ago for this feline; for twenty-eight moons ago she was born with her three siblings. They were all males, and her parents named one, a kit the shade of night, Ravenkit; one, a solid white kit with a black spot above his right eye, Splotchkit; their last brother, a blue gray kit, was named after they opened their eyes was named Owlkit. Tawnykit, as she was known then, was by far the most rowdy and aggressive until they were five and half moons old, when Ravenkit was eating a mouse in the middle of the camp when an eagle swooped down and picked up the small kit. Tawnykit, Splotchkit, and Owlkit were traumatized for two moons after the event, but they were still apprenticed to three warriors at six moons, but were slower to progress with the rest of the kits of Stormclan. By ten moons, the kits were nearing the end of their training, and were seen as the apple of their mentor’s eye as individuals. They were by no means the best, or the most outstanding in the history of the clans.

Tawnypaw at this point was still too introverted, and kept her problems hidden from her mentor and brothers. She never asked for help or assistance, which could have been her downfall, until she was almost caught in an early snowstorm. The snow had begun to fall, and she had caught a large, fat rabbit, and was trying to bring it to the clan. Of course, Tawnypaw was carrying pure deadweight and had to drag the rabbit back to camp while it zapped her strength. She had become tired, and cold, and quite a distance from camp still. Her mentor, who had tried to catch a few mice, had returned to camp, expecting Tawnypaw to be there when he arrived, and when she wasn’t, had gone out to look for her. He had found her, but only to the distressed mewing. She had curled up with her kill, protecting it for her and the clan. Her mentor saved her life, and she would never be able to repay him for his gratitude.

Two moons later when she, Owlpaw, Splotchpaw, and several other apprentices had received their clan names, her personality changed to be more thankful and outgoing, but not when it had gone to teasing and painful insults. Tawnystripe, as she was now known, was a successful hunter, and often brought it several mice and birds daily. She hoped her clan would not go hungry with her determination. One day, on patrol with her former mentor, the two cats were attacked by a loose dog. Tawnystripe had clawed and bit at the dog to no avail. The dog grabbed onto her mentor, and shook a little too hard. A disgusting snap later, Tawnystripe got sick and filled up with anger. She hissed and clawed at the dog’s face, scratching it. Having grown stronger since the last time she was stuck in a sticky situation, she dragged her mentor’s corpse back to the camp, and sat vigil for over two days. She wouldn’t talk to anyone, even after they had buried him. That day, she vowed to herself the clan would always come first and she had changed her personality to fit a character that was more responsible and one that all Clan cats could get along with, hopefully.

From then, she was given no apprentices, but was promoted to Deputy for her devotion two moons ago. Tawnystripe, knowing her young age, wonders almost every day why her leader granted her the position of deputy. Tawnystripe wants to take on an apprentice, but is afraid of failing. She doesn’t want the young kit to perish in her care, or have it be gravely injured. Tawnystripe never asked her leader for an apprentice, but may soon enough, with new kits on their way to becoming apprentices on the next moon.

[castaway]

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