app: Rookfeather

Behind the Name

Rook|| For her dark pelt
Feather|| To represent her soft features and stealth.

Personality

Rather opinionated, though by no means irritating, Rookfeather knows when it's better to hold her tongue than to let loose with a barrage of words. She is skilled at throwing verbal barbs, though she saves those for cats who get on her bad side - something that is surprisingly hard to do, and is usually a gentle speaker with nothing but praise.

All around she is a happy she-cat, choosing to try to look on the brighter side of things than let them drag her down. She never hesitates to try to lift her clans spirits, and is somewhat of the jester of her peers - getting a laugh out of someone is something she enjoys. She is rather intelligent - something that makes up for her lack of physical strength - and prides herself on usually being able to out-think her foes and trap prey almost every time.

Though, despite all of this, she is sometimes rather shy and quiet around cats she is not too familiar with.

Appearance

Very, very tall for a she-cat, her long legs make it easy for her to lope around, a long, slender tail helping to keep her balance, though she tends to flit around as she's walking, picking her way along the ground in irregular patterns, though she's slowly growing out of that. She has a slightly elongated head, which slopes up a bit, leading to two tall proud ears, and two large observant eyes nestled below her dark audits. As large as she is, she is quite slim though her thicker winter coat may suggest otherwise, and her dainty paws show her gender quite clearly.

She is what is known as a 'ghost tabby'; an almost black cat with actual black stripes cutting through her pelt, like a tabby cat. Her eyes are two different colors - one green and one yellow, giving her a distinguishing look.

History

Born into the cozy confines of the Shadowclan nursery, Rookfeather was the middle child of the three kits her mother gave birth to, the oldest being Willowspot, her sister, and the youngest being Weaselnose, her brother. They had a standard kithood together, getting into trouble, leaving the nursery to 'explore' the camp, though surprisingly none of them ever got hurt or scrambled too far away. 

As an apprentice, Rookfeather developed almost a small sort of social anxiety - she didn't think she was good enough to become a warrior, though her mentor assured her he had been just as bad to start out, and she slowly but surely overcame her aversion to training and failure. Though by the end of her training her fighting skills were still fairly standard if not a bit weaker than the average, she was certain no other apprentices could match her hunting prowess - she averaged at around one of two kills strong when the prey was running well.

After receiving her warrior name a bit earlier than her sister, but later than her brother (he was a quick learned that Weaselnose), she was surprised to receive her own apprentice after only a moon or so had passed. Though she supposed this wasn't unusual, but she felt a little young to be mentoring a cat already. Either way, she accepted Laurelpaw as her apprentice, though the she-cats affections have started to make her slightly nervous and warm.

Family

Mother: Brightface (Pretty, pale brown torite with a white face and yellow eyes)
Father: Greytail (Very, very tall grey-brown tabby with pale green eyes)
Siblings: Willowspot (grey tortie she-cat with green eyes), Weaselnose (pale brown tabby tom with fiery yellow eyes)
Mentor: Bearfoot (hulking brown tom with massive paws)

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