Post by tay on Nov 10, 2023 10:36:51 GMT -6
Stoatleap
Thistleclan
lithe black she-cat with green eyes
warrior
she-cat
18 moons
Appearance
At first glance, Stoatleap does not stand out as a warrior of exceptional build. She is thinner than the average ThistleClan cat and of a smaller build but looks are deceiving. With a stretch, the she-cat can show off the lean muscle that hides underneath short black fur. Hard-earned strength that was meticulously developed through training and perseverance. The circumstances of her birth could have doomed her to a life of meekness but from a young age, Stoatleap was determined to defy fate.
Through the careful sculpting of her body, Stoutleap had grown into a beautiful young she-cat. Covered in black fur from head to toe and sporting a handsome face that frame a pair of arresting green eyes, the warrior is completely unaware of her good looks. Often, they are marred with burrs tangled in her fur and a good layer of dust from a day of patrols and training. In her neverending efforts, finding time to clean herself doesn't happen until the end of very hard days.
Stoatleap proudly wears a scar along her side from the Great Battle.
Through the careful sculpting of her body, Stoutleap had grown into a beautiful young she-cat. Covered in black fur from head to toe and sporting a handsome face that frame a pair of arresting green eyes, the warrior is completely unaware of her good looks. Often, they are marred with burrs tangled in her fur and a good layer of dust from a day of patrols and training. In her neverending efforts, finding time to clean herself doesn't happen until the end of very hard days.
Stoatleap proudly wears a scar along her side from the Great Battle.
Personality
+ ambitious, hard-working, confident, intelligent, passionate, loyal
- workaholic, self-important, blunt, judgmental, impulsive
- workaholic, self-important, blunt, judgmental, impulsive
Stoatleap strives to be the most important cat in the room. It isn't necessarily a bid to be the center of attention but rather an innate desire to lead. She is always the first to volunteer, will agree to any patrol that needs her help, and spends most of her time out of camp. When she can manage it, leading patrols has become one of her main goals. She always desires a chance to prove herself and feels aimless when she is not striving toward a goal. If she is not serving her clan, then what is the point of being alive? The Warrior Code may not be followed to the letter by ThistleClan cats but that was her personal code. Serve ThistleClan, make them proud, and one day be rewarded with power.
The one aspect of leadership she hasn't learned though is the art of making friends. Stoatleap is a confident cat but when paired with her blunt and impulsive tongue, she often rubs other cats the wrong way. She isn't trying to be mean but when stating her opinion, there is very little tact. While on one paw, it means Stoatleap's words can be trusted to be honest but it isn't unusual for her to offend a cat or two.
She has found ways to make up for this. Stoatleap is a passionate cat and her loyalty to ThistleClan means that loyalty is extended to all of those that reside in the clan. She may not watch her words but she treats every member equally and with what kindness she can manage. That kindness may be a bit rough in areas but it is given genuinely. The only exception is those that match Stoatleap's status. When it comes to fellow ambitious cats, Stoatleap's instinct is either to fight or friend. Does their ambition benefit her or does it threaten her?
The one aspect of leadership she hasn't learned though is the art of making friends. Stoatleap is a confident cat but when paired with her blunt and impulsive tongue, she often rubs other cats the wrong way. She isn't trying to be mean but when stating her opinion, there is very little tact. While on one paw, it means Stoatleap's words can be trusted to be honest but it isn't unusual for her to offend a cat or two.
She has found ways to make up for this. Stoatleap is a passionate cat and her loyalty to ThistleClan means that loyalty is extended to all of those that reside in the clan. She may not watch her words but she treats every member equally and with what kindness she can manage. That kindness may be a bit rough in areas but it is given genuinely. The only exception is those that match Stoatleap's status. When it comes to fellow ambitious cats, Stoatleap's instinct is either to fight or friend. Does their ambition benefit her or does it threaten her?
History
Stoatkit was born as the world was falling apart. Her mother kitted too early, leaving both sisters small, thin, and in the case of Snakekit, legs splayed and unusable. In some of Stoatleap's earliest memories, there are snippets of dappled fur and a warmth beside her at their mother's belly but by the time Stoatkit was aware of herself, that sister was gone. For the first five moons of her life, Stoatkit was raised as an only kit and drowned in affection from her mother. Despite the less than ideal circumstances of ThistleClan's position in the war, Stoatkit flourished under the attention she received. You could be leader one day are words of encouragement that have stuck with her since they fell from her mother's mouth.
She was smaller than the other apprentices when it came time for her naming but Stoatpaw didn't care. She stood before the newly named Stagstar with her head held high but she had to swallow her confusion in the same moment. Once again, there was a flash of mottled fur and a familiar scent as she was made an apprentice beside another young cat, Snakepaw. However, as suddenly as she arrived, she disappeared. Outsiders, the other cats had called them. Crowfoot and Snakepaw. It wouldn't be until later that the young she-cat discovered they were her uncle and sister but those thoughts were for later. ThistleClan was at war and Stoatpaw was going to prove herself.
Yet, the opportunity was denied her. You are too young, too small, too weak were the words she heard as her mentor left her in the care of the medicine cat along with other young kits and apprentices. With an envious thorn in her heart, Stoatpaw knew she still needed to prove herself. Sneaking away from the others, the young apprentice tracked down the battlefield and engaged a LichenClan apprentice. She was young and inexperienced, outmatched by this bigger cat, and found herself at their mercy but that was when the yowls of retreat rose up. Left with a wound at her side, Stoatpaw managed to hobble back to ThistleClan with her head once again held high.
Instead of words of praise from her mentor, as she expected, punishment came in the form of camp care for two moons. If she was going to disobey commends, she needed to learn some respect. This did not put a stop to Stoatpaw's ambitions. Between chores, she practiced her skills. Hunting stalks, battle moves, and learning how to climb. The last one was a chosen pursuit as she loved the burn in her muscles, the satisfaction when she climbed high, and the clear development of her muscle. By the time her punishment was over, Stoatpaw appeared to be a brand new cat. Gone was the frail disobedient kit.
That was when the harshest winter in any cat's memory hit. The freezing snow and winds buried ThistleClan camp and threatened the health of many. Stoatpaw knew, unlike the Great Battle, this was her time to prove herself. It became rare to see the little black she-cat in camp. Her paws were constantly on the ground, joining any border or hunting patrol that would take her. She kept count of the prey she brought back to camp, challenging herself to do better each time. Resources were thin but Stoatpaw did everything in her power to help the clan make the best of it. It was around this time she learned the truth of Crowfoot and Snakepaw but it mattered little. There was no time to process a long lost sibling when death breathed heavily on the camp entrance.
Eventually, the snow and ice melted. Life returned to the forest and Stoatpaw breathed a sigh of relief. Her hard work during leafbare was recognized in those early days of the season at thirteen moons. Stoatpaw became Stoatleap and she wore her name proudly. The celebration did not last long for the new warrior. Storms swept through the forest, drowning the land as water overran their banks, chasing ThistleClan from their lands. Stoatleap knew many were not comfortable on RedwoodClan territory but she was of the mind that expanding ThistleClan territory only served to strengthen the clan. Even when the water receded, they should keep what they fought for.
That was when Snakepaw reemerged. The death of Crowfoot barely registered with the young cat but the presence of her lost sister was a bittersweet moment. Stoatleap was jealous of those around her with siblings but then she saw the ambition on Snakepaw's eyes as she demanded her warrior name. The young she-cat saw a rival in her sister and bristled at the idea of her shouldering in her place in the clan.
However, her fears were unfounded for the time being. After receiving her warrior name, Snakejaw disappeared again. Stoatleap heard rumors of her sister roaming the borders and patrolling the north but part of her knew it was only a matter of time before Snakejaw made another appearance.
She was smaller than the other apprentices when it came time for her naming but Stoatpaw didn't care. She stood before the newly named Stagstar with her head held high but she had to swallow her confusion in the same moment. Once again, there was a flash of mottled fur and a familiar scent as she was made an apprentice beside another young cat, Snakepaw. However, as suddenly as she arrived, she disappeared. Outsiders, the other cats had called them. Crowfoot and Snakepaw. It wouldn't be until later that the young she-cat discovered they were her uncle and sister but those thoughts were for later. ThistleClan was at war and Stoatpaw was going to prove herself.
Yet, the opportunity was denied her. You are too young, too small, too weak were the words she heard as her mentor left her in the care of the medicine cat along with other young kits and apprentices. With an envious thorn in her heart, Stoatpaw knew she still needed to prove herself. Sneaking away from the others, the young apprentice tracked down the battlefield and engaged a LichenClan apprentice. She was young and inexperienced, outmatched by this bigger cat, and found herself at their mercy but that was when the yowls of retreat rose up. Left with a wound at her side, Stoatpaw managed to hobble back to ThistleClan with her head once again held high.
Instead of words of praise from her mentor, as she expected, punishment came in the form of camp care for two moons. If she was going to disobey commends, she needed to learn some respect. This did not put a stop to Stoatpaw's ambitions. Between chores, she practiced her skills. Hunting stalks, battle moves, and learning how to climb. The last one was a chosen pursuit as she loved the burn in her muscles, the satisfaction when she climbed high, and the clear development of her muscle. By the time her punishment was over, Stoatpaw appeared to be a brand new cat. Gone was the frail disobedient kit.
That was when the harshest winter in any cat's memory hit. The freezing snow and winds buried ThistleClan camp and threatened the health of many. Stoatpaw knew, unlike the Great Battle, this was her time to prove herself. It became rare to see the little black she-cat in camp. Her paws were constantly on the ground, joining any border or hunting patrol that would take her. She kept count of the prey she brought back to camp, challenging herself to do better each time. Resources were thin but Stoatpaw did everything in her power to help the clan make the best of it. It was around this time she learned the truth of Crowfoot and Snakepaw but it mattered little. There was no time to process a long lost sibling when death breathed heavily on the camp entrance.
Eventually, the snow and ice melted. Life returned to the forest and Stoatpaw breathed a sigh of relief. Her hard work during leafbare was recognized in those early days of the season at thirteen moons. Stoatpaw became Stoatleap and she wore her name proudly. The celebration did not last long for the new warrior. Storms swept through the forest, drowning the land as water overran their banks, chasing ThistleClan from their lands. Stoatleap knew many were not comfortable on RedwoodClan territory but she was of the mind that expanding ThistleClan territory only served to strengthen the clan. Even when the water receded, they should keep what they fought for.
That was when Snakepaw reemerged. The death of Crowfoot barely registered with the young cat but the presence of her lost sister was a bittersweet moment. Stoatleap was jealous of those around her with siblings but then she saw the ambition on Snakepaw's eyes as she demanded her warrior name. The young she-cat saw a rival in her sister and bristled at the idea of her shouldering in her place in the clan.
However, her fears were unfounded for the time being. After receiving her warrior name, Snakejaw disappeared again. Stoatleap heard rumors of her sister roaming the borders and patrolling the north but part of her knew it was only a matter of time before Snakejaw made another appearance.
