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Post by + {[Ax-e]} on Jul 3, 2008 16:38:37 GMT -5
lol, sorry. This can be pretty long.
Name:
Flywings
also known (as insult) by Crowfood and furless
Gender:
Tom
Clan:
WindClan
Rank:
Warrior
Description:
Being a kit of a swift tabby and a sensible patch, you would think Flywings would have been a pretty cat like his little sister and brother. Axie or StarClan, though, had different things in mind.
Flywings pelt is blotchy and unorganized, with random dull colors spotting him where it pleases, mostly in the colors dusty brown, gray and aging white. His back right leg is pink in places from loss of fur, and its easy now for cats to associate his name, directed when he was born to be for his speed, to he insect with the same name. Or, more precise, the food in which his insect ate. He also has a large bloody niche in his ear and two different colored eyes; he was deaf in the ear with the blue eye.
Personality:
Despite his ugly image, he is quite the sweet and loyal cat, though he can be angsty at his downtimes. He gets his feelings hurt easy, but if apologized to he perks up again quickly. Hes still a fairly young cat, despite his image.
History:
Family Tree:
unknown She-cat-unknown tom
=Unknown She-cat, (1)Ivoryclaw--unknown She-cat, (2)Linnetsong--Brackstone
1=(4)Troddentail--Snaretrip, Leapingstrut
2=(3)Taint (Rowanclaw)--Watermint, Rivertrot
3= Flywings,Juniperpaw, Jester (Racketpaw)
4= Hawthornclaw, two unnamed, ungenderspecificed kits who died.
Kithood
Flywings began his life in his moms first in only litter at the end of Leafbare. He was born to Rowanclaw and Watermint in WindClan, during a time of peace (how rare) and moderate pray-running. At the age of three months, his father went into a depression after he heard one of his close friends in RiverClan, Mistscar, and his mate Lillysong had died in a series of accidents that he would not speak of (later to be reviled that Lillysong had fallen into gorge rapids after running into WindClan patrols, and Mistscar took an attempt at his life and succeeded afterward.) And the leaders mate in ThunderClan, Redmoon, was a victim of a Thuderpath monster. Rowanclaw, despite his once great role as a proud warrior, left the Clan, his mate and his kits, and ran off twords the highrocks. Flywings sees him somtimes, but they dont really talk.
Apprenticeship
Following his fathers leaving, Flykit became Flypaw- along with this sister and brother, Racketpaw and Juniperpaw. Life was doing well and Flypaw lived up to his name by being an excellent runner, but when the next leafbare came around his sister didnt prove to be as strong, and the poor girl fell to the greencough and stopped running, as to say, she died. At the same time, swamped with grief, Racketpaw- Juniperpaw being his closest friend and family member- found his dad and decided to join him, ditching his proud warrior name and running away to be a rouge. his name became Jester, and he now roams with his dad beyond moonstones resting place. Flypaw and his mother, now by themselves, coped quietly by doing what was told of them and not bothering to make a fuss. When badgers decided to make a home by the river, Flypaw was chosen to go fight them off- and in result, The pelt taken right off his right leg. It partially grew back, but it earned him his cripple nickname for life.
Warriorhood
He took two moons longer then the other apprentices after the badger attack, but came back strong. He had become a warrior recently and just sent off his sense able mother to StarClan, watching as her emotional wounds brought her to her end at the claws of another, weaker cat from a different clan. Now that his sister and mom are dead and his brother and father are wayward, hes here with his uncle Snaretrip and his cousin, Hawthorneclaw.
IC:
you know what? I is goin to write a story for you.
Axie looked at him oddly at his first, with his talking of finding his friend; this guy had friends? It was lucky he had a life. She just didn't go around howling to find people she lost, she listened for their breath with her ears, looked for their fur with her eyes, breathed in and out the cold scent of this city until he found a trace of their familiar scent. As a human illusion, she would do the same- but disguise it as yawning, disguise it as looking for a brother, a sister, her friend, if they ever cared to ask. Howling, she though, would give her away every time as not what she is, and as an animal... she was a fairly big wolf as compared to some of the other city-adapted. Her Size would scare most people, as it had before, cause them to flee, cause them to run, cause attention, cause a scean, Axie was not a sceanster. And there were still dog-catchers, hunters, police, and that guy with the blue dog. And who needs that problem. It was a bit worse that he would ask her for her help in finding this friend he could of gotten them found out over.
But the wolfs next words kind of hurt her, only because it was true- to a degree.
"You think I'm crazy?"
So it took Axie a bit more time to think up a way to reply to this. She could spit out the truth, which was usually what she did without a real conscious mind, or she could sugar coat it and decide to apologize or something. Or she could just tell him the truth and get on with life. She didn't know. "Aha. I do think your a bit out of your mind." She started, licking her lips."To be yelling like you do, or howling, its not the smartest thing. Now, maybe your just new to the city, but I don't know where you can howl if there’s humans and not be killed. I don't know what forest you wandered out of, but this is the real danger, and there is no matter what you say, living with humans is always going to be harder than living with the wild."
She didn't know how she go into that little rant, but she did- and it was mostly true, maybe there was one exception somewhere."As for the backing up, though, it was only because you didn’t do much after my reply, and I wanted to see if you would notice my escaping."
Well, the danger reminded her that he was looking for a friend of his that could be killed, or something. Captured. She had lived long enough, knew enough wolves and been to enough self-burials of her friends to know that missing friend was not something you really wanted. Wolves were normally pack animals, right? "So, you need me to help you find your friend?" She asked casually, after her little talk to him. "I could help you find him....or her. Is it a her? She shook that part off the list, and then asked "Anyways, what does he look like, or smell like, anything that would help me identify him. hurry up though, dog, I don't have all day.” This extra snap was for effect. She was tough when she wanted to be. She made sure, thought the whole conversations, that she was using a rough, violent-swayed tone of voice and that she would not seem to be a pushover like she was sometimes, or a lot of the time, when no one else was around. She was, a bit mean sounding.
Maybe she could get to like this slightly crazy wolf after all. Haha. He-gay the wolf. She would have to stop making fun of his name, she bet. Because that wasn’t a nice thing to do.
Codeword: Twilight
Flywings
also known (as insult) by Crowfood and furless
Gender:
Tom
Clan:
WindClan
Rank:
Warrior
Description:
Being a kit of a swift tabby and a sensible patch, you would think Flywings would have been a pretty cat like his little sister and brother. Axie or StarClan, though, had different things in mind.
Flywings pelt is blotchy and unorganized, with random dull colors spotting him where it pleases, mostly in the colors dusty brown, gray and aging white. His back right leg is pink in places from loss of fur, and its easy now for cats to associate his name, directed when he was born to be for his speed, to he insect with the same name. Or, more precise, the food in which his insect ate. He also has a large bloody niche in his ear and two different colored eyes; he was deaf in the ear with the blue eye.
Personality:
Despite his ugly image, he is quite the sweet and loyal cat, though he can be angsty at his downtimes. He gets his feelings hurt easy, but if apologized to he perks up again quickly. Hes still a fairly young cat, despite his image.
History:
Family Tree:
=
1=(4)
2=(3)Taint (Rowanclaw)--
3= Flywings,
4= Hawthornclaw, two unnamed, ungenderspecificed kits who died.
Kithood
Flywings began his life in his moms first in only litter at the end of Leafbare. He was born to Rowanclaw and Watermint in WindClan, during a time of peace (how rare) and moderate pray-running. At the age of three months, his father went into a depression after he heard one of his close friends in RiverClan, Mistscar, and his mate Lillysong had died in a series of accidents that he would not speak of (later to be reviled that Lillysong had fallen into gorge rapids after running into WindClan patrols, and Mistscar took an attempt at his life and succeeded afterward.) And the leaders mate in ThunderClan, Redmoon, was a victim of a Thuderpath monster. Rowanclaw, despite his once great role as a proud warrior, left the Clan, his mate and his kits, and ran off twords the highrocks. Flywings sees him somtimes, but they dont really talk.
Apprenticeship
Following his fathers leaving, Flykit became Flypaw- along with this sister and brother, Racketpaw and Juniperpaw. Life was doing well and Flypaw lived up to his name by being an excellent runner, but when the next leafbare came around his sister didnt prove to be as strong, and the poor girl fell to the greencough and stopped running, as to say, she died. At the same time, swamped with grief, Racketpaw- Juniperpaw being his closest friend and family member- found his dad and decided to join him, ditching his proud warrior name and running away to be a rouge. his name became Jester, and he now roams with his dad beyond moonstones resting place. Flypaw and his mother, now by themselves, coped quietly by doing what was told of them and not bothering to make a fuss. When badgers decided to make a home by the river, Flypaw was chosen to go fight them off- and in result, The pelt taken right off his right leg. It partially grew back, but it earned him his cripple nickname for life.
Warriorhood
He took two moons longer then the other apprentices after the badger attack, but came back strong. He had become a warrior recently and just sent off his sense able mother to StarClan, watching as her emotional wounds brought her to her end at the claws of another, weaker cat from a different clan. Now that his sister and mom are dead and his brother and father are wayward, hes here with his uncle Snaretrip and his cousin, Hawthorneclaw.
IC:
you know what? I is goin to write a story for you.
Axie looked at him oddly at his first, with his talking of finding his friend; this guy had friends? It was lucky he had a life. She just didn't go around howling to find people she lost, she listened for their breath with her ears, looked for their fur with her eyes, breathed in and out the cold scent of this city until he found a trace of their familiar scent. As a human illusion, she would do the same- but disguise it as yawning, disguise it as looking for a brother, a sister, her friend, if they ever cared to ask. Howling, she though, would give her away every time as not what she is, and as an animal... she was a fairly big wolf as compared to some of the other city-adapted. Her Size would scare most people, as it had before, cause them to flee, cause them to run, cause attention, cause a scean, Axie was not a sceanster. And there were still dog-catchers, hunters, police, and that guy with the blue dog. And who needs that problem. It was a bit worse that he would ask her for her help in finding this friend he could of gotten them found out over.
But the wolfs next words kind of hurt her, only because it was true- to a degree.
"You think I'm crazy?"
So it took Axie a bit more time to think up a way to reply to this. She could spit out the truth, which was usually what she did without a real conscious mind, or she could sugar coat it and decide to apologize or something. Or she could just tell him the truth and get on with life. She didn't know. "Aha. I do think your a bit out of your mind." She started, licking her lips."To be yelling like you do, or howling, its not the smartest thing. Now, maybe your just new to the city, but I don't know where you can howl if there’s humans and not be killed. I don't know what forest you wandered out of, but this is the real danger, and there is no matter what you say, living with humans is always going to be harder than living with the wild."
She didn't know how she go into that little rant, but she did- and it was mostly true, maybe there was one exception somewhere."As for the backing up, though, it was only because you didn’t do much after my reply, and I wanted to see if you would notice my escaping."
Well, the danger reminded her that he was looking for a friend of his that could be killed, or something. Captured. She had lived long enough, knew enough wolves and been to enough self-burials of her friends to know that missing friend was not something you really wanted. Wolves were normally pack animals, right? "So, you need me to help you find your friend?" She asked casually, after her little talk to him. "I could help you find him....or her. Is it a her? She shook that part off the list, and then asked "Anyways, what does he look like, or smell like, anything that would help me identify him. hurry up though, dog, I don't have all day.” This extra snap was for effect. She was tough when she wanted to be. She made sure, thought the whole conversations, that she was using a rough, violent-swayed tone of voice and that she would not seem to be a pushover like she was sometimes, or a lot of the time, when no one else was around. She was, a bit mean sounding.
Maybe she could get to like this slightly crazy wolf after all. Haha. He-gay the wolf. She would have to stop making fun of his name, she bet. Because that wasn’t a nice thing to do.
Codeword: Twilight
