Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2010 2:05:06 GMT -5
A Bit About You
Your Name ∙
Out of Character Name ∙ Kaida
Chatango Username ∙
Contact Information ∙ purplexstripe14@aim.com
Other Characters You Play ∙ None at the time
Time Zone ∙ EST
How You Found Us ∙ Browsing the internetsIntroductions
Character’s Name ∙ Coalpaw (Coaltail)
Age ∙ 7 moons
Gender ∙ She-cat
Residing ∙ Windclan Camp
Character Type ∙ ApprenticeMindset
Overall Personality ∙ Although daring and protective, Coalpaw holds her opinions quite strong agianst others. She doesn't take kindly to kittypets or rouges and will voice her opinion if she's given the chance. Her tongue can be quite sharp when it comes to the matter of juding another. Sarcasm runs in her veins and, unfortuantely, it can find her in a massive load of trouble time to time. Soft spot for kits.
She’d personally give her life for her clan. Has the issue of worrying if a younger cat in the clan ends up missing. Coalpaw has the tendency to ask, “Why’s” and “How comes” constantly when things just don’t seem right. Has mild respect for elders unless they become ‘snappy’ at her. Gentle, caring, and rather kind when caught off guard.
Additional Tidbits ∙ none.Reflection
Overall Appearance ∙ A solid gray with a dark black stripe running straight down her back. Her tail is completely black. Her front and black paws are white forming "socks". Her chest is white and it reaches up to her lower maw. Rather small and thin, but makes up for so with force and speed. Nose is a solid dark-gray; whiskers as well. Rather proportionate despite her ears which are rather large giving her an ‘awkward’ appearance. Coalpaw’s eyes are a burning amber color that always appear alert and alive. Hair is short all amongst body.Backstory
Family History ∙ Her mother fell in love with a kittypet. Once she was born she was given to another Queen of Windclan to assure her Warrior life. Her mother then turned to the soft-life of a kittypet with her remaining kits. She was never seen agian, but the fostering-Queen had told Coalkit about them – she once met her father as well to her distaste.
Family ∙ Father: Smokey [Kittypet] ; Mother: Birchfoot [Warrior turned to kittypet life] ; Siblings: Never encountered
Birthplace ∙ Not too far from camp amongst a huddle of shrubs. Once born, Smokey took the kits to a Twoleg area whilst her mother quickly brought Coalkit to the camp.
Background ∙ Her distaste for kittypets is considered ‘hypocritical’ from those who know about her bloodline. Many just assume that her mother had died and the father remained unknown amongst the clan. This never seemed to raise any suspicions amongst anyone in particular. Many just grieved over the loss of their dear clanmate, Birchfoot. However, so much more lay behind the she-cat.
Coalkit grew up rather confident in her descendent. Her foster-mother Cherryclaw told fabulous stories of how brave and strong her mother, Birchfoot, had been. Countless times she had bravely gone into battle fierce with the firey-intention to keep her clan safe. Coalkit would always squeak with enthusiasm as she heard more and more about her mother’s pastlife. The foster-Queen would always give a gentle smile – keeping the secrets of her mother’s destruction of the Warrior code to herself.
Until, at least, one day, Coalkit piped up with her usual questions when she was shy of four moons. “How come you never speak of my father?” Cherryclaw held her tongue for a moment before perusing the question. “You father was a kittypet,” she mewed as softly and gently as she could. Puzzled at first, Coalkit let out a soft hiss of disbelief. “Why would lie to me? My father had to have been brave and as loyal as my mother!” Cherryclaw sighed gently before wrapping her tail around the kit protectively. “We’ll meet your father soon,” she reassured the disdained kit.
A few days later, the young cat was brought beyond the safety of the camp and out into the territory. She was well groomed despite her hisses and spats of not believing her father being a kittypet. “Riverclan, Thunderclan, even Shadowclan! Anything but a kittypet, Cherryclaw!!” Her amber eyes seemed to plead with disbelief for it in any form at all. “Now don’t be so mouse-brained,” the Queen snapped softly. The two sat patiently at the edge of Windclan territory. “You never know,” she mewed as she rasped her tongue over the kit’s ears once more. “You may grow to like him.” Looking up once more, she scanned the border. “If he ever does appear,” she murmured to herself. Coalkit bristled with annoyance. “I’ll send that kittypet – father or not – running off our territory before he can mew mouse!”
The Queen was about to scold Coalkit until a scent came to her senses. “Hold your tongue – I think that’s him.” Standing to her paws, she began to call out. “Smokey? Is that you?” Coalkit spat in distaste, the fur beginning to settle on her shoulders. “Smokey! How ridiculous.” In the distance, a gray tom poked his head out from behind a small shrub. “...” “Smokey, you stupid furball.” Coalkit was amused by the Queen’s insult – until she realized it had only been teasing.
As the two cats padded closer, Coalkit simply pressed to the Queen’s side. “So how’s Birchfoot?" Cherryclaw asked the tom. He simply chuckled. “You mean ‘Socks’ now? Pleasant. Her kits are all growing well.” Once more, the kit spat in distaste for the useless kittypet names. This brought the tom’s attention to her. “Hrm? Who’s this?” he mewed with curiosity, sniffing towards the young cat. “Coalkit,” the Queen meowed as she fixed a hardened gaze on the kit. She and the tom resembled quite closely despite the white paws and chest she recieved from her mother. “Your kin.”
In response, Coalkit hissed in fury. “My mother was a brave and loyal warrior to Windclan. She would never go along with a kittpet like you!” The tom simply let out a mrrow of amusement. “Really, now? I think it’s time I told you what Cherryclaw here has not.” Despite her bristling fur, Coalkit pressed forward to hear the tom’s words.
He went on and explained how they had fallen in love despite his kittypet lines. They met each other in secrecy in this very area. Cherryclaw was the only other cat to know of the relations. She was highly against it, but never spoke a word. Soon, Birchfoot’s stomach swelled with the promising of kits – and the expecting-Queen had decided that the life of a Warrior was no longer meant for her or her kits.
"I begged her not to." Cherryclaw sighed. She had settled down with her paws tucked beneath her. Coalkit had sat in silence throughout the tale. “She only agreed to let one of her young grow up to the ‘pitiful life’ she had grown to dislike so much. My litter of kits had… well, died due to the harsh leaf-bare. So I took you in.”
The tom – whom had been laying on his side – stood to his paws. “Now that you know the truth, you’re welcome to come up to the farm to visit whenever you like.” Cherryclaw blinked towards the kit who had gotten up to face her. “Cherryclaw… thank you.” Her amber eyes then whipped up towards the tom. “If I ever catch you on our territory when I’m a Warrior, I’ll shred you to bits,” she hissed icily. “Tell my pitiful mother that too, and her soft-life kits she kept with her!”
With a flick of her tail, she stalked off back towards camp – ignoring any and all dangers that she may have come across. The older she-cat stood to her paws and began to stalk after the dark gray kit. However, she flashed a look of sympathy towards the tom before catching up to the smaller she-cat.
Two moons or so later, Coalkit entered apprenticeship as Coalpaw and has not brought up the matter since then. Her distaste for kittypets had increased beyond Cherryclaw’s reasoning. She remains grateful towards the Queen – but holds her bloodline a secret from anyone else’s. When her mother, Birchfoot, is ever brought up, she simply holds her tongue in distaste.
Although she has not done all too much in training yet, Coalpaw has shown signs of a loyal, keen warrior. The matter of her pastime doesn’t bother her – let alone come to mind – unless brought up by another.Sample
Coalpaw wasn’t supposed to be outside of the camp. She was barely an apprentice and had no experience of the world outside of her camp. However, this didn’t seem to taint her curiosity. As she wandered farther and farther from her home, new, wonderful scents filled her nostrils. “Oh, Starclan! This is amazing!” A nearby scuffling caught her attention, causing her to drop down to her stomach. Perhaps it’s a mouse! As she unskillfully stalked forward, another scent wafted by her. It was familiar – for she had scented it before on other warriors whom had come home, covered in bites and wounds. Fox! Without notice of the scent being stale, she quickly raced off; back to the safety of the camp.
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--Coalpaw
