Post by Raven~ on Nov 21, 2020 22:19:22 GMT -6
Cricketcall
lichenclan
longhaired blue classic tabby with yellow eyes
warrior
she-cat
47 moons
Appearance
Not necessarily anyone's first idea of feminine, Cricketcall boasts a sturdy posture, well muscled and with an appearance of power. There are subtle curves of her body that whisper of her femininity while still conveying to every cat that sees her that she has a strength to bring to the table.
Cricketcall bears a thick coat that does wonders for keeping her warm in the winter. Though technically a tabby, her swirling stripes and long fur mesh together to give her an appearance of mostly dark gray with some hints of the lighter, warmer gray that is her base color. The stripes are more prominent on her face and legs where they aren’t as thick. White covers her muzzle and stretches up, tapering to a point between intense yellow eyes.
A rounded face gives a gentle appearance to the large cat. The true contour of her cheeks is lost beneath her flowing fur. A pink nose sits at the end of a broad muzzle. Her ears, large and widely set, sit far apart on top of her head and end in dark tufts of fur.
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Cricketcall bears a thick coat that does wonders for keeping her warm in the winter. Though technically a tabby, her swirling stripes and long fur mesh together to give her an appearance of mostly dark gray with some hints of the lighter, warmer gray that is her base color. The stripes are more prominent on her face and legs where they aren’t as thick. White covers her muzzle and stretches up, tapering to a point between intense yellow eyes.
A rounded face gives a gentle appearance to the large cat. The true contour of her cheeks is lost beneath her flowing fur. A pink nose sits at the end of a broad muzzle. Her ears, large and widely set, sit far apart on top of her head and end in dark tufts of fur.
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Personality
Obedient | Loyal | Cunning | Observant | Opportunistic
Cricketcall may very well be what the most traditional of LichenClan’s members would consider a perfect lady. She is quiet and careful to never speak out of turn. Obedience is something that was instilled in her from early in life. As long as the cat asking her is a well respected member of the Clan, she will always do what she is asked. Eager to please, she will jump at the chance to curry favor with her Clanmates by doing favors herself. Ever faithful and loyal, she bears an unwavering love of StarClan. She strives to live her life in a way that would please her ancestors and, by extension, the higher ups of LichenClan. She vocally supports the leadership of the Clan, though she privately thinks that Minnowstar, as a female, may not be the ideal first choice to lead. Without a male heir to the Heron line, though, there is little choice.
Old-fashioned, Cricketcall believes that a she-cats place, at least once in their life, is in the nursery. Strong queens make strong children which make strong warriors which make a strong LichenClan. Despite these views, she is a smart cat and easily spots opportunities to get what she wants; and what she wants is to salvage her family’s good name. She would throw lesser members of the Clan into a badger’s jaws if it meant that she could gain some of the respect her grandfather had lost for them by supporting Egret.
A recent insecurity has grown within Cricketcall and she finds herself craving validation from the cats she looks up to. She was once her mother’s favorite daughter, but that favor has recently shifted to her sister, Shalesong, and she is desperately trying to earn it back. Having grown used to the attention her mother showered on her, there is now a void where that affection used to sit. If she sees a chance for praise or positive attention, she is sure to try and take it.
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Cricketcall may very well be what the most traditional of LichenClan’s members would consider a perfect lady. She is quiet and careful to never speak out of turn. Obedience is something that was instilled in her from early in life. As long as the cat asking her is a well respected member of the Clan, she will always do what she is asked. Eager to please, she will jump at the chance to curry favor with her Clanmates by doing favors herself. Ever faithful and loyal, she bears an unwavering love of StarClan. She strives to live her life in a way that would please her ancestors and, by extension, the higher ups of LichenClan. She vocally supports the leadership of the Clan, though she privately thinks that Minnowstar, as a female, may not be the ideal first choice to lead. Without a male heir to the Heron line, though, there is little choice.
Old-fashioned, Cricketcall believes that a she-cats place, at least once in their life, is in the nursery. Strong queens make strong children which make strong warriors which make a strong LichenClan. Despite these views, she is a smart cat and easily spots opportunities to get what she wants; and what she wants is to salvage her family’s good name. She would throw lesser members of the Clan into a badger’s jaws if it meant that she could gain some of the respect her grandfather had lost for them by supporting Egret.
A recent insecurity has grown within Cricketcall and she finds herself craving validation from the cats she looks up to. She was once her mother’s favorite daughter, but that favor has recently shifted to her sister, Shalesong, and she is desperately trying to earn it back. Having grown used to the attention her mother showered on her, there is now a void where that affection used to sit. If she sees a chance for praise or positive attention, she is sure to try and take it.
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History
Born among a litter of three to a family struggling to regain some sort of station after her ancestor’s mistakes, Cricketkit and her sisters Sutrgeonkit and Morelkit came into the world quietly. They grew in the background, out of the way and unobstructive as the elders of her family taught them what they would need to survive in the social structure of their Clan. From the beginning, Cricketkit was told of the importance of her behavior. Theirs was the only branch remaining of their withered family tree. Labeled as Egret supporters, her kin had been met with mysterious and fatal accidents until her immediate family was all that remained. This paranoia was ever-present from her birth to the point that she would never realize that paranoia was all that it was. The idea of being a subservient, agreeable and faithful cat was drilled into her tender mind as soon as she was able to understand it. Between her and her sisters, they would need to do everything they could to prove that they were loyal to Heron’s line, no matter what the past spoke of.
Words came rarely to Cricketkit. She kept her mouth shut and her head bowed around the warriors and respected members of the Clan and always did what she was told. Her biggest focus in growing up was not to attract too much attention to herself. She never got in trouble and she never caused a fuss.
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Training went much the same as her time in the nursery. It had been made clear to her that she and her littermates were to show their ability to succeed. They couldn’t be viewed as dead weight. At the same time, they mustn’t outshine the more important apprentices. Each whisker of progress had to be taken gradually so they weren’t a threat. Cricketpaw stayed quiet, showing her dedication through duty rather than charm as Morelpaw did. She would volunteer for the less desirable chores to make room for others to focus on their training. She was loose with her praise and admiration of favored apprentices as well as supporting the Clan’s leadership.
As she grew in size and skill, she would hold herself back. She’d show enough to anyone paying attention to prove that she would become an asset to the Clan, able to hunt and fight, while simultaneously leaving plenty of room for others to excel. None of her more worthy denmates would fall under her shadow.
Quiet and obedient, Cricketpaw had earned the favor of their mother and it was an attention she savored. It made her proud to think that she was doing what was expected of her. Unlike Morelpaw, she was even doing it in the way that was expected of her. She was well-liked enough among her peers, but didn’t rock the boat as much as Shalepaw did with her words. It didn’t go unnoticed, though, how cats had started speaking well of their family just for being charmed by her sister.
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After a quiet and uneventful life of head bowing, Cricketpaw became Cricketcall alongside her littermates. Her parents took them aside that night and revealed the true nature of what was expected of them. As adults, what she and her sisters needed to do was to place themselves into a family that held favor with StarClan and the rest of LichenClan. They were to become mothers, continue their line. If they failed… their family would be erased from LichenClan forever.
Though they had made progress in their family’s standing, they still sat on a low rung in the hierarchy of the Clan. Medical attention was hard to come by unless the healers of the Clan were in a good mood.. or so she was told. Too often, wounds went untreated and sicknesses were left to heal on their own.. or so she was told. Fortunately for Cricketcall, this didn’t hinder her too much. Into adulthood, she’d managed to never find herself afflicted with a serious wound or crippling illness. This percieved lack of care would even prove valuable to her in a way she would never expect.
Morelmask, with all her charm, had her choice of suitors. Though she was a decently skilled warrior, Cricketcall was nervous that she wouldn’t have such an easy time finding a partner. But that was where being the favored daughter came into play. With help from her mother, she was courted to a decently respected warrior. It was a modest attempt, not overly ambitious but still valuable to the family. Cricketcall and her mate got along, but it would be a stretch to say that they loved each other. Duty-bound, she found herself pregnant and she was thrilled at the prospect of finally carrying out her destiny. She would be a mother and her children would continue the work she had started. With the next generation, maybe their place in the Clan would be secure.
At her mother’s urging, she kept her pregnancy a secret. Believing themselves to be without care from the medicine cats, they kept the news to themselves with the queens of the family caring for Cricketcall during her pregnancy. Her sturdy frame and thick pelt did well to hide her belly as it grew, but before she could know the joy of motherhood, her world came crashing down around her.
In the middle of a stormy night, she was woken with terrible stomach pain. The cramping in her belly was so fierce, she knew that something was wrong with her brood. She woke her mother and they slipped away together. That night, Cricketcall suffered a miscarriage. She had known that it was far too early for her pains to be from kitting. The kits she bore that night were tiny, some of them half formed, but most importantly, they were dead. The appearance of the kits was terrifying to the ailing queen. They never would have made good warriors even if they had lived. Desperately, she tried to pinpoint what StarClan might be punishing her for. If she couldn’t be a mother, what use could she be to her family? With dismay, she saw the same question in the eyes of her mother.
Discreetly, her mother buried the misshapen kits while Cricketcall lay in the brush, recovering from her ordeal. The medicine cats hadn’t paid her any attention in moons. No cat outside their family had even known that she was pregnant. This miserable failure could be kept secret and, for that much at least, she was grateful. Somberly, her mother declared that her daughter must be infertile, a victim of their family’s curse. Birth defects ran rampant in their blood, she had told her that night.
Cricketcall was terrified. Her whole life she’d known what had been expected of her and now she had no idea what she was meant to do. To make matters worse, her mother, who had clearly favored Cricketcall her whole life, began to pay more attention to her sister, Morelmask. It was truly adding insult to injury when her smaller sister was able to birth and raise a healthy son.
Cricketcall’s mate had decided on a more appealing partner and they parted ways. Lost and lonely, she was faced with figuring out how she could prove to her mother that she was still valuable to the family. Even if she had to do it herself, she would find herself a respectable mate. Her problems kitting would be kept a closely guarded secret and a source of deep shame. She would find a way she could still help her family...
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Words came rarely to Cricketkit. She kept her mouth shut and her head bowed around the warriors and respected members of the Clan and always did what she was told. Her biggest focus in growing up was not to attract too much attention to herself. She never got in trouble and she never caused a fuss.
----
Training went much the same as her time in the nursery. It had been made clear to her that she and her littermates were to show their ability to succeed. They couldn’t be viewed as dead weight. At the same time, they mustn’t outshine the more important apprentices. Each whisker of progress had to be taken gradually so they weren’t a threat. Cricketpaw stayed quiet, showing her dedication through duty rather than charm as Morelpaw did. She would volunteer for the less desirable chores to make room for others to focus on their training. She was loose with her praise and admiration of favored apprentices as well as supporting the Clan’s leadership.
As she grew in size and skill, she would hold herself back. She’d show enough to anyone paying attention to prove that she would become an asset to the Clan, able to hunt and fight, while simultaneously leaving plenty of room for others to excel. None of her more worthy denmates would fall under her shadow.
Quiet and obedient, Cricketpaw had earned the favor of their mother and it was an attention she savored. It made her proud to think that she was doing what was expected of her. Unlike Morelpaw, she was even doing it in the way that was expected of her. She was well-liked enough among her peers, but didn’t rock the boat as much as Shalepaw did with her words. It didn’t go unnoticed, though, how cats had started speaking well of their family just for being charmed by her sister.
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After a quiet and uneventful life of head bowing, Cricketpaw became Cricketcall alongside her littermates. Her parents took them aside that night and revealed the true nature of what was expected of them. As adults, what she and her sisters needed to do was to place themselves into a family that held favor with StarClan and the rest of LichenClan. They were to become mothers, continue their line. If they failed… their family would be erased from LichenClan forever.
Though they had made progress in their family’s standing, they still sat on a low rung in the hierarchy of the Clan. Medical attention was hard to come by unless the healers of the Clan were in a good mood.. or so she was told. Too often, wounds went untreated and sicknesses were left to heal on their own.. or so she was told. Fortunately for Cricketcall, this didn’t hinder her too much. Into adulthood, she’d managed to never find herself afflicted with a serious wound or crippling illness. This percieved lack of care would even prove valuable to her in a way she would never expect.
Morelmask, with all her charm, had her choice of suitors. Though she was a decently skilled warrior, Cricketcall was nervous that she wouldn’t have such an easy time finding a partner. But that was where being the favored daughter came into play. With help from her mother, she was courted to a decently respected warrior. It was a modest attempt, not overly ambitious but still valuable to the family. Cricketcall and her mate got along, but it would be a stretch to say that they loved each other. Duty-bound, she found herself pregnant and she was thrilled at the prospect of finally carrying out her destiny. She would be a mother and her children would continue the work she had started. With the next generation, maybe their place in the Clan would be secure.
At her mother’s urging, she kept her pregnancy a secret. Believing themselves to be without care from the medicine cats, they kept the news to themselves with the queens of the family caring for Cricketcall during her pregnancy. Her sturdy frame and thick pelt did well to hide her belly as it grew, but before she could know the joy of motherhood, her world came crashing down around her.
In the middle of a stormy night, she was woken with terrible stomach pain. The cramping in her belly was so fierce, she knew that something was wrong with her brood. She woke her mother and they slipped away together. That night, Cricketcall suffered a miscarriage. She had known that it was far too early for her pains to be from kitting. The kits she bore that night were tiny, some of them half formed, but most importantly, they were dead. The appearance of the kits was terrifying to the ailing queen. They never would have made good warriors even if they had lived. Desperately, she tried to pinpoint what StarClan might be punishing her for. If she couldn’t be a mother, what use could she be to her family? With dismay, she saw the same question in the eyes of her mother.
Discreetly, her mother buried the misshapen kits while Cricketcall lay in the brush, recovering from her ordeal. The medicine cats hadn’t paid her any attention in moons. No cat outside their family had even known that she was pregnant. This miserable failure could be kept secret and, for that much at least, she was grateful. Somberly, her mother declared that her daughter must be infertile, a victim of their family’s curse. Birth defects ran rampant in their blood, she had told her that night.
Cricketcall was terrified. Her whole life she’d known what had been expected of her and now she had no idea what she was meant to do. To make matters worse, her mother, who had clearly favored Cricketcall her whole life, began to pay more attention to her sister, Morelmask. It was truly adding insult to injury when her smaller sister was able to birth and raise a healthy son.
Cricketcall’s mate had decided on a more appealing partner and they parted ways. Lost and lonely, she was faced with figuring out how she could prove to her mother that she was still valuable to the family. Even if she had to do it herself, she would find herself a respectable mate. Her problems kitting would be kept a closely guarded secret and a source of deep shame. She would find a way she could still help her family...
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