Wildheart

[Wildheart]

"Don’t let your victories go to your head,
or your failures go to your heart."

( N A M E ) Wildkit | Wildpaw | Wildheart
( G E N D E R ) She-Cat
( A G E ) 18 moons
( C L A N ) Riverclan
( R A N K ) Warrior

( P E R S O N A L I T Y )

You would expect any warrior to be strong, clever and cunning. But sometimes you need more then just the most obvious things to be called a true warrior. Ever since I was young I have been the more dominant one. My father called it confidence as well as the ability to lead. My father would look down at my with pride whenever I was to beat one of my brothers or sisters in a wrestling match. It was as if he knew what I could do, or even what I would become. When we were just kits my father made it clear to us. There was but one path we could follow, only one path he would let us follow. The path of a warrior. My sisters and brothers, justlike me wanted to be warriors. Every kit always dreams of hunting and fighting for the rights for their own territory. I want to feel the blood rush through me as I hunt for my survival, I want to fight to the death to protect the ones I love. So I have trained.

I have followed my heart and placed all my courage and hardwork into becoming what I have always wanted. My mother said that I was a proud cat, even froma young age I was proud, but she also said that I could bend my pride when I needed to. She called me a listener, soemone who was smart and intelligent, but wise enough to admit they are wrong for the good of their clan. I think my parents want me to become leader one day. They want me to move up high in the ranks of the Warriors. I suspose I am a little ambitious... but the thing is I am willing to wait for my chance to get to the top. I will wait, I have patience. I guess it will be tested. Not only do I want to be up there with all the great leaders, but I want a family, a mate and kits. I want all that before I through myself into the more serious life of leadership. I want to lead my clan. One day I hopefully will. My parents expect so much from me.

I've always thought I was friendly, but no one and I mean no one doesn't have enemies. I do. Even if they are in my own clan, even if theyare myown sister. I think I am a bit of I naive cat. I like to see the good in everyone, and if there is bad I try to ignore it. My sister calls me ignorant and arrorgant. I believe her. I know I see to much good. I need to look further into a cat other then what I want to see. I canbe a little stubborn and sometimes if I don't win I will keep trying until I do. I guess thatis both good and bad, because sometimes you just need to know when enough is enough. I don't look that far ahead tosee what damage my stuborness can do.

( A P P E A R A N C E )

Cats don't normally get the oppurtunity to study themselves and take in all their flaws and... well anything good. I don't quite know why I did it. I guess I was just curious. I walked for ages until I came across a puddle. i was hesitant at first to look, but I just really wanted to know for myself, because I really hadn't bothered to look before, and when I say look I don't just mean the occasional flash in a puddle or the reflection of yourself in someones eyes. I actually stood over the puddle and stared at myself. I don't really know what I was hoping to see, maybe some hero or really beautiful cat. All I can say is I just didn't expect to see whoI was.

My ear flicked with the nervousness that I was trying to rid myself of. I didn't understand why I was so worried about looking at myself in a puddle. I guess I was scared of what I was going to see. I didn't want to see someone I didn't like the look of, i wanted to see what I thought I would look like. None of the glimpses in the drops of water of a flash of what I look like in a puddle had satisfied my yearning to see who I was. That was why I was out here. I was out here to see who I really was. My worry was quickly replaced by excitement as I edged myself closer to the river that ran deep in the heart of my home.

At first I thought I was seeing things, but thenas the water became still after the light brush of my breath I realised that was what I looked like. I saw black fur that wrapped itself around my body like those things that the monsters wore. Except mine was long and blacker then night. It looked natural and my black nose didn't stick out like I thought it would. I had grinned in happiness, showing off my sharp white teeth that gleamed in the morning light. My eyes flickered to meet my reflections and I blinked in surprise. One of my eyes was a beautiful green, not like an emerald colour, but lighter. It was like the colour of a new leaf sitting in the shade. Then my other why was a green, just like the other eye except to me it looked a tiny bit darker, I don't know if I was imagining it. I looked a bit wild. I looked... beautiful. I stood up hurriedly and took one last look at the cat in the puddle, she had a broad chest and long, strong pwoerful legs that could easily swim through water as well as kick and bit an enemy. The only difference I saw was that my chest and shoulders weren't as broad as other cats in my clan, they were slightly more narrowed and I guessed that was why I was the fastest cat in my clan, as well as agile.

( H I S T O R Y )

Everyone has a mum and dad, even if your is dead or has been replaced, no matter who you are or what you say you can't deny the fact that you have a mum and dad. Only asexual animals and creatures don't have both. I have a mum and dad. I have sisters and brothers. I was born soemwhere in the middle of my brothers, it went one two then me, then another brother and two sisters. I know what you are going to say six kits? That is a lot, it was a lot, but the thing is a cat isn't made to carry and have that many, well that is what my mum told me, so to her it was no shock when one of my sisters died shortly after birth. She was the smallest, they called her Pee Wee or the runt. I soon learnt that she had died because she hadn't developed properly.

After that mum looked at us differently as if we were all she had. I didn't really understand why she was so upset she didn't even know the thing. But my feelings changed after I watched some nights when my mum would leave us in the nursery and she would walk into the forest for hours. It would feel like moons befreo her warm fur would come back to us. She always smelled of the forets and the pines. I loved it, it made me crave even more to head out there. I wanted adventure and I was curious to see what was past the den, but mother wouldn't allow it. Then one day she let us. It was if I had never seen outside before even though I saw it everyday. It feltamazing to feel the softmoist dirt under my soft paws and I soon showed my brothers and sisters who was boss.

My kit hood was normal to everyones, there was nothing strange about it. Then I became an apprentice and I spent moons training as hard as I could to be the best that I could be. My mentor was so proud of my and I was proud of myself. I fought hard for myself and learnt how to swim. I tried to learn everything I could. I wanted to prove to everyone that I was strong willed and not weak. I wanted to prove it to myself. I haevn't yet found myself a friend. The other apprentices shunned me. I didn't know why until I heard them talking about me. They were jealous. My two brother becam my only company, occasionally my sister would join us, but she didn't really fancy hanging with us, she preferred the company of the older ones. I have fought in battles, battles that my Clan has one and lost. It hasn't phased me. I will fight for my Clan against great odds no matter what. I will protect everyone I love with my life, evenif they don't feel the same way. Then not so long ago I became a warrior. I was surprised that I was anmed with the older apprentices, as my brother and sisters watched on. But my brothers weren't jealous they greeted me proudly, only my sister sulked. My mother and father were so proud of me and even the other newly named warrior greeted me as one of their own, and in a way I was.

( S A M P L E | R P ) A character bio from another website.

( C H A R A C T E R S ) None

( C - B O X | N A M E ) Spirit

( O T H E R ) I just thought I should mention that I don't mind writting in third person or first, I'm all for it xD

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Accepted! And writing in first person is fine (: