Post by tenacious on Nov 20, 2010 11:28:41 GMT -5
Name: Locustwing
Gender: Female
Age: 30 moons
Clan: WindClan
Personality: Ah, Locustwing. She is not a socibale creature by any means. She prefers silence, communicating with quick, curt replies, although she is very good at speaking with body language and can communicate most of the things she has to say silently. The female is very revengeful; if she is wronged, she will get revenge. It does not matter if it takes moons upon moons- she will get back at whoever dared to harm her.
Locustwing's loyalty to her Clan is ferociously strong, but she is not loyal to the individual members. She has no compassion for them; she only loves WindClan and will do whatever she can to make sure that they do not fall to the bottom in the forest.
The warrior is very quick to anger and twice as quick to leap into battle, but she is also an intelligent, calculating cat and knows when it is best to just leave a fight. She will not risk her neck for nothing, you know.
Appearance: Locustwing is a very small she-cat, even for WindClan standards, with lean muscles and a short bob-tail, which she was born with. Despite her size, there is a lean strength in her limbs, and Locustwing is a very agile creature, capable of dancing around larger opponets with ease and grace. Her eyes are a blazing orange and set deep into her skull, giving her a brooding expression, while her coat is very short and a light, dusty brown with darker stripes.
The she-cat's muzzle has plenty of marks from brambles, claws, and teeth; her biggest scar is one on her left shoulder, from a fight as an apprentice.
History: Locustwing was born to a cold-hearted rogue cat, that passed on her lack of maternal instinct and nothing more. Her father was once a WindClan cat, but he was taken by Twolegs. When the rogue approached him about the kits she had, the tom took two of the three and instructed her to bring the other to WindClan, so that his blood would do great things for the Clan that would forever hold his loyalty. Those two kits he took died later on that night; he lay on them, until they stopped struggling. They had been sickly, disformed, and would never have survived, for his Twolegs did not pamper him; he looked more like a loner then a kittypet.
Locustwing was cruely dropped on the border of WindClan territory. Her mother left her, not bothering to make sure a patrol picked her up; obviously, one did. Some cats wanted to get rid of her, Buzzardtail being one, but the grumpy elder was interupted by a dusty brown she-cat as she exclaimed, "My son!"
It was the mother of the former WindClan cat.
Locustwing stayed only because the elder pointed out how no cat could look this much like her son without being kin, and therefore of WindClan blood. She was a feisty kit, that never listened and was incredibly disrespectful; she despised authority and would do everything to make sure cats knew it. She was not made an apprentice until she was eight moons old, as she had snuck out of camp the day before her ceremony and the leader had held it back, for she had caused cats great worry.
Locustwing trained hard. She spent all her time training or doing chores. She did not befriend cats. She did not often speak to them- she was obsessed with becoming the best WindClan warrior she could be. She was made a warrior at fourteen moons, after she recovered from a serious injury she received while in battle.
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Gender: Female
Age: 30 moons
Clan: WindClan
Personality: Ah, Locustwing. She is not a socibale creature by any means. She prefers silence, communicating with quick, curt replies, although she is very good at speaking with body language and can communicate most of the things she has to say silently. The female is very revengeful; if she is wronged, she will get revenge. It does not matter if it takes moons upon moons- she will get back at whoever dared to harm her.
Locustwing's loyalty to her Clan is ferociously strong, but she is not loyal to the individual members. She has no compassion for them; she only loves WindClan and will do whatever she can to make sure that they do not fall to the bottom in the forest.
The warrior is very quick to anger and twice as quick to leap into battle, but she is also an intelligent, calculating cat and knows when it is best to just leave a fight. She will not risk her neck for nothing, you know.
Appearance: Locustwing is a very small she-cat, even for WindClan standards, with lean muscles and a short bob-tail, which she was born with. Despite her size, there is a lean strength in her limbs, and Locustwing is a very agile creature, capable of dancing around larger opponets with ease and grace. Her eyes are a blazing orange and set deep into her skull, giving her a brooding expression, while her coat is very short and a light, dusty brown with darker stripes.
The she-cat's muzzle has plenty of marks from brambles, claws, and teeth; her biggest scar is one on her left shoulder, from a fight as an apprentice.
History: Locustwing was born to a cold-hearted rogue cat, that passed on her lack of maternal instinct and nothing more. Her father was once a WindClan cat, but he was taken by Twolegs. When the rogue approached him about the kits she had, the tom took two of the three and instructed her to bring the other to WindClan, so that his blood would do great things for the Clan that would forever hold his loyalty. Those two kits he took died later on that night; he lay on them, until they stopped struggling. They had been sickly, disformed, and would never have survived, for his Twolegs did not pamper him; he looked more like a loner then a kittypet.
Locustwing was cruely dropped on the border of WindClan territory. Her mother left her, not bothering to make sure a patrol picked her up; obviously, one did. Some cats wanted to get rid of her, Buzzardtail being one, but the grumpy elder was interupted by a dusty brown she-cat as she exclaimed, "My son!"
It was the mother of the former WindClan cat.
Locustwing stayed only because the elder pointed out how no cat could look this much like her son without being kin, and therefore of WindClan blood. She was a feisty kit, that never listened and was incredibly disrespectful; she despised authority and would do everything to make sure cats knew it. She was not made an apprentice until she was eight moons old, as she had snuck out of camp the day before her ceremony and the leader had held it back, for she had caused cats great worry.
Locustwing trained hard. She spent all her time training or doing chores. She did not befriend cats. She did not often speak to them- she was obsessed with becoming the best WindClan warrior she could be. She was made a warrior at fourteen moons, after she recovered from a serious injury she received while in battle.
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