Post by Silverfire on Nov 14, 2021 15:38:11 GMT -6
Wisteriaflight
RedwoodClan
Tiny, pretty, blue rosette tabby she-cat with olive eyes
Warrior
She cat
29 moons
Appearance
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Wisteriaflight is a tiny she-cat, standing at 7.5”. With a slim body and a long tail, she’s quite pretty. While she doesn’t spend too much time grooming, as can be shown by her usually messy tail, she still has silky, soft fur.
Her muzzle, like her paws, is small and dainty. 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 heart-shaped pink nose which almost blends into her blue fur.
Wisteriaflight is an absolutely stunning blue rosette tabby she-cat with beautiful olive colored eyes. Her fur is almost lavender in certain lights, which is what gives her the prefix Wisteria-.
Wisteriaflight is a tiny she-cat, standing at 7.5”. With a slim body and a long tail, she’s quite pretty. While she doesn’t spend too much time grooming, as can be shown by her usually messy tail, she still has silky, soft fur.
Her muzzle, like her paws, is small and dainty. 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 heart-shaped pink nose which almost blends into her blue fur.
Wisteriaflight is an absolutely stunning blue rosette tabby she-cat with beautiful olive colored eyes. Her fur is almost lavender in certain lights, which is what gives her the prefix Wisteria-.
Personality
+ Honest- Wisteriaflight subscribes to the belief that honesty is the best policy, and will not hesitate to express her true opinion on a subject when asked.
+ Protective- Wisteriaflight is very protective of those she calls friends and family, no matter how low in number they may be.
+ Adventurous- Wisteriaflight loves adventure, and looks for it wherever she goes. Be it a hunting trip or a patrol, she always seeks an adventure of some sort.
- Sassy- Wisteriaflight is extremely sassy, speaking mostly in sarcastic quips. Because of this, it can be hard to befriend the she-cat.
- Standoffish- A mixture of her sassiness and just an overall awkwardness towards everything, she can appear very cold and distant.
- Unaware- Wisteriaflight has a hard time recognizing what consequences her actions may have, and has an issue realizing her surroundings. Specifically the danger her settings may pose.
+ Protective- Wisteriaflight is very protective of those she calls friends and family, no matter how low in number they may be.
+ Adventurous- Wisteriaflight loves adventure, and looks for it wherever she goes. Be it a hunting trip or a patrol, she always seeks an adventure of some sort.
- Sassy- Wisteriaflight is extremely sassy, speaking mostly in sarcastic quips. Because of this, it can be hard to befriend the she-cat.
- Standoffish- A mixture of her sassiness and just an overall awkwardness towards everything, she can appear very cold and distant.
- Unaware- Wisteriaflight has a hard time recognizing what consequences her actions may have, and has an issue realizing her surroundings. Specifically the danger her settings may pose.
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.
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 silver sunshine broken classic tabby tom. Unbeknownst to her at the time, this tom- the eight moon old Stoatpaw- 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 and her siblings 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 Stoatpaw. 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 Stoatshiver 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 Stoatshiver.
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 other cats. 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. Stoatshiver 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 Wisteriaflight, she was extremely close to Stoatshiver and the two continued to hunt and hang out together.
That was until he was killed during the recent battle with LichenClan. Angry at the world, Wisteriaflight became very standoffish, and her sassiness has returned full force. She retains her adventurous nature, but the loss of such a close friend at the claws of LichenClan shook her, and when prisoners were brought into camp… well, she hasn’t enjoyed it. At all.
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 silver sunshine broken classic tabby tom. Unbeknownst to her at the time, this tom- the eight moon old Stoatpaw- 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 and her siblings 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 Stoatpaw. 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 Stoatshiver 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 Stoatshiver.
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 other cats. 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. Stoatshiver 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 Wisteriaflight, she was extremely close to Stoatshiver and the two continued to hunt and hang out together.
That was until he was killed during the recent battle with LichenClan. Angry at the world, Wisteriaflight became very standoffish, and her sassiness has returned full force. She retains her adventurous nature, but the loss of such a close friend at the claws of LichenClan shook her, and when prisoners were brought into camp… well, she hasn’t enjoyed it. At all.
