Post by Kitten on Jun 29, 2013 20:09:30 GMT
Kitten
31 MOONS - FEMALE - HETEROSEXUAL
KITTYPET
USER: Grey
31 MOONS - FEMALE - HETEROSEXUAL
KITTYPET
USER: Grey
Behind the Name
Midnight longed for the forest, for a hint of the home and the tradition she once held. But it was far too late, she'd made the decision and Cherrystar would not let her return. So, in remorse and longing, she named her darling kits warrior prefixes.
Twolegs, though, never listen to the mother's opinion. When her oldest black kit received new housefolk she also received a new name. It wasn't long till her warrior name was forgotten.
Perhaps at one point in time Kitten thought it was cute, to be forever a kitten snuggle warm in a nest was certainly a hopeful prospect. But with her new "friend" came a new outlook. He used it in disdain, making fun of her age and innocence. She loathed her name.
Now it seems that it does nothing for her one way or other. It is just a name, something one could not choose or take pride in.
Twolegs, though, never listen to the mother's opinion. When her oldest black kit received new housefolk she also received a new name. It wasn't long till her warrior name was forgotten.
Perhaps at one point in time Kitten thought it was cute, to be forever a kitten snuggle warm in a nest was certainly a hopeful prospect. But with her new "friend" came a new outlook. He used it in disdain, making fun of her age and innocence. She loathed her name.
Now it seems that it does nothing for her one way or other. It is just a name, something one could not choose or take pride in.
Personality
Kitten is strong, and she knows it. While her body may not be built thin and regal, or small and cute, her mother's genes have given her the gift of broad shoulders and strong muscles. Picasso also plays his part as well in keeping her fit and practiced in self defense. She's got a great stamina, and is highly resilient to repeated attacks. But as a result her body is slow. This may not seem like much of a personality description, but it is what makes Kitten who she is.
Her personality reflects her body in that it is equally as bold and unmoving. She's quick to anger, and doesn't hesitate to give a feisty and blunt retort. Her mind is certainly not the sharpest, though, and while she is intelligent, it is slow to work. She is also not the trusting one, Picasso has taught her as much. He has made her overly protective of her things for fear of loosing them to the large cat, or any cat. Because of his constant threat she has learned from a young age to put up a strong front, and to never let it falter to show weakness. A strong, tom-like cat is less likely to be picked upon and abused.
But with the bad, also comes the good. Kitten has a great sense of humor that shows up constantly. She enjoys playing jokes on anyone and everyone, and often will help out younger cats with their escapades. Before snapping she will always laugh, and instead of holding a grudge she simply needs to get in a good scuffle. Insults seems to roll off of her and she will either join in, or somehow make a joke of it. Indeed, it takes a lot to get under her skin. She's used to it all, all the rude comments and cruel gestures a cat could throw. Nothing phases her anymore.
Her slow mind processes may be seen as a liability, but instead it serves her well. Instead of immediately taking off to participate in a rouges battle, or flinging herself to one side or the other, she'd rather take her time to make a decision. It is always better to think something over, in her opinion, then to make a snap choice. Plus, the world holds more then enough time and if you wait long enough even the coldest of hearts can change. It can then be said that she is patient, and also as a result of her slow moving constitution she is loyal. It takes a lot for her to change an opinion once made, or a decision (whether bad or good).
Because of Picasso she also harbors a hatred towards toms. She simply doesn't trust them, and feel they will abuse a soft she-cat the first chance they can get. This makes her highly defensive of any female that may be in an abusive relationship. Kitten would not hesitate to step in and put the tom in his place.
With her hard exterior, though, comes an internal conflict. The she-cat feels she lacks feminine beauty and grace, and imagines herself unfit for being a mate or a mother. Outwardly she scorns the soft and slender females that are oh so pretty and gentle, but secretly she envies them. While she'll roll off a snide remark about her appearance, inside she's taking it to heart. She certainly does not fit the stereotypical forms of beauty, and to that she could never argue.
Her personality reflects her body in that it is equally as bold and unmoving. She's quick to anger, and doesn't hesitate to give a feisty and blunt retort. Her mind is certainly not the sharpest, though, and while she is intelligent, it is slow to work. She is also not the trusting one, Picasso has taught her as much. He has made her overly protective of her things for fear of loosing them to the large cat, or any cat. Because of his constant threat she has learned from a young age to put up a strong front, and to never let it falter to show weakness. A strong, tom-like cat is less likely to be picked upon and abused.
But with the bad, also comes the good. Kitten has a great sense of humor that shows up constantly. She enjoys playing jokes on anyone and everyone, and often will help out younger cats with their escapades. Before snapping she will always laugh, and instead of holding a grudge she simply needs to get in a good scuffle. Insults seems to roll off of her and she will either join in, or somehow make a joke of it. Indeed, it takes a lot to get under her skin. She's used to it all, all the rude comments and cruel gestures a cat could throw. Nothing phases her anymore.
Her slow mind processes may be seen as a liability, but instead it serves her well. Instead of immediately taking off to participate in a rouges battle, or flinging herself to one side or the other, she'd rather take her time to make a decision. It is always better to think something over, in her opinion, then to make a snap choice. Plus, the world holds more then enough time and if you wait long enough even the coldest of hearts can change. It can then be said that she is patient, and also as a result of her slow moving constitution she is loyal. It takes a lot for her to change an opinion once made, or a decision (whether bad or good).
Because of Picasso she also harbors a hatred towards toms. She simply doesn't trust them, and feel they will abuse a soft she-cat the first chance they can get. This makes her highly defensive of any female that may be in an abusive relationship. Kitten would not hesitate to step in and put the tom in his place.
With her hard exterior, though, comes an internal conflict. The she-cat feels she lacks feminine beauty and grace, and imagines herself unfit for being a mate or a mother. Outwardly she scorns the soft and slender females that are oh so pretty and gentle, but secretly she envies them. While she'll roll off a snide remark about her appearance, inside she's taking it to heart. She certainly does not fit the stereotypical forms of beauty, and to that she could never argue.
Appearance
Large yellow eyes rest upon her softly rounded muzzle and face. A rich dark pelt covers her form, but in the sun's light reddish tints shine through. The medium long hairs hide an assortment of small scars and nicks, and are sleek with health and her housefolk's care. Overall this average sized she-cat appears round and soft, but broader shoulders and rippling muscles give her body a hard and stocky effect.
History
Batwing was still a young warrior when her first love fell upon the battlefield. Sure, he was able to hobble back to the ThunderClan camp, but it wasn't even a moon later that he died of infection. She was heart broken. But as if StarClan was not finished in fulfilling some sort of curse, four moons later her father was hit by a monster upon the Thunderpath. It shattered his leg, and earned him a new name as well as place within the elder's den. He would never fight again.
The flighty she-cat had had it. She could not last one moment longer in such a dangerous world, and she would never dream of bringing kits into such a life. So when she found a loving twoleg and their warm bed she immediately announced to her clan that she was leaving.
Oh how Cherrystar was not pleased, any sensible leader would not be, and she gave the she-cat a warning. If Batwing was ever to return to ThunderClan's territory she would chased out like the traitor she was. That promise would forever haunt the dark furred she-cat.
Moons passed and Batwing became Midnight (twolegs are known for not being creative with names). She found a gentle tom, and before long they had a litter of five healthy kits. But she missed the forest, her home, her friends, and her family. Was Shatteredleg still alive? Did Ivytail have another litter of kits? And had her sister ever forgiven her for abandoning her?
The kits were all healthy, one of the bonuses of living with twolegs -housefolk. She had to constantly remind herself of the kittypet terms. To her surprise, though Stark had warned her as much, her loving twolegs took her kits from her when they were not even two moons old. While one of the toms stayed close by, she'd probably never see the others again.
...
Sedge loved her brothers Spider and Badger very much, as well as her sisters Fly and Brindle. But her brothers were funner. She could tackle and bite them and they wouldn't complain. Brindle, on the other paw, always wailed about her pretty little ears, and then Midnight would get involved. What a pain.
Kitten? That wasn't her name, but her twolegs, or housefolk, or whatever it was Midnight had called them, always said that when they looked at her. It was kind of cute, actually, and they were really nice. She liked to cuddle between their forelegs and sides. The food was good too. But they always left for a long time, and even though the food and water was always there she felt sort of lonely. She'd call and call but they'd never come back when she asked.
That was until Picasso came. They'd wanted them to be friends, and he said he was supposed to keep her from being lonely. He understood the housefolk a lot better then she did, so he must be right. He also said he was supposed to tell her what to do, and that only he could sleep on the bed. He told her a lot of things.
At first it was just a bunch of words, cruel names, and what not. In a lot of ways those hurt the most, but the scratches hurt as well. He'd swipe at Kitten if she tried to go near the food, or if she approached him while he was with the housefolk. He'd chase her out of the bedroom at night, and keep her away from the litterbox. At first the housefolk would grab them both and hold them apart. They'd say some things, well a lot of things, but Kitten never understood a word of it. Picasso said they hated her. He tried to assert that they wanted him to be able to do as he pleased, and that she was only getting in the way.
It wasn't until Kitten started fighting back that the housefolk really began to take action. They once caught Picasso biting at her throat, and immediately they tore him away. Kitten was more then thrilled to hear his caterwauling from in the room with the highpool and rainmaker. Unfortunately, though, his punishment didn't teach him any sort of leason. Sure, he played nice for a few hours and even let her snuggle upon the female's lap, but as soon as they went to bed he had his revenge. In the end it was pointless whatever the housefolk did. Picasso would always hate her, and she would always feel the same for him.
The flighty she-cat had had it. She could not last one moment longer in such a dangerous world, and she would never dream of bringing kits into such a life. So when she found a loving twoleg and their warm bed she immediately announced to her clan that she was leaving.
Oh how Cherrystar was not pleased, any sensible leader would not be, and she gave the she-cat a warning. If Batwing was ever to return to ThunderClan's territory she would chased out like the traitor she was. That promise would forever haunt the dark furred she-cat.
Moons passed and Batwing became Midnight (twolegs are known for not being creative with names). She found a gentle tom, and before long they had a litter of five healthy kits. But she missed the forest, her home, her friends, and her family. Was Shatteredleg still alive? Did Ivytail have another litter of kits? And had her sister ever forgiven her for abandoning her?
The kits were all healthy, one of the bonuses of living with twolegs -housefolk. She had to constantly remind herself of the kittypet terms. To her surprise, though Stark had warned her as much, her loving twolegs took her kits from her when they were not even two moons old. While one of the toms stayed close by, she'd probably never see the others again.
...
Sedge loved her brothers Spider and Badger very much, as well as her sisters Fly and Brindle. But her brothers were funner. She could tackle and bite them and they wouldn't complain. Brindle, on the other paw, always wailed about her pretty little ears, and then Midnight would get involved. What a pain.
Kitten? That wasn't her name, but her twolegs, or housefolk, or whatever it was Midnight had called them, always said that when they looked at her. It was kind of cute, actually, and they were really nice. She liked to cuddle between their forelegs and sides. The food was good too. But they always left for a long time, and even though the food and water was always there she felt sort of lonely. She'd call and call but they'd never come back when she asked.
That was until Picasso came. They'd wanted them to be friends, and he said he was supposed to keep her from being lonely. He understood the housefolk a lot better then she did, so he must be right. He also said he was supposed to tell her what to do, and that only he could sleep on the bed. He told her a lot of things.
At first it was just a bunch of words, cruel names, and what not. In a lot of ways those hurt the most, but the scratches hurt as well. He'd swipe at Kitten if she tried to go near the food, or if she approached him while he was with the housefolk. He'd chase her out of the bedroom at night, and keep her away from the litterbox. At first the housefolk would grab them both and hold them apart. They'd say some things, well a lot of things, but Kitten never understood a word of it. Picasso said they hated her. He tried to assert that they wanted him to be able to do as he pleased, and that she was only getting in the way.
It wasn't until Kitten started fighting back that the housefolk really began to take action. They once caught Picasso biting at her throat, and immediately they tore him away. Kitten was more then thrilled to hear his caterwauling from in the room with the highpool and rainmaker. Unfortunately, though, his punishment didn't teach him any sort of leason. Sure, he played nice for a few hours and even let her snuggle upon the female's lap, but as soon as they went to bed he had his revenge. In the end it was pointless whatever the housefolk did. Picasso would always hate her, and she would always feel the same for him.
Relations
{Mother's mother} Ivytail || a black she-cat with long fur || 86 moons
{Mother's father} Shatteredleg || a brown tabby tom || 92 moons
{Aunt} (name up to her adopter) || (brown tabby of some sort) || 61 moons
{Mother} Midnight, formally Batwing || black she-cat with long fur and green eyes || 61 moons
(Father} Stark || Silver tabby with yellow eyes || unknown age
{Littermates} (black she-cat), (tortoiseshell she-cat), (black tom), (black tom)
{"Friend"} Picasso (large white and black tom with a flat face)
{Mother's father} Shatteredleg || a brown tabby tom || 92 moons
{Aunt} (name up to her adopter) || (brown tabby of some sort) || 61 moons
{Mother} Midnight, formally Batwing || black she-cat with long fur and green eyes || 61 moons
(Father} Stark || Silver tabby with yellow eyes || unknown age
{Littermates} (black she-cat), (tortoiseshell she-cat), (black tom), (black tom)
{"Friend"} Picasso (large white and black tom with a flat face)
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