tawnykit

lichenCLAN

In sharp contrast to her nature, Tawnykit strikes a beautiful image.  Her lithe, long stature betrays her gender, feminine in every way from her narrow muzzle, pert nose, high cheek bones, and delicate shape of her ears.  She walks befitting of her mother's blood, with a sway to her hips, a flair to each paw step, and a delicate, coy tilt to her head.  Alongside her sister, they could be twins if it weren't for the difference in pelt color.

Her fur holds an almost airy texture to it, seeming to drape lightly over her sprye frame.  It floats like a feather with her jaunty steps, demanding attention from those around her.  She is regal in looks, overly pleasing to the eye and hard to ignore.  Her tail is held aloft, a giant sweeping bough, her angular head, perhaps a smidge less feminine than Talonkit's, and more reminiscent of her father, held proudly.

Her eyes are sharp, verdant green, rivalling that of new leaf's first, tender buds after the harsh, painful frost and snow of leafbare.  But her eyes betray the fire in her soul, glimmering with mirth, ambition, and the over whelming challenge of others in a sharp dare to confront her.  

++ Explosively Confident & Stalwart
From the very beginning, Tawny has always been overly confident in herself, even when making mistakes.  She is set in her ways and no one can tell her otherwise; she is awesome, okay? In everything she does, she is loud, confident, and does not care one bit what others think of her.  From the very beginning, she's known she will only every have to prove herself and she learned from the best that in LichenClan, it's all mind games. She applies herself 110% at everything, uncaring if the results are good or bad. Her overconfidence doesn't stem from a weak mind, thank you, but from someone who can totally back her words. 

// Family Oriented
This girl's whole world revolves around her family. Her sister is her other half and no one is better than her. No matter what they go through, Tawny is going to make sure that everyone knows her and Talon are a PACKAGE deal because no one will ever know her better than her proverbial twin.  Her parents are her idols, her father the strong, don’t give a rats arse about what others think, stone-faced warrior who strove to build a better LichenClan. Her mother is the sweet, caring blue blood who was brave enough to break away from tradition and make her own lineage. High born? Pft, their blood is no thicker nor stronger than a sapling after years of borderline incestial breeding. Arranged matings? Yea, no thanks, she wants her possible future baby daddy to WORK for her tail. IF she even gets a boy, who's to say she can't have a girl? Or stay single and AWESOME her whole life with just her sister. That sounds better actually.

-- Ambitious & Insensitive
Tawny will have no desire to be bound to the nursery. She wants all the blood, guts, and glory of her male counterparts and more.  She doesn't care for fancy titles or furthering her blood line, she wants her name to strike fear in those around her, even her own clanmates. She wants anyone who even thinks of crossing her or irking her in the slightest to piss their pelts in terror as to what might come. This thirsty ambition will make or break her. She can be pretty insensitive and reckless with her desire to overcome everything put before her. While she may not always mean to, she'll be prone to throwing others to the wayside if it means her or her family benefit from something.

A much-celebrated but ultimately unplanned "accident," Tawnykit and her sister, Talonkit, arrived on LichenClan's shores rather unexpectedly. A mother once before, Sorrelsong did not anticipate falling heavy with kits so late in life, especially after the death of her mate, and especially not with her late-in-life lover, Nightclaw, a former rebel-turned-rogue-turned-LichenClanner (again).

After discovering her pregnancy, Sorrelsong struggled to remain calm and envision a future for her kits that did not include ostracization and ridicule. Her first litter was born to another high-blood tom, much like herself. While she ignored some of LichenClan's customs, such as arrangements, her children largely got the privileges of their high-blood peers.

Her kits with Nightclaw would not.

This troubled her until Nightclaw spoke some sense into her. LichenClan was changing. No longer ruled by a tyrant, a former rebel led their shoreline now; and while many in the Clan practiced their old ways, their kits did not have to suffer under outdated customs. They could make their own "high-blood" kits. Emboldened by this, Sorrelsong and Nightclaw agreed to raise their kits to be confident and well-mannered, regardless of their blood.

As green-leaf waxed on the wind and the air grew humid and warm, Sorrelsong welcomed two she-kits onto the island: Talonkit and Tawnykit. Given the softer name of Tawnykit at her mother's behest, Tawnykit never let the alluded feminine nature define her.  From the start, Tawnykit and Talonkit were two sides of the same coin.  

Whatever one did, the other did as well.


Everything she did—all of her ambition and bravado—was for Talonkit foremost; and as she grew older, learning under her parent's teachings, Tawnykit began to understand the strange coupling of her parents and everything her mixed blood would entail. Perhaps it'd discourage a lesser cat.

But not Tawnykit.

She welcomed the challenge, teeth bared and heart of stone ready.

Hell hath no fury like a she-cat scorned.