Post by Tabby on Jan 6, 2010 20:26:45 GMT -5
Amberleaf
"To die for your Clan is an honorable death and a good one."
"To die for your Clan is an honorable death and a good one."
Age[/blockquote]
23 moons
Gender
She-cat
Clan
RiverClan
Rank
Deputy?
Exterior.
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Pelt
An amber tabby with a white-tipped tail. However, her claws are all black. Her pelt is short-haired, and slightly rough. But when her hair stands up, she looks like a very angry dandelion - very puffy. Her belly is completely white on the underside, as is the bottom of her back hind paw.
Eye
Startling light green eyes that seem to see straight through you. They are medium sized, and very almond shaped. She doesn't blink very often.
Body
A small cat, but lithely muscled. She has small paws. She has a very long tail, which she whisks from side to side when she gets agitated. She also has a small scar across her shoulder from when a fox cub got into the nursery when she was a kit.
Special
None
Interior.
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Amberleaf is a very perceptive cat. She can tell if a cat is happy or sad, and usually knows the right thing to say, although she doesn't always say it. Her Clan means the world to her, and she would never betray it for anything. She enjoys a challenge. She retreats into herself when she is upset. She believes that the Clans are meant to be, and that a cat betraying his/her own Clan is the worst thing possible. Amberleaf does not believe that cats should turn to StarClan for all the answers. She thinks that the Clans are meant to try to find their own answers instead of continually going begging to StarClan for help. However, she firmly believes in StarClan. She also thinks that StarClan tries as hard as they can to help the Clans. She has a slightly curious nature, and doesn't always stick to what she's been taught.
She has previously suggested that RiverClan explore beyond the boundaries of the territories to see if they could take over more territory so that there would be more prey for the Clan. She would love to see her Clan rise to power, but doesn't wish to create any enemies in the process. She believes that enemies are very bad to make, because old bitterness never truly fades. She flares up whenever someone insults her Clan or her father. Her father is one of the things that she is most proud of, but she still feels as if she will never live up to him. Her greatest ambition is to be like him. But whenever someone tells her she isn't as great as Moonsong (her father), she flinches. Her father is both one of her greatest strengths and greatest weaknesses. She is proud to be his daughter; however, she always feels as if she must measure up to him. Not being as good as him is one of her greatest insecurities.
Amberleaf is friends with all the cats in the Clan. However, she is not extremely close to any of them. She is worried that having a special relationship with one cat might interfere with her loyalty to her Clan overall. She fears that she will put the other cat before her Clan in a battle one day and lose more than one because she was protecting the cat who she was close to. Her greatest fear is that something will happen to her Clan because of her. She tends to blame herself for accidents if she was in any way involved, and sends herself on a lot of guilt trips. She wants to do the best she can for her Clan, and is hard on herself when she doesn't.
Positive
Amberleaf is a very determined cat, and will persevere until she gets what she wants. She is extremely loyal to her Clan, and loves all the cats in it. She is quick to compliment, and enjoys socializing with her Clanmates. She values her Clan over all else. She is very good at negotiating with other Clans. She will give away nothing.
Negative
Has a quick temper if anyone insults her Clan or her Clanmates. She will lead an attack against another Clan for a simple insult like "mousebrain." She sometimes can't resist putting her two cents in.
Likes and Dislikes
Likes:
Training apprentices, socializing, playing with kits, fishing (will sometimes fish for fun), helping her Clanmates
Dislikes:
Patrolling, taste of mouse, insults, unnecessary cruelty, snakes
History.
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Amberleaf was born in the Clan, and grew up to stories about her father, Moonsong, who died in battle the day before she was born. She had always heard about his legendary courage, his honor, and his integrity, especially from her mother. Whenever she did something praiseworthy, her mother would tell her she was just like Moonsong. She always swelled with pride when told this. Moonsong was her idol, the one who she wanted to be like, She was apprenticed at 6 moons, and trained as hard as she could, pushing herself to her limit. Being a smaller cat, it was harder to do the things that bigger cats did, but she persevered, and finished her warrior training faster than any of the other apprentices. She became a warrior at 15 moons.
Birth
A shiver runs through Doveheart's body. "Get ready," the medicine cat, Beechfur, tells her. "There's only one, but it's coming soon." The nursery is empty except for the two cats, one panting in pain and one hovering over the other with worry on his face. Doveheart sucks in a breath and lets it out again, her small body racked by pain. She closes her eyes, and moments later an amber kit is born. Doveheart's eyes shine proudly, but is momentarily rendered speechless by the last remnants of the pain.. Beechfur picks up the kit and examines it. "It's a girl," he tells Doveheart, setting the kit down again.
Doveheart looks down at the kit in joy. Her pain now receding, she touches her nose to the kit's head and nudges it towards her belly, expecting it to start noisily suckling. But instead, the small kit lets out a meow and begins to wriggle around until she's made it into a sitting position. Beechfur's whiskers twitch in amusement. "That's a stubborn little kit you've got there. Anyway, here's some borage for you," he tells Doveheart, pawing the wide, soft leaves toward the new mother and exiting the nursery. "I'll spread the news," he calls as he leaves. Moments later, the camp hears his yowl. "The kits are born!" he yowls to the camp. Doveheart sighs. "I suppose I should name you," she murmurs to the small kit, who has once again collapsed on the nursery floor, too tired to keep sitting up. "You have an amber colored pelt. Like your father. I think I'll call you Amberkit," she tells the sleeping kit.
Dreams
To lead her Clan, die fighting for her Clan, and have her Clan be healthy and happy.
Other.
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Codeword
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Author's note
Would love for her to have an apprentice. :]
