Post by Starlingpaw on Jun 21, 2013 3:25:13 GMT
Behind the Name
Starlingpaw was named for the black and white of her pelt, which reminded her mother of the color of starlings during the winter.
Personality
It's a bit of a joke among Starlingpaw's family that her name was an omen. Like her namesake, Starlingpaw is a noisy little thing. She's forever chattering her little head off, babbling about the weather, her training, that pretty rock over there... anything, really. It doesn't matter what it is, she'll find an excuse to talk about it. It's not just inane things that Starlingpaw talks about, unfortunately. She's also a very opinionated cat. She doesn't shut up and keep her head down, especially when she thinks that there's injustice afoot. Starlingpaw would stand up to Starclan itself if she thought she had to. Not with claws, but with words. A lot of words. She doesn't like being talked over, or told to be quiet. Starlingpaw will make herself be heard, even if she has to get herself punished for it. One day, that tongue of hers will get her in serious trouble. Until that day, she'll just keep living up to her name.
Starlingpaw lives to help others. She never complains about helping out in the elders den, and instead actually looks forward to cracking ticks and fetching fresh moss. Yes, it's not a fun job, but she can hear all the stories they have and make sure the elders are comfortable! She's always trying to work her way into far too many patrols, whether they involve helping the medicine cat or hunting for the clan. Unfortunately, this doesn't mean she always pulls her weight. Starlingpaw is afraid of confrontation, and while she knows she must face it if she is to be a warrior, she freezes up when confronted with battle. She's all bark and no bite, shouting out threats and then turning tail when a warrior turns their claws on her. She's deeply ashamed of her cowardice and does her best to hide it by avoiding border patrols.
Starlingpaw is a very social cat. She likes being near others, and being alone is one of her worst fears. She loves to gossip and make herself an active face in the clan, even if her clanmates would really rather she shut up once in a while. She's a daydreamer, and her favorite activity after a day of work is to lounge in the camp and sigh dreamily about the various futures she's dreamed up for herself. Whether it is a life with the perfect mate and a million kits, or as the leader, or as anything and everything. Starlingpaw dreams of it all.
Starlingpaw is a quick learner and enjoys learning, but her own fears tend to catch her up as she learns. She is plagued by a fear of failure and either harming someone else or herself, and this is most prevalent in battle lessons. She may freeze up in the middle of a spar and cower instead of defending herself, or hesitate too long to hit a clanmate. She can only learn so much from simply watching, and her hunting skills will always be much better then her fighting skills. She has an extremely good memory (all the better for gossip!) and is very good at picking up on things she observes, but she can't master a move she never practices. She can, however, recite the habits of the prey of Windclan to you. She likes to watch them when not hunting, sometimes.
She's absolutely terrified of foxes, and does her best to avoid anything to do with them.
Starlingpaw lives to help others. She never complains about helping out in the elders den, and instead actually looks forward to cracking ticks and fetching fresh moss. Yes, it's not a fun job, but she can hear all the stories they have and make sure the elders are comfortable! She's always trying to work her way into far too many patrols, whether they involve helping the medicine cat or hunting for the clan. Unfortunately, this doesn't mean she always pulls her weight. Starlingpaw is afraid of confrontation, and while she knows she must face it if she is to be a warrior, she freezes up when confronted with battle. She's all bark and no bite, shouting out threats and then turning tail when a warrior turns their claws on her. She's deeply ashamed of her cowardice and does her best to hide it by avoiding border patrols.
Starlingpaw is a very social cat. She likes being near others, and being alone is one of her worst fears. She loves to gossip and make herself an active face in the clan, even if her clanmates would really rather she shut up once in a while. She's a daydreamer, and her favorite activity after a day of work is to lounge in the camp and sigh dreamily about the various futures she's dreamed up for herself. Whether it is a life with the perfect mate and a million kits, or as the leader, or as anything and everything. Starlingpaw dreams of it all.
Starlingpaw is a quick learner and enjoys learning, but her own fears tend to catch her up as she learns. She is plagued by a fear of failure and either harming someone else or herself, and this is most prevalent in battle lessons. She may freeze up in the middle of a spar and cower instead of defending herself, or hesitate too long to hit a clanmate. She can only learn so much from simply watching, and her hunting skills will always be much better then her fighting skills. She has an extremely good memory (all the better for gossip!) and is very good at picking up on things she observes, but she can't master a move she never practices. She can, however, recite the habits of the prey of Windclan to you. She likes to watch them when not hunting, sometimes.
She's absolutely terrified of foxes, and does her best to avoid anything to do with them.
Appearance
Starlingpaw is a tragic looking little thing. A black and white she-cat with a naturally leggy build, she's still in the stage of filling out and finishing out the last few spurts of her growth. She's all leg and always will be, with a thin body befitting a Windclan cat. She's made to run and run fast, with a long tail for stabilizing influence. She'll never be good in a fight with her fragile body, and she'll never be able to win a test of endurance, but Starlingpaw is a champion sprinter. Her head is wedge-shaped and sharp, with prominent cheek bones that give her a hungry look. Her fur is short and naturally sleek, though with her excitable nature it tends to get mussed up easily.
Starlingpaw is a bicolor she-cat, and is mostly black. She has a prominent white v-shape bisecting her back, with another white diamond shape above it. She has a white tail it. Her legs are black, but she has white mitts and white spots scattered on them. She's a bit abnormally spotty for a bicolor, but not exceptionally so.
Starlingpaw is a bicolor she-cat, and is mostly black. She has a prominent white v-shape bisecting her back, with another white diamond shape above it. She has a white tail it. Her legs are black, but she has white mitts and white spots scattered on them. She's a bit abnormally spotty for a bicolor, but not exceptionally so.
History
Starlingkit was not exceptional at birth. Born the only kit to Stormstep, a she-cat that had already birthed another litter fourteen moons earlier, she was notable only for being a very loud kit indeed. She grew rapidly, showered with attention from her family for the honor of being the only kit in her litter. Her elder siblings, new warriors, visited often to tell their younger sibling stories and to bring her trinkets from the forest. They encouraged her chatter and her social behavior, rarely scolding her when she was just a bit too gregarious. She grew up loved and spoiled, and that soon colored her relations with the clan.
She wasn't a bad kit at all, just a rambunctious one. She got into the medicine cat den a few times and tried to eat the herbs out of curiosity, but the most she got was a bad stomach ache. She annoyed the elders as much as she entertained them, and a few times she found herself sent to the nursery for time out. She never succeeded in escaping the camp, and she became an apprentice right on time. She likes to complain that her kithood was boring, but her parents are quick to remind her that she's lucky.
It wasn't until her first patrol out of camp that she realized that life wasn't all sunshines and smiles. Accompanying Whitefang, she got to see firsthand that cats could die. The small patrol of four was set upon by a fox, and Starlingpaw froze up at the wrong time. Whitefang died trying to make up for her mistake, and she still remembers his death. As it turns out, leaving the camp for the first time wasn't as fun as she thought it would be.
Since then, she's avoided border patrols and anything involving foxes.
She wasn't a bad kit at all, just a rambunctious one. She got into the medicine cat den a few times and tried to eat the herbs out of curiosity, but the most she got was a bad stomach ache. She annoyed the elders as much as she entertained them, and a few times she found herself sent to the nursery for time out. She never succeeded in escaping the camp, and she became an apprentice right on time. She likes to complain that her kithood was boring, but her parents are quick to remind her that she's lucky.
It wasn't until her first patrol out of camp that she realized that life wasn't all sunshines and smiles. Accompanying Whitefang, she got to see firsthand that cats could die. The small patrol of four was set upon by a fox, and Starlingpaw froze up at the wrong time. Whitefang died trying to make up for her mistake, and she still remembers his death. As it turns out, leaving the camp for the first time wasn't as fun as she thought it would be.
Since then, she's avoided border patrols and anything involving foxes.
Family
Stormstep - Mother - 63 moons
Crowtalon - Father - 55 moons
Blackcloud - Elder sister - 20 moons
Whitefang - Elder brother- 20 moons
Crowtalon - Father - 55 moons
Blackcloud - Elder sister - 20 moons
Whitefang - Elder brother- 20 moons
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