Post by goldenwing on Jun 25, 2009 11:42:30 GMT -5
born into a life of ignorance...
name --»
Goldenwing
gender --»
She-cat
age --»
Twenty-one moons
clan --»
RavineClan
rank --»
Warrior
...only to become quite intelligent...
[/center]appearance --»
Goldenwing could be a spitting image of her mother...if it weren't for her father's dark colors. Like Tawnystone, Goldenwing is a beautiful tortoiseshell. Her face is narrow, much like her mother's, with high cheekbones. The tabby stripes that flow down her back to her fore- and back legs are also a gift from her mother's gene pool, but due to her father's dark-hued pelt, they aren't a light gray like Tawnystone's, but a black like Nightstar's ebony fur.
On Goldenwing's face are traces of her mother. It is angular, just as Tawnystone's was, and her breathtaking eyes are the same almond shape. Her nose is a deep pink. On the bridge of her nose, however, is a darker color of golden than the shade that made its appearance on Tawnystone's. Light golden fur encompasses her eyes. From the corner of both eyes trails one line of dark gray to her jawbone. On her forehead is the classic tabby "M" shape in the same dark striping that covers the rest of her body. The finishing touch on the she-cat's face is the stark-white color of her mouth and whiskers.
In stature, with the exception of her face, Goldenwing looks just like her father. Her shoulders are broad for her small body. She has legs of medium length, but they are legs that are able to move quickly and stealthily in the shadows of the forest. She does, however, have a long tail, which follows suit with her mother more than father.{x}
strengths --»
✓ fighting
✓ quick reactions
✓ stealth
✓ speed
weaknesses --»
✗ thinking of the past
✗ hunting
✗ seeing others in pain
✗ fear
...with eyes to see everything's beauty...
[/font][/center]personality --»
Nothing about Goldenwing would ever show that she has had problems with growing up or her past. "Golden" is just the right word for her; nothing gets this cat down. Since kithood, Goldenwing has always been playful and a ray of sunshine, even on cloudy days. Impatience, however, accompanies this bubbly personality, and it has become Goldenwing's worst enemy. Due to her impatience, Goldenwing never became as skilled of a hunter as she would have liked (sitting and waiting on prey was just too tedious for her), but her fighting skills are often referred to as extraordinary. She believes that she has been able to hone these skills instead because of the lack of cats to play with when she was a kit. It left time for pouncing on moss balls and killing "enemy warriors" (which were known as "bugs" to those who were older than she) that entered the camp. Goldenwing is rarely one to argue; usually if a cat asks for her assistance, she is right by his or her side before the last syllable of the sentence is uttered. She adores helping her Clan become stronger, perhaps due to a question of her loyalty after her family ties were found out.
likes --»
✓ making new friends
✓ happiness
✓ fighting
✓ Beestripe
✓ birds
dislikes --»
✗ sullen cats
✗ sadness
✗ hunting
✗ any cat's question of where her loyalty lies
✗ squirrels
...in a life laced with love.
[/size][/center]history --»
[/color] she added quickly. "No, you most certainly were not."It was just a love story...and, at the time, a stupid one at that. Who said that a medicine cat and a leader were to fall in love? Uh, no one! In fact, it was beyond forbidden. How crazy could the two have been?
But Nightstar and Tawnystone weren't crazy. On the contrary, they were both quite sane and merely in love. They didn't see why the warrior code should stop their love. Besides, if they didn't have kits, then they...whoops.
A little miracle was blessed to the CherryClan medicine cat, and fear overcame both the medicine cat and the leader. How could they explain this? Perhaps there wouldn't be a need to. Tawnystone could take care of herself, and no one else would suspect a thing as long as Tawnystone was only carrying one kit as she believed, since her belly wasn't swollen like most kits' mothers' were. As awful as the thought was, she couldn't help but to pray to StarClan that this kit's life was over before it truly began.
However, it wasn't, and the contractions began. Tawnystone slipped out of the CherryClan camp by herself (after murmuring a short excuse to her apprentice about how she was going to gather some herbs from far away for a few days and she'd be back later) with a small supply of "traveling" herbs. Surprisingly, it wasn't a difficult birth; StarClan had granted her one wish, and only one. The birthing process was confidential and gave way to a healthy kit. She wasn't loud, but out in the cherry tree meadows, Tawnystone was still concerned about where the kit would be kept. They looked too similar for Tawnystone to bring her back to the CherryClan camp. After glancing around for a time, Tawnystone noticed the RavineClan and CherryClan border and made up her mind. As soon as the kit's eyes were open, she would leave her near the border. That way, her scent would be covered by the scent of the cherry tree blossoms, as well. CherryClan wouldn't even be a memory for the young kit.
So Tawnystone nursed the she-kit for the time being. She would cover the kit with the blossoms when she had to return to the camp for short periods of time, and then return as soon as she had the chance. These chances came quickly, amazingly; StarClan seemed to be on the medicine cat's side.
The day the kit's eyes opened was one of joy and sorrow for Tawnystone. "Oh, my little kit, she whispered before picking her up and taking her towards the border.
The little one's kit-blue eyes took in everything (with the exclusion of her mother's face, of course): the cherry blossoms, the beautiful rolling hills, the impending forest. Tawnystone took her as far as she dared to go onto the territory of the RavineClanners. She finally stopped, gave her kit a brisk lick on her head, and a few leaves crackled in either direction.
The kit turned around, awaiting the first sight she would ever capture of her mother, but the cat was gone. Fear flooded the kit's mind. This wasn't right--and there were noises coming from the opposite direction! Fur mingled with dead leaves as she crouched deep into the littering, eyes shut, as cats came and murmured words before picking her up and taking her to her new forever home.
A mere day later, after her fate had obviously been sealed, the kit was named Goldenkit for her bright golden nose and markings on her flanks. Goldenkit's personality began to truly develop from that day onward. She fit in with the new kits quite well, and was accepted as a RavineClanner very quickly.
Goldenkit became an apprentice in a matter of moons, just like every other kit. Her mentor was Brownspot, a revered RavineClan warrior. Luckily for Goldenpaw, Brownspot had enough patience to not claw her ears off for her excessive talking and playing around. Her fighting skills also probably helped her, as they had become quite fine for an apprentice of her age.
With her apprentice status in tow, Goldenpaw made the Journey to the new territory. On this Journey, a most peculiar event occurred, one Goldenwing now treasures with all of her heart...
"Hello," a soft voice meowed from behind Goldenpaw. She whipped around to see--a she-cat who looked much like herself, except with lighter-than-kit-blue eyes and lighter features. Goldenpaw stared at her in awe. This she-cat...she was the CherryClan medicine cat, Tawnystone. Even though there were striking similarities between the two, Goldenpaw couldn't quite grasp...no, she couldn't...there was no way Tawnystone was her mother.
"Hello," Goldenpaw responded with a respectful dip of her head.
Tawnystone's blue eyes stayed trained on Goldenpaw. "You're Goldenpaw, yes? Of RavineClan?"
Okay, no matter how well the cats of other Clans knew each other, this was freaky. Goldenpaw had only been to one Gathering; surely Tawnystone wouldn't have remembered her that well.
Goldenpaw nodded. "That's right," she mewed. "And Brownspot's my mentor. He says I'm doing well on my fighting, but my hunting skills--" She screwed her face up in thought. "--leave much to be desired." She grinned. "But at least I'm trying!
"I'm sure you'll do just fine," Tawnystone purred. "Are you doing well otherwise? Do you have good friends?"
Goldenpaw began to feel slightly uncomfortable. "Well, yeah," she answered. "Everything's good. Really good, actually. I'll be made into a warrior once we get to...erm...wherever we're going, I think. At least, that's what Brownspot's been hinting at. I sure do hope so! I'm tired of being an apprentice now."
Tawnystone smiled, turned, and then looked back at Goldenpaw. "Well, that's wonderful. I'm going to have to leave you now, though." She bent down and gave the apprentice a brisk lick on her forehead. "Until we meet again, may your life be what StarClan intended for it to be." The she-cat padded off back to her apprentice.
The rest of the Journey was completed uneventfully for Goldenpaw, and, sure enough, when they reached Taragoff Park, Goldenpaw was given her warrior name: Goldenwing. She was ecstatic, and in her happiness, she had forgotten about the freak encounter with the CherryClan medicine cat.
However, moons later, this strange happening was brought back to her attention when she found Tawnystone dying at the RavineClan and CherryClan border. The she-cat had eaten deathberries to end her life, her misery, but had one last story to tell.
"You see, young one, you were not always from RavineClan. You were supposed to be a CherryClanner, but you weren't because of one little technicality: your father was the CherryClan leader and I was the CherryClan medicine cat. Nightstar was strong, brave, and he knew what was right. He was so very just. It was just this one mistake he made, falling in love with me, and mine was falling in love with him. Not to say that you were a mistake, of course,"
The tortoiseshell coughed a racking cough, one that seized her whole body. "I don't have long to talk," she wheezed, "so don't speak, my warrior.
"Anyway, when I found out that I was to have kits, I did everything I could to make sure that no cat would ever find out besides Nightstar. He didn't know, even, until I finally told him, at which point he apologized profusely. Though what did that do? I still had you inside of me, and we had still broken the warrior code. I just simply...left my den when I knew it was time for me to kit. Luckily, I didn't show because you were the only one I was blessed with...and such a fine warrior you grew up to be. I left you on RavineClan's territory because I knew that you would be safe there; there was a patrol coming. After depositing you in a patch of garlic, it's amazing that those cats could find you. They must have thought I was such a mouse-brained fool, leaving my kit in [/i]garlic, of all things,"[/color] she purred. "But it was the only thing that would mask your scent and my scent. I traveled quickly back to the camp, and no cat knew what had happened besides Nightstar.
"After grieving for my loss of you for some time, things became harder in the forest. Cats weren't trusting each other as they used to, and we were having fox and rogue problems. That's...how Nightstar perished.
"He lost his last life in the battle with Fernstar's rogues. I already knew that this would happen. I warned him, oh, I warned him, but he wouldn't listen. His words still ring in my ears..."
Tawnystone shook her head and let the reverie leave it. "He was never seen alive again after he exited the camp that one last time. We went to mark the new border for BrookClan, and those rogues attacked all of us.
"I have walked with him in my dreams. We have both watched you grow and progress from an apprentice to a kit, as I do believe you were an apprentice when he did, and it did take some moons of begging and pleading other higher authority StarClan cats to let him come see me, much less to take me to see [/i]you."[/color]
Another cough sent spasms down Tawnystone's lean body, and she smiled at her daughter.
"I waited your whole life for this moment. Now I have met you as the beautiful warrior Goldenwing. This is not to say, of course, that you must switch your loyalties to CherryClan; that would be foolish. You're a RavineClanner, through-and-through. There's no doubt about it."[/i]
Goldenwing watched her mother die right in front of her that day. Nonetheless, the event only made her stronger, and her love for her family exists only for RavineClan now, which is, and always has been, her true family.
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anything else? --»
I'm not 100% sure about who her mentor was, but I think it was Brownspot who we decided would mentor her... My apologies if it wasn't.
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