Post by wildsight on May 10, 2021 18:38:09 GMT -6
SMOLDERHEART
THISTLECLAN
stocky tortoiseshell molly with honey-gold eyes
WARRIOR
FEMALE
twenty-seven ms
Appearance
Retaining a similar form to her fellow clanmates, Smolderheart harbors a smaller, more condensed frame compared to that of their counterparts. Personally, she's a somewhat stockier than most Thistleclan cats, a majority of her muscles residing among her shoulders and legs, giving her a sturdy form, yet small enough not to be overly bulky. The feline also harbors rather large paws and a long, winding tail. She also stands a tad shorter than most of her clanmates.
The molly possesses a short pelt, a tad spiky in places, but mostly sleek though rather glossy, retaining a shine that's pleasing to the eye. Mostly black in color resembling that of a starless night, varying shades of ginger splashed about it in patches, accompanied by brindle markings as well. Surprisingly enough, her pelt is rather soft to the touch.
Harboring a broad head and circular face, Smolderheart's face might appear a tad chubby to some. Her ears are average in size, holding a triangular shape. Her nose is mostly black, however pink splotches can seen upon it as well. She retains long, silver whiskers and bright honey-gold eyes.
The molly possesses a short pelt, a tad spiky in places, but mostly sleek though rather glossy, retaining a shine that's pleasing to the eye. Mostly black in color resembling that of a starless night, varying shades of ginger splashed about it in patches, accompanied by brindle markings as well. Surprisingly enough, her pelt is rather soft to the touch.
Harboring a broad head and circular face, Smolderheart's face might appear a tad chubby to some. Her ears are average in size, holding a triangular shape. Her nose is mostly black, however pink splotches can seen upon it as well. She retains long, silver whiskers and bright honey-gold eyes.
Personality
Intelligent, Charismatic, Diligent, Ambitious. A warrior known for her intelligence, diligence and ambition, Smolderheart is a hard-working character who isn't afraid to strive for success. Her intelligence aids her in such a fashion, capable of taking on more pressing situations. While she's more of a strategist when it comes to her overall mindest, she isn't afraid of doing what's needed to succeed, however will aim to do so in an honorable manner. She also holds a charismatic flair, typically steady in a leadership setting and harbors a tongue of silver, others are prone to develop a fondness for her, a respectable soul at the very least.
Passive-Aggressive, Stubborn, Reserved, Self-Critical. Like all felines, the molly has her downsides as well. Harboring a reserved and passive-aggressive nature, Smolderheart can be rather unpleasant depending on the situation. Due to her father's paranoia, the molly - though having significantly improved - retains a reserved nature, prone to unintentionally pushing others away and out. She can be a bit touchy concerning the subject, but hardly ever explodes due to this or similar situations, instead taking a more 'passive' approach, which typically refers to sarcasm or backhanded comments, anything that means she won't outright say what she really means or feels. She harbors a stubborn nature, hardly ever changing her mind once it's made up, rooted to her decision like a tree upon the earth. Despite the brave face she normally upholds, the tortoiseshell is highly self-critical. She's quite hard on herself, in hopes of becoming the warrior she's meant and deserves to be. In truth, she's simply afraid of becoming like her father, despising the idea for fear of being deemed weak, cowardly and a disgrace to the former image of her parents.
Passive-Aggressive, Stubborn, Reserved, Self-Critical. Like all felines, the molly has her downsides as well. Harboring a reserved and passive-aggressive nature, Smolderheart can be rather unpleasant depending on the situation. Due to her father's paranoia, the molly - though having significantly improved - retains a reserved nature, prone to unintentionally pushing others away and out. She can be a bit touchy concerning the subject, but hardly ever explodes due to this or similar situations, instead taking a more 'passive' approach, which typically refers to sarcasm or backhanded comments, anything that means she won't outright say what she really means or feels. She harbors a stubborn nature, hardly ever changing her mind once it's made up, rooted to her decision like a tree upon the earth. Despite the brave face she normally upholds, the tortoiseshell is highly self-critical. She's quite hard on herself, in hopes of becoming the warrior she's meant and deserves to be. In truth, she's simply afraid of becoming like her father, despising the idea for fear of being deemed weak, cowardly and a disgrace to the former image of her parents.
History
Smolderheart's life began when she was born to two warriors by the names of Flaresong and Ravensky, entering the world alongside three others, a total of four. Three mollies and a singular tom, the litter was cherished by the two warriors, well-known and highly respected, yet they were a comforting light to their father, Ravensky in particular who was currently suffering from constant plagues of anxiety, due to ambush by a Redwoodclan patrol, such had resulted in many injuries, including those of his mate. Despite his growing paranoia, Flaresong was a steady guidance for the tom, the kits as well. Thus, the family lived happily together, at least until two or three moons later.
It was quite unsettling to discover that Flaresong had become ill. Smolderkit and her brother were notorious for trying to slip out to venture out in search of her, before Ravensky would return them to the nursery in a fit of panic. Alas, Flaresong had gotten an infection which later resulted in her death. This left Ravensky in a horrible mindset, so much so, even Smolderkit and her siblings knew they'd best remain on their father's good side.
Despite believing this would be the end of Ravensky's visits it wasn't, if anything he checked on them more frequently. Perhaps this should've been expected, maybe not. Though comforting at first, Ravensky's fears got the better of him and before long, the kits' own minds became infected with his fears, leaving them either anxious and jumpy or reserved and quiet. The queens didn't like this, stating such to Ravensky quite bluntly. He agrees to try and mend the problem he'd caused, but merely made matters worse, before things became rather uncomfortable in the nursery, much to Smolder's and her siblings confusion and irritation.
The day the four became apprentices was less than enjoyable. The kits had regained a bit of spirit thanks to the gentle nurturing of the queens, however it didn't take very long before Ravenskty was at it again, plaguing their minds with anxiety and insecurities beyond belief. While some handled it better than others, Smolderpaw wasn't sure who to believe, missing the calming voice of Flaresong who'd soothe the worries of all.
What Ravensky had done was shelter his kits every chance he got, placing unnecessary fear upon their hearts. He'd lost trust in his clan out of pure fear, yet would never lash out. He'd simply become isolated, something that Smolderpaw had also become, though it was beyond her knowledge until her mentor pointed it out. The difference with Smolderpaw was that she didn't display fear like her father did. While often bearing a charming smile, she resorted to keeping the peace, otherwise fleeing when the situation became too much to bear. Fennelskip, her mentor, was a particularly pushy molly, but in the end, she had the young molly's best interest. She frequently shielded Smolderpaw from Ravensky's constant questions and worries, even during the event in which they ran into a hawk. Fennelskip was determined to shape Smolderpaw into nothing less than a true warrior, something she'd never be with Ravensky's mindset.
Alas, Smolderpaw reached the day of her warrior ceremony, becoming Smolderheart. It hadn't been an easy road, growing a distaste for the paranoid Ravensky, who had made things harder than they should've been. However, Fenmelskip reminded her of the tom's past and while that didn't fix things, she let her grudge reside just a tad.
And then news came that Ravensky had grown ill. Terribly thin, the tom laid in the medicine cat's den for days on end, quickly becoming clear to Smolderheart of his unfortunate fate. The night he passed, the siblings grieved together, but at the back of their minds knew the tom would be at peace, alongside Flaresong once more.
However, now she'd truly face things on her own. Forcing herself to not be the cat her father was. Unfortunately, the feline has found herself at a loss, creeping back into that same shell from long ago. The flood which forced those of Thistleclan out of their home claimed the life of her sister, Dawnchaser. There wasn't time to grieve, as soon after the clan was on the move, searching for safety. The clan then resided among that of the Great Owl Tree, however peace was a mere dream, an illness raging through them, claiming more lives and infecting her siblings, especially her brother, Sprucefoot.
The horrors continued as news arrived of their previous home being taken over by rogues. Smolderheart was beyond infuriated, but was too exhausted to express such. Once the clan relocated once more to the abandoned campgrounds, the tortoiseshell was more or less done with everything. Her sister, Starlingfall, had been expecting but the journey and her illness had been too much, Sprucefoot hadn't improved and the clan itself continued to suffer. It was all too much. Simply, merely, overwhelming fear. Fear of what was to come. Fear for the clan. Fear she'd never admit.
It was quite unsettling to discover that Flaresong had become ill. Smolderkit and her brother were notorious for trying to slip out to venture out in search of her, before Ravensky would return them to the nursery in a fit of panic. Alas, Flaresong had gotten an infection which later resulted in her death. This left Ravensky in a horrible mindset, so much so, even Smolderkit and her siblings knew they'd best remain on their father's good side.
Despite believing this would be the end of Ravensky's visits it wasn't, if anything he checked on them more frequently. Perhaps this should've been expected, maybe not. Though comforting at first, Ravensky's fears got the better of him and before long, the kits' own minds became infected with his fears, leaving them either anxious and jumpy or reserved and quiet. The queens didn't like this, stating such to Ravensky quite bluntly. He agrees to try and mend the problem he'd caused, but merely made matters worse, before things became rather uncomfortable in the nursery, much to Smolder's and her siblings confusion and irritation.
The day the four became apprentices was less than enjoyable. The kits had regained a bit of spirit thanks to the gentle nurturing of the queens, however it didn't take very long before Ravenskty was at it again, plaguing their minds with anxiety and insecurities beyond belief. While some handled it better than others, Smolderpaw wasn't sure who to believe, missing the calming voice of Flaresong who'd soothe the worries of all.
What Ravensky had done was shelter his kits every chance he got, placing unnecessary fear upon their hearts. He'd lost trust in his clan out of pure fear, yet would never lash out. He'd simply become isolated, something that Smolderpaw had also become, though it was beyond her knowledge until her mentor pointed it out. The difference with Smolderpaw was that she didn't display fear like her father did. While often bearing a charming smile, she resorted to keeping the peace, otherwise fleeing when the situation became too much to bear. Fennelskip, her mentor, was a particularly pushy molly, but in the end, she had the young molly's best interest. She frequently shielded Smolderpaw from Ravensky's constant questions and worries, even during the event in which they ran into a hawk. Fennelskip was determined to shape Smolderpaw into nothing less than a true warrior, something she'd never be with Ravensky's mindset.
Alas, Smolderpaw reached the day of her warrior ceremony, becoming Smolderheart. It hadn't been an easy road, growing a distaste for the paranoid Ravensky, who had made things harder than they should've been. However, Fenmelskip reminded her of the tom's past and while that didn't fix things, she let her grudge reside just a tad.
And then news came that Ravensky had grown ill. Terribly thin, the tom laid in the medicine cat's den for days on end, quickly becoming clear to Smolderheart of his unfortunate fate. The night he passed, the siblings grieved together, but at the back of their minds knew the tom would be at peace, alongside Flaresong once more.
However, now she'd truly face things on her own. Forcing herself to not be the cat her father was. Unfortunately, the feline has found herself at a loss, creeping back into that same shell from long ago. The flood which forced those of Thistleclan out of their home claimed the life of her sister, Dawnchaser. There wasn't time to grieve, as soon after the clan was on the move, searching for safety. The clan then resided among that of the Great Owl Tree, however peace was a mere dream, an illness raging through them, claiming more lives and infecting her siblings, especially her brother, Sprucefoot.
The horrors continued as news arrived of their previous home being taken over by rogues. Smolderheart was beyond infuriated, but was too exhausted to express such. Once the clan relocated once more to the abandoned campgrounds, the tortoiseshell was more or less done with everything. Her sister, Starlingfall, had been expecting but the journey and her illness had been too much, Sprucefoot hadn't improved and the clan itself continued to suffer. It was all too much. Simply, merely, overwhelming fear. Fear of what was to come. Fear for the clan. Fear she'd never admit.
