Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2009 19:31:43 GMT -5
A Bit About You
Your Name ∙ Moira
Out of Character Name ∙ Moira; Breezy
Chatango Username ∙ NuttyTreeKitty. Pureginuis. Sandetiger
Contact Information ∙ PM. Cbox. Chatango. Staff Desk.
Other Characters You Play ∙ none
Time Zone ∙ Central.
How You Found Us ∙ that was ages ago; don't remember.Introductions
Character’s Name ∙ Breezefeather
Age ∙ 37 moons
Gender ∙ she-cat
Residing ∙ Riverclan Territory
Character Type ∙ warriorMindset
Overall Personality ∙ No stranger to loss and heartbreak, Breezefeather is the epitome of the stoic, seasoned warrior. Her demeanor is quiet and reserved, calm and controlled. At least, that's mostly the facade she puts forth to the outside world. In truth, it's a mask, a barrier, to protect her mind and her heart.
Breezefeather is actually quite similar to the kit of her youth. She's curious, and inquisitive, and she likes to know things. However, outgoing she is not, and she's very reserved. She's fully capable of being outgoing, but chooses not to be, preferring instead to hone her tongue and sharpen her wit on the cats. She's still incredibly loyal and hardworking, but she's not longer "involved."
Additional Tidbits ∙ no mate; not thinking of getting one
the family members are available for adoption; hit me up if you want one!
theme songs:
My Immortal - Evanescence
Bring Me To Life - EvanescenceReflection
Overall Appearance ∙ When you first set eyes upon this cat, you get the impression of a sleek, lean black she-cat, her pelt nigh on blue. And your eyes will stay on her as they take in the way the light reflects and refracts off her short coat. And then, after the first impression in gleaned, you look further in, starting at the very head and working your way to the furthest tip.
Her face is slightly triangular in shape, with a trim nose-bridge and a highly arching forehead. Her ears resemble triangles with round tips, and her nose is a cool, sleek black, deeper than the color of her coat. In fact, save for her eyes, the whole of her face is black. And really, the single most eye-catching feature that's to be noticed of Breezefeather's face is her eyes. Brilliantly green with hidden depths that hint at her inner soul, the irises provide a refreshing contrast of color to the monotonous black, a sole splash of color, if you will.
The monotone of black continues down to her body, providing a wonderful coat in which to hide her physique. The physique in question is hardened and solid, musculature bulging out ever so slightly - really, not the flashy, body-builder sorts of muscle but a more subtle kind: the kind where you don't know it's there until it's used. And when it's used, you can only just barely see it, the slight ripples of fur and skin as the muscles beneath work.
With her long limbs, Breezefeather is capable of far-reaching paces; the limbs are vaguely evocative of a horse's leg, and sometimes it's remarked that perhaps she should have been named Horsekit rather than Breezekit. It certainly fits, what with her lengthy legs and long, rope-like tail. Alas, such is not the case.Backstory
Family History ∙ Before Breezefeather and her siblings were born, their father, Ravenwing, mated with another she-cat and sired a litter of two toms, these toms being the older half-brothers of Breezefeather.
Family ∙
father; Ravenwing; 86 moons; elder
mother; Littlesong; 75 moons; senior warrior
full sister; Mousestep; 37 moons; warrior
full brother; Rainstorm; 37 moons; warrior
paternal 1/2 brother; Brightclaw; 43 moons; warrior
paternal 1/2 brother; Wildbelly; 43; warrior
Birthplace ∙ Riverclan nursery
Background ∙ I could bore you with the usual facts that are put into a history -- Breezefeather was born in the Riverclan camp to the tom Ravenwing and the queen Littlesong, as one of three, blah blah blah -- however, that's never any fun. Quite frankly, Breezefeather's kithood was boring and uneventful. She didn't steal out of the camp countless times, run into a badger and miraculously drive it away without a single scratch on her pretty pelt. Nor did she fight her first battle while one moon old, journey beyond the beyond before she was three moons old, and save all of catdom before she'd even reached her sixth moon. No. Nuh uh. Didn't happen.
Breezefeather's kithood was quite normal and almost staid. She was born in the nursery, middle sister to two brothers. Six moons were spent under the careful eye of Littlesong, playing with Rainkit and Mousekit, visiting the elders for stories, and all sorts of other cliched kit activities that can be done within the camp. And when her sixth moon begun, Breezekit was no more, replaced instead with Breezepaw.
As an apprentice, Breezepaw was full of energy, inquisitive, curious, and blatantly ignorant of the mental boundaries that others set forth. Her mentor was a lovely sort, kind and committed, patient so some extent and open to questions. She was also a harsh taskmistress, and set in place the rock-solid foundation of loyalty and sense of commitment that drives the she-cat today.
It was during her apprenticeship that Breezepaw learned the fine arts of stalking, hunting, fighting, fishing, and swimming, to state a few. She went on hunting missions, attended gatherings, and even fought in battles. She struck up friendships with other apprentices and welcomed newer apprentices unto the fold. Her bestest friend was Greenpaw, her arch-nemesis Graypaw, and her secretest crush was Birchpaw. And before long, the young she-cat was granted a great honor, she was appointed Breezepaw no more, instead Breezefeather, a warrior in her own right.
Breezefeather's brother became Rainstorm, and her sister became Mousestep. Greenpaw became Greenfoot, Graypaw Graypoppy, and Birchpaw, Birchpaw became Birchclaw. Breezefeather herself began to become quite attached the Birchclaw, and during this time could be seen following the tom around. Oh, it wasn't the only thing that she did. She hunted, and she went on patrols, to say nothing of attending gatherings and running with her friends. Her infatuation with the tom was incredibly obvious to all but Birchclaw himself, and even then the tom had an idea of what was going on. He, however, didn't really understand the full depth of Breezefeather's feeling for him, and did something that the she-cat still today cannot think back on without pain, anger, and a profound sense of loss and betrayal.
For Birchclaw took a mate. It wasn't something extraordinary or even out of the ordinary, but to Breezefeather, it was a devastating turn of events. Somehow, she could never voice what she felt, and thus Birchclaw bypassed her in favor of another che-cat. It smacked of betrayal to the she-cat, she who had had loyalty drilled into her. It was no such thing, of course, but in the eyes and mind of the Riverclan warrior, it was a grievous offense. Swiftly on the heels of betrayal was a deepening sense of loss. She'd let her chances go past, and had lost the opportunity to be Birchclaw's one and only.
Quite frankly, we should all be surprised that it didn't drive Breezefeather mad. The emotions she received from the perceived betrayal mixed together to form a heady and agonizing cocktail, something that one so young really shouldn't have the fortitude or even the need to deal with. But somehow, the warrior dealt with it. It took a bit, the warrior spiraling into a depression, but with the help of her siblings and her best friend, Breezefeather managed to pull through. However, even though she scraped and clawed her way out the of pits of depression, something was left behind, something emotional and far too primal to name; it was replaced by a colder, cooler thing, something that coiled up inside of her gaping heart and blocked all entries and exits.
It's just as well, anyways, because a cruel twist of irony sprang forth into the world when Birchclaw was attacked by a monster and brutally murdered. His death pained Breezefeather a great deal, but the cold, cool thing inside her forbade reaction other than the normal clan grieving - a sight that caused many to worry, even more so than her depression concerned the clan.
After her depression, Breezefeather's outlook on life was to distance herself from things. Her relationships with others faltered and fizzled to the point of mere acquaintanceship. Her family tried to stick by her, but they just couldn't click like they used to. Graypoppy became not a nemesis, but a mere cocklebur in her pelt. The only one that stuck by the warrior through and through was Greenfoot, kind, sweet, gentle Greenfoot. And Breezefeather, despite her pain and effort, continued to care.
They were still fairly young in this point of time, neither having had apprentices. It didn't look like Breezefeather would ever get one; Greenfoot, however, became a mentor. It was an ill-fated match, the apprentice being belligerent and cocky, Greenfoot not as strong a teacher as she should have been. And so, when the apprentice attempted to chase a rabbit across a thunderpath (the same one as Birchclaw died on) the foolish young tom paid no heed to his mentors warning and cries, and he dashed out into the path. Arrogance, rather than curiosity, killed the cat, when a monster came tearing through and Greenfoot, protective cat that she was, shoved the apprentice out of the way and was obliterated.
This death, more so than Birchclaws death, affected Breezefeather profoundly. It didn't have any life-altering affects, but it instilled a deep and heavily inflamed grief that she never shook off. It was the final straw, that which shut her off to the extent that she's shut off now. She's a warrior of the clan, but not exactly a warrior of the clan. She's a part of it, but she apart from it. And that's how it's been for a while. That could change, given the right circumstances. How likely that is, however, is up in the air...Sample
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--Moira