Post by kaz on Mar 27, 2021 15:39:05 GMT -6
PEBBLEFOOT
REDWOODCLAN
a LITHE, GREY SHE-CAT WITH AMBER EYES
WARRIOR
SHE-CAT
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Appearance
Pebblefoot stands a an average height and build for a Redwoodclan cat, and that might make it seem like her name is a misnomer. However, Pebblefoot was so named because she was always being compared to the titans that are her brothers. Her frame is generous enough to make use of it in battle, but she enjoys the slight litheness she does posses, as she can also chase down prey with relative ease.
She stands at a foot and a half from the top of her head to the pads of her feet. Her paws are compact and dainty looking, with big pads taking up their bottom. Her front legs are less developed than her back, but they are still sleek and slender, tending to look like she locomotes on a series of thin tubes. They terminate into small round shoulders. Her chest is shoulder length in the front, and along her sides is the the bulk of her mass. A warm and thick layer of fur and prey lining continues back toward the back, terminating in generous, powerful haunches that fuel her climbing ability.
Pebblefoot has a medium length pelt, colored with swirling tones of silver, whites, muted grey and black. Her coloring is even throughout, and features an alluring pattern of tabby markings that persist throughout her whole body, with black stripes forming waves along her pelt until it terminates in an evenly ringed tail. Her underside reveals more of her lighter coloring, with splotches of white appearing along the length of her legs and belly, until it reaches a spot of white that covers everything from her belly to her lower legs.
Her face can be describes as quite narrow, with a very defined jawline that terminates in a petite set of lips. Protruding from them is an array of medium length whiskers that surround a caramel and black nose. Her eyes are quite large and colored like bright amber. Her ears are pointed and close together, slightly off center from her head. She has a long tail with a sharp and pointed tip.
She stands at a foot and a half from the top of her head to the pads of her feet. Her paws are compact and dainty looking, with big pads taking up their bottom. Her front legs are less developed than her back, but they are still sleek and slender, tending to look like she locomotes on a series of thin tubes. They terminate into small round shoulders. Her chest is shoulder length in the front, and along her sides is the the bulk of her mass. A warm and thick layer of fur and prey lining continues back toward the back, terminating in generous, powerful haunches that fuel her climbing ability.
Pebblefoot has a medium length pelt, colored with swirling tones of silver, whites, muted grey and black. Her coloring is even throughout, and features an alluring pattern of tabby markings that persist throughout her whole body, with black stripes forming waves along her pelt until it terminates in an evenly ringed tail. Her underside reveals more of her lighter coloring, with splotches of white appearing along the length of her legs and belly, until it reaches a spot of white that covers everything from her belly to her lower legs.
Her face can be describes as quite narrow, with a very defined jawline that terminates in a petite set of lips. Protruding from them is an array of medium length whiskers that surround a caramel and black nose. Her eyes are quite large and colored like bright amber. Her ears are pointed and close together, slightly off center from her head. She has a long tail with a sharp and pointed tip.
Personality
Pebblefoot is a quirky individual, and while she differs greatly from her clanmates in procedure and manner, one thing that is quite squarely Redwoodclan about her is her vocal nature, and her capacity for empathy and kindness. She possesses, a fundamental respect for all things living from plants, to her enemies, to her clanmates, stemming from a belief that all life is ultimately, one part of a larger whole that includes the energy of themselves, the islands, the waters, and the heavens. This manifests mainly as a bright attitude, but also leader her to some odd actions and beliefs. She likes to share her prey and her time, willing to assist anyone with anything, however, her more empathetic talents often express themselves. Among her scrupulous beliefs include a focus on mental well being, and she will do her best to try to raise the general morale, and help those that need a boost mentally. More than once, she's been solicited as an ear for ranting or a pelt to cry in.
Most cats know when she is nearby due to her distinctive voice. It is a bit high for her frame and size, and whenever she speaks, there is an evident and identifiable tone and pitch, like the sounds of the birds or the distant howling of coyotes. One of her personal projects, kept from a time when such things were more common, is a running compendium of songs that she's written, as well as the odd lyric that she's picked up from others. Her brightness has extended into her activities here as well, and she will often sing for the downtrodden or stressed, and lull any surly kittens to sleep...as well as the tops of the redwood canopies to make sure they grow big and strong.
While such displays might sound airheaded and forward, she inherited her mother and sibling's tendencies. She has always been good at sizing a situation and giving a few options to fit it, even under a flurry of claws. Leading however, is another matter. After developing a fickle nature over time, she can end up getting a case of analysis paralysis when faced with a choice, and Some decisions prompt her to obsess over each option until she can convince herself it was the right choice, and then will fixate over small imperfections in the outcome. To avoid this mess, she will often defer to the judgement of others during tasks like hunting or patrols. This extends into places where she can't avoid it especially when it comes to toms, or family decisions.
While most appreciate her voice for singing, the reception to it's opinions are mixed. Having Thornfall as a brother left and imprint of boldness on her tongue and her psyche. She pines for more peaceful days, and has become sick of her brother and his peers constant calls for hatred and war. She can see where their pain originates from, but feels the need to remind them of the life they are supposed to be leading outside the battlefield. She expresses herself exactly as she means and feels no need to edit it for who is around or what others might think, and often does so loudly with no regard for controversy. While she possesses a sense of tact, it is lower on her list of priorities than a truthful expression.
Most cats know when she is nearby due to her distinctive voice. It is a bit high for her frame and size, and whenever she speaks, there is an evident and identifiable tone and pitch, like the sounds of the birds or the distant howling of coyotes. One of her personal projects, kept from a time when such things were more common, is a running compendium of songs that she's written, as well as the odd lyric that she's picked up from others. Her brightness has extended into her activities here as well, and she will often sing for the downtrodden or stressed, and lull any surly kittens to sleep...as well as the tops of the redwood canopies to make sure they grow big and strong.
While such displays might sound airheaded and forward, she inherited her mother and sibling's tendencies. She has always been good at sizing a situation and giving a few options to fit it, even under a flurry of claws. Leading however, is another matter. After developing a fickle nature over time, she can end up getting a case of analysis paralysis when faced with a choice, and Some decisions prompt her to obsess over each option until she can convince herself it was the right choice, and then will fixate over small imperfections in the outcome. To avoid this mess, she will often defer to the judgement of others during tasks like hunting or patrols. This extends into places where she can't avoid it especially when it comes to toms, or family decisions.
While most appreciate her voice for singing, the reception to it's opinions are mixed. Having Thornfall as a brother left and imprint of boldness on her tongue and her psyche. She pines for more peaceful days, and has become sick of her brother and his peers constant calls for hatred and war. She can see where their pain originates from, but feels the need to remind them of the life they are supposed to be leading outside the battlefield. She expresses herself exactly as she means and feels no need to edit it for who is around or what others might think, and often does so loudly with no regard for controversy. While she possesses a sense of tact, it is lower on her list of priorities than a truthful expression.
History
Pebblekit began her life next to the the small and budding forms of Sorrelkit and Thornkit. Under the guidance and watchful eyes of two noble and virtuous cats, Heatherstream and Gorseheart, they were brought in to the world during a prosperous time for Redwoodclan, and of this era, the most striking imagery was the image of the warriors who came in and out of camp to the forest at large, passing by the nursery while she played games with her sister, with triumphant sounds and fat morsels to justify their singing. There were some songs that they knew, and she would mimic them, however badly, until she fell asleep. It was during the twilight of her kithood that, on a walk through the trees with Gorseheart, that she discovered that she could mimic some of the birds in their songs.
She worked on this, as well as other things that would get her in trouble, dealing with the admonishments from Thornkit as they came. Her kithood was mostly peaceful and filled with happiness, looking like an prime example of the conditions that their parents worked to build within the clan.
It wasn't long until she was of age to become an apprentice, and she was paired with a veteran from the Thislteclan conflict, called Flamegaze. Pebblepaw found her to be a sweet and encouraging cat despite her lumbering stature and the scars marring her body. They quickly grew to work well together and Flamegaze delighted in the fact that her apprentice's talent seemed to lie among the treetops and ground, and she quickly grew into the hunting lessons her mentor supplied. She noticed something in her eyes whenever they were among the canopies however, and after a bit of prying, it was revealed that once upon time, she had a son that was similarly able to hunt like Pebblepaw, and that in those times, their bodies were trained for battle as well. One day, he had lept up into the skies during a battle, and did not return to the earth alive. Since then, she began fearing the day that Pebblepaw would have to learn the skills necessary for her to do the same. Since their conversation, she began put in the extra work to make things easier on other both of them.
Suddenly, the next she saw of her, her mentor had a spark in her eyes, and she announced that with the deputyship of her mother, Redwoodclan would be on the verge of a new era of peace. She was more apt to train and her skill shined once again. She was free to mingle with the toms, and she noticed the cats around her beginning to live in a manner that she had noticed only in herself. There was more to sing about, and she found herself making more friends due to her favorite activity.
Soon it came time for her to sit vigil, and she and her siblings watched over the clan, from the canopy. When she surveyed the land around her, she felt herself looking at a shining new age for her home. For awhile, it was just as she imagined, but it would not last.
Thornfall had met a she-cat that caught his eye, and while Pebblefoot was crafting a portfolio of prior relationships, Heatherstar was made leader and led the clan in the way she saw fit. During this time she hunted and gallivanted about the forest to her hearts content, becoming one of those that she admired when she was younger. The veil broke one day, however, when Lichenclan launched an attack on their home. She fought the best she could, but found herself woefully underprepared for the ordeal. She watched her mentor fall to the claws of one after defending the elders, and soon, the broken clan began to turn on her and her family for her mother's decision.
The situation deteriorated quickly and over the moons, they were not only losing their warriors, but their warrior spirit. The songs that rang out among the trees were going silent, and every joke or interesting opinion she found stimulating was dying with their warrior's last breaths. Eventually, Gorseheart was selected as the new deputy. Under his leadership, some began to train themselves for battle, and while she admonished them, especially her brother, she knew deep down that their fears were just as justified as her mother's beliefs. He would say his final goodbyes to her soon after, going out on a patrol, and only making it back as far as the treeline.
The death of her father affected her greatly, but not so much as the death of her mother. She had supported her through the decision to make Finchtail her deputy, after a lengthy debate about it, and through her ailing state at the end of her life. She hear the call of battle and did not return from her final march. Pebblefoot found herself leaderless, and without a voice for the code that she believed in all this time, it's biggest proponet brought down by it's limitations. By day, she would indulge her free spirit, and by night, she began to seek out those who would help her gain some combat skill, wanting to ensure that she would live to carry on her mother's messages.
Sorreltail left for a patrol, and returned with her throat removed, at the hands of a Lichenclan claws. This blow to the family left her reeling even more, but in a way she was saved by Thornfall's first litter, doting on them not as much as their parents but pretty close, and becoming closer and closer to the only family she had left. This happy time ended when Lichenclan decided to attack their camp again, and Emberheart was killed. Something deep within her stirred, something she hadn't felt since the death of her mother. That same call that guided her to her decisions, guided Pebblefoot to her brother., and she began to help him recover from his depressive state. In doing so, she began to see just what her mother and father had done to the clan, and as well as her own brother, she began to get to know other's struggles more personally, and now sees herself as somewhat responsible for the Clan's mental well being.
Today, she continues to get up to her old tricks, and voices his support for Finchstar whenever the issue arises, but when she's not being herself, she tries to help her nieces make sense of the world that they've found themselves in, and maintain the last vestiges of Heatherstar's legacy.
She worked on this, as well as other things that would get her in trouble, dealing with the admonishments from Thornkit as they came. Her kithood was mostly peaceful and filled with happiness, looking like an prime example of the conditions that their parents worked to build within the clan.
It wasn't long until she was of age to become an apprentice, and she was paired with a veteran from the Thislteclan conflict, called Flamegaze. Pebblepaw found her to be a sweet and encouraging cat despite her lumbering stature and the scars marring her body. They quickly grew to work well together and Flamegaze delighted in the fact that her apprentice's talent seemed to lie among the treetops and ground, and she quickly grew into the hunting lessons her mentor supplied. She noticed something in her eyes whenever they were among the canopies however, and after a bit of prying, it was revealed that once upon time, she had a son that was similarly able to hunt like Pebblepaw, and that in those times, their bodies were trained for battle as well. One day, he had lept up into the skies during a battle, and did not return to the earth alive. Since then, she began fearing the day that Pebblepaw would have to learn the skills necessary for her to do the same. Since their conversation, she began put in the extra work to make things easier on other both of them.
Suddenly, the next she saw of her, her mentor had a spark in her eyes, and she announced that with the deputyship of her mother, Redwoodclan would be on the verge of a new era of peace. She was more apt to train and her skill shined once again. She was free to mingle with the toms, and she noticed the cats around her beginning to live in a manner that she had noticed only in herself. There was more to sing about, and she found herself making more friends due to her favorite activity.
Soon it came time for her to sit vigil, and she and her siblings watched over the clan, from the canopy. When she surveyed the land around her, she felt herself looking at a shining new age for her home. For awhile, it was just as she imagined, but it would not last.
Thornfall had met a she-cat that caught his eye, and while Pebblefoot was crafting a portfolio of prior relationships, Heatherstar was made leader and led the clan in the way she saw fit. During this time she hunted and gallivanted about the forest to her hearts content, becoming one of those that she admired when she was younger. The veil broke one day, however, when Lichenclan launched an attack on their home. She fought the best she could, but found herself woefully underprepared for the ordeal. She watched her mentor fall to the claws of one after defending the elders, and soon, the broken clan began to turn on her and her family for her mother's decision.
The situation deteriorated quickly and over the moons, they were not only losing their warriors, but their warrior spirit. The songs that rang out among the trees were going silent, and every joke or interesting opinion she found stimulating was dying with their warrior's last breaths. Eventually, Gorseheart was selected as the new deputy. Under his leadership, some began to train themselves for battle, and while she admonished them, especially her brother, she knew deep down that their fears were just as justified as her mother's beliefs. He would say his final goodbyes to her soon after, going out on a patrol, and only making it back as far as the treeline.
The death of her father affected her greatly, but not so much as the death of her mother. She had supported her through the decision to make Finchtail her deputy, after a lengthy debate about it, and through her ailing state at the end of her life. She hear the call of battle and did not return from her final march. Pebblefoot found herself leaderless, and without a voice for the code that she believed in all this time, it's biggest proponet brought down by it's limitations. By day, she would indulge her free spirit, and by night, she began to seek out those who would help her gain some combat skill, wanting to ensure that she would live to carry on her mother's messages.
Sorreltail left for a patrol, and returned with her throat removed, at the hands of a Lichenclan claws. This blow to the family left her reeling even more, but in a way she was saved by Thornfall's first litter, doting on them not as much as their parents but pretty close, and becoming closer and closer to the only family she had left. This happy time ended when Lichenclan decided to attack their camp again, and Emberheart was killed. Something deep within her stirred, something she hadn't felt since the death of her mother. That same call that guided her to her decisions, guided Pebblefoot to her brother., and she began to help him recover from his depressive state. In doing so, she began to see just what her mother and father had done to the clan, and as well as her own brother, she began to get to know other's struggles more personally, and now sees herself as somewhat responsible for the Clan's mental well being.
Today, she continues to get up to her old tricks, and voices his support for Finchstar whenever the issue arises, but when she's not being herself, she tries to help her nieces make sense of the world that they've found themselves in, and maintain the last vestiges of Heatherstar's legacy.
