Post by northwind on Mar 16, 2009 21:58:46 GMT -5
Northwind
Gender: Female
Age: 28 moons
Clan: RavineClan
Rank: Warrior
Short: Chocolate bengal tabby she-cat with vivid green eyes
Appearance: Northwind is truely a stunning -cat, whose elegant beauty has captured the hearts of many toms, one in particuler. One would think that a brown coat is merely bland, but on her, it is striking. A rich chocolate brown that when the sun hits it, shines like liquid gold. Overlaying this is swirling ebony markings like a bengal tiger that add to her elegance and majestic appearance.
But despite the fact that her coat is so remarkable, its the way she holds herself like really draws the attention. She holds herself as a lioness, even though she is really the size of a house cat. Small paws barely skim the surface of the ground, leaving little trace of her ever gracing it. Her head is small and shapely, etched with delicate features, a small pink nose, large eyes, and finely pointed ears. Despite her small size, there is evidence of strength, small but strong muscles are apparent when she bends into a crouch or springs out on a piece of prey. Her figure is lithe and willowy and she walks as if nothing could trouble her. You will never see Northwind's head hanging down in shame or frustration. Whenever she is greeted, her head is upright, her eyes bright, and her tail erect.
Speaking of her eyes, they are a mystery within themself. Blue or green...not many cats have come upon a definate answer, although all remember Northwind's eyes. Her eyes are mostly a vivid emerald, dark as the leaves and as dazzling a color. The confusion comes from the shades of blue hues woven within the green. In the right light, her eyes are as deep and as rich of a blue as the oceans. In the forest, the light reflects off them and they look quite green. But one thing everyone can agree on is that they are simply stunning. Large almond-shaped eyes set off by the dark richness of her pelt. Toms have stumbled head over heels when Northwind flashes one look from those eyes and sends them away stuttering, as if they were hit by a thunderbolt. With her pelt, stance, and eyes, Northwind cuts an exquisite figure.
Personality:
Like the wind, Northwind's personality varies depending on her mood.
There is no denying her exceptional mothering to Cinderpaw. She worries about his trips to his brother's grave, even though she too knows the pain on Talonpaw's death. She always makes time to spend with her son, even with his busy life as an apprentice and hers as a warrior. She tries to maintain the close bonds they have and knows that a family to him is very important.
Northwind is a loyal cat, to her son, to her friends, and to her mate Tallstone. Her loyalty to her son is undeniable, she would sacrifice anything for his well being. If a cat earns her trust, they can expect a loyal friend that will stay with them until the path ends with StarClan. Tallstone also holds her loyalty, her respect, and trust for staying with her and being a loving father to her sons, even if he might not be the real father.
Genuine sweetness radiates from Northwind's being. She goes out of her way to take care of everyone and notices and remembers little things about everyone in the clan. Everycat, from the smallest kit to the leader is treated with respect. The kits and apprentices adore her because she never talks down to them. She always makes time for everycat and makes them feel important.
Unfortunately she does have a stubborn streak. She doesn't like to admit she is wrong and she has an outgoing and confident personality that can sometimes get her into situations. Her confidence inspires her to speak her mind to even the highest ranks, and sometimes it is out of her place. But she is able to take criticism and after mulling it over, is able to understand her mistake and move on.
She also craves adventure and the unknown. This desire is most likely what led her to Castro in the first place. She has a burning curiosity which hurts her ability to make sound and rational decisions 100 percent of the time. She thinks with her heart and sometimes not with her head. But she reconizes this ability in herself and relies on friends and her family to keep her in check.
Her likes are as varied as the wind itself. She likes change, even the smallest surprise in her life is cause for celebration. She adores kits and apprentices and hopes someday to get her own. She is drawn to mystery and things she can't quite grasp. She adores her own son and she admires confidence and strength. Northwind likes being with other cats and she loves to talk and listen to others.
Northwind hates the ordinary. She despises when she is respected only for her beauty and grace. She dislikes empty beauty and when that is looked upon before anything else. She doesn't like routine and will go out of her way to walk different paths or hunt different prey. She doesn't like it when cats flatter other cats and dislikes it when cats are not honest. She also doesn't like pity and feels it is a waste of time. She also doesn't like when cats complain about things they can easily change.
History:
Northwind started out life as Northkit, born to two respected RavineClan warriors. Everything was fairly normal, her mother, Fernstep was a beautiful warrior and her father, Dustwing was handsome in his own regard. They were blessed by a beautiful she-cat kit, the only one of the litter.
Northkit was raised by her two loving parents, played games with the other kits, and was fawned over by the rest of the clan. Everycat admires beauty and Northkit's natural goodness and charm only enhanced her looks.
She was apprenticed at six moons to an older male, Stonetail, and she proceeded with her training. She learned to hunt and fight with the best of them, using her natural agility to good use. But Northpaw craved something more. Her life had became routine, ordinary, and at that time, she despised ordinary. She had the love of the clan and the smitten toms, Tallpaw in particuler. He followed her around like a silly kittypet, only too willing to do everything she asked. She didn't have to work for much of anything, the respect of her parents, the love of a tom, they fell to her as natural as the rain and after awhile, it lost its value. Her life continued like this until she met Castro.
It was on an early morning hunt. Her mentor had allowed her for the first time to go alone, as long as she stayed close to the camp. The sun danced on her pelt and she continued her hunt eagerly, excited for a momentary break from her mundane life. She caught the sight of a brown pelt and pounced without thinking. With a yowl, the brown tom moved sharply out of the way and Northpaw hit the dirt. She got up and brushed herself off. With a sigh, she prepared for the tom to notice her, stutter a bumbling apology, and fall all over himself. Surprised, she realized he was still staring at her, his eyes flashing.
"What ya do that for?" he scowled. "Watch it next time!"
Instead she found herself blushing, unable to form a single word. Her blue eyes scanned his appearance and found him to be of average size, with a stunning brown tabby pelt of mixed hues and flashing gray eyes that were sitll gazing intently at her, expecting something.
"Er...sorry," she mumbled, brushing the dust off her coat. "Won't happen again," she babbled.
He nodded, satisfied with her answer and walked off, disapearing into the brush, before she even learned his name.
The next day she ran to the forest again and was delighted to see the golden loner hunting, so delighted that she didn't even think to scare him away from RavineClan territory.
"What do ya want?" he asked crossly. With that, began their friendship. Eventually she learned his name, Castro, and his status as a loner, and she shared her own name and life. He listened, but not with the reverance of the apprenticed toms back at camp. Tallpaw would drop everything if she spoke a single word to him. But Castro was impossible to hold in her paws, like water he kept slipping away and like water, she yearned to see him again. He was the unknown, the event she had waited for, and the unexpected surprise she craved. Finally she could work for something, his love and respect.
But it was never to be. With a jolt of fear and dread, she realized she was pregnant with kits. When Castro heard this, he slipped away from her one last time like a shadow and she never saw him again. She was still an apprentice and the clan would erupt in scandel if they learned about Castro. Luckily they sped up her warrior ceremony to Northwind and when asked about her kits' father, she replied with a small smile and a single word, "Tallstone". He was estatic of course, delighted to be a father to the glorious Northwind's kits. Once again, after a brief interlude, the world fell back into place for Northwind, no questions asked. She slipped back into her position as quickly as she had left it.
Moons later she gave birth to two male kits, brown tabbies. No one could have doubts that the kits weren't Tallstone's and she breathed a sigh of relief. She decided to dedicate herself to her kits, Talonkit and Cinderkit.
Alas, her life would once more be hit with tragedy. Talonpaw was killed, she failed her role as a mother, to protect her kit at all cost. The cat so much like her, charming personality, already had the clan fawning over him, and with the looks of Castro. Perhaps it was better he was taken to StarClan, before he too could feel the crushing weight that she had felt through her youth, not having to work for anything, every ordinary and unremarkable day another blow.
Her life now revolves around Cinderpaw, her son, so much like Tallstone. She will do anything for him and she lives to make him happy and see him grow up to something respectable, to defy his brother's still looming shadow and make something great of himself.
Gender: Female
Age: 28 moons
Clan: RavineClan
Rank: Warrior
Short: Chocolate bengal tabby she-cat with vivid green eyes
Appearance: Northwind is truely a stunning -cat, whose elegant beauty has captured the hearts of many toms, one in particuler. One would think that a brown coat is merely bland, but on her, it is striking. A rich chocolate brown that when the sun hits it, shines like liquid gold. Overlaying this is swirling ebony markings like a bengal tiger that add to her elegance and majestic appearance.
But despite the fact that her coat is so remarkable, its the way she holds herself like really draws the attention. She holds herself as a lioness, even though she is really the size of a house cat. Small paws barely skim the surface of the ground, leaving little trace of her ever gracing it. Her head is small and shapely, etched with delicate features, a small pink nose, large eyes, and finely pointed ears. Despite her small size, there is evidence of strength, small but strong muscles are apparent when she bends into a crouch or springs out on a piece of prey. Her figure is lithe and willowy and she walks as if nothing could trouble her. You will never see Northwind's head hanging down in shame or frustration. Whenever she is greeted, her head is upright, her eyes bright, and her tail erect.
Speaking of her eyes, they are a mystery within themself. Blue or green...not many cats have come upon a definate answer, although all remember Northwind's eyes. Her eyes are mostly a vivid emerald, dark as the leaves and as dazzling a color. The confusion comes from the shades of blue hues woven within the green. In the right light, her eyes are as deep and as rich of a blue as the oceans. In the forest, the light reflects off them and they look quite green. But one thing everyone can agree on is that they are simply stunning. Large almond-shaped eyes set off by the dark richness of her pelt. Toms have stumbled head over heels when Northwind flashes one look from those eyes and sends them away stuttering, as if they were hit by a thunderbolt. With her pelt, stance, and eyes, Northwind cuts an exquisite figure.
Personality:
Like the wind, Northwind's personality varies depending on her mood.
There is no denying her exceptional mothering to Cinderpaw. She worries about his trips to his brother's grave, even though she too knows the pain on Talonpaw's death. She always makes time to spend with her son, even with his busy life as an apprentice and hers as a warrior. She tries to maintain the close bonds they have and knows that a family to him is very important.
Northwind is a loyal cat, to her son, to her friends, and to her mate Tallstone. Her loyalty to her son is undeniable, she would sacrifice anything for his well being. If a cat earns her trust, they can expect a loyal friend that will stay with them until the path ends with StarClan. Tallstone also holds her loyalty, her respect, and trust for staying with her and being a loving father to her sons, even if he might not be the real father.
Genuine sweetness radiates from Northwind's being. She goes out of her way to take care of everyone and notices and remembers little things about everyone in the clan. Everycat, from the smallest kit to the leader is treated with respect. The kits and apprentices adore her because she never talks down to them. She always makes time for everycat and makes them feel important.
Unfortunately she does have a stubborn streak. She doesn't like to admit she is wrong and she has an outgoing and confident personality that can sometimes get her into situations. Her confidence inspires her to speak her mind to even the highest ranks, and sometimes it is out of her place. But she is able to take criticism and after mulling it over, is able to understand her mistake and move on.
She also craves adventure and the unknown. This desire is most likely what led her to Castro in the first place. She has a burning curiosity which hurts her ability to make sound and rational decisions 100 percent of the time. She thinks with her heart and sometimes not with her head. But she reconizes this ability in herself and relies on friends and her family to keep her in check.
Her likes are as varied as the wind itself. She likes change, even the smallest surprise in her life is cause for celebration. She adores kits and apprentices and hopes someday to get her own. She is drawn to mystery and things she can't quite grasp. She adores her own son and she admires confidence and strength. Northwind likes being with other cats and she loves to talk and listen to others.
Northwind hates the ordinary. She despises when she is respected only for her beauty and grace. She dislikes empty beauty and when that is looked upon before anything else. She doesn't like routine and will go out of her way to walk different paths or hunt different prey. She doesn't like it when cats flatter other cats and dislikes it when cats are not honest. She also doesn't like pity and feels it is a waste of time. She also doesn't like when cats complain about things they can easily change.
History:
Northwind started out life as Northkit, born to two respected RavineClan warriors. Everything was fairly normal, her mother, Fernstep was a beautiful warrior and her father, Dustwing was handsome in his own regard. They were blessed by a beautiful she-cat kit, the only one of the litter.
Northkit was raised by her two loving parents, played games with the other kits, and was fawned over by the rest of the clan. Everycat admires beauty and Northkit's natural goodness and charm only enhanced her looks.
She was apprenticed at six moons to an older male, Stonetail, and she proceeded with her training. She learned to hunt and fight with the best of them, using her natural agility to good use. But Northpaw craved something more. Her life had became routine, ordinary, and at that time, she despised ordinary. She had the love of the clan and the smitten toms, Tallpaw in particuler. He followed her around like a silly kittypet, only too willing to do everything she asked. She didn't have to work for much of anything, the respect of her parents, the love of a tom, they fell to her as natural as the rain and after awhile, it lost its value. Her life continued like this until she met Castro.
It was on an early morning hunt. Her mentor had allowed her for the first time to go alone, as long as she stayed close to the camp. The sun danced on her pelt and she continued her hunt eagerly, excited for a momentary break from her mundane life. She caught the sight of a brown pelt and pounced without thinking. With a yowl, the brown tom moved sharply out of the way and Northpaw hit the dirt. She got up and brushed herself off. With a sigh, she prepared for the tom to notice her, stutter a bumbling apology, and fall all over himself. Surprised, she realized he was still staring at her, his eyes flashing.
"What ya do that for?" he scowled. "Watch it next time!"
Instead she found herself blushing, unable to form a single word. Her blue eyes scanned his appearance and found him to be of average size, with a stunning brown tabby pelt of mixed hues and flashing gray eyes that were sitll gazing intently at her, expecting something.
"Er...sorry," she mumbled, brushing the dust off her coat. "Won't happen again," she babbled.
He nodded, satisfied with her answer and walked off, disapearing into the brush, before she even learned his name.
The next day she ran to the forest again and was delighted to see the golden loner hunting, so delighted that she didn't even think to scare him away from RavineClan territory.
"What do ya want?" he asked crossly. With that, began their friendship. Eventually she learned his name, Castro, and his status as a loner, and she shared her own name and life. He listened, but not with the reverance of the apprenticed toms back at camp. Tallpaw would drop everything if she spoke a single word to him. But Castro was impossible to hold in her paws, like water he kept slipping away and like water, she yearned to see him again. He was the unknown, the event she had waited for, and the unexpected surprise she craved. Finally she could work for something, his love and respect.
But it was never to be. With a jolt of fear and dread, she realized she was pregnant with kits. When Castro heard this, he slipped away from her one last time like a shadow and she never saw him again. She was still an apprentice and the clan would erupt in scandel if they learned about Castro. Luckily they sped up her warrior ceremony to Northwind and when asked about her kits' father, she replied with a small smile and a single word, "Tallstone". He was estatic of course, delighted to be a father to the glorious Northwind's kits. Once again, after a brief interlude, the world fell back into place for Northwind, no questions asked. She slipped back into her position as quickly as she had left it.
Moons later she gave birth to two male kits, brown tabbies. No one could have doubts that the kits weren't Tallstone's and she breathed a sigh of relief. She decided to dedicate herself to her kits, Talonkit and Cinderkit.
Alas, her life would once more be hit with tragedy. Talonpaw was killed, she failed her role as a mother, to protect her kit at all cost. The cat so much like her, charming personality, already had the clan fawning over him, and with the looks of Castro. Perhaps it was better he was taken to StarClan, before he too could feel the crushing weight that she had felt through her youth, not having to work for anything, every ordinary and unremarkable day another blow.
Her life now revolves around Cinderpaw, her son, so much like Tallstone. She will do anything for him and she lives to make him happy and see him grow up to something respectable, to defy his brother's still looming shadow and make something great of himself.
