Post by bracken on Jul 24, 2012 11:01:11 GMT -5
Jaydapple
she-cat | Thunderclan | 17 Moons | Warrior
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Appearance
Slender form appeared more Windclan than Thunderclan, with lean limbs and a long body. Yet the she-cat was Thunderclan through and through. Muscles were not as developed as her clanmates, yet she could hold her own. Tail was rather long, able to wrap around her limbs while sitting and nearly touch the base of her tail on the other side. Ears area always sharply pointed atop her skull.
Striking green gaze was the only feature she considered beautiful concerning herself. Jaydapple had never considered her pelt lovely or physique, only her eyes. For a tabby cat she was one of a few who had no white on her body. The base of her color was a tawny brown hue, with black stripes littering her body. Among the majority of her body the stripes were close together, giving her an almost brindle effect, while down her limbs and tail the stripes were more spread out. Towards the tip of her tail the stripes became so close together after spreading out it appeared as though it was black. More lines adorned her face, stripes moving upward towards her eyes accenting the green hue more.
Personality
Friends: Jaydapple did not consider many friends, many were acquaintances, however few did she seek out to speak with on a regular basis. Even those she did consider friends she rarely spoke with at length. Jaydapple preferred her solace. Those she did consider friends were those she regularly ate with, shared tongues with, and while she wished she had more... It never seemed in her personality to seek out others. Perhaps one day she would break out of her shell and speak openly, gain friends, act as she considered a normal clan cat would.
Thunderclan: Fiercely loyal, she has never had her loyalty questioned. She is not one to speak openly during meetings or gatherings, if those even existed, yet will defend her clan should a dispute with another clan arise. Jaydapple continuously had a hard time imagining how the other clans lived, how they were able to go without trees surrounding them, the sounds of birds and squirrels everywhere. Yet perhaps to them the idea of trees encasing them was daunting. The beauty of the trees was the hunting. She enjoyed her solo hunting trips or with one other cat. Her dislike for the amount of noise groups of cats made in the forests made her tail curl and twist in annoyance. With one other cat she could hunt alone. She might not have been the best fighter, yet she considered herself a great hunter. Priding herself on always bringing in the most or largest amount of prey, although this did not always happen.
Enemies: Jaydapple had never enjoyed fighting or violence. She was always uncomfortable with attacking another cat, even during her apprenticeship when claws were sheathed. The she-cat always imagined the lives the cats she were fighting had. The parents, mates, littermates, and friends they had within their own clan. How coud she justify taking another cats life or severely injuring them? Yet if it meant protecting her clan she would harm.. kill if necessary. It is the oath she took upon becoming a warrior.
Love: Love had never appeared in Jaydapple's future. She had a hard time imagining having kits then exposing them to a lifestyle of violence and death. She wanted love, a mate, someone to confide in, at least she thought she did. Yet she was not the most social cat. She hardly sought others out, especially toms. Perhaps one day when she broke out of her shell a bit more, yet not this day. Her mother had once told her love would come as she matured and broke from the walls she put up, yet Jaydapple felt mature, the walls as strong as the sycamores.
History
Born during a typical new leaf season Jaykit and her sister Lilykit were healthy. Jaykit with her tawny, tabby coat and Lilykit with her white hue and ginger splotches. Their mother and father had seemed in love, something Lilykit dreamed of having, while Jaykit preferred the idea of exploring and hunting to finding love. Yet the sisters were close, as most littermates are. They constantly were in trouble, Lilykit following Jaykit as she explored beyond the borders set by their mother and clan. Punishments were light in retrospect, yet difficult for kits who simply wished to play.
Once six moons were reached Lilykit and Jaykit became 'paws. Lilypaw was overjoyed with her mentor a strong and outspoken she-cat who would match Lilypaw's personality, while Jaypaw had a quiet, strong fighter and great hunter for hers. She was excited at the prospect of finally hunting and exploring the woods yet things were marred by the sudden death of her father in a hunting accident. He had misjudged a gap while chasing a rabbit and fell, breaking his neck. The small family was devastated, Lilypaw doing her best to comfort their mother, while their mother became fully depressed, being unable to look at her kits. She left, for the life of a kittypet or rogue, Jaypaw did not care to know which. She saw it as a great betrayal, refusing to speak of her even to LIlypaw. Their training continued, Jaypaw finding her strengths with hunting and stalking, Lilypaw finding herself wishing to be the medicine cat apprentice, yet it was never in the cards for her. Starclan was cruel, just before their warrior assessments taking Lilypaw from Jaypaw by a large eagle that had spotted her white pelt in the dark grass in an open area. For some time Jaypaw only blamed Starclan, never understanding why they took her family from her. Perhaps this is where her fear of having kits and love, exposing all to this lifestyle came from.
She forged on, in Lilypaw's name, gaining her warrior name: Jaydapple after her apprenticeship, her mentor retiring soon after that. As a warrior she felt proud, yet terrified. Now she was responsible for more, yet with that came freedom to explore on her own, go on solo hunting trips. Things she had not been allowed to do as an apprentice. Proud of her name and rank Jaydapple ensured she was present at all meetings, or at least at first, until the desire and love of hunting took over. Giving in to her wishes for solo trips more often than not, she felt as though she were always being lightly scolded, missing her call for patrols or meetings. Perhaps it was something that would come with age as her mother had once told her, she was still young, a new warrior. She would learn... maybe.
