Post by battleheart on Oct 7, 2006 15:22:58 GMT -5
Name: Battlestar
Previous Names: Owlkit, Owlpaw, Battleheart
Clan: Sparkclan
Gender: she-cat
Rank: leader
Age: 100 moons
Appearance: Soft silvery-gray, almost white she-cat, though her fur darkens around her face, ears, paws, and tail. She has three short, deep claw marks on her chest, right where her heart should be. Good sized and finely muscled. Soft blue eyes and an air of confidence, leadership, and power about her.
Personality: Battleheart is a natural in two areas: leadership and fighting. Ever since she was a kit, these two traits have shown through. She keeps a cool head in a fight and always has an idea or battle tactic up her sleeve. Cats look to her for guidence and her battle skills are a legend throughout the forest. She knows when to bend the warrior code for the good of the clan, but hates cats who break it for personal gain. She has a relativly good amount of patience, but some cats wear on it more than others. She is rather tentative and awkward around kits, but is much easier around apprentices. She is a thoughtful mentor, but makes her apprentice's work to their limit.
History: Born to a SparkClan queen as Owlkit, alongside her brother, Battleheart's natural fighting and leadership skills showed through from the moment she could walk. She was the 'leader' of the nursery, and wasn't beaten in a 'fight' her whole stay there. She was mentored by the deputy at the time, and came to look up to him very much. By the time she was 9 moons old, she was convinced to be just like him.
The day she was meant to be made a warrior, though, a kit escaped from camp. Half the clan turned out to find her, but it was Battleheart, then Owlpaw, who stumbled across the little cat first... and the massive male badger who was holding her captive. It was only her amazing battle skills that saved both herself and the kit. After she recovered from her wounds, she was named Battleheart due to the short, deep scars on her chest from the badger, just over her heart.
At 40 moon, she was made deputy in the stead of her old mentor and lead the clan successfully and well. When the old leader died, she took his place.
RP Example: Owlpaw slipped through the trees, scowling slightly. She should be back at camp, recieving her warrior name. But instead she was out here, searching for a kit who seemed to deaf to here the repeated warning from the clan about not leaving camp.
She paused and sighed. She was being selfish! A kit was in danger and she was moping about her warrior cermony! Shaking her head to clear it, she bent to her task with a new will.
Sniffing at a clump of bracken, she was surprised to catch a smell she hadn't expected. Kit.
Grinning, she might be getting her name sooner than she thought, along with the kit safe in the nursery, she followed it.
And followed it.
And followed it, right to the edge of SparkClan territory. That was when a new stench hit her. Badger.
Her pelt bristled and she prowled slowly foward and peered over a rock. Below her, in a shallow ditch, a huge male brock towered over a quivering kit.
Baring her teeth, Owlpaw rose and plunged down the small slope, landing on the badgers back and sinking teeth through his thick fur and into his skin. Scoring claws down his flanks, she leapt back and out of the way. The badger, now distracted, turned and lumbered toward her. Pelt bristling, she dodged his swiping claw and swiped her own at the side of his head.
It went on for this for, what felt to Owlpaw, hours. The huge badger would lumber murderously after her and she'd dodge out of the way, scoring numerous blows. But after a while, she realized to late that she had been backed up against a rock. There would be no dodging this time.
Unless...
Glancing briefly around, she saw a small gap. If she could get through that, she could scoop up the kit and high tail it back to camp. Her eyes rested briefly on the badgers terrifyingly angry eyes and open, bloody jaws. His reeking breath stole over her and took her breath away. Then she dove.
It would have gone well, but even as he paws left the ground, she realized she had timed it wrong. She fell to the ground, paws sliding on the wet leaves, and fell with a hollow thunk on her side.
Rolling over, she tried to scramble to her paws only to find herself face to face with the badger.
With a snort of triumph the big animal brought deadly claws down, smashing, into her chest. It was only Owlpaw's slight shift that saved her. Instead, pain made its sluggish way from her chest to her head as three deep, blood gashes opened up.
But in wounding her, the badger had opened his own defenses. Wigglined under him, she scored her claws through the thick fur of his throat and into part of the main vein. With a bellow of rage and a spurt of blood, dying Owlpaw's pelt red, the animal stumbled back, then lumbered into the forest without a second glance.
Scrambling to her paws, she winced as she jarred her wounds. Limping over to the kit, she must have hurt her leg in the fall, she rasped. "Come on. We're going home."
Previous Names: Owlkit, Owlpaw, Battleheart
Clan: Sparkclan
Gender: she-cat
Rank: leader
Age: 100 moons
Appearance: Soft silvery-gray, almost white she-cat, though her fur darkens around her face, ears, paws, and tail. She has three short, deep claw marks on her chest, right where her heart should be. Good sized and finely muscled. Soft blue eyes and an air of confidence, leadership, and power about her.
Personality: Battleheart is a natural in two areas: leadership and fighting. Ever since she was a kit, these two traits have shown through. She keeps a cool head in a fight and always has an idea or battle tactic up her sleeve. Cats look to her for guidence and her battle skills are a legend throughout the forest. She knows when to bend the warrior code for the good of the clan, but hates cats who break it for personal gain. She has a relativly good amount of patience, but some cats wear on it more than others. She is rather tentative and awkward around kits, but is much easier around apprentices. She is a thoughtful mentor, but makes her apprentice's work to their limit.
History: Born to a SparkClan queen as Owlkit, alongside her brother, Battleheart's natural fighting and leadership skills showed through from the moment she could walk. She was the 'leader' of the nursery, and wasn't beaten in a 'fight' her whole stay there. She was mentored by the deputy at the time, and came to look up to him very much. By the time she was 9 moons old, she was convinced to be just like him.
The day she was meant to be made a warrior, though, a kit escaped from camp. Half the clan turned out to find her, but it was Battleheart, then Owlpaw, who stumbled across the little cat first... and the massive male badger who was holding her captive. It was only her amazing battle skills that saved both herself and the kit. After she recovered from her wounds, she was named Battleheart due to the short, deep scars on her chest from the badger, just over her heart.
At 40 moon, she was made deputy in the stead of her old mentor and lead the clan successfully and well. When the old leader died, she took his place.
RP Example: Owlpaw slipped through the trees, scowling slightly. She should be back at camp, recieving her warrior name. But instead she was out here, searching for a kit who seemed to deaf to here the repeated warning from the clan about not leaving camp.
She paused and sighed. She was being selfish! A kit was in danger and she was moping about her warrior cermony! Shaking her head to clear it, she bent to her task with a new will.
Sniffing at a clump of bracken, she was surprised to catch a smell she hadn't expected. Kit.
Grinning, she might be getting her name sooner than she thought, along with the kit safe in the nursery, she followed it.
And followed it.
And followed it, right to the edge of SparkClan territory. That was when a new stench hit her. Badger.
Her pelt bristled and she prowled slowly foward and peered over a rock. Below her, in a shallow ditch, a huge male brock towered over a quivering kit.
Baring her teeth, Owlpaw rose and plunged down the small slope, landing on the badgers back and sinking teeth through his thick fur and into his skin. Scoring claws down his flanks, she leapt back and out of the way. The badger, now distracted, turned and lumbered toward her. Pelt bristling, she dodged his swiping claw and swiped her own at the side of his head.
It went on for this for, what felt to Owlpaw, hours. The huge badger would lumber murderously after her and she'd dodge out of the way, scoring numerous blows. But after a while, she realized to late that she had been backed up against a rock. There would be no dodging this time.
Unless...
Glancing briefly around, she saw a small gap. If she could get through that, she could scoop up the kit and high tail it back to camp. Her eyes rested briefly on the badgers terrifyingly angry eyes and open, bloody jaws. His reeking breath stole over her and took her breath away. Then she dove.
It would have gone well, but even as he paws left the ground, she realized she had timed it wrong. She fell to the ground, paws sliding on the wet leaves, and fell with a hollow thunk on her side.
Rolling over, she tried to scramble to her paws only to find herself face to face with the badger.
With a snort of triumph the big animal brought deadly claws down, smashing, into her chest. It was only Owlpaw's slight shift that saved her. Instead, pain made its sluggish way from her chest to her head as three deep, blood gashes opened up.
But in wounding her, the badger had opened his own defenses. Wigglined under him, she scored her claws through the thick fur of his throat and into part of the main vein. With a bellow of rage and a spurt of blood, dying Owlpaw's pelt red, the animal stumbled back, then lumbered into the forest without a second glance.
Scrambling to her paws, she winced as she jarred her wounds. Limping over to the kit, she must have hurt her leg in the fall, she rasped. "Come on. We're going home."
