Falconpaw | ThunderClan | Apprentice | She-cat
Mar 25, 2010 20:55:39 GMT -5
Post by .Rain. on Mar 25, 2010 20:55:39 GMT -5
Name: Falconpaw
Age: Nine moons
Do you Honor?: StarClan, but Midnight says otherwise.
Mate:
Kits:
Gender: She-cat
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Apprentice
Breed: Randombred
Appearance:
Age: Nine moons
Do you Honor?: StarClan, but Midnight says otherwise.
Mate:
Kits:
Gender: She-cat
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Apprentice
Breed: Randombred
Appearance:
A tall, long-legged female is she. Falconpaw looks older than she is due to her size, but her kit fur is stubborn and even well into her apprenticeship she has not lost all of it. She usually looks like a half-grown kit, except for her size. Although her legs are long, the rest of her body is large enough to make them look less out of proportion.Personality:
Her fur is dark grey, with a slight blue tinge to it. In the dark, she looks black to most cats. Her coat is long and thick, soft due to the kit-fur that she still hasn't lost. Even once all of her adult fur takes its place, Falconpaw's fur will still be luxuriously soft. She hates her fur for every reason she can think of. It makes her look even larger than she already is, but she looks younger because of its kit-softness. She is always warm unless it is leafbare, and even then she doesn't know what it feels like to be cold. She hates the color because it is dark, and it makes her feel more connected to Midnight.
The one thing that Falconpaw actually likes about herself is her bright green eyes. She loves that they are unique, and she loves that they aren't dark.
Falconpaw, at first glance, is a cat who couldn't hurt another soul. She goes out of her way to be kind to every cat, rarely thinking about herself. She is an unnaturally good fighter, and often helps the other apprentices perfecting their moves. She avoids play-fighting and sparring, however, and hates fight training.History:
Really, she tries to avoid training in general. She hates the scent of blood, and she's afraid of the dark. Most cats think that she's afraid of fighting as well. When she was a kit, Willowstar entertained the idea of making her a medicine cat apprentice, but the plan fell through once cats realized how much skill she really had, even as a kit.
Sometimes it seems as if Falconpaw isn't truly herself. She keeps it a secret as best as she can, but she hears a little voice in the back of her head. She calls the little voice Midnight, because for some reason that she cannot grasp, it needed to have a name. Sometimes Falconpaw seems downright evil, and without morals. Some cats just think that she's moody, but others have guessed closer to the truth.
The problem is, Falconpaw doesn't actually know what the truth is. Midnight has been in her head for as long as she can remember, and sometimes she isn't sure what part of herself is Falconpaw, and what part of herself is Midnight. Sometimes she is easily confused, and she changes her opinion constantly. She can't be called on to make decisions, at all.
Kithood: Falconkit was born the only kit to a queen named Blackfur and a warrior named Sootstep. She was a normal kit at first, but her parents quickly noticed her extreme mood swings. One day she would be the sweetest kitten they could ask for, and the next she would purposefully hurt another kit while play-fighting.Roleplay Example:
She stopped play-fighting when she began to realize the presence of Midnight, the little voice in her head. Falconkit never told anyone, not even her parents. Midnight told her that they would die if she told, because she was carrying an important secret. She was born impressionable, and the little voice in her head changed her. She did her best to fight it, and still does.
She soon began to notice a trend. Midnight was less likely to appear when she was in the light, and she began avoiding the dark however possible. Even at night she would leave the nursery to sleep in a beam of moonlight, a behavior that scared her parents half to death.
Apprenticeship: Falconkit was apprenticed to Willowstar as Falconpaw, a fact that truly frightens her. She is afraid that Midnight is trying to take over ThunderClan, although the voice in her head has told her nothing of the sort. She notices, however, that when she loses control and Midnight takes over, she is always rougher when training.
The other apprentices tend to avoid her due to her extreme mood swings, but she has a few friends who understand. She is thankful for those friends, because sometimes she thinks they're the only thing keeping her from letting Midnight take over entirely.
"Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!"Pictures:
Falconpaw was glad to be out of camp, far from where the other cats could hear her. Midnight wouldn't quiet herself. Every time Falconpaw tried to do anything, Midnight would jabber away in that raspy voice. It was distracting. She couldn't concentrate in the least, and had just let another mouse get away.
She didn't exactly like hunting. The scent of blood seemed to drive Midnight into a frenzy, but she had to help provide for her Clan. She had to be a model apprentice. She was Willowstar's apprentice, she had to be perfect.
No you don't. No... you can be perfectly imperfect. Eat the prey for yourself.
"Shut up!" she shouted, hissing at an enemy that she couldn't fight.
Careful, dear. Don't want to get too angry, do we? After all, you hate letting me have any fun.
FalconpawCodeword:
Midnight told Falconpaw to kill it.
