Post by CRICKETSONG on Mar 23, 2015 23:05:52 GMT -5
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Cricketsong has a pelt the color of the stones on the banks of the river, save for a milky-white chest and underbelly. Her fur is medium-length, but her tail has longer, fluffier fur. Her bright, curious eyes have a similar color to the algae that gathers in stagnant puddles in her territory. Cricketsong is lean for a RiverClan cat, but under her pelt lies hard muscle.
Cricketsong can be considered very friendly -- to the right cats, of course. She's usually quiet around cats from other Clans, but she isn't cold unless she feels they've earned it. She likes to observe, and also revels in any situation that requires a considerate amount of thought. Her favorite part of battle, other than fighting for her Clanmates, is strategy. She almost likes to make it a game. But she still prefers to try and seek a peaceful, claws-sheathed solution first.
Nothing is more important to Cricketsong than loyalty. She firmly believes one cannot be "lukewarm" in their priorities without "being a coward". However, she understands that many different situations call for loyalty, and sometimes they can cause conflict. In this case, Cricketsong's loyalty is to doing the right thing. Her Clanmates are very important to her, and she does anything she can to do right by them.
Despite her arguably sound moral code, Cricketsong still is very hard on herself if she does anything she considers "wrong" -- even if it seems to be no big deal. She gives herself little room for error, though it can be tricky to tell what she considers to be an error or not. Because she fears failure to a certain degree, Cricketsong still likes to train in private, despite not being an apprentice anymore.
When Cricketsong has a goal, she will do almost anything and everything to achieve it. She considers herself a good friend, so whenever she sees a cat that is troubled about something, she won't usually stop trying to figure out what the problem is and how to help fix it. For those she loves, there is no limit to how hard she is willing to push herself.
Cricketsong loves spending time with the elders in her Clan. Even though she isn't an apprentice anymore, she doesn't mind doing anything for them. When she isn't hunting, on patrol, privately training, or swimming, you can bet she's in the elders' den listening to stories.
Cricketpaw wasn't too different personality-wise as an apprentice than she is today. Quiet, a thinker, loyal, peaceful... So it was a shock when she was assigned to be the apprentice of a tom called Fleetfoot -- the most callus, battle-hungry tom in the Clan. Of course, he was a loyal RiverClan warrior, and not evil in the slightest; he just liked the feeling of his claws through an enemy's fur.
Fleetfoot did not appreciate his new apprentice's preference for peace, and they quarreled constantly about it. More than a few arguments ended so badly, Cricketpaw had been ordered to care for the elders for a whole two moons... By herself. Depressed by the sneaking suspicion her views didn't matter, Cricketpaw cared for the elders in silence. Finally one of the elders, a she-cat called Minnowtail, asked her why she looked so down. Cricketpaw bitterly voiced her thoughts about Fleetfoot, and an old tom named Puddlesplash snapped that she should have more respect for her mentor, or at the very least keep her mouth shut when they had different opinions. He argued that Fleetfoot was there to teach her to be the best warrior she could be, and just because he was more quick to unsheathe his claws didn't mean she had nothing to learn from him.
From then on, Cricketpaw decided to take Puddlesplash's advice, and payed more attention to the content of their training sessions, rather than resent Fleetfoot. As two moons passed, Cricketpaw was still going to the elders' den regularly to talk to her new friends while she took care of them. When the day came that Cricketsong finally earned her name, she appreciated everything that had helped her get to that point. The beginning of her vigil was surreal as she thought about the endless possibilities from then on... The new warrior could never have imagined how the rest of the vigil played out.
Two foxes slipped into the camp from behind her, the wind blowing toward them. She didn't notice them until she heard a screech from the elders' den. Cricketsong scrambled to her paws and ripped across the clearing, yowling a warning to her Clanmates before she flung herself on the back of the bigger one. The warriors followed and Cricketsong's gaze flooded with the crimson fog of rage. When it cleared, the foxes were racing away, whimpering, and blood stained her paws and chest fur.
Terrified for her friends, she pushed her way into the den and saw the fur was missing on Puddlesplash's flank, and Minnowtail no longer had her ears or right eye. Both were bleeding out, and with a feeling of defeat, Cricketsong knew they were on their way to StarClan. There was nothing she could do but share tongues with them one last time, sitting with them until the very end.
Cricketsong
| Stone-colored she-cat with a white chest and green eyes | ||
| She-cat | 30 moons | Tenacious |
| RiverClan | Warrior | Disciplined |
appearance
Cricketsong has a pelt the color of the stones on the banks of the river, save for a milky-white chest and underbelly. Her fur is medium-length, but her tail has longer, fluffier fur. Her bright, curious eyes have a similar color to the algae that gathers in stagnant puddles in her territory. Cricketsong is lean for a RiverClan cat, but under her pelt lies hard muscle.
personality
Cricketsong can be considered very friendly -- to the right cats, of course. She's usually quiet around cats from other Clans, but she isn't cold unless she feels they've earned it. She likes to observe, and also revels in any situation that requires a considerate amount of thought. Her favorite part of battle, other than fighting for her Clanmates, is strategy. She almost likes to make it a game. But she still prefers to try and seek a peaceful, claws-sheathed solution first.
Nothing is more important to Cricketsong than loyalty. She firmly believes one cannot be "lukewarm" in their priorities without "being a coward". However, she understands that many different situations call for loyalty, and sometimes they can cause conflict. In this case, Cricketsong's loyalty is to doing the right thing. Her Clanmates are very important to her, and she does anything she can to do right by them.
Despite her arguably sound moral code, Cricketsong still is very hard on herself if she does anything she considers "wrong" -- even if it seems to be no big deal. She gives herself little room for error, though it can be tricky to tell what she considers to be an error or not. Because she fears failure to a certain degree, Cricketsong still likes to train in private, despite not being an apprentice anymore.
When Cricketsong has a goal, she will do almost anything and everything to achieve it. She considers herself a good friend, so whenever she sees a cat that is troubled about something, she won't usually stop trying to figure out what the problem is and how to help fix it. For those she loves, there is no limit to how hard she is willing to push herself.
Cricketsong loves spending time with the elders in her Clan. Even though she isn't an apprentice anymore, she doesn't mind doing anything for them. When she isn't hunting, on patrol, privately training, or swimming, you can bet she's in the elders' den listening to stories.
history
Cricketpaw wasn't too different personality-wise as an apprentice than she is today. Quiet, a thinker, loyal, peaceful... So it was a shock when she was assigned to be the apprentice of a tom called Fleetfoot -- the most callus, battle-hungry tom in the Clan. Of course, he was a loyal RiverClan warrior, and not evil in the slightest; he just liked the feeling of his claws through an enemy's fur.
Fleetfoot did not appreciate his new apprentice's preference for peace, and they quarreled constantly about it. More than a few arguments ended so badly, Cricketpaw had been ordered to care for the elders for a whole two moons... By herself. Depressed by the sneaking suspicion her views didn't matter, Cricketpaw cared for the elders in silence. Finally one of the elders, a she-cat called Minnowtail, asked her why she looked so down. Cricketpaw bitterly voiced her thoughts about Fleetfoot, and an old tom named Puddlesplash snapped that she should have more respect for her mentor, or at the very least keep her mouth shut when they had different opinions. He argued that Fleetfoot was there to teach her to be the best warrior she could be, and just because he was more quick to unsheathe his claws didn't mean she had nothing to learn from him.
From then on, Cricketpaw decided to take Puddlesplash's advice, and payed more attention to the content of their training sessions, rather than resent Fleetfoot. As two moons passed, Cricketpaw was still going to the elders' den regularly to talk to her new friends while she took care of them. When the day came that Cricketsong finally earned her name, she appreciated everything that had helped her get to that point. The beginning of her vigil was surreal as she thought about the endless possibilities from then on... The new warrior could never have imagined how the rest of the vigil played out.
Two foxes slipped into the camp from behind her, the wind blowing toward them. She didn't notice them until she heard a screech from the elders' den. Cricketsong scrambled to her paws and ripped across the clearing, yowling a warning to her Clanmates before she flung herself on the back of the bigger one. The warriors followed and Cricketsong's gaze flooded with the crimson fog of rage. When it cleared, the foxes were racing away, whimpering, and blood stained her paws and chest fur.
Terrified for her friends, she pushed her way into the den and saw the fur was missing on Puddlesplash's flank, and Minnowtail no longer had her ears or right eye. Both were bleeding out, and with a feeling of defeat, Cricketsong knew they were on their way to StarClan. There was nothing she could do but share tongues with them one last time, sitting with them until the very end.
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