Sequoiasong|of|Windclan

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General Information

Name:
Sequoiasong
Age:
30 Moons
Gender:
She-Cat
Clan:
Windclan
Rank:
Warrior

Physical Information

Fur:
Her fur is long, but smooth and fine. So its is not horribly warm for her in the summer. Luxurious is one way to describe it. It tends to move around as if it where smoke in the wind. A dark tabby color on most of her body, she has light tan stipes that circle her body and legs, as well as her tail. Her chest, and belly are covered with a pale cream color that slowly roans into the tabby part of her pelt. She has four white paws, and a white tipped tail. Making her stand out from most other tabbys. Her face is mostly all a light brown tabby color, her large ears slightly lighter than the rest of her face. She has long, white whiskers that stick out from her pale colored muzzle. As well as ear hair that is also white.
Build:
Fairly normal sized for a cat, Sequoiasong doesnt tower over the other cats, nor does she have to look up to meet another cats gaze. If it werent for her long fur, she might be described as streamlined. With a lender, long body and long powerfull legs. A strong neck holds up her narrow, elegantly built head. But with all of her fur on, its hard to tell.
Weight:
Sequoiasong is an average weight for a clan cat, around 10 pounds. She is definetly not overweight, but shes not thin as a twig either. And she likes it that way. She doesnt need to look good to feel good about herself.
Eyes:
Sequoiasongs eyes are perhaps the least remarkable thing about this she-cats appearances, for they are simply a normal. Light brown color with darker flecks mixed in. Some claim that they can see what she is thinking just by how she looks at something. And wether that is true or not, the world of clans may never know.
Scars?:
A small, hardly noticable scar under her left eye. She got that from a battle with Treeclan many moons ago. And only cats that get up close to her even notice the scar.
Other:
Sequoiasong is not obbsessed with her appearance, but she doesnt mind looking good. So she keeps herself well groomed and her fur clean, shiny and free of burs.

Personality Information


Normal:
A fairly friendly cat, she doesnt mind being talked about. And rather has a talk all you want attitude. She is her own self, and doesnt care what other cats think. She likes to have fun, addventures. But definetly doesnt mind curling up to rest in the sun. Shes not the sort of cat the be found flirting with random toms. But is rather the sort of cat that would only fall in love if she wanted to. Not that she does much though, in her opinion. It would get in the way of her loyaltie to the clan. She has a few close friends, and that suits her just fine. She doesnt want to have tons of friends. But she does know when its good to have friends. She tries to have at least one friend in each clan, its good to know that she have someone you can talk to, especialy if there arent going to go and tell certain clan members right afterwards. Sequoiasong may not be the most trusting cat, it takes a while to earn her trust. But when you do, dont misuse it. you will seriously regret it. Sequoiasong hardly ever beleives in secound chances, you are in control of your life. If you make a mistake, its your fault and you should learn from it the hard way. But if you are her friend, and you have you trust. You have a good friend on hand. She is loyal, and would never betray another cats trust for anything.
In Battle:
Sequoiasong is a fairly good warrior when it comes to battle, she is strong and smart minded. And often comes up with good plans on how to defeat her enemy. She doesnt enjoy battle though, she hates wounding another cat. But she would hate to get her clans diaproval even more. She adores her clan more than anything else.
Afraid?:
Sequoiasong is a bit complex when it comes to fear. She never freezes from fear, but it confuses her. She is allways afraid that something will happen to the clan, or someone she loves. She is terrified that she will be left alone again. And she tends to cling to cats, not wanting them to ever be alone. If the clan is in danger, she sometimes tends to panic a bit, and gets frantic. Even if its not a big deal. But she does better and better all the time.
Around Kits:
Sequoiasong never really feels comfortable around kits, she doesnt know why. They make her nervouse. There is just something about the potential they have, and the strange understanding that can be seen in their small, round eyes. Sequoiasong will probably never have kits. She tries to stick as far away from the nursery as possible, trouble always seems to happen when she gets near kits.
Around Apprentices:
Mainly curious. She has not yet had an apprentice of her own, but hopes to take one soon. She remembers her own times as an apprentice well, and can understand their uncertainty but willingness to learn. As well as mischeiviousnes.
Around Cats of Higher Rank:
Respectfull and calm, she takes order well. She understands that they are of a higher rank than she is. Though her natural personality wants her to move higher up in rank. She obays the warrior code. She likes to obay orders. And impress other cats. She always tries to do her best to obay a higher ranking cats order as quickly and efficiently as is possible.

History Information

History as a Kit:
You might say Sequoiasong had a not so great time as a kit, mostly because of her parents. Her mother was a very young, spritzy young she-cat called Amberpaw. Yes, her mother was an apprentice. Who fell in love with another apprentice, a tom from Thunderclanclan called Cedarpaw. When she found out she was pregnant. She paniced and ran away from the clan. But diddnt make it very far, because rogues found her. She was to exahsted and weak to fight them, and they took her prisoner. They told her that she could live if she promised to give them her kits. Being an idiot she-cat, she agreed. Thinking that she would think of some way to escape. Four moons later, the kits where born. Two she-cats, the smallest she-cat looked much like her father. A dark tabby with white. And the larger she-cat took after her mother, a startling cream and beige tortishel with green eyes. There mother instantly fell in love with them, and knew she could never give them up. Sequoiakit and Cloverkit where the only thing that mattered to her anymore, and she had to get them away from the rogues. She came up with a desperate plan, and carried it out as soon as the kits where old enough to travel. She pretended to feel sick, and when her guard went to get some herbs, she grabbed the kits and made a run for it. She managed to get out of the camp, and was half way to the river that bordered Skyclan territory, when the rogues caught up with her. They wehre furious. The took the kits from Amberpaw, and killed her on the spot. But something happpened that they did not expect. The smallest kit, Sequoiakit. Was braver than she looked. She glared at the leader, tottered over to him. And delivered a bite. A bite that would save her and her sisters life. Sequoiakit was cheeky, and brave as a young kit. And smart to. Because she bit the toms private parts. Sending him screaming into the forest. She threatened to bit the other cats in the same manner. And the cats, unsure of how to react to this vicious little kit, decided that they werent worth the trouble. And left them alone in the forest. Cloverkit was always in awe of her little sister, and was not as brave and outgoing as Sequoiakit. But she was the brains of the opperation, and thought up an idea of how to get back to clan territory. Which there mother had told them so much about.
History as an Apprentice:
By this time, both Cloverkit and Sequoiakit where six moons old. Cloverkits plan was almost ready to put into action. Green leaf was comming upon them. And the smart Cloverkit had kept them alive through new leaf, planning way of which they could catch prey easily. Where they could stay without being smelled. And her final plan, how to cross the river. For two moons now, they had been working on something. Something us twolegs would call a raft. She called it a big flat stick. They had taken reedcs from by the river, and twined the reeds around sticks to form a sort of boat. And when the river was low enough to cross, they would both get on it, and float down the river to the bend. Where the current would put them ashore. And finaly, the time came for the crossing. And both the she-cats climbed abord the little boat, and pushed off into the river. For four terrifiying minutes of water rushing, and swirling around them, of nearly tiping and drowing. She reached the bend. But something happened as they started to float ashore. A dead log has sunk into the river, and the boat struck it. It instantly broke apart, sending Sequoiakit and Cloverkit into the swirly darkness of the river. Water rushed over their heads, and Sequoiakit felt as if she would welcome death. She could faintly hear Cloverkits crys of terror as well as her own. Though she was not aware that she was even speaking at all. Just as the darkness started to close over, the water and terror was gone. And laying, coughing and alive on the shore. A huge black cat was standing next to her, its fur soaked and a frustrated expression on its face. Sequoiakit spit up some water and groaned. The stranger spoke. "Dont you know better than to do near the water in Green Leaf" it asked her. She shook her head. "No. It was my sisters idea..." she stopped, and sat up, she stared at the river, her eyes wide with fear. "My sister! Where is she!" she ran to the river side, staring hopelessly at the swirly waves of black water. "Cloverkit! Cloverkit!!!!" she screamed. But there was no reply. Cloverkit was gone. The strange cat led her to somewhere with alot more cats, and tried to get her to talk. But Sequoiakit was in a trance of loss and sorrow. And would not speak for one moon. When she finaly did. She asked where she was. And the cat who had been taking care of her, replied. "You in Riverclan love, there is no need to be afraid." And she wasnt. Not here, the place her mother had talked about so often. But it diddnt feel the same, to be there without Cloverkit. Soon after she came out of her trance, she was made into an apprentice, and trained under the ways of the clan. She was good, obidient and willing to learn. But she still felt a hollow space in her life where her sister should have been, learning beside her.
History as a Warrior:
She was made an warrior fairly quickly. By that time, she was fairly well settled in her new life in the clans. And the clan had begun to accept that her mother had been an apprentice and had left the clans. She was respected for who she was, not who she used to be. Sequoiasong was a warrior the clan could be proud of. She was loyal and hardworking. But something was missing. She would go nowhere near the kits ever sense she had arrived, anything to do with the river is a not heard of matter in her presence. All of the cats know about what happened to her sister, but they never mention it. They understand that its hard for her. Sometimes she will be lost in memories that she shared with her sister, and others will have to break her out of the concentration that she gets into. Only two moons ago, she realized that she was waisting her life that her sister had died to help make. She knew that it had to stop. And she made a goal. She would become a cat her sister would have been proud of, and cat her Mother would have wanted her to be. So she worked harder, and more often. And the clan noticed the change in her. And where glad that she could even act like a cat anymore.

Other Information

Other?:
None
RP Example:
The pale moonlight shifted through the branches of the bramble thicket, creating dark and light shadows in the warriors den. The small forms of sleeping cats could been seen in the shadows, their chest rising up and down slowly as they slept. They where peacefull, and the night was silent. An owl hooted out side, and a dark tabby form twitched. Once, and once only. Then again. And then suddenly, it let out a wail of pure pain, and started to kick and thrash. The other cats woke, and some groaned. "Would someone shut her up! No wonder she is always so depressed if she has nightmares." a dark tom muttered. A white cat got up, and started to prod the wailing cat. "Sequoiasong! Wake up! Its just a nightmare...again..." he said, grumbling. Seqoiasong lept to her feet, her eyes wide open in fear and her fur sticking on end. She was gasping for breath. She glanced around the den of cats staring at her and let out a shuddering sigh. She look around appologeticly, but said nothing. She padded to the entrance of the den, and peared outside. There were no cats outside of the dens. A small wind was picking up, and it ruffled her tawney stripes. She sat down, and sighed. Her amber gave staring up at silverpelt. "Oh Moonclan, why does her memory torture me so?" he voice was low, and melodious. She lay down, with her head on her paws. Life was such a drag sometimes.
Secret Word: Believer

OOC Info

The Role Players Nickname:
Koia
The Role Players Age:
Between 14
Contacts:
[e-mail]
Interests:
Reading, writing, drawing, horseback riding, role playing, graphics designing, animals, and cheesemaking(dont ask).
How did I find this site?:
An affiliate button on Hidden Clans

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