Post by Ospreysong on Jan 1, 2012 13:26:51 GMT -5
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Name:OspreykitOspreypawOspreysongOspreytalon
Gender: She-cat/Female
Age: 21 moons (almost 2 years)
Rank: Huntress
Appearance:
Fur color: Mottled pale-ginger-and-light-gray tabby and white (a pale tortoiseshell tabby)
Eye color: Greenish-yellow
Nose color: Pink
Body type: Lithe and agile[/ul]
Everything about this she-cat screams hunter. She has eyes and ears on the large side – all the better to see and hear you with, my dear – and is all-around wiry. Her legs, tail, and body are long, and she is built like a runner or Twoleg swimmer. Although she is not bulky as many other cats are, she is well muscled from her hunting, running, leaping, and otherwise exercise requiring shenanigans. Her head is angular, specifically triangular (TEE HEE punny), and looks slight. Her bone structure is slight, so she can appear to be petite upon first glance, but one need only look again to see the strength beneath her soft pelt.
Speaking of the she-cat’s pelt, it is quite interestingly colored. To begin with, she has a white bib – her chin, chest, and throat – and the frontal portion of her belly. Her paws are white, and her hind legs are a sort of gradient white fading to the other colors of her pelt toward her thigh, but remain paler on the inside nonetheless. The rest of her colors are rather mish-mashed, but her bottom line colors are a light gray tabby and a pale ginger, like sand on the beach, tabby. The majority of her fur on her body is the gray with some patches of the pale ginger blended in to create a smoky sort of feel. The ginger meets the white on her legs, and then transfers into the gray of the rest of her body. Her tail is the most mixed place of her entire body, with the majority of the tan being on the bottom and the gray on top, but it is melded together to make a softer look. Her face, though, is the most varied: Above her left eye is a triangle of light ginger tabby, as is the bottom of her right eye extending down to some of her right cheek, where it meets white. On her left cheek, there is a streak of the pale ginger. The rims of her ears are pale ginger, a sort of pinkish color, and the rest is a gentle gray.
Her nose and eyes are colored, too, surprisingly enough! Her nose has a dark outline around it, emphasizing its vitality filled pink (though in some lights, it looks like a pale brown). The eyes are more interesting: they are slightly different colors. One must surely look to see this, really look, but it is true. Her right eye is much greener than her left, which has almost an amber hue, though they remain at the greenish-yellow phase most of the time. It is just that her right eye leans toward green, and her left eye toward yellow (and orange). If shadowed by something, her eyes can look brownish.
Personality:
Feisty, sweet, proud, naïve, strong, loyal, compassionate, intelligent, witty
This she-cat, upon first glance (and many from the Clan, actually), is the perfect female. She can be quiet, obedient, and sweet in a way that is dangerously close to cloying. So, yes, she can seem to be quite the perfect little girl, and it was how she was raised by her perfect family. That is not who she is, though. She goes much deeper than that: though never fully subjected to the terrible treatment of she-cats because of her well-respected family, she has loathed the prejudice from her late apprenticeship when she really began noticing things. When she received her warrior name of Ospreysong, it enraged her because there was nothing about her that was sing-songy at all that she could see. She had much preferred to be named something fierce, something such as… Ospreyflame! Or Ospreyclaw or Ospreyfang or Ospreystrike or something, but no, she was known too well as that nice little girl, one of Snakestrike’s unfortunate litter of four females.
Although her upbringing was easy and fun, this she-cat began to feel as if there was something missing, and she started questioning authority figures, as well as Yarrow, and talked back. She was snippy to her siblings and mentor, and rather prickly. After her nephew and friend, Rockpaw, died in an avoidable fight when she was 11 moons, then-Ospreypaw snapped out of it and realized that she was being unfair to many cats who treated her with kindness. Still, she held onto the feeling that there was something very wrong in AshClan and there should probably be change soon before things end up exploding (or imploding).
Even so, she is a naturally compassionate, quick, witty, and fun-loving individual who tries not to let anything get her down for too long and always has a joke, even if it is rather… bad. This is an afterthought, a residual effect, from her sharp tongue, with which she was born. Not too much is able to keep her down for too long, and she remains emotionally and mentally strong through a lot: emotional endurance is something she prides herself on, though there are several buttons that she has that throw her off entirely, as with every other cat. Because of her large family, she is not very shy, though she is slow to declare friendships and loyalties, but once she does, they do not fade easily.
It is mandatory for her that she checks many of her major actions with her family before she does anything, and she values their input and opinions higher than the rest of the Clan, perhaps even more so than Yarrow, though she has very little experience with Yarrow. She does not even know whether or not she believes in him, but she always fears for her male relatives when the time comes around for sacrifice. If there were some way to avert that, she would. She would do quite a bit if the possibilities arose.
History:
Ospreysong’s family is… well, massive and ancient. There have been many leaders in her line, many brave warriors, many medicine cats (who of course had no kits, but conversed with Yarrow), many deputies, many martyrs, and so on. Her father was the only kit of Giantfang and his mate, Runningheart, who were both well-known cats with Giantfang having been a close choice for deputy, but he was looked over for another cat, which suited him just fine. Giantfang was a proficient and well-known, popular warrior, and Snakestrike followed in his father’s steps, hardly overshadowed. Sandspeckle was a kit in an unfortunate family that had sob story galore from all of the kits they lost, leaving Sandspeckle and her parents as the only ones left. It was always silly accidents, but it made some think that Yarrow had cursed the family for some wrongdoing. When Sandspeckle and Snakestrike became mates, this thought swiftly vanished because how could the blessed family have any relationship with a cursed one? From the time they were young, Ospreysong’s parents loved each other and had three litters together.
When Ospreysong and her littermates were born, many cats lamented because it was a large litter of only she-cats; it had to be a bad sign, some said. Nothing happened, but they were still treated with something close to suspicion until they recalled who their father was, and then it was all laughter and kindness and fun. Ospreysong knows very little, comparatively, of the horrors faced by many she-cats. Oh, yes, she still faced discrimination, but it was nothing so terrible as to drive her into a wrathful fit, which would have happened if it had been the exact same for her and her siblings as it is for all other she-cats. She was just lucky to have a powerful and well-respected family, with older brothers who were quickly following in their father’s footsteps, and grandfather’s, and great-grandfather’s, and so on.
Ospreysong is the same age as her eldest niece and nephew, and they grew up together with the litters becoming close friends. Then-Ospreypaw-and-kit’s favorite was Rockpaw, who was always willing to get into mischief with her and cause some trouble. At one point, he decided that he wanted to go and show the leader that they didn’t need so much training: they would depart and collect the best hunt ever, fight the toughest rogues ever, and be the bravest ever. Ospreypaw agreed. Instead of trying to talk their siblings into it, they just left. It was safer to do that, they felt, than to get caught. The two rushed out and got hardly nothing done because they were reveling in their daring and courage in the face of danger. They didn’t realize that the worst danger was not the one they faced at camp, but rather the one lurking in the shadows of the woods.
“Ospreypaw, what d’you think your warrior name will be? What d’ya think mine will be?” Rockpaw asked eagerly, his eyes alight with excitement.
“I dunno, I think Rockhead would be pretty appropriate.”
“Why, you!” Rockpaw crouched and prepared to pounce when a sound caught his attention, and his head jerked up. “Wait. Did you hear that, too? What do you think it—”
It leapt out and curtailed his sentence before anything else could be said.
Rockpaw fought bravely, actually, and told Ospreypaw to flee before she could get too hurt, and so she ran to get help. There was nothing there when they arrived, though. After a short time of probation, she took the test and became a huntress with her name, specifically for running to get aid, with her “virtues” being kindness and enthusiasm, of all things! Not agility, bravery, swiftness, loyalty, or anything of the sort, but kindness and enthusiasm. Enthusiasm had not saved Rockpaw, she had thought bitterly at the time. All the ceremony did was enrage her, and she shed all thought of being guilty at that moment when she decided that it was the Clan itself and its actions, maybe even Yarrow Himself, who was truly at fault for the very culture and mindset in induced.
During the ten moons that passed between then and now, Ospreysong grew more resentful of AshClan and drawn toward the Suffragettes, but her family had already publically declared scorn for dissenters who felt they had to have a different group, who felt that their lives were not truly good enough in the Clan. It was more that they were splitting the Clan and causing strife than their actual message that was specifically protested by the family, but it still meant enough for Ospreysong to stay away from any topic of the sort when around her parents and siblings. So, though she has feelings and sympathy for the Suffragettes, the mottled huntress is tentative to join, such a contrast to her temerity and tenacity to rush out into the night with her nephew, especially when they are juxtaposed. Whether other cats blame her for Rockpaw’s death is unknown to her, but she no longer blames herself and refuses to let guilt reappear for it.
Family
Robinfur (maternal grandmother, 95 moons) – tortoiseshell she-cat, mostly ginger
Snakestrike (father, 68 moons) – large dark gray-brown tabby tom
Sandspeckle (mother, 62 moons) – calico she-cat; mostly pale ginger
Venomtooth (older brother, 49 moons) – big gray tabby tom
Buzzardslash (older brother, 37 moons) – big gray tabby tom
Leapingcry (older sister, 37 moons) – pale ginger tabby she-cat
Thrushcall (sister; littermate) – light brown tabby she-cat
Honeystream (sister; littermate) – pale ginger tabby she-cat
Flightpath (sister; littermate) – tortoiseshell she-cat
Birdhop (sister-in-law, mate of Venomtooth, 40 moons, sister of Wispfoot) – small brown tabby she-cat
- Loudclaw (nephew, 21 moons) – black-and-white tom
- Spottedwing (niece, 21 moons) – small tortoiseshell she-cat
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- Horsepaw (nephew, 7 moons) – large dark brown tom
- Magpiepaw (niece, 7 moons) – black-and-white she-cat
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Vinetwirl (sister-in-law, mate of Buzzardslash, 36 moons) – brown-tabby-and-white she-cat
- Sootpaw (nephew, 9 moons) – gray tabby tom
- Beakpaw (nephew, 9 moons) – golden-brown tabby tom
- Grasspaw (nephew, 9 moons) – tall pale brown tabby tom
Wispfoot (brother-in-law, mate of Leapingcry, 40 moons, brother of Birdhop) – pale gray tabby tom
- Aspenpaw (nephew, 8 moons) – light gray tabby tom
- Poppypaw (niece, 8 moons) – silver flecked tabby she-cat
- Redpaw (nephew, 8 moons) – ginger tabby tom
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