Post by dumpster on Nov 11, 2020 1:40:30 GMT -6
shalesong
lichenclan
a long haired silver and blue tabby with watchful eyes
warrior
female
47 moons
A p p e a r a n c e
- DESCRIBE CHARACTER STATURE
- DESCRIBE CHARACTER PELT
- DESCRIBE CHARACTER FACE
- DESCRIBE CHARACTER PELT
- DESCRIBE CHARACTER FACE
P e r s o n a l i t y
cunning/shrewd, dignified/composed, deceitful/self-serving, paranoid/cautious, watchful/perceptive, opportunistic/beguiling
- DESCRIBE POSITIVE TRAIT 1
- DESCRIBE POSITIVE TRAIT 2
- DESCRIBE NEGATIVE TRAIT 1
- DESCRIBE NEGATIVE TRAIT 2
H i s t o r y
- DESCRIBE CHARACTER KITHOOD
A grand and talented station rendered nothing more than history subject to rumor.
They were great—a line of their own among the faithful that had rent for themselves a favorable place among the stars… until that head of house, until that which had lead them to ruin through compassion and a naïve sense of right. That which had forsaken all of their own for this foolish ideal; this impossible fantasy. Her parents suffered for it… she suffered for it—but not in a way that she would understand. Not right away.
At first, it was merely contributions from her parents.
Then it was the life of her grandfather—a life demanded through his miscalculations; through his social ineptitude.
He’d been doomed from the start.
“Eugh, he’s coming this way… smile now, Dearie,” the old crone whispered to Shalekit as Sagestar padded by them and through their cavernous home without so much as a glance in their direction. “can’t stand the sodden piece of—ggnrh…” the embittered molly whispered to the she-kit that trailed after her.
“If you dislike him so, why must we smile and dip our heads to him?” Shalekit wondered as she kept pace with her great aunt, brow furrowing curiously as a plumed tail lofted high behind her. It didn’t make much sense to her, but she had come to quickly understand that a smile within their Clan meant even less than a stoic, measured expression. A sign of deference sometimes mandated—however reluctantly its issuance was given; particularly in the case of her grandmother’s sister.
“To guard our throats!” came the what wasn’t precisely a mere jest. The old molly sighed and shook her head, frowning down at Shalekit, “Sometimes it’s better to smile at someone you hate than to cause too much trouble; they don’t like trouble,” she warned her, tone dark with personal experience on the matter.
“But what if someone I hate does something terrible? Something horrible?” Shalekit challenged.
“Then you wrest those little lips of yours up into a smile…” her ancient aunt told her, turning round to seize her into a better position for grooming, “…and you forget about every bit of it—every single word said, every glare you witnessed… you forget it all…. Unless you’re sure,” she said. The gravity of the situation and of her words were rendered in a cautionary fashion into Shalekit’s pelt. “—I wish this wasn’t our time,” her aunt, grand in more than just age and station spoke.
It wasn’t until later that Shalekit understood what it was that she meant.
She wished, presently, that she could have been half the molly that her great-aunt was.
- DESCRIBE CHARACTER APPRENTICESHIP
While they had always been groomed in more than the literal sense; true caution was instilled in Shalepaw and her two siblings once they became apprentices.
They were to succeed—but not by too much; never more than the truest of Heron supporters… they weren’t worthy of that level of success, even if it was warranted. It was strange to feel her paws bound by cunning and wit rather than any true lacking in skill. She was talented; their entire family could boast skills, each of them… but not without the generational exsanguination that had followed their line ever since their predecessor’s rampant and follied support of Her.
His name had been stricken from history for his transgressions… not even his own descendants would reference him.
He was to be forgotten among the stars—to fade away and suffer the ultimate punishment of nonexistence through his grievous sins… but just because his name was no longer spoken didn’t mean that his descendants didn’t suffer for his actions. Many found themselves subject to accidents, even more than that sent to the front lines of too many battles until, finally, their entire line had been whittled down to only the most cunning of their branches… only to those willing to sacrifice each and every one of their personal feelings and a modicum of ambition for the sake of their family.
Ambitious ideas were only ever praised if they were modest in their estimation and saw to it that they inched their family’s position ever father from the ties that bound them to the mistaken dead.
Shalepaw grew to resent this, quietly…
Through her first administrations meant to appease her sense of dignity, she learned that such plays were not allowed—not for her.
She had to be craftier… and so she began fashioning her interactions so that through wit and charm, she could negotiate and convince others to take it upon themselves to be the tools of her vengeance at this unfair predicament their family suffered from. Little by little, her words knitted their way into the minds of her peers and drove those more worthy to defend her take action against those who would speak ill of her family.
Her family watched on with a guarded sense of relief and what wasn’t quite glee… it was exactly the behavior they had desired—no matter where it had actually stemmed from.
It mattered not if it was born of pride of familial dedication; it still happened, it all still went according to plan.
words words about apprentice stuff
- DESCRIBE CHARACTER WARRIOR STATUS
a duty issued; a promise reluctantly given
paranoia.
A grand and talented station rendered nothing more than history subject to rumor.
They were great—a line of their own among the faithful that had rent for themselves a favorable place among the stars… until that head of house, until that which had lead them to ruin through compassion and a naïve sense of right. That which had forsaken all of their own for this foolish ideal; this impossible fantasy. Her parents suffered for it… she suffered for it—but not in a way that she would understand. Not right away.
At first, it was merely contributions from her parents.
Then it was the life of her grandfather—a life demanded through his miscalculations; through his social ineptitude.
He’d been doomed from the start.
“Eugh, he’s coming this way… smile now, Dearie,” the old crone whispered to Shalekit as Sagestar padded by them and through their cavernous home without so much as a glance in their direction. “can’t stand the sodden piece of—ggnrh…” the embittered molly whispered to the she-kit that trailed after her.
“If you dislike him so, why must we smile and dip our heads to him?” Shalekit wondered as she kept pace with her great aunt, brow furrowing curiously as a plumed tail lofted high behind her. It didn’t make much sense to her, but she had come to quickly understand that a smile within their Clan meant even less than a stoic, measured expression. A sign of deference sometimes mandated—however reluctantly its issuance was given; particularly in the case of her grandmother’s sister.
“To guard our throats!” came the what wasn’t precisely a mere jest. The old molly sighed and shook her head, frowning down at Shalekit, “Sometimes it’s better to smile at someone you hate than to cause too much trouble; they don’t like trouble,” she warned her, tone dark with personal experience on the matter.
“But what if someone I hate does something terrible? Something horrible?” Shalekit challenged.
“Then you wrest those little lips of yours up into a smile…” her ancient aunt told her, turning round to seize her into a better position for grooming, “…and you forget about every bit of it—every single word said, every glare you witnessed… you forget it all…. Unless you’re sure,” she said. The gravity of the situation and of her words were rendered in a cautionary fashion into Shalekit’s pelt. “—I wish this wasn’t our time,” her aunt, grand in more than just age and station spoke.
It wasn’t until later that Shalekit understood what it was that she meant.
She wished, presently, that she could have been half the molly that her great-aunt was.
- DESCRIBE CHARACTER APPRENTICESHIP
While they had always been groomed in more than the literal sense; true caution was instilled in Shalepaw and her two siblings once they became apprentices.
They were to succeed—but not by too much; never more than the truest of Heron supporters… they weren’t worthy of that level of success, even if it was warranted. It was strange to feel her paws bound by cunning and wit rather than any true lacking in skill. She was talented; their entire family could boast skills, each of them… but not without the generational exsanguination that had followed their line ever since their predecessor’s rampant and follied support of Her.
His name had been stricken from history for his transgressions… not even his own descendants would reference him.
He was to be forgotten among the stars—to fade away and suffer the ultimate punishment of nonexistence through his grievous sins… but just because his name was no longer spoken didn’t mean that his descendants didn’t suffer for his actions. Many found themselves subject to accidents, even more than that sent to the front lines of too many battles until, finally, their entire line had been whittled down to only the most cunning of their branches… only to those willing to sacrifice each and every one of their personal feelings and a modicum of ambition for the sake of their family.
Ambitious ideas were only ever praised if they were modest in their estimation and saw to it that they inched their family’s position ever father from the ties that bound them to the mistaken dead.
Shalepaw grew to resent this, quietly…
Through her first administrations meant to appease her sense of dignity, she learned that such plays were not allowed—not for her.
She had to be craftier… and so she began fashioning her interactions so that through wit and charm, she could negotiate and convince others to take it upon themselves to be the tools of her vengeance at this unfair predicament their family suffered from. Little by little, her words knitted their way into the minds of her peers and drove those more worthy to defend her take action against those who would speak ill of her family.
Her family watched on with a guarded sense of relief and what wasn’t quite glee… it was exactly the behavior they had desired—no matter where it had actually stemmed from.
It mattered not if it was born of pride of familial dedication; it still happened, it all still went according to plan.
words words about apprentice stuff
- DESCRIBE CHARACTER WARRIOR STATUS
a duty issued; a promise reluctantly given
paranoia.