Post by VALACIE on May 16, 2011 23:23:30 GMT -5
windclaw
NAME... Windclaw
AGE... 31 moons
GENDER... Female
CLAN... LeopardClan
POSITION... Warrior
SPECIES... African Leopard
APPEARANCE...Pelt: Short, soft golden fur tinged with orange that becomes white tinged with yellow the closer you get to her belly. Windclaw has large black spots covering her whole body, clustering into groups of three and tapering off into stripes around her face and the tip of her tail. This pattern though beautiful and detailed is broken by the presence of many scars, which appear as white, sometimes furless lines across her body.
Body structure: Windclaw is a leopard of medium build with sleek and yet powerful musculature. Like other African leopards her body is structured for the ability of climbing trees, not only pulling her substantial weight up a vertical trunk but also the dead weight of her kills which on the savanna could be rather large. She has long graceful legs, which grant her a powerful and smooth gait. As well as a long slender back and a thick neck.
Other: She has some odd quirks that set her apart from others of her clan. Her intense blue eyes for one, always attract attention. As do her scars, especially the three blatantly obvious claw marks across her face. Windclaw is also known for having weak eyesight. She can see well enough, but the scratches on her face came unnervingly close to taking her eyes, and full sight from her. As it is, she can't see details quite as well as she was once able to.
PERSONALITY...Reckless: Windclaw is reckless, there can be no doubt about that. In her life she has repeatedly thrown herself into the very mouth of danger. Where other cats would take extra caution to make sure that they didn't press the wrong buttons in their fellow clan members Windclaw willing looks for these causes of confrontation, and relishes in the reactions she receives. A hardened warrior she sparks battle any chance she gets and fights with everything she has at hand.
Loyal: Despite her personal desire to be at the center of confrontation and chaos she is strictly loyal to her clan. Should someone higher then her give an order she will throw herself into the task of completing it. Again her reckless nature shines through, in that she does anything to finish what needs to be done, having no moral qualms when it comes to orders. She is a favorite for harder missions for this reason; where other leopards or cats would falter she'd continue without so much as a second thought as to what she was about to do. She is also more than willing to throw her life away in the protection of another clan member, most notably young kits, heavily pregnant mothers, and elders. Having a soft spot for those that can't easily defend themselves.
Playful: Though she might appear all business she enjoys to play around. Only problem being that what she considers play might be considered to rough. Since she enjoys fighting any young cat that thinks it might be fun to trick her into a game would best be warned as to what they are getting themselves into.
Quick Tempered: Her temper simmers and boils, but once ignited (it takes very little effort to ignite her temper) she becomes an unstoppable force of rage. With very little care for her own life, this rage can go unchecked until someone builds up the courage to bring her back to her senses. If left alone though she'll eventually calm down. Usually when she's angry she hides from the rest of the clan, usually by going for a hunt or just getting as far away as possible.
HISTORY...Windclaw was born to two loners that crossed paths briefly, before going once more on their separate ways. She never learned her father's name, but her mother Luna birthed a small litter of three after the encounter and of the three only two survived into adulthood becoming Wind and her sister Breeze. Being raised by a loner is difficult. Most loners don't stay with other cats for longer then a few days, and where a clan has various hunters searching for food for the Queens, one on the outside would have to fend for her own kits as well as herself. And not just in finding food, but also in fighting off rogues. Still Windclaw's life as a kit wasn't as difficult as one might expect, her mother took extra care to make sure they were well fed and safe from rogues.
When the two cubs were around six moons old their mother left to hunt and returned mortally injured, just barely managing to drag herself back to the den. Not knowing what was going on the kits began crying in fear, unsure how to react to their weak and bloodied mother. And fearful of whatever might have done this to her they decided it would be best to leave the den and hide in the bushes nearby, or leave the area entirely. Especially since their mother said quite plainly that she was dying, and was sorry that she was leaving them on their own so young, before they'd even really gotten a chance to learn what it was to be a leopard.
After their mother's passing Windclaw became the 'leader' of the pair, being braver and more adventurous then her sister.
Somehow they managed to survive together, though it was at this time that Windclaw got into most of her fights. Gaining the scars that now decorate her body almost as abundantly as her spots. Together they hunted, and learned; bumbling their way through life and occasionally picking up information from other loners they found during their journeys. It was through the loners that they got most of their information about the clans, which fascinated them more then the hard life they were currently living. Having had nothing but each other since an early age, the very idea of having a family so large and to actually belong to something was mind blowing.
But it wasn't until her sister was badly injured that Windclaw even considered contacting the clan. They had medicine cats, she knew that. And dragging her sister to the border of Leopardclan she waited for them to be noticed (which didn't take long with the smell of blood.) Her sister was treated, and they were accepted, and from then on she's been a clan cat. Though she still chafes a bit beneath the pressure of the laws and hierarchy, things she didn't quite have to deal with as a loner.
