Post by Howlingsong on Oct 20, 2011 23:59:45 GMT -5
Howlingsong
names: Howlingsong
gender: She-cat
age: 30 Moons
clan: RiverClan
rank: Queen
Mother: Runningheart
Father: Otterscream
Mate: Darkstrike, unnamed tom from another Clan
kits: Starlingpaw, Blackpaw, currently pregnant
personality:
Howlingsong is what you might call a tad bit OCD (Obsessive compulsive disorder). She likes things neat and tidy, and always in their place. She’ll spend hours cleaning out a den, a nest, or a nursery, (or even her daughter’s fur) because she feels it isn’t clean enough, or she sees something that has to be taken care of. Despite her slight oddness, she is a fairly easy-going she-cat. Her obsession spills over into her family; she seems obsessed with her new litter (often neglecting to remember that Starlingpaw and Blackpaw are her kits too). This doesn’t make her a bad mother; on the contrary, before she became pregnant with her second litter, Starlingpaw and Blackpaw were her world. Unfortunately, now that she’s going to have new kits to look after, Howlingsong has sort of forgotten about them, fostering resentment from her now apprenticed kits. She can be a bit oblivious at times (as is the case with Starlingpaw and Blackpaw) but she does try to keep up with everything. Her heart is always set in the right place, she just tends to get her wires-crossed from time to time. Her main concerned is her kits, and her family, and she would do absolutely anything to keep them safe. As such, when danger threatens, she can tend to over-react a bit (but she does try to tone it down, for the most part). She’s really a bit of a first, but she doesn’t follow through on anything; she just likes getting her way with a few eye-bats and sweet words.
appearance:
Howlingsong is a rather husky she-cat. She has long, lean legs, and short, smooth fur. Her paw pads are a bright, sea-shell pink, as are the inside of her ears. Her nose is a dull brown color, and she has dainty, delicate paws that look almost too small for her body size. Her tail; is long, and not as lush as most cats (though still rather fluffy). Her pelt is a pale tawny color, almost a bright orange underneath. She has black tabby stripes throughout and a rather lovely and uniquely spiraled marking on top of her head. Her whiskers are short, and white and her eyes are a vibrant, almost piercing gold, softened only by the love she has for her kits.
history:
Howlingsong was born to Otterscream and a she-cat named Runningheart of RiverClan. When she was young, her parents, who were not mates at the time, decided it would be best if they remained only friends, and thus, Howlingsong saw that not all families could be held together by blood alone. Because of the splitting up of her sire and dam, she got it into her head that one must absolutely and truly love their mate to ever make a family work out. Even as a kit she seemed to pick up on emotions fairly easily, which made her rather sensitive to things. Because of this, she tended to be a bit of a crybaby as a kit, but soon learned, once she was apprenticed, that she couldn’t act like a kit anymore. She began to grow stronger, mentally, physically and emotionally, and soon became a rather good apprentice (if she did say so herself). She was never late for her duties, always performed them promptly and to the best of her abilities, and she never skipped a beat. However, there was one thing in her life that made her take pause and act like a love struck kit; Darkpaw. Darkpaw was her fellow apprentice, a very handsome tom, and someone she admired from the get-go. Darkpaw, however, seemed oblivious to the affections of the young she-cat, and, being a few moons older than her, tended to stick more to his age-group than to pal around with Howlingsong. When Darkpaw became a warrior, Howlingsong was sitting in the front row, her eyes shining with pride, and her voice raised the loudest; her simple affections had soon grown to an unrequited love, and it was this love that caused her to often trip over her own paws in an attempt to impress Darkpaw, now Darkstrike. It was on one of these particular days, when she was trying to catch the biggest fish in the stream to impress Darkstrike, who she’d been paired up with for a hunting patrol, that Howlingsong fell headfirst, yowling, into the river. Darkstrike didn’t hesitate, and dove in after the apprentice, immediately coming to her rescue (even though she didn’t need it; she was a RiverClan cat and could swim just fine). After her dragged her out. Howlingsong asked him quietly why he’d tried to save her, and that he should’ve known she could’ve swam to safety. Darkstrike stumbled over his words, addled and embarrassed, and finally admitted that he didn’t want to see her get hurt because he cared about her. Howlingsong was stunned, even as Darkstrike waited nervously for her to say something. She just as quickly confessed her own feelings for him, and shyly admitted that she’d cared deeply for him since they were apprentices. Darkstrike and Howlingsong were, after that, madly, and deeply in love. When Howlingsong became a warrior, it was Darkstrike who looked up with shining eyes and called her name the loudest. Not long after she became a warrior, Howlingsong was pregnant with her first litter, who were soon to be Starlingkit and Blackkit. On the day of their birth, Darkstrike and Howlingsong were the proudest parents alive, and neither could leave their kits for more than a few seconds, nor could they talk about them without beaming with love and happiness. Howlingsong nurtured and doted on her beloved kits, as did Darkstrike, who was a wonderfully attentive father. Soon enough, it was time for their kits to be apprenticed, and Howlingsong, ever the dutiful mother, groomed them so hard she nearly bowled them over as she beamed with unabashed pride, Darkstrike at her side doing the same. It seemed like a fairytale life for Howlingsong…until she met him. It was on a late night border patrol, when Howlingsong had gone off to check something on her own, that she bowled into the tom from another Clan; quite literally. She was ready to claw his eyes out for trespassing, when he admitted that he’d been watching her over the border, and that she was, in all honesty, the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Flattered and embarrassed by the praise, Howlingsong warmed up to the tom, and, despite her misgivings and guilt, she began meeting him at the border late at night to chat, and run, and simply enjoy having fun. She returned at daybreak to her nest beside Darkstrike, always shooting him a guilty look before she settled down to sleep. It wasn’t long before she was heavy with her second litter, but this time, unbeknownst to Darkstrike, the kits were not his. They belonged to the tom from another Clan. Howlingsong was frightened, nearly terrified out of her fur, but she said nothing, and instead, let Darkstrike believe they were his kits. But the truth always wins out, no matter how hard we try to keep it hidden. Always.
sample rp: See Stormbelly
characters: Snowfur, Stormbelly, Littlekit, Otterscream
c-box name: Milky
names: Howlingsong
gender: She-cat
age: 30 Moons
clan: RiverClan
rank: Queen
Mother: Runningheart
Father: Otterscream
Mate: Darkstrike, unnamed tom from another Clan
kits: Starlingpaw, Blackpaw, currently pregnant
personality:
Howlingsong is what you might call a tad bit OCD (Obsessive compulsive disorder). She likes things neat and tidy, and always in their place. She’ll spend hours cleaning out a den, a nest, or a nursery, (or even her daughter’s fur) because she feels it isn’t clean enough, or she sees something that has to be taken care of. Despite her slight oddness, she is a fairly easy-going she-cat. Her obsession spills over into her family; she seems obsessed with her new litter (often neglecting to remember that Starlingpaw and Blackpaw are her kits too). This doesn’t make her a bad mother; on the contrary, before she became pregnant with her second litter, Starlingpaw and Blackpaw were her world. Unfortunately, now that she’s going to have new kits to look after, Howlingsong has sort of forgotten about them, fostering resentment from her now apprenticed kits. She can be a bit oblivious at times (as is the case with Starlingpaw and Blackpaw) but she does try to keep up with everything. Her heart is always set in the right place, she just tends to get her wires-crossed from time to time. Her main concerned is her kits, and her family, and she would do absolutely anything to keep them safe. As such, when danger threatens, she can tend to over-react a bit (but she does try to tone it down, for the most part). She’s really a bit of a first, but she doesn’t follow through on anything; she just likes getting her way with a few eye-bats and sweet words.
appearance:
Howlingsong is a rather husky she-cat. She has long, lean legs, and short, smooth fur. Her paw pads are a bright, sea-shell pink, as are the inside of her ears. Her nose is a dull brown color, and she has dainty, delicate paws that look almost too small for her body size. Her tail; is long, and not as lush as most cats (though still rather fluffy). Her pelt is a pale tawny color, almost a bright orange underneath. She has black tabby stripes throughout and a rather lovely and uniquely spiraled marking on top of her head. Her whiskers are short, and white and her eyes are a vibrant, almost piercing gold, softened only by the love she has for her kits.
history:
Howlingsong was born to Otterscream and a she-cat named Runningheart of RiverClan. When she was young, her parents, who were not mates at the time, decided it would be best if they remained only friends, and thus, Howlingsong saw that not all families could be held together by blood alone. Because of the splitting up of her sire and dam, she got it into her head that one must absolutely and truly love their mate to ever make a family work out. Even as a kit she seemed to pick up on emotions fairly easily, which made her rather sensitive to things. Because of this, she tended to be a bit of a crybaby as a kit, but soon learned, once she was apprenticed, that she couldn’t act like a kit anymore. She began to grow stronger, mentally, physically and emotionally, and soon became a rather good apprentice (if she did say so herself). She was never late for her duties, always performed them promptly and to the best of her abilities, and she never skipped a beat. However, there was one thing in her life that made her take pause and act like a love struck kit; Darkpaw. Darkpaw was her fellow apprentice, a very handsome tom, and someone she admired from the get-go. Darkpaw, however, seemed oblivious to the affections of the young she-cat, and, being a few moons older than her, tended to stick more to his age-group than to pal around with Howlingsong. When Darkpaw became a warrior, Howlingsong was sitting in the front row, her eyes shining with pride, and her voice raised the loudest; her simple affections had soon grown to an unrequited love, and it was this love that caused her to often trip over her own paws in an attempt to impress Darkpaw, now Darkstrike. It was on one of these particular days, when she was trying to catch the biggest fish in the stream to impress Darkstrike, who she’d been paired up with for a hunting patrol, that Howlingsong fell headfirst, yowling, into the river. Darkstrike didn’t hesitate, and dove in after the apprentice, immediately coming to her rescue (even though she didn’t need it; she was a RiverClan cat and could swim just fine). After her dragged her out. Howlingsong asked him quietly why he’d tried to save her, and that he should’ve known she could’ve swam to safety. Darkstrike stumbled over his words, addled and embarrassed, and finally admitted that he didn’t want to see her get hurt because he cared about her. Howlingsong was stunned, even as Darkstrike waited nervously for her to say something. She just as quickly confessed her own feelings for him, and shyly admitted that she’d cared deeply for him since they were apprentices. Darkstrike and Howlingsong were, after that, madly, and deeply in love. When Howlingsong became a warrior, it was Darkstrike who looked up with shining eyes and called her name the loudest. Not long after she became a warrior, Howlingsong was pregnant with her first litter, who were soon to be Starlingkit and Blackkit. On the day of their birth, Darkstrike and Howlingsong were the proudest parents alive, and neither could leave their kits for more than a few seconds, nor could they talk about them without beaming with love and happiness. Howlingsong nurtured and doted on her beloved kits, as did Darkstrike, who was a wonderfully attentive father. Soon enough, it was time for their kits to be apprenticed, and Howlingsong, ever the dutiful mother, groomed them so hard she nearly bowled them over as she beamed with unabashed pride, Darkstrike at her side doing the same. It seemed like a fairytale life for Howlingsong…until she met him. It was on a late night border patrol, when Howlingsong had gone off to check something on her own, that she bowled into the tom from another Clan; quite literally. She was ready to claw his eyes out for trespassing, when he admitted that he’d been watching her over the border, and that she was, in all honesty, the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Flattered and embarrassed by the praise, Howlingsong warmed up to the tom, and, despite her misgivings and guilt, she began meeting him at the border late at night to chat, and run, and simply enjoy having fun. She returned at daybreak to her nest beside Darkstrike, always shooting him a guilty look before she settled down to sleep. It wasn’t long before she was heavy with her second litter, but this time, unbeknownst to Darkstrike, the kits were not his. They belonged to the tom from another Clan. Howlingsong was frightened, nearly terrified out of her fur, but she said nothing, and instead, let Darkstrike believe they were his kits. But the truth always wins out, no matter how hard we try to keep it hidden. Always.
sample rp: See Stormbelly
characters: Snowfur, Stormbelly, Littlekit, Otterscream
c-box name: Milky
