Post by dumpster on Aug 31, 2020 14:46:40 GMT -6
drizzlepelt
redwoodclan
A soft coated blue molly with bright green eyes.
warrior
female
50 MOONS
A p p e a r a n c e
Drizzlepelt is a pleasantly fat and pretty blue coated molly with faint tabby markings. She stands of average height for most RedwoodClan mollies and used to boast the typical muscular shoulders and haunches generally assigned to her Clan before her lengthy stay within the nursery raising not only her own litter, but helping other queens with theirs as well even after Hollowkit and Gullykit became Hollowpaw and Gullypaw. She has grown soft physically where she has perhaps hardened spiritually. Motherhood has altered her frame in ways that even patrols and drilling have been unable to rectify; with a generous, warm belly still remaining even after her kits have grown into warriors themselves.
Her coat is a diluted mix of blues, greys, and not nearly black tabby markings overlaying her spine and ribs. More notable than its muted coloration is the softness of her fur and the many layers attributed to her pelt. She is particularly prone to matting and engages in a thrice daily battle with her tangles to ensure that they do not become troublesome patches within her pelt.
Drizzlepelt’s eyes are one of her most memorable features; she sports bright green eyes that regard her compatriots with a patient and encouraging glimmer. Her expressions are usually mild and guarded in nature, as Drizzlepelt neglects to offer her honest thoughts unless requested.
Her coat is a diluted mix of blues, greys, and not nearly black tabby markings overlaying her spine and ribs. More notable than its muted coloration is the softness of her fur and the many layers attributed to her pelt. She is particularly prone to matting and engages in a thrice daily battle with her tangles to ensure that they do not become troublesome patches within her pelt.
Drizzlepelt’s eyes are one of her most memorable features; she sports bright green eyes that regard her compatriots with a patient and encouraging glimmer. Her expressions are usually mild and guarded in nature, as Drizzlepelt neglects to offer her honest thoughts unless requested.
P e r s o n a l i t y
Prudent, Sentimental, Maternal, Reserved,
Polite, Conservative, & Nationalistic
pru·dent: acting with or showing care and thought for the future.
similar// sagacious || Drizzlepelt's mind is nearly constantly thinking of the future. She's a welcome resource for the Clan to have during times of famine for her fair and judicious manner of distributing resources throughout the Clan and trying to feed as many mouths as possible. Unfortunately, Drizzlepelt's prudency and mindfulness is born of a near constant low-lying anxiety and fear for the future of the Clan and her loved ones.
sen·ti·men·tal: (of person) prone to feelings of tenderness, sadness, or nostalgia.
similar// mawkish || This is a molly that clings to every happy memory she holds with an iron grip. Having witnessed so much hardship and misfortune in her lifetime, Drizzlepelt is quite keen on what fond memories she does have and safeguards them. In addition to being sentimental, Drizzlepelt can at times seem more forgiving of her Clanmates than she should be due to whatever fondness she holds for the individual in question... though it would be foolish to believe that she forgets where she forgives.
ma·ter·nal: denoting feelings associated with or typical of a mother; motherly.
similar// nurturing || It was clear from the time that she was a kit with how she tended to and looked after those younger than herself in the nursery (and often times those older, as well) that Drizzlepelt was destined for motherhood. She has a knack for bringing out the best in those around her and encouraging even the most obstinate of cats to become better versions of themselves. She encourages personal growth at all times and has become something of a steady, reliable 'auntie' to a large number of cats inside of RedwoodClan. She is fiercely protective of young cats in particular.
re·served: slow to reveal emotion or opinions.
similar// restrained || More of a listener than a speaker when it comes to sharing her thoughts and feelings on virtually any matter, Drizzlepelt is very careful and conservative with her words. She puts thought and care into every interaction she has with her Clanmates, knowing better than most the detriment to another than an uncaring tongue can bestow. When asked for her thoughts, Drizzlepelt provides them in a rather measured manner, and usually never more than what was asked of her.
po·lite: having or showing behavior that is respectful and considerate of others
similar// mannered || If known for anything other than her maternal nature, it would be her manners. Drizzlepelt is very polite and quietly demands the same respect from those around her, resorting to ignoring others if they are too rude for her tastes. Her displeasure with other cats is most often shown through her silence and avoidance of the individual until action shows change in behavior.
con·serv·a·tive: holding of traditional attitudes and values and cautious about change
similar// traditionalist || Drizzlepelt believes in the code and their duty to follow it. She is uncomfortable with change brought to their Clan and would prefer that they remained within their borders and dedicated themselves to one another. She is less tolerant than one would think when it comes to those outside of RedwoodClan, and has a subtle but noted difference in her interactions with even the youths of outside groups.
na·tion·al·is·tic: having strong identification with one's own nation and vigorous support for its interests, to the exclusion of the interests of others.
similar// isolationist || After having lived nearly a lifetime of off-and-on warfare and tragedy, Drizzlepelt has developed the belief that RedwoodClan should be focusing solely on RedwoodClan until their safety is assured and all threats to their survival and prosperity nullified. She stands in quiet opposition of their Clan's welcoming nature to outsiders and tries to encourage similar beliefs within the minds of the youth that she works with.
similar// sagacious || Drizzlepelt's mind is nearly constantly thinking of the future. She's a welcome resource for the Clan to have during times of famine for her fair and judicious manner of distributing resources throughout the Clan and trying to feed as many mouths as possible. Unfortunately, Drizzlepelt's prudency and mindfulness is born of a near constant low-lying anxiety and fear for the future of the Clan and her loved ones.
sen·ti·men·tal: (of person) prone to feelings of tenderness, sadness, or nostalgia.
similar// mawkish || This is a molly that clings to every happy memory she holds with an iron grip. Having witnessed so much hardship and misfortune in her lifetime, Drizzlepelt is quite keen on what fond memories she does have and safeguards them. In addition to being sentimental, Drizzlepelt can at times seem more forgiving of her Clanmates than she should be due to whatever fondness she holds for the individual in question... though it would be foolish to believe that she forgets where she forgives.
ma·ter·nal: denoting feelings associated with or typical of a mother; motherly.
similar// nurturing || It was clear from the time that she was a kit with how she tended to and looked after those younger than herself in the nursery (and often times those older, as well) that Drizzlepelt was destined for motherhood. She has a knack for bringing out the best in those around her and encouraging even the most obstinate of cats to become better versions of themselves. She encourages personal growth at all times and has become something of a steady, reliable 'auntie' to a large number of cats inside of RedwoodClan. She is fiercely protective of young cats in particular.
re·served: slow to reveal emotion or opinions.
similar// restrained || More of a listener than a speaker when it comes to sharing her thoughts and feelings on virtually any matter, Drizzlepelt is very careful and conservative with her words. She puts thought and care into every interaction she has with her Clanmates, knowing better than most the detriment to another than an uncaring tongue can bestow. When asked for her thoughts, Drizzlepelt provides them in a rather measured manner, and usually never more than what was asked of her.
po·lite: having or showing behavior that is respectful and considerate of others
similar// mannered || If known for anything other than her maternal nature, it would be her manners. Drizzlepelt is very polite and quietly demands the same respect from those around her, resorting to ignoring others if they are too rude for her tastes. Her displeasure with other cats is most often shown through her silence and avoidance of the individual until action shows change in behavior.
con·serv·a·tive: holding of traditional attitudes and values and cautious about change
similar// traditionalist || Drizzlepelt believes in the code and their duty to follow it. She is uncomfortable with change brought to their Clan and would prefer that they remained within their borders and dedicated themselves to one another. She is less tolerant than one would think when it comes to those outside of RedwoodClan, and has a subtle but noted difference in her interactions with even the youths of outside groups.
na·tion·al·is·tic: having strong identification with one's own nation and vigorous support for its interests, to the exclusion of the interests of others.
similar// isolationist || After having lived nearly a lifetime of off-and-on warfare and tragedy, Drizzlepelt has developed the belief that RedwoodClan should be focusing solely on RedwoodClan until their safety is assured and all threats to their survival and prosperity nullified. She stands in quiet opposition of their Clan's welcoming nature to outsiders and tries to encourage similar beliefs within the minds of the youth that she works with.
H i s t o r y
Mother: Deceased, killed in battle.
Father: Deceased, killed in battle.
Littermate(s):Gulchstone, deceased. killed in battle.
Mate(s):Liontooth, deceased. Illness perpetuated by malnutrition.
Kit(s): Gullystorm (gammaneise ), Hollowfrost (Egotistic )
Mottlekit, deceased. Illness perpetuated by malnutrition.
The taste of their mother’s milk was perhaps rendered all the sweeter by their Clan’s present and all too temporary state of peace.
Two strong, healthy kits were all that resulted of a litter of three kittens two days following their birth. They were named Gulchkit and Drizzlekit… and they thrived at their mother’s stomach. The two remained sheltered within the nursery as tensions rose… but not even time could spare the pair from the troubles afflicting their birth Clan. Very quickly, they came to know the nature of war. Their childhood bore its way to an abrupt halt.
She was apprenticed under times of war.
Her training was extensive, but it wasn’t enough. There were no measures of any clanmate that seemed to be enough. She wasn’t there when Bluetail breathed their last breath—but she was there for the survivors of that battle. She helped keep their wounds clean, she brought freshkill and wet moss to them; she absorbed the worries of those that felt they might not make it.
She fell in love swiftly and very young… but both she and the target of her affections quickly and quietly buried their feelings until moons later in favor of their duties.
Then was not the time.
Grief was still a foreign thing until it took Drizzlepaw and Gulchpaw’s father from them. The concept became incredibly real in a matter of mere sentences explaining what had happened. Where the pair was stunned, their mother was driven mad, as some would say, with grief and threw herself into battle after battle until she finally joined her beloved in the most honorable fashion that she knew how… death in combat.
Gulchpaw became Gulchstone; Drizzlepaw became Drizzlepelt.
The fighting never seemed to end, but she found happiness in the midst of it when she began nesting with a seasoned warrior named Liontooth. Too soon for her tastes, she felt herself growing heavy with his kits. Both her brother and her mate assured her that each and every fight would be the last fight, but the battles continued on. She felt helpless and alone despite the crowded state of RedwoodClan’s nursery at the time… and it was less than a moon before the birth of her kits with Liontooth that her brother, Gulchstone, was killed in battle with LichenClan. When her kits were born, she named one of the toms Gullykit, after his recently deceased uncle. The others she named Hollowkit and Mottlekit… their presence softened the blow of her grief.
And then winter came.
Prey became scarce and bellies began to rumble. The queens in the nursery worked together to try and ensure every kit was fed, but like so many others around her… Drizzlepelt lost her milk. Her heart broke as her malnourished kits shivered together at her belly for warmth. She became desperate -- but not even her desperation and tender care could stop the cruel grip of illness that sank its teeth into not only Liontooth, but their daughter, Mottlekit, as well.
Perhaps they would have survived had they not been so malnourished. Mottlekit passed before Liontooth; Drizzlepelt buried them with the help of other surviving warriors… Hollowkit and Gullykit were too weak to attend the burial ceremony – and old enough to remember as much.
Winter eventually released its cruel grip. Prey returned, and her sons grew strong enough by their sixth moons to receive their new names… Hollowpaw and Gullypaw. She should have been proud – but she felt little else but dread. With the return of the sun and warmth… it was only a matter of time before their enemies would return, as well. Drizzlepelt remained in the nursery for a time even after her sons were apprenticed, assisting the other queens with their litters until the well-populated nursery became less-so.
Their enemies came with the arrival of the new season… and the Clan lost its leader and more warriors in the bloodbath that followed. Her sons tasted battle by the time they were eight moons old. Her dread grew.
More death followed; each time, Drizzlepelt feared that one of her sons would be dragged back into the camp with their throats torn in such familiar fashions… but they survived. They became warriors, and still Drizzlepelt struggled to feel anything other than worry as they ascended the trees for their vigil. It seemed as though the fighting would never end… eventually, it even entered their very dens.
She worked to safeguard the nursery and those too young, old, or ill to fight.
The only reason she was not overwhelmed was because of the swift and ferocious intervention of Beavergaze to drive off her attacker. After the fighting ended, Drizzlepelt helped lay their dead to rest… once more relieved in a way that sickened her that the faces she buried weren’t those of her sons.
“Something needs to change,” she had said to the burly figure beside her, “One day I’ll bury my sons,” her voice barely held a breath behind it.
“I won’t let that happen. RedwoodClan will be safe.”
Father: Deceased, killed in battle.
Littermate(s):
Mate(s):
Kit(s): Gullystorm (gammaneise ), Hollowfrost (Egotistic )
The taste of their mother’s milk was perhaps rendered all the sweeter by their Clan’s present and all too temporary state of peace.
Two strong, healthy kits were all that resulted of a litter of three kittens two days following their birth. They were named Gulchkit and Drizzlekit… and they thrived at their mother’s stomach. The two remained sheltered within the nursery as tensions rose… but not even time could spare the pair from the troubles afflicting their birth Clan. Very quickly, they came to know the nature of war. Their childhood bore its way to an abrupt halt.
She was apprenticed under times of war.
Her training was extensive, but it wasn’t enough. There were no measures of any clanmate that seemed to be enough. She wasn’t there when Bluetail breathed their last breath—but she was there for the survivors of that battle. She helped keep their wounds clean, she brought freshkill and wet moss to them; she absorbed the worries of those that felt they might not make it.
She fell in love swiftly and very young… but both she and the target of her affections quickly and quietly buried their feelings until moons later in favor of their duties.
Then was not the time.
Grief was still a foreign thing until it took Drizzlepaw and Gulchpaw’s father from them. The concept became incredibly real in a matter of mere sentences explaining what had happened. Where the pair was stunned, their mother was driven mad, as some would say, with grief and threw herself into battle after battle until she finally joined her beloved in the most honorable fashion that she knew how… death in combat.
Gulchpaw became Gulchstone; Drizzlepaw became Drizzlepelt.
The fighting never seemed to end, but she found happiness in the midst of it when she began nesting with a seasoned warrior named Liontooth. Too soon for her tastes, she felt herself growing heavy with his kits. Both her brother and her mate assured her that each and every fight would be the last fight, but the battles continued on. She felt helpless and alone despite the crowded state of RedwoodClan’s nursery at the time… and it was less than a moon before the birth of her kits with Liontooth that her brother, Gulchstone, was killed in battle with LichenClan. When her kits were born, she named one of the toms Gullykit, after his recently deceased uncle. The others she named Hollowkit and Mottlekit… their presence softened the blow of her grief.
And then winter came.
Prey became scarce and bellies began to rumble. The queens in the nursery worked together to try and ensure every kit was fed, but like so many others around her… Drizzlepelt lost her milk. Her heart broke as her malnourished kits shivered together at her belly for warmth. She became desperate -- but not even her desperation and tender care could stop the cruel grip of illness that sank its teeth into not only Liontooth, but their daughter, Mottlekit, as well.
Perhaps they would have survived had they not been so malnourished. Mottlekit passed before Liontooth; Drizzlepelt buried them with the help of other surviving warriors… Hollowkit and Gullykit were too weak to attend the burial ceremony – and old enough to remember as much.
Winter eventually released its cruel grip. Prey returned, and her sons grew strong enough by their sixth moons to receive their new names… Hollowpaw and Gullypaw. She should have been proud – but she felt little else but dread. With the return of the sun and warmth… it was only a matter of time before their enemies would return, as well. Drizzlepelt remained in the nursery for a time even after her sons were apprenticed, assisting the other queens with their litters until the well-populated nursery became less-so.
Their enemies came with the arrival of the new season… and the Clan lost its leader and more warriors in the bloodbath that followed. Her sons tasted battle by the time they were eight moons old. Her dread grew.
More death followed; each time, Drizzlepelt feared that one of her sons would be dragged back into the camp with their throats torn in such familiar fashions… but they survived. They became warriors, and still Drizzlepelt struggled to feel anything other than worry as they ascended the trees for their vigil. It seemed as though the fighting would never end… eventually, it even entered their very dens.
She worked to safeguard the nursery and those too young, old, or ill to fight.
The only reason she was not overwhelmed was because of the swift and ferocious intervention of Beavergaze to drive off her attacker. After the fighting ended, Drizzlepelt helped lay their dead to rest… once more relieved in a way that sickened her that the faces she buried weren’t those of her sons.
“Something needs to change,” she had said to the burly figure beside her, “One day I’ll bury my sons,” her voice barely held a breath behind it.
“I won’t let that happen. RedwoodClan will be safe.”
Inclusion cleared with beavers
