Sheepfur

[Sheepfur]

names: Sheepkit Sheeppaw Sheepfur
gender: Female/she-cat
age: 18 moons
clan: WindClan
rank: Warrior

personality:
Nosy
Sheepfur, this she-cat, is so incredibly nosy. She wants to know everything that is happening all the time in every place with every cat. There is no scrap of news that she wishes to escape her attention, and she wants to know it all. It doesn’t really matter what it is – from what what’s-his-name caught while hunting or that Suzy-Face and Mr. Dude were having an affair behind Hurr-hurr-boy’s back, it almost always boosts Sheepfur’s mood exponentially. It could even be a story from a kit about how a leaf almost fell on its head and she would obsess over it in her mind for the next few days. So it might get sort of crowded in there, but it is always fine for Sheepfur (after all, she lives in her mind, just as everyone else does). Gossip is as vital to this she-cat as food and water; without it, she could very well crumble into a little lump of white fluff. However, with her low standards, it really doesn’t take much to lift her from such a depressed stupor.
Family-Oriented
Now, many people may wonder, “Wait, are we playing Sims here or something?” when they see this. No. It’s just that Sheepfur’s world revolves around family. Since she was a kit, she always daydreamed and fancied that she’d meet a handsome tom who’d ride away with her into the sunset (of the WindClan camp, that is) and create lots of kittens with her. That is her main goal in life, really, and it’s a very simple one: have as many kittens as possible with as few males as possible (hopefully landing a mate very early on). She’s so very desperate and so she sometimes forgets about the romance aspect of a relationship, as she just wants to stay in the nursery and take care of all the kits with the other queens. Fighting and hunting are not things that this female particularly enjoys, and so she would much rather do what she loves and knows she can do: care for kits.
Loyal
As much as a cat can say against this kit-adoring she-cat, there is one thing about her that could be at least moderately lauded, and it happens to be her loyalty. There is only one Clan for her, and that’s WindClan, and so to even think a tomcat outside of WindClan to be attractive is very much against her moral code. The warrior code is what’s important when it isn’t threatening the safety of the family, which Sheepfur basically considers to be WindClan. She may not be the most neurotically protective mother and she-cat, but she does stick with her buddies as far as she can. She can be prone to weakness and fear and fall out, but she is, for the most part, an average Clan cat with lots of loyalty. Should she ever find a mate, she would want that one cat for the rest of her life (unless he died young, and then she’d go find another, probably).

appearance:
Sheepfur may be somewhat plain when it comes to attractiveness levels, especially when it comes to some other cats, but she is not ugly or in any way revolting to see. Her fur is long and generally clean, and it is a pristine white, like a cloud. Her nose is a bright, soft pink. Her ears are tall and rather pointed, and her tail is especially fluffy, even when compared to the rest of her pelt. She has no markings on her feathery fur; her coloring is simply white. Yes, her paw pads are pink and her ears are pink and her nose is pink (and her eyes are blue), but she is, for the most part, just white. It is her fluff and paleness that earned her her name when she was a kit, Sheepkit. Indeed, many other things could have worked, but perhaps none so much as the simple sheep, whose name does not exactly bring the idea of intelligence and swiftness to mind. This is justly so, as Sheepfur does not possess any strangely wiry build or any bulkiness. She is as plain and normal as a cat could be, and that is actually not a fact that she abhors. Even so, it’s not a particularly useful appearance for a WindClan cat.

history:
Born as an only kit to two older parents, Sheepkit was well-loved and taken care of. She had nice freedoms, but her parents knew when to pull the leash a bit closer, and so she was not spoiled at all. Her mother, Cloudflower, was a loving she-cat who only died because of an accident at the Twoleg’s place with the horses and sheep on the way to a Gathering. What could perhaps be seen as ironic there was that Sheepfur’s father was named Horsemask, and it was an escaped horse that trampled Cloudflower. Sheepfur was apprenticed and had an uneventful time there. Her father was a sort of romantic who instilled lots of ideas and ideals within Sheepfur, since her mother died a moon after she was made an apprentice.

To say that Sheepfur’s life has been eventful thus far would be the grossest lie ever told since the colonists promised peace to the American Indians (not that the cats know anything of that). However, when she was out hunting as an apprentice with her father and mentor, there were some rogues who were trespassing. The WindClan cats chased them off, but Horsemask was severely wounded in the process. The medicine cat was unable to revive a dead cat, as he told then-Sheeppaw. Devastated at the loss of both of her parents, then-Sheeppaw moved to live a bit more in a fantasy each day. During her vigil after her warrior ceremony, she snapped in a way. Mainly what happened was that she snapped out of her fantasies, but she still clung far more fiercely than most might have. Since then, though, nothing has really happened on the moors for this kitty.

sample rp:
Check Stagshadow

characters: Stagshadow, Swanfrost
c-box name: Rabiddog

(Don't shoot me for any type of boring-ness or failnames or anything <_< >_> prettyplzzzz |D')

[cricketleap.]

Accepted! Sheepfur seems like such a doll! I can't wait to RP with you! :3