Post by Bast on Dec 1, 2011 15:40:05 GMT -5
dawnflower
PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME
PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME
name...dawnkit//dawnpaw//dawnflower//dawnstar
age...twenty-seven moons
gender...female
clan...CheetahClan
position...warrior
species...African Cheetah
apperance...Dawnflower, as her name suggests, looks more delicate than the average cheetah. She doesn't stand quite as tall and is quite thin. Her body is built to run, something perhaps reflected by her personality since that's her first response to anything. Unlike some cheetahs, her pelt isn't a stunning deep amber but instead a pale almost white gold that fades even lighter in the sunlight. Neat ebony spots paint her lean bodice like any other cheetah. Quite frankly, Dawnflower doesn't consider herself to be anything special but there is a delicate sort of beauty about her. She walks quietly and often slowly for a cheetah, her steps cautious and delicate as though she expects the world to break open under her weight and swallow her whole or that someone will get angry if she walks to loudly. Without a doubt, she is graceful but it's in the way that she's trying to hide. Dawnflower, when she moves, moves silently and shyly as though fully expecting someone to attack her just for moving too quickly. All in all, if you watched her, you would think she was trying to walk through a pit of vipers that might strike at any moment when really she's just walking through camp.
personality...If someone took a moment to really observe Dawnflower, they would see that the way she acts isn't natural. She wasn't always this way. No. She was once a beautiful, smiling, kind young she-cat but now is a caved in shell of her former self. Dawnflower has a constant air of fear about her, always watching the shadows and waking up at night from vivid nightmares. She always walks around the edge of camp, never directly through the middle. Everything from how so moves to the fact that she almost never speaks tells you enough to know she's afraid. Afraid of everything. Her shadow, thunder, males, some females, herbs, water, anything. Dawnflower can find fear in it. She shrinks back from others in her clan and often seeks solitude like a drug addict seeking a high. Everything about her when she's near others makes it painfully clear that she's seeking an escape, a chance to run, a chance to be alone. She never speaks around her clanmates, never goes to clan meetings and absolutely never goes to gatherings. Crowds make her fidgety and scared and the males in her clan coming near her practically makes her die of fright. What she would be like without all this fear, nobody really knows because they barely remember the sweet young apprentice that had so many dreams.
history...When Tawnycloud and Blackclaw had kits, they welcomed only two kits into the world. They named the she-kit Dawnkit and the male kit Stingkit. From the get go it was obvious the two were polar opposites. Dawnkit was quiet, respectful and kind with a sweet smile and innocence all around her. Stingkit was aggressive, venomous and rude. Dawnkit loved her brother, he was the only one she had after all, and she always was around him trying to make him be nicer to their parents or respect the medicine cat or warriors. After a while, even she gave up on the possibility that her arrogant brother would ever think of anyone but himself. Still, she stuck by his side in hopes that someday StarClan would show him how to be kind. You would think that since Dawnkit was the only cat in the clan that put up with him, Stingkit would be kind to her at least. Nope. If anything, Stingkit bullied his sister worse than anyone else and day after day she simply took his blows, verbal and physical alike.
When the pair became Dawnpaw and Stingpaw, her parents had hoped the tow would grow apart if only to save Dawnpaw from her brother. Under Tallpoppy's teaching, Dawnpaw became a skilled huntress and scout though she lacked some of the physical strength of an average warrior. Stingpaw, under Twistedjaw, became worse. When he sparred, his opponents more often than not limped way leaving Stingpaw smirking, a little too happy to have won by blood. Dawnpaw kept close to her brother, defending him from the barbs of the other apprentices and acting as a buffer between his volatile temper and the others. She took the brunt of his rages and could often be heard trying to reason with him when he tried to go after someone. It more often than not left her in the medicine cat den, ears burning with shame when another apprentice limped in with marks from Stingpaw.
As time wore on, Dawnpaw became more and more quiet and left her brother less and less. Tallpoppy worried and tried to convince the clan leader to throw Stingpaw from the clan, reasoning that he was dangerous and could turn on them at any moment. The leader said no and allowed the pair to become warriors at eighteen moons of age. Dawnpaw became Dawnflower and Stingpaw became Stingclaw. Several moons later, Dawnflower became aware of Stingclaw regularly leaving camp and going to the northern border. Sometimes it was at night, sometimes in broad daylight. No one else knew, or they didn't want to know, simply because of Singclaw's violent nature. Dawnflower was concerned though and followed him. She found a gang of loners, a hodge-podge mix of cats, some kinds she'd never even seen before. They were planning to attack the clan and make Stingclaw their leader. Shocked and terrified, Dawnflower tried to confront her brother as he made his way back to camp but he, as predicted, attacked her to silence her.
He brought the loners across the border and together they attacked Dawnflower. A single warrior, not particularly strong at fighting, alone against many cats. Dawnflower was left for dead as Stingclaw and his cats raided CheetahClan. They were eventually fought off and Dawnflower found, barely alive. She was nursed back to health and told upon waking that Stingclaw had abandoned CheetahClan for his band of misfits. Tallpoppy and Blackclaw had been killed among others and Stingclaw had dropped the last part of his name to simply become Sting. From then on, Dawnflower became flighty and fearful, constantly looking over her shoulder in fear of her brother's gang. She stopped talking unless spoken to by the clan leader or through extensive coaxing. The clan claims that Sting had been badly injured before he retreated with his warriors but Dawnflower doesn't buy the story that they believe he died of his wounds. She has a gut feeling, so to speak, that her brother is still alive and well biding his time.
