Post by Moony™ on Mar 7, 2008 19:46:35 GMT -5
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Name:
n o v a w i s h
Gender:
f e m a l e
Age:
t h i r t y m o o n s
Rank:
w a r r i o r
Clan:
s h a d o w c l a n
Quick Description:
A delicate, innocent-looking white-tan color pelt, blue eyed cat with a sharp attitude.
Picture:
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Physical Description:
While every cat is born, they have an expiration date. Which, you turn old and produce whitish hair, blah blah blah and everyone, everycat wants to avoid it.
Nevertheless, while still in her thirties, Novawish looks pretty young and pretty, with two light brown furs that rose from the base of the ears and down to her tail, covering the last with a black tip. Everything else, fur speaking, is innocent white that seemed to glow by the catch of light. Since there are not much of multi-colors on her fur, it makes her bright pinkish ears stand out of her face and her nose that seems to scent almost everything. And her eyes, her eyes! Two piercing crystal blue with a midnight blue pupil that seemed to catch on her eyes, sharpening her personality as well. Her voice is soft and clam, with a great amount of persuasion.
She walks gracefully; with her neat tiny paws that seemed always unsheathed, her eyes wandering around seeing everything as a skilled cat’s eyes could see, piercing each image into her brain.
This image seems cute enough right? But how did she make a respected warrior… of Shadowclan?
Personality:
{Fox in sheep’s clothing
-Metaphor
o1. To be cunning while pretending what you are not.
o2. A similarity to the ‘wolf in sheep’s clothing’
o3. A fraud or someone to be in the motion of pretending
-Synonym
Novawish}
Like in the Moony Dictionary (yes!), Novawish was born with the gift of persuasion and wisdom of dealing with other cats. She avoids fighting, not that she’s a poor fighter, but when she does it with words, she always seemed to go with her way.
Lesser enemies, more power. That was her motto. To be nice to everyone she meets, first impressions first.
She was very kind, formal, and had a quick mind. She talked with her own accurate accent and was friendly at all cost. At first, she was. Loyalty of friends and acquaintances was all it mattered. Then she’ll have it own way, instead of forcing cats, they would be thinking that they were helping her. But when something goes wrong, like a struggling prey, something had to take action. Immediately. Kind persuading words like silk worked too, but if the enemy resisted, then the claws would be released.- - -> M E M O R I E S T H E Y ' R E C O M I N G B A C K <- - -
History:
Novawish was born in a loyal family of Shadowclan, made up of heroes and heroines, leaders and strong noble warriors who were clever and strong and vowed never to break the warrior code. Her blood was pure, pure Shadowclan noble blood.
Her name, Nova meant an explosion of a dying star, but another name for it. A prettier name that seemed to hid the meaning of a great explosion of a dying star but like a celebration, a new years day for the death of the old star, and the born of the new stars. All in a pretty colorful explosion.
Novawish wasn’t used to be as her personality said, but was very joyful and clumsy at the time. Like her older brother Chipmunkpaw was too. Day and day after when Novawish was a kit, he visited her so and so teaching wonders of his curious mind. It was okay, until Novawish’s kit began to grow like him with all the clumsiness and excitement. Her mother and father; Razerleaf and Swallowtail were grandly worried if that was the start of her life.
One day, Novakit waited impatiently for Chipmunkpaw, the sun was setting; thetime when he would come to tell all the wonders. Unfortunately he never came but Razerleaf and Swallowtail did instead. They taught her about being a true Shadowclanner, the exact opposite of what Chipmunkpaw taught her. Everyday, she wondered when Chipmunkpaw would ever return and as a result, her parents would be there instead at the door of the nursery. Finally, when Novawish’s curiousity grew and grew, they replied that he had been disappeared, exiled maybe from the leader. Which was a lie. As of result, they have forbid the name Chipmunkpaw ever in any of the lips of any cat. Alive.
From her kit-hood to her mid-pawhood, she had been refused to talk to them, hating her parents of what they have done with Chipmunkpaw. Stubborn was the key, it was her heart. As moons grew, her heart led of being exiled from her parents secretly. Of course, for her curiosity, she eavesdropped on them and heard the news of finding that they would do the same as they did to Chipmunkpaw. After a couple of pawsteps hearing, a clawsteps of her dad, Novawish wasn’t the same Novawish anymore…
But a perfect daughter she was, replying “Yes Mother,” or “As you wish, Father,” always dipping her head politely, kind eyes, talking only when she was told, and blah blah blah. She became quite popular to her neighbors, the older ones especially. The mystery was never been solved or even to be bothered by the other cats since some praised the new Novawish. The memory became even more distant, as she was being lifted to be a deputy, the Shadowclan’s new leader.
And most of her thoughts of regret ended at the happy and proud smiles of her parents.
Later on, her mother and father died of old age, dying happily with pride of their daughter. From her father, she had earned the family’s generation of a lapis stone, a bluish rock that’s almost the size of her paw and has gold tints on the side. It was glazed and glossed, making a shiny stone captured by the moonlight. No one knows that the founder of the noble family had stolen the lapis stone from Twolegs, made it himself, or have been given by the Twolegs. Either way, the parent of the generation gave the stone to his or her most favorite kit, or it was handed to another pureblooded noble Shadowclanner. There are ifs to end this generation, but so far it haven’t.
She was sad all right for her parents’ depart, but on the back of her heart, she felt freed. No more rules, no more pressure, no more. In the end, she have obeyed to the rules of her childhood, and grieved for the loss and continued with the same rules.
Furthermore, she keeps her Lapis on her den, buried halfway so she can see it and it was facing the moonlight, creating a shine around the stone.- - -> D O N ' T F O R G E T <- - -
A memory:
-Fourth moon
In her nursery, Novakit sat down glumly, frowning to everyone who dared to stare at her or talk. No one did actually, the others wanted to help her, guide her, but she’s a lot have been gone over the past sunrises and moonfalls. Chipmunkpaw was nowhere to be seen, and they didn’t even know that his parents exiled him… just disappeared or runaway.
But not Novakit.
There had to be a reason to take her brother away, and she found out on the very next minute.
Feeling annoyed, she grumpily padded outside the nursery, and no one stopped her from getting out. They watched her all right, but just let her do what she wanted. Then she heard angry whispered behind the nursery.
Curiosity dogged at her paws and carefully, she walked silently in the night, ears forward.
”No, no, we have to get rid of her.”
“What about the stone?”
”Surely there are more cats aren’t there?”
“Well yes, but losing two kits at once! First litter too!”
“Then what made you choose for him?”
“You did too.”
”Well yes… but really? He was a burden to us.”
”And it seems like she is too.”
”She is learning from him.”
“But it’s about to be leaf-bare soon.”
“Would she survive?”
“No,”
“Let it be. If Novakit is going to be like him, we’ll send her away too.”
Her eyes widened, and her pupil seemed to get large, meeting the darkness that lied in front of her. Her body trembled in terror and took quick scared breaths. That must have been mom and dad…. Exile her? That’s what they did to Chipmunkpaw! And the stone, it had to be the blue lapis that he never let me touch. They don’t care about us! They don’t!!! She felt tears running from her eyes. Even she was exiled and met her brother, would she survive? It was almost the end of leaf-fall… and soon harsh leaf-bare that she heard stories about. She ran and ran to the end of the camp, in to a dry hidden spot covered by long marsh willows. At there, she cried and cried to decide whether to choose to live in the forest as a rogue or die in the snow. With hard decisions, she chose to stay. She faced the muddy ground, now dry. It had a paw print of Chipmunkpaw and hers. He secretly took her out here, his favorite place. Memories flooded her with guilt and happiness. No, She thought.
Her blue eyes, filled with tears, she slashed the ground including the paw prints. Mud pieces flew high and landed on her pelt. Her claws were dirty, filled with dirt. And the ground, the ground was with no more paw prints any more, it was filled with deep tiny claw marks with anger. With the mud and dirt scraps on her fur, she didn’t mind. She landed softly on the willows and slept.
-7th moon
She washed herself thoroughly, with an expressionless face on her. After washing, she walked back to camp, each of her paw movement firm and delicate. With determined eyes, she faced Swallowtail and Razerleaf. They didn’t feel to her as parents anymore.
“Where were you, Novapaw? It's almost training time.” Swallowtail furiously welcomed in a deep dark voice.
“We terribly missed you.” Razerleaf’s voice was sharp and strict. How ironic.
Swallowtail didn’t care whether his kit left the camp or not, and just sighed. “Do as you’re told, get to your mentor."
“Yes, father.” She replied earnestly, meeting her father’s gaze.
Swallowtail and Razerleaf shared glances, surprise took over them.
“Well, then. Run along.” With a huff, he left the camp, probably hunting.
“As you wish, Swallowtail.”
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