kestrelcall

Thistleclan

a mink she-cat with white markings and blue eyes

Kestrelcall is neither small nor large. As she ages, her body will grow into that of an athlete - a she-cat made to run and fight and explore the world to its fullest. Despite this, a great deal of her physical bulk hides behind her long, fluffy fur. It is thick and feathery in texture, and, luckily, she finds it largely remains set in its place no matter how irregularly she bathes. It is not uncommon for her fur to be riddled with debris despite her naturally straight, smooth pelt.

Kestrelcall's fur resembles her father's in color, texture, and density. She carries the warm browns that are well known to the warrior, colors that grow darker as she ages. Her forepaws, hind paws, and belly are stark white (often yellowed with dust and dirt), as are her chest and chin. A fine white stripe marks the bridge of her nose between brilliantly blue-green eyes, and a pair of freckles of white rests above her nose and upper lip respectively. Her whiskers are long and scraggly, and the pale fur of her ears flies every which way, betraying any semblance of relaxed sanity the rest of her smooth fur offers toward her appearance.

With stunning blue eyes and soft facial features, Kestrelcall's face manages to draw attention from her dirty pelt. Her head is wider than long, but not excessively so. Her muzzle is much the same, smaller and petite but not smooshed into her face by any means. If she was not so scrungly, she might take after her father's handsome looks - but her own lack of grooming lends her to look much less put together than most of her adult family members.

Kestrelcall often acts a bit younger than her age, always in the mindset of a young apprentice looking for fun. She is always eager to play, no matter the content of the game. She's relatively easy-going among her clanmates. She never feels the urge to lie, instead allowing the genuine joy she feels to flood out of her and light up the lives of those around her if they let it.


Quick to change plans when needed, Kestrelcall finds it easy to go with the flow. She does not tend to make hard-and-fast plans, instead letting things happen and reacting in turn. She can sometimes struggle with those who want to place her on a more rigid structure than she could otherwise manage, and will often break form if she finds it too constricting. This can also extend to rules she finds limiting, only following them when they already align with her wants and desires.


One of Kestrelcall's biggest struggles is understanding others' emotions. Her unbridled cheer can often lead her to make light of otherwise serious situations and to joke around when a solum demeanor is necessary. While she does understand wordplay and sarcasm, she does not fully grasp how to tell when someone says something they don't mean. 

Father: Yewthorn (wish)
Mother: Morningmist (annie)
Littermates: Pipithawk (kazuko) & Larkflight (annie)
Siblings: Jaythroat (wish), Swallowfrost (soot), Doveface (raven), Featherfox (sloth), Wrentooth (kaz), Fadingsky (bandit), & Froststrike (moony)


Born to Yewthorn and Morningmist of ThistleClan, Kestrelkit will find herself immediately surrounded by family. Yewthorn, belonging to a particularly large family, has proven prolific even beyond Morningmist's nest, giving Kestrelkit a number of siblings both inside and outside of ThistleClan's territory, even if she might never meet some of these siblings or ever know how they might be related. She had already proven herself the aunt to a pair of kits, and playmates for her in the nursery, and with a family as large as hers, it is certainly going to grow further.


Luckily for her, Kestrelkit loves her family, from those she is raised with to her aunts and uncles and everyone in between. Her kithood was filled with equal parts mischief and joy. She played and played sunrise to sunset, never facing the horrors of the world. Finally, on her sixth moon, she was named Kestrelpaw and was given Softstep as a mentor.

The pair did not get along well. Immediately, Softstep dismissed her, deciding to send her running about the territory each day instead of training her personally. Kestrelpaw, already used to being independent in a family where her siblings got the majority of her parent's attention, she was eager for the opportunity to learn more about her world without the prying eyes and protective paws of adults. She trapezed from trees, scooted through forbidden burrows, and learned a great deal about the territory. That was until the flood occurred and all of her clan was forced from the landscape and onto RedwoodClan territory.

Kestrelpaw immediately grew to hate the move. She despised feeling so far away from her homeland, and took out her feelings on those so close by the newly marked borders. A mixture of scuffles and not looking like she knew what she was doing (she didn't) drew her uncle's attention. After some brief quips back and forth, Firfoot agreed to help her train, as well as bring up Softstep's absence in her training to the young warrior.

Not long after, Kestrelpaw managed to receive more of her mentor's attention. She grew to be a fine young feline, earning her warrior name at 12 moons with some other apprentices, some of whom had escaped the rogues clutches not long before. She continued to pick scuffles at the border and explore every place she could, the world even more accessible now that she boasted a warrior name.


For the first time since the great war around the time of Kestrelcall's birth, battle struck. ThistleClan's temporary camp at the bearstones was attacked, and Kestrelcall was one of several caught up in the raid.