Post by c a n n a on Apr 3, 2020 15:57:19 GMT -6
Sycamoreclaw
redwoodclan
Large, muscular long haired black-red calico molly with amber eyes.
warrior
she-cat
43 moons
Appearance
19" Height - 20 lbs
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Sycamoreclaw stands amongst the giants of RedwoodClan, her size being average in their culture but gigantic compared to the other clans. She has long, wide legs and substantial mass. She exhibits vast musculature that assists her in her dangerous fighting style. The calico does not hold back and uses all of her strength in all of her hits.
Her history of fighting shows in the scars that litter and crisscross her body. Most of them are hidden by thick, long fur but prominent ones include a deep v shaped nick in her left ear and a gash on the right side of her muzzle.
Sycamoreclaw has a wide, square shaped head similar to that of a maine coon cat. Her ears are long and tufted and her muzzle is broad. Her eyes are a blazing amber. The she cat’s heavy coat is mostly white with splashes of black and red.
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Sycamoreclaw stands amongst the giants of RedwoodClan, her size being average in their culture but gigantic compared to the other clans. She has long, wide legs and substantial mass. She exhibits vast musculature that assists her in her dangerous fighting style. The calico does not hold back and uses all of her strength in all of her hits.
Her history of fighting shows in the scars that litter and crisscross her body. Most of them are hidden by thick, long fur but prominent ones include a deep v shaped nick in her left ear and a gash on the right side of her muzzle.
Sycamoreclaw has a wide, square shaped head similar to that of a maine coon cat. Her ears are long and tufted and her muzzle is broad. Her eyes are a blazing amber. The she cat’s heavy coat is mostly white with splashes of black and red.
Personality
STEADFAST
Sycamoreclaw is a molly of unwavering resolve. Never has she backed down from an obstacle or challenge, and has always stuck to who she is. Her firm devotion is admirable on the surface, but her reluctance to change can greatly hinder her and her relationships. She’s insanely stuck in her ways and rarely goes back on her decisions. The calico is seen as close-minded, only really caring to follow her own desires for strength and power. She simply forces those who interfere with this away.
IDEALISTIC
Sycamoreclaw longs for perfection in herself and the cats around her. Every action is dedicated to achieving ultimate strength and she cares little for cats who waste her time. She isn’t shy about her idealistic nature, constantly challenging any cat who shows weakness. She sees useless cats as inferior and often spits and scoffs at them. Likewise, she sees cats of strength as equals. Only felines who can best her in combat earn respect, regardless of borders. It goes without saying that the molly is extremely arrogant, seeing herself as superior and most others as measly ants in her way.
ABRASIVE
Sycamoreclaw’s tongue is barbed and her words are often scathing. She talks with little regards to the feelings of others and acts on her own whims. The molly has always struggled with communicating her thoughts and feelings effectively. Violence and chaos is her only language which is clear in her attitude towards fighting. She’s often shouting ‘fight me!’, battle truly being a passion of hers. Spars are like greetings to her and in depth fugues are like conversations. Her mother was extremely successful in making her a true RedwoodClan fighter. Fighting is the only thing she cares for and is the only thing she lives for. For now..
Sycamoreclaw is a molly of unwavering resolve. Never has she backed down from an obstacle or challenge, and has always stuck to who she is. Her firm devotion is admirable on the surface, but her reluctance to change can greatly hinder her and her relationships. She’s insanely stuck in her ways and rarely goes back on her decisions. The calico is seen as close-minded, only really caring to follow her own desires for strength and power. She simply forces those who interfere with this away.
IDEALISTIC
Sycamoreclaw longs for perfection in herself and the cats around her. Every action is dedicated to achieving ultimate strength and she cares little for cats who waste her time. She isn’t shy about her idealistic nature, constantly challenging any cat who shows weakness. She sees useless cats as inferior and often spits and scoffs at them. Likewise, she sees cats of strength as equals. Only felines who can best her in combat earn respect, regardless of borders. It goes without saying that the molly is extremely arrogant, seeing herself as superior and most others as measly ants in her way.
ABRASIVE
Sycamoreclaw’s tongue is barbed and her words are often scathing. She talks with little regards to the feelings of others and acts on her own whims. The molly has always struggled with communicating her thoughts and feelings effectively. Violence and chaos is her only language which is clear in her attitude towards fighting. She’s often shouting ‘fight me!’, battle truly being a passion of hers. Spars are like greetings to her and in depth fugues are like conversations. Her mother was extremely successful in making her a true RedwoodClan fighter. Fighting is the only thing she cares for and is the only thing she lives for. For now..
History
Sycamorekit was born beside 5 siblings to the molly of legacy, Patchfang and the former loner, Goldeneye. Sycamorekit, Pinekit, Rook-kit, Thistlekit, Erminekit, and Dewkit were all created to further the lineage of their fierce fighting ancestors, something that the young calico found great interest in. She loved fighting and tussling around with her siblings and litter-mates from an early age. Her boisterous personality seemed to garner the attention of their mother who only really came by to enforce their strict training regime. Whenever she pounced on a sibling or struck a litter-mate, she’d get approval from Patchfang. She especially found herself showered in attention when Pinekit, Thistlekit, and Rook-kit made their nests in the medicine den due to their exposure to green-cough. Sycamorekit quickly learned that violence and fighting was the only way to gain attention from her mother. Violence quickly consumed the young molly and she found herself caring little for her weak father, social skills, or any weakness. The only thing that mattered was fighting and continuing their family’s legacy.
Sycamorekit’s violent tendencies followed her into apprenticeship and slowly began to strain the relationship between her previously close-knit siblings. Sycamorepaw was given to a friend of Patchfang’s, Lightningstrike. The older cream molly had long been a friend of the family and further increased Sycamorepw’s workload. Of course the apprentice never faltered under the intense teachings of her mentor and mother(who still provided particularly brutal sessions to all of her offspring). With so much success, Sycamorepaw struggled to empathize with most weaker cats, especially her brother Thistlepaw who greatly struggled to build his fighting skills. Sycamorepaw didn’t hesitate in letting him know that he was weak. Her last interaction with the tom had been a nasty fight where she had attempted to help him in training.Thistlepaw’s death was not a shock and when presented his body, she simply scoffed. A weakling like him was going to die anyways.
By the time Sycamorepaw earned the suffix -claw, it became incredibly clear that the only thing the muscular molly cared for was fighting. She lived to fight, her claws ached for it. And even after the death of Patchfang, she found little reason to turn away from her passion. The family legacy did not matter for her, she just wanted to remain somewhere where she could sustain her love for combat. She only grew more abrasive towards her weakling clan-mates, even her siblings stayed away for her. While Sycamoreclaw certainly doesn’t mind being shunned, finding her claws as the only companion she needs, but she does long for a comrade who shares the same undying passion she does.
Sycamorekit’s violent tendencies followed her into apprenticeship and slowly began to strain the relationship between her previously close-knit siblings. Sycamorepaw was given to a friend of Patchfang’s, Lightningstrike. The older cream molly had long been a friend of the family and further increased Sycamorepw’s workload. Of course the apprentice never faltered under the intense teachings of her mentor and mother(who still provided particularly brutal sessions to all of her offspring). With so much success, Sycamorepaw struggled to empathize with most weaker cats, especially her brother Thistlepaw who greatly struggled to build his fighting skills. Sycamorepaw didn’t hesitate in letting him know that he was weak. Her last interaction with the tom had been a nasty fight where she had attempted to help him in training.Thistlepaw’s death was not a shock and when presented his body, she simply scoffed. A weakling like him was going to die anyways.
By the time Sycamorepaw earned the suffix -claw, it became incredibly clear that the only thing the muscular molly cared for was fighting. She lived to fight, her claws ached for it. And even after the death of Patchfang, she found little reason to turn away from her passion. The family legacy did not matter for her, she just wanted to remain somewhere where she could sustain her love for combat. She only grew more abrasive towards her weakling clan-mates, even her siblings stayed away for her. While Sycamoreclaw certainly doesn’t mind being shunned, finding her claws as the only companion she needs, but she does long for a comrade who shares the same undying passion she does.
