Post by Silverfire on Mar 24, 2021 20:08:33 GMT -6
Wisteriawhisper
RedwoodClan
Large, fluffy dilute torbie she cat with green eyes
Warrior
She cat
39 moons
Appearance
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Wisteriawhisper is a rather large she-cat, surprisingly larger than both her siblings. With tall, slim body and a long tail, she’s quite the picture of feminine, and she likes it that way. While she doesn’t spend too much time grooming, as can be shown by her usually messy tail, she still has silky, soft fur that fills her frame with fluff.
Her paws are small. Dainty even. The claws they hide are sharp, yes, but with small tufts of fur between each and every toe, getting hit by them means, unless she trying to, it feels more like you’re being hit by clumps of moss. When she does want to hurt you however, you better look out.
Her muzzle, like her paws, is small and dainty, perfect for thrusting into mouse burrows to grab any hidden prey. Her fangs are long and sharp, to the point where they barely avoid sticking out of her mouth when she closes it. At the end of her muzzle sits a bubblegum pink nose which contrasts starkly with the pure white fur around it.
Speaking of her pelt, Wisteriawhisper is an absolutely stunning dilute torbie whose lilac colored pelt is mottled with beautiful cream and gray tabby patches. She has a little bit of white, specifically her muzzle and throat are white, along with a ring of white around both of her eyes.
A large part of her pelt is lilac, the purplish color reminding her mother of the wisterias she would sometimes see, which is what earned her name. Darker mackerel stripes criss cross her body, changing color along side the patches of fur. Her ears are lilac, while her front left paw is cream, her front right paw and back left paw are gray, and her back right paw is gray with some cream on her toes.
Somehow, she’s managed to stay lucky in terms of scars, only having a few that are all hidden under her fur.
Wisteriawhisper is a rather large she-cat, surprisingly larger than both her siblings. With tall, slim body and a long tail, she’s quite the picture of feminine, and she likes it that way. While she doesn’t spend too much time grooming, as can be shown by her usually messy tail, she still has silky, soft fur that fills her frame with fluff.
Her paws are small. Dainty even. The claws they hide are sharp, yes, but with small tufts of fur between each and every toe, getting hit by them means, unless she trying to, it feels more like you’re being hit by clumps of moss. When she does want to hurt you however, you better look out.
Her muzzle, like her paws, is small and dainty, perfect for thrusting into mouse burrows to grab any hidden prey. Her fangs are long and sharp, to the point where they barely avoid sticking out of her mouth when she closes it. At the end of her muzzle sits a bubblegum pink nose which contrasts starkly with the pure white fur around it.
Speaking of her pelt, Wisteriawhisper is an absolutely stunning dilute torbie whose lilac colored pelt is mottled with beautiful cream and gray tabby patches. She has a little bit of white, specifically her muzzle and throat are white, along with a ring of white around both of her eyes.
A large part of her pelt is lilac, the purplish color reminding her mother of the wisterias she would sometimes see, which is what earned her name. Darker mackerel stripes criss cross her body, changing color along side the patches of fur. Her ears are lilac, while her front left paw is cream, her front right paw and back left paw are gray, and her back right paw is gray with some cream on her toes.
Somehow, she’s managed to stay lucky in terms of scars, only having a few that are all hidden under her fur.
Personality
+ Empathetic- Despite the way she carries herself, Wisteriawhisper is exceptionally understanding and empathetic, able to put herself in the paws of others with ease. While she doesn’t show it all that much, she does truly feel for those who have lost loved ones and will be there to defend them if need be. Especially if someone loses a lot. If they lose enough, she’s willing to try to befriend them to try to get them out of a rut.
+ Honest- Wisteriawhisper subscribes to the belief that honesty is the best policy, and will not hesitate to express her true opinion on a subject when asked. Surprisingly though, she is not blunt. She is good at sugar coating her words to the point of softening the blow, but not enough to be considered a liar. She can’t stand liars and refuses to be a hypocrite.
+ Driven- If you’re looking for a cat to get something done for you, Wisteriawhisper is the cat for you. She has a drive like no other, which can lead to her doing some rather reckless or unsafe things, such as staying out all night on a cold leaf-bare night looking for that single piece of prey or throwing herself head first into a battle with little to no plan. If she had any desire to lead, she would probably be a great leader due to how driven she is.
- Sassy- Wisteriawhisper has one hell of a tongue on her, along with one big attitude. She has no patience for those who waste her time, and it’s extremely obvious. If she’s not just rolling her eyes at you or scoffing, she may raise a paw and tell you to talk to the paw or snap back at something you said with a sassy and sarcastic remark. She’s extremely full of spirit, which makes it very clear that her suffix was given to her for her hunting prowess and not her personality like some may think.
- Guarded- Wisteriawhisper doesn’t allow her emotions to be shown or her thoughts to be known easily. Not to her family, not to her friends. All are kept at tail length in an effort to protect herself. From what? The pain she felt when her love ended up dead at the gaping jaws of a coyote. There are two cats who she lets her guard down around. Foxpaw and Shiverpaw.
- Depressed- Despite Foxshiver’s death being moons ago, the dilute torbie is still mourning it. Despite adoring her kits and watching them grow, she will sometimes pull back, afraid to get too close for fear of losing them. She masks her pain well, but it isn’t uncommon for her to be found by his grave with flowers.
+ Honest- Wisteriawhisper subscribes to the belief that honesty is the best policy, and will not hesitate to express her true opinion on a subject when asked. Surprisingly though, she is not blunt. She is good at sugar coating her words to the point of softening the blow, but not enough to be considered a liar. She can’t stand liars and refuses to be a hypocrite.
+ Driven- If you’re looking for a cat to get something done for you, Wisteriawhisper is the cat for you. She has a drive like no other, which can lead to her doing some rather reckless or unsafe things, such as staying out all night on a cold leaf-bare night looking for that single piece of prey or throwing herself head first into a battle with little to no plan. If she had any desire to lead, she would probably be a great leader due to how driven she is.
- Sassy- Wisteriawhisper has one hell of a tongue on her, along with one big attitude. She has no patience for those who waste her time, and it’s extremely obvious. If she’s not just rolling her eyes at you or scoffing, she may raise a paw and tell you to talk to the paw or snap back at something you said with a sassy and sarcastic remark. She’s extremely full of spirit, which makes it very clear that her suffix was given to her for her hunting prowess and not her personality like some may think.
- Guarded- Wisteriawhisper doesn’t allow her emotions to be shown or her thoughts to be known easily. Not to her family, not to her friends. All are kept at tail length in an effort to protect herself. From what? The pain she felt when her love ended up dead at the gaping jaws of a coyote. There are two cats who she lets her guard down around. Foxpaw and Shiverpaw.
- Depressed- Despite Foxshiver’s death being moons ago, the dilute torbie is still mourning it. Despite adoring her kits and watching them grow, she will sometimes pull back, afraid to get too close for fear of losing them. She masks her pain well, but it isn’t uncommon for her to be found by his grave with flowers.
History
Second born in a litter of three, Wisteriakit was fortunate enough to have love surround her the moment she was born. Named for the pinkish purple colored plant that her pelt resembled, the she-cat quickly took her spot at her mother’s stomach nestled in between her siblings Indigokit and Alderkit
She didn’t stay there very long however, as the moment her eyes were open, she was wiggling around in order to explore the big world around her. In fact, it was that adventurous spirit that alerted both the clan and her parents to the fact that her eyes were open.
The sun was just starting to rise on a beautiful, crisp leaf-fall day when she stretched open her eyes for the first time. Her vision was blurry and weak, and she was barely able to make out vague shapes, but she could see a spot that looked brighter than the others. So, with her siblings, mother, and the rest of the nursery asleep, she wiggled her way out of the nest, her kicking miraculously not disturbing her mother. From there, she wriggled her way forwards, soft mewls escaping her mouth as she grew closer and closer to that bright spot.
After a good few minutes wiggling, she emerged into the daylight. The brightness caused her to instinctively shut her eyes, but that didn’t stop her. There were new scents everywhere and she wanted to find them all! She continued to wiggle forwards, only to run into the paws of a beautiful ginger and white patched tom. Unbeknownst to her at the time, this tom- the nine moon old Foxpaw- would play quite a role in her life. He herded her back into the nursery waking others up in the process and alerting them to the fact that she had in fact opened her eyes.
From that day forwards, her adventurous spirit only grew, and with it, grew her independence. She, Indigokit, and Alderkit were given practically free reign early on, and Wisteriakit relished in it. From playing games like sneak into the medicine den or warriors den to playing moss-ball, it wasn’t long before she grew bold enough to sneak out of camp... only to immediately run into Foxpaw. He herded her back in again, and thus started a “rivalry”.
Said rivalry wasn’t particularly important to him however, as it seemed like he found her more amusing than anything. After he received his warrior name Foxshiver towards the end a bitterly cold leaf-bare, the now four moon old she-kit vowed to make sure he could no longer cause her issues.
The back and forth game of him catching her trying to sneak out went on for several moons up until she was six moons old. She and her siblings were all made apprentices, but much to her chagrin, she was given to Foxshiver.
She was not at all pleased with her mentor, and for the first moon, she did everything she could to dig in her heels and complain to her siblings. However, her siblings were changing. They both were starting to hang out more and more with a cat named Icepaw. Realizing her siblings were drifting away from her, Wisteriapaw began to change herself.
She grew more and more dull, no longer making sure she looked gorgeous before training and no longer digging her heels in. Foxshiver immediately noticed the change and talked to her. They talked for a while, with her eventually breaking down into tears and burying her head in his chest. The young tom quickly started to comfort her, eventually managing to calm her down.
From that day on, Wisteriapaw was much more open to his training methods, quickly excelling in her hunting training. For the next few moons, she listened to everything her mentor taught her. By the time she was named Wisteriawhisper, she was extremely close to Foxshiver and the two continued to hunt and hang out together.
It took until she was twenty moons to realize that her feelings for her mentor were changing.
The changes started innocuous enough, with her heart starting to race when she was near him and her gaze lingering on him for a heartbeat too long, but it wasn’t long before she was brushing up against him more than need be and making sure she was immaculately groomed for him.
She was twenty two moons when Foxshiver approached her with a wisteria branch in his jaws and asked her to be his mate.
The next ten moons of her life were the absolute best. She and Foxshiver were joined at the hip, with neither of them wanting to spend too much time apart. His status as her former mentor had vanished, and now he was just her mate. He was there to laugh any time she tripped over her paws before rushing to make sure she was safe. She was there to pounce on him from trees to scare him.
Stargazing, frolicking through the forest, playing jokes on each other, sitting and nuzzling each other, sharing prey, they did it all. Wisteriawhisper’s adventurous spirit grew with him, and Foxshiver absolutely adored it. They’d wake up together and go to sleep together, curled up tightly as if they o protect each other from nightmares.
Their love was practically visible, with the two of them constantly giggling and cuddling. She didn’t need anyone besides Foxshiver, and he didn’t need anyone besides her. They were perfectly fine just loving on each other. Of course, that love grew when Wisteriawhisper was told that she was expecting kits.
A moon after the announcement however, tragedy struck. The pair had gone on a walk through the forest, the last one Wisteriawhisper would be able to go on before she would be confined to the nursery. They weren’t planning on catching any prey or patrolling the territory- just walking around and listening to the birds. Because of this, they hadn’t really been paying attention to their surroundings, and stumbled across a coyote.
The canine did not take kindly to their presence and attacked. Wisteriawhisper felt rooted to the spot as she crouched down to shield her belly. It was only when Foxshiver crashed into her and told her to climb that she snapped back to her senses.
She did as her mate told, watching as he scrambled up after her, only to be snatched by the brute. She wanted to climb down but she couldn’t. Her instincts to protect the unborn lives in her stomach were too great to override. So, she watched as her mate fought like LionClan, screeching his defiance to the animal as he took its eye out. For a brief moment, the she-cat thought he had won.
But it was not to be. There was a sickening crack as the tom’s spine was cracked and his stomach cut open. A few moments later, a patrol rushed in, having heard the commotion. But it was too late.
Wisteriawhisper had leapt down the moment the patrol drove the creature off, bounding over to her mate and begging him to survive despite seeing his insides spilling on to the ground.
The last thing he said to her, was “I love you. Take care of our kits.”
The she-cat was inconsolable, and due to the stress of the day, she triggered labor.
Out of five kits, two survived the premature birth. A short haired cream and white patched classic tabby she-kit with markings in identical places to her father who Wisteriawhisper named Foxkit, and a long haired dilute broken torbie she-cat with white who she named Shiverkit.
She loves her children, and has doted on them since they were born, telling them stories of their father’s bravery and how they should be proud to carry his name, but no matter how hard she cheered at their apprentice ceremony, she can’t get over the death of her mate.
She didn’t stay there very long however, as the moment her eyes were open, she was wiggling around in order to explore the big world around her. In fact, it was that adventurous spirit that alerted both the clan and her parents to the fact that her eyes were open.
The sun was just starting to rise on a beautiful, crisp leaf-fall day when she stretched open her eyes for the first time. Her vision was blurry and weak, and she was barely able to make out vague shapes, but she could see a spot that looked brighter than the others. So, with her siblings, mother, and the rest of the nursery asleep, she wiggled her way out of the nest, her kicking miraculously not disturbing her mother. From there, she wriggled her way forwards, soft mewls escaping her mouth as she grew closer and closer to that bright spot.
After a good few minutes wiggling, she emerged into the daylight. The brightness caused her to instinctively shut her eyes, but that didn’t stop her. There were new scents everywhere and she wanted to find them all! She continued to wiggle forwards, only to run into the paws of a beautiful ginger and white patched tom. Unbeknownst to her at the time, this tom- the nine moon old Foxpaw- would play quite a role in her life. He herded her back into the nursery waking others up in the process and alerting them to the fact that she had in fact opened her eyes.
From that day forwards, her adventurous spirit only grew, and with it, grew her independence. She, Indigokit, and Alderkit were given practically free reign early on, and Wisteriakit relished in it. From playing games like sneak into the medicine den or warriors den to playing moss-ball, it wasn’t long before she grew bold enough to sneak out of camp... only to immediately run into Foxpaw. He herded her back in again, and thus started a “rivalry”.
Said rivalry wasn’t particularly important to him however, as it seemed like he found her more amusing than anything. After he received his warrior name Foxshiver towards the end a bitterly cold leaf-bare, the now four moon old she-kit vowed to make sure he could no longer cause her issues.
The back and forth game of him catching her trying to sneak out went on for several moons up until she was six moons old. She and her siblings were all made apprentices, but much to her chagrin, she was given to Foxshiver.
She was not at all pleased with her mentor, and for the first moon, she did everything she could to dig in her heels and complain to her siblings. However, her siblings were changing. They both were starting to hang out more and more with a cat named Icepaw. Realizing her siblings were drifting away from her, Wisteriapaw began to change herself.
She grew more and more dull, no longer making sure she looked gorgeous before training and no longer digging her heels in. Foxshiver immediately noticed the change and talked to her. They talked for a while, with her eventually breaking down into tears and burying her head in his chest. The young tom quickly started to comfort her, eventually managing to calm her down.
From that day on, Wisteriapaw was much more open to his training methods, quickly excelling in her hunting training. For the next few moons, she listened to everything her mentor taught her. By the time she was named Wisteriawhisper, she was extremely close to Foxshiver and the two continued to hunt and hang out together.
It took until she was twenty moons to realize that her feelings for her mentor were changing.
The changes started innocuous enough, with her heart starting to race when she was near him and her gaze lingering on him for a heartbeat too long, but it wasn’t long before she was brushing up against him more than need be and making sure she was immaculately groomed for him.
She was twenty two moons when Foxshiver approached her with a wisteria branch in his jaws and asked her to be his mate.
The next ten moons of her life were the absolute best. She and Foxshiver were joined at the hip, with neither of them wanting to spend too much time apart. His status as her former mentor had vanished, and now he was just her mate. He was there to laugh any time she tripped over her paws before rushing to make sure she was safe. She was there to pounce on him from trees to scare him.
Stargazing, frolicking through the forest, playing jokes on each other, sitting and nuzzling each other, sharing prey, they did it all. Wisteriawhisper’s adventurous spirit grew with him, and Foxshiver absolutely adored it. They’d wake up together and go to sleep together, curled up tightly as if they o protect each other from nightmares.
Their love was practically visible, with the two of them constantly giggling and cuddling. She didn’t need anyone besides Foxshiver, and he didn’t need anyone besides her. They were perfectly fine just loving on each other. Of course, that love grew when Wisteriawhisper was told that she was expecting kits.
A moon after the announcement however, tragedy struck. The pair had gone on a walk through the forest, the last one Wisteriawhisper would be able to go on before she would be confined to the nursery. They weren’t planning on catching any prey or patrolling the territory- just walking around and listening to the birds. Because of this, they hadn’t really been paying attention to their surroundings, and stumbled across a coyote.
The canine did not take kindly to their presence and attacked. Wisteriawhisper felt rooted to the spot as she crouched down to shield her belly. It was only when Foxshiver crashed into her and told her to climb that she snapped back to her senses.
She did as her mate told, watching as he scrambled up after her, only to be snatched by the brute. She wanted to climb down but she couldn’t. Her instincts to protect the unborn lives in her stomach were too great to override. So, she watched as her mate fought like LionClan, screeching his defiance to the animal as he took its eye out. For a brief moment, the she-cat thought he had won.
But it was not to be. There was a sickening crack as the tom’s spine was cracked and his stomach cut open. A few moments later, a patrol rushed in, having heard the commotion. But it was too late.
Wisteriawhisper had leapt down the moment the patrol drove the creature off, bounding over to her mate and begging him to survive despite seeing his insides spilling on to the ground.
The last thing he said to her, was “I love you. Take care of our kits.”
The she-cat was inconsolable, and due to the stress of the day, she triggered labor.
Out of five kits, two survived the premature birth. A short haired cream and white patched classic tabby she-kit with markings in identical places to her father who Wisteriawhisper named Foxkit, and a long haired dilute broken torbie she-cat with white who she named Shiverkit.
She loves her children, and has doted on them since they were born, telling them stories of their father’s bravery and how they should be proud to carry his name, but no matter how hard she cheered at their apprentice ceremony, she can’t get over the death of her mate.
