Post by Sare « on Jul 18, 2010 20:00:29 GMT -5
Kinkfoot
she-cat ,, fifty-seven moons ,, thunderclan ,, medicine cat
A P P E A R A N C E
Orange, black, and white calico she-cat with pale green eyes and a broken foot.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
>> antisocial
Kinkfoot is a cold and isolated she-cat, quiet and very reserved. She seems to always seems to stare at the world with eyes narrowed into a glare, whether she means to or not. Knowing that a cat with a disability is often viewed as weak or lame, she always does her best to appear intimidating, especially during gatherings or when in contact with cats from other clans. Within her own clan, Kinkfoot often keeps away from other cats, only coming in contact with them when she needs to. This is not done out of being shy or hesitant to speak - any ThunderClan cat would know that if talked to, she is anything besides shy - but more so out of the will to be away from other cats. It's obvious that this she-cat has a strong dislike of any social interaction.
>> moody
It seems with lack of the ability to use her front right leg, Kinkfoot has grown easy to anger and constantly makes use of her sharp tongue. With the patience and overall personality of an aged elder with aching joints, it is of no surprise that few cats can tolerate her grumbling and angered comments. She may appear to be calm, but her mood can change into that of fury within a matter of seconds. A cat needs not do anything but take one pawstep too close to the distant she-cat in order to enrage her. Kinkfoot is known throughout ThunderClan for her terrible temperment.
>> focused
Ever since she was a young cat, Kinkfoot has always been very determined to do what she wants. She is very focused upon her duties, and is not willing to let anything distract her. Her duty is to serve ThunderClan to the best of her ability, and someday die and join StarClan knowing that she had made a positive impact upon her clan of birth. Nothing is allowed to stop her, whether it be her broken foot, a pesky clanmate, or the negativity of others. Nothing will stop this determined she-cat from getting what she wants, as long as she lives she will do all she can in her power to ensure that her wishes are fulfilled.
>> outrageously independent
Even from birth, Kinkfoot was always independent and strong-willed. A cat who mistakenly asks Kinkfoot if she needs help will quickly learn the dire mistake they have made - insulting the pride of this overly-independent she-cat is considered a crime in her book. If any cat offers her help, she will quickly refuse, determined to prove that she can do everything alone. It is likely that her independent spirit only grew bigger when she lost the use of her right foreleg.
H I S T O R Y
[ kithood ]
Kinkfoot did not always have 'Kink' as the prefix of her name. When she was kitted, she was a perfectly healthy kit named Spottedkit, as was her brother Emberkit. Both were equally rowdy, often trying to go on adventures by escaping the camp and exploring the territory, constantly play fight, and both never seeming to run out of energy. Even when younger kits were born, they never seemed to stop roughly playing around the nursery, and challenged their denmates to fights as soon as they opened their eyes. The two would never settle for a quiet game a mossball, and always had to try the most radical of ideas. The two tried several times to escape from the confinements of the camp and explore the forests, and were usually caught and sent back to the nursery with their tails drooping with disappointment. However, the few times they successfully made it into the forest, their return was never subtle enough to evade the warriors of ThunderClan, and the two were always caught when they returned. Their apprenticeship was delayed for a moon because of their escapades.
[apprenticeship]
When Emberkit and Spottedkit finally became apprentices, they had learned their lessons and both became more obedient than they had been when they were kits. Both were fairly difficult to train - sharing the same outrageous pride and independence, quick to anger, and always looking to do something that was much larger than they could handle. On the first day of their training, they were already eager to cross the border and fight ShadowClan, catch large pieces of prey, and even hunt the poisonous snakes around snakerocks. The two were a reckless pair, with no sense of patience or understanding.
It took their mentors divine patience to train the two. They were arguable some of the most difficult apprentices that any mentor has had to train. Their mentors' patience had no effect on them, and the two were always hard-headed apprentices, and never seemed to learn. The training was very slow, especially because the two would often run off and try to handle a larger mission. The two later paid dearly for this.
It took 9 long moons to train the both of them to be somewhat decent warriors who could represent ThunderClan without embarrassing the whole entire clan.
[warriorhood]
Emberheart and Spottedfur were both very excited when they finally earned their warrior names, and stayed awake throughout the whole night of their vigil, bouncing to their paws every time they heard a rustle in the bushes or a breeze blowing across their fur. Their vigil barely seemed to give them any fatigue at all, and the two eagerly awaited their first patrol on the dawn that ended their night-long wait.
Many moons passed and the two continued to be hasty and hard-headed young warriors. One day, when the two were on a hunting patrol, Emberheart spotted a thrush in a tree. He dared Spottedfur to climb up the tree and catch it, and the prideful she-cat could answer nothing but "Of course I can catch it!" She skillfully climbed up the tree without alarming the thrush, and she climbed onto the branch that the thrush was perched on. Jumping at it as if the thrush were on the forest floor, the thrush squawked with alarm and fled, and Spottedfur terribly missed the target. Her terrible aim sent her jumping off of the tree, with her right foreleg out in front in order to take most of the shock of the fall. Sure enough, a yowl loud enough to be heard throughout the territory followed the sickening 'crack!' of the bones in her right foreleg, and the terrified Emberheart quickly brought his sister back to camp.
The medicine cat confirmed that the wound could never heal, but the stubborn Spottedfur refused to retire and promised to continue being a warrior, swearing that she would go hunting as soon as she could walk again. It took many moons for Spottedfur to be able to walk, and it surprised the whole entire clan that she could even get up after the incident. The medicine cat was surely talented, and the recovery of Spottedfur was considered a miracle and a blessing of StarClan. As soon as she was able to make her way out of the medicine cat's den, the clan leader called a meeting and announced that Spottedfur would be punished for her foolish action, and would forever have to bear the name "Kinkfoot". She didn't mind the new name - it sounded more intimidating than Spottedfur. With an injury like hers, she needed everything she could to be a fierce and scary warrior, like she had always wanted to be.
Kinkfoot could never travel as fast as other cats because of her injury, but was able to cope with it. One cold leaf-bare, Emberheart and Kinkfoot were patrolling the border to investigate rumors of ShadowClan trespassing onto ThunderClan territory and stealing prey. Sure enough they saw a black tom-cat who reeked of ShadowClan, and Emberheart quickly ran at the intruder. Sensing that he had been discovered, the intruder ran across the border and Emberheart followed swiftly after him. Kinkfoot tried her best to run after the tom, but had fallen miserably far behind the two - which happened to be what saved her. A twoleg monster roared across the thunderpath and both of the cats were killed. Kinkfoot barely managed to drag Emberheart's body back to the ThunderClan camp, out of sorrow and lack of physical ability. The death of her best friend and brother caused much grief to the scarred Kinkfoot. She swore from that day on she would never grow close to another cat, terrified that she would lose another who was close to her.
It was also that day that she realized that she lacked the abilities necessary to be a warrior. She'd do her best to fight for her clan, but she felt that she could better serve as a medicine cat.
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O O C - A L I A S
Sare.
O T H E R - C H A R A C T E R S
None.
she-cat ,, fifty-seven moons ,, thunderclan ,, medicine cat
A P P E A R A N C E
Orange, black, and white calico she-cat with pale green eyes and a broken foot.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
>> antisocial
Kinkfoot is a cold and isolated she-cat, quiet and very reserved. She seems to always seems to stare at the world with eyes narrowed into a glare, whether she means to or not. Knowing that a cat with a disability is often viewed as weak or lame, she always does her best to appear intimidating, especially during gatherings or when in contact with cats from other clans. Within her own clan, Kinkfoot often keeps away from other cats, only coming in contact with them when she needs to. This is not done out of being shy or hesitant to speak - any ThunderClan cat would know that if talked to, she is anything besides shy - but more so out of the will to be away from other cats. It's obvious that this she-cat has a strong dislike of any social interaction.
>> moody
It seems with lack of the ability to use her front right leg, Kinkfoot has grown easy to anger and constantly makes use of her sharp tongue. With the patience and overall personality of an aged elder with aching joints, it is of no surprise that few cats can tolerate her grumbling and angered comments. She may appear to be calm, but her mood can change into that of fury within a matter of seconds. A cat needs not do anything but take one pawstep too close to the distant she-cat in order to enrage her. Kinkfoot is known throughout ThunderClan for her terrible temperment.
>> focused
Ever since she was a young cat, Kinkfoot has always been very determined to do what she wants. She is very focused upon her duties, and is not willing to let anything distract her. Her duty is to serve ThunderClan to the best of her ability, and someday die and join StarClan knowing that she had made a positive impact upon her clan of birth. Nothing is allowed to stop her, whether it be her broken foot, a pesky clanmate, or the negativity of others. Nothing will stop this determined she-cat from getting what she wants, as long as she lives she will do all she can in her power to ensure that her wishes are fulfilled.
>> outrageously independent
Even from birth, Kinkfoot was always independent and strong-willed. A cat who mistakenly asks Kinkfoot if she needs help will quickly learn the dire mistake they have made - insulting the pride of this overly-independent she-cat is considered a crime in her book. If any cat offers her help, she will quickly refuse, determined to prove that she can do everything alone. It is likely that her independent spirit only grew bigger when she lost the use of her right foreleg.
H I S T O R Y
[ kithood ]
Kinkfoot did not always have 'Kink' as the prefix of her name. When she was kitted, she was a perfectly healthy kit named Spottedkit, as was her brother Emberkit. Both were equally rowdy, often trying to go on adventures by escaping the camp and exploring the territory, constantly play fight, and both never seeming to run out of energy. Even when younger kits were born, they never seemed to stop roughly playing around the nursery, and challenged their denmates to fights as soon as they opened their eyes. The two would never settle for a quiet game a mossball, and always had to try the most radical of ideas. The two tried several times to escape from the confinements of the camp and explore the forests, and were usually caught and sent back to the nursery with their tails drooping with disappointment. However, the few times they successfully made it into the forest, their return was never subtle enough to evade the warriors of ThunderClan, and the two were always caught when they returned. Their apprenticeship was delayed for a moon because of their escapades.
[apprenticeship]
When Emberkit and Spottedkit finally became apprentices, they had learned their lessons and both became more obedient than they had been when they were kits. Both were fairly difficult to train - sharing the same outrageous pride and independence, quick to anger, and always looking to do something that was much larger than they could handle. On the first day of their training, they were already eager to cross the border and fight ShadowClan, catch large pieces of prey, and even hunt the poisonous snakes around snakerocks. The two were a reckless pair, with no sense of patience or understanding.
It took their mentors divine patience to train the two. They were arguable some of the most difficult apprentices that any mentor has had to train. Their mentors' patience had no effect on them, and the two were always hard-headed apprentices, and never seemed to learn. The training was very slow, especially because the two would often run off and try to handle a larger mission. The two later paid dearly for this.
It took 9 long moons to train the both of them to be somewhat decent warriors who could represent ThunderClan without embarrassing the whole entire clan.
[warriorhood]
Emberheart and Spottedfur were both very excited when they finally earned their warrior names, and stayed awake throughout the whole night of their vigil, bouncing to their paws every time they heard a rustle in the bushes or a breeze blowing across their fur. Their vigil barely seemed to give them any fatigue at all, and the two eagerly awaited their first patrol on the dawn that ended their night-long wait.
Many moons passed and the two continued to be hasty and hard-headed young warriors. One day, when the two were on a hunting patrol, Emberheart spotted a thrush in a tree. He dared Spottedfur to climb up the tree and catch it, and the prideful she-cat could answer nothing but "Of course I can catch it!" She skillfully climbed up the tree without alarming the thrush, and she climbed onto the branch that the thrush was perched on. Jumping at it as if the thrush were on the forest floor, the thrush squawked with alarm and fled, and Spottedfur terribly missed the target. Her terrible aim sent her jumping off of the tree, with her right foreleg out in front in order to take most of the shock of the fall. Sure enough, a yowl loud enough to be heard throughout the territory followed the sickening 'crack!' of the bones in her right foreleg, and the terrified Emberheart quickly brought his sister back to camp.
The medicine cat confirmed that the wound could never heal, but the stubborn Spottedfur refused to retire and promised to continue being a warrior, swearing that she would go hunting as soon as she could walk again. It took many moons for Spottedfur to be able to walk, and it surprised the whole entire clan that she could even get up after the incident. The medicine cat was surely talented, and the recovery of Spottedfur was considered a miracle and a blessing of StarClan. As soon as she was able to make her way out of the medicine cat's den, the clan leader called a meeting and announced that Spottedfur would be punished for her foolish action, and would forever have to bear the name "Kinkfoot". She didn't mind the new name - it sounded more intimidating than Spottedfur. With an injury like hers, she needed everything she could to be a fierce and scary warrior, like she had always wanted to be.
Kinkfoot could never travel as fast as other cats because of her injury, but was able to cope with it. One cold leaf-bare, Emberheart and Kinkfoot were patrolling the border to investigate rumors of ShadowClan trespassing onto ThunderClan territory and stealing prey. Sure enough they saw a black tom-cat who reeked of ShadowClan, and Emberheart quickly ran at the intruder. Sensing that he had been discovered, the intruder ran across the border and Emberheart followed swiftly after him. Kinkfoot tried her best to run after the tom, but had fallen miserably far behind the two - which happened to be what saved her. A twoleg monster roared across the thunderpath and both of the cats were killed. Kinkfoot barely managed to drag Emberheart's body back to the ThunderClan camp, out of sorrow and lack of physical ability. The death of her best friend and brother caused much grief to the scarred Kinkfoot. She swore from that day on she would never grow close to another cat, terrified that she would lose another who was close to her.
It was also that day that she realized that she lacked the abilities necessary to be a warrior. She'd do her best to fight for her clan, but she felt that she could better serve as a medicine cat.
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O O C - A L I A S
Sare.
O T H E R - C H A R A C T E R S
None.
