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Post by f a d i n g ☪ on Jul 7, 2010 11:00:18 GMT -5
[W O L F S O N G] [a low-pitched howl of a four-pawed creature in the canidae family.]
[GENDER] She-cat. [CLAN] ThunderClan. [AGE] 30 moons. [RANK] Medicine Cat.
____________[LOOKS]
The word 'wolf' was the only that her parents could think of to perfectly capture her long, dark-grey pelt. Each hair swirls with every soft movement she makes; though thick, her fur does not do well to hide the particular beauty in her body. Like all felines there is a grace in her step and stride, though her's is more pronounced. She moves effortlessly in this manner - her paws seem to slide over the ground rather than lift up with each step. Though typically most think of medicine cats as small, fragile, and helpless against stronger warriors, this is not so the case with Wolfsong. Her stature though delicate and appealing is actually a slight larger than the average cat.
This dark warrioress has more to her, however. A sweet, almost floral scent lingers the air where she is - perhaps the sweet smell of damp moss, or maybe having a tinge of sweetly scented roses in the mixture. Either way, it is alluring. Falling onto her visage one may take the time to notice how beautifully her face is sculpted. Bones as fine, high, and stunningly perfected as crystal hold up the beautiful shape and curve of her face, which is slender and with a slightly more tapered muzzle than the average. A small, wet dark-grey nose with splashes of dull and faded pink ends the tip of her maw. Her ears are slightly larger than the average too, a bit more than her size would proportion, which gives a more distinctive appearance, not exactly 'prettier' but nor weirder.
Under the ruffle of her fur are slight silver streaks. These curve around mostly her ankles, forehead/ears, and under her eyes down her muzzle. Though most of the time faint, under the moonlight they sparkle an even brighter silver. These trace and accent even more stunningly the crystal clarity of her eyes. Like gems they have a prismatic touch, fracturing rays of light and turning them to their own shimmer. Even at the dullest of times her eyes have a different light radiance. They are bright blue, flecks of navy silver and even light green and amethyst at a very close look. They seem to store the light then at night pulse and emanate softly the brilliance. She is truly a sight to behold - but of course, she is a medicine cat.
____________[PERSONA]
Like the continuous, beautiful yet slightly irritating howl of a wolf, this is precisely what Wolfsong was named after, unbeknownst to her, who thought her mentor was merely being nice to giving her a pretty name. She talks a lot - true, her voice has a beautiful depth somewhat similar to the 'song' of a wolf but mostly she was named because she can talk the night sky away. She enjoys chittering about simple things - and especially enjoys companions who will listen to her while she works on whatever injury they come to her for. With toms she's slightly more flirtatious than she should be, it was a habit she's had ever since kithood, really. She had her eyes set on one male, until as an apprentice she received the dream...more about that later.
Anyway, overall she is a pretty nice individual. Though at times her temper will seem short and she'll set off at the smallest things it doesn't take long to get her simmered down at all. Her ultimate goal is to live life at its fullest (minus love, of course..) - no, she doesn't wish to be a simple kittypet to get waited on. In her terms to live life at its fullest is to go through without a worry, and even in the darkest of times, look on the bright side, and even in the bleakest of times, sniff through the undergrowth to find the flower. She never lets anything stop her or hold her down. Secrets? Please! All medicine cats have them, of course, and she is no exception. But even should anyone find out - who cares? Even if they kill her or whatever - she'll still go to StarClan, right?
So although her name as an ominous meaning, once again - look on the better side! Things are not always as they seem, and to never live in the past are her two mottos.
____________[HISTORY]
...do you wanna hear a story... She was in a litter of two with her sister, who was born just before her. They were named Wolfkit and Breezekit. Breezekit was as shy as her sister was talkative - though there were three other tom-kits at the time of their kithood, Breezekit never showed interest in any of them, while Wolfkit was at times shown to have interest in all three! The spunky kit, however, had her eyes on one particular tom, who was named Batkit. Naturally, he was the one she talked to the least, to make it the least obvious. She was smart even as a kit - make sure he likes you first before you make it obvious or anything like that. She thought they would always be together, have a litter of kits of their own, and would fight by each other's side in countless battles as warriors til the end.
Such shallow dreams they were...but she was a kit an could not help herself to get lost in the beautiful daydreams that for most became a reality. In apprenticehood her world turned upside down. She was two moons into training, already proving an excellent fighter. She and Batpaw were growing closer together with each coming day. He was a superb hunter and outmatched her with his speed and cunning to always catch the more prey, but her agility and strength beat him almost every time when their mentors would put them against each other in battle training. They had fun with their own mini competitions, for a while. But out of her eye, Wolfpaw always seemed to catch Breezepaw eyeing her moments with Batpaw...and was that envy she caught in her sister's beautiful blue orbs? At first she tried shrugging it off until it became apparent.
Then one night on ominous dream came to her in slumber. She was in the nursery with Batpaw and the medicine cat at her side. And her belly was extremely swollen - she was giving birth to kits, and at once she knew they were Batpaw's. This image pleased her...until the scene changed. She was standing at the top of the gorge, a few fox-lengths away from her sister. She was hidden in the brush. Then she watched in horror as her sister made a gigantic leap, shouting, "You never loved me!" into the foam of the gorge's rushing waters. Then she was in a dark void and voices swirled around her ears.. Faint, flickering images of cats with stars in their pelt were circling her in an odd lunar dance, and she could almost feel their fur brushing against her.
Wolfpaw, you are seeing glimpses of the future...you can stop this...StarClan have foreseen a different destiny, in which you are Medicine Cat - a wonderful and very talented one - and your sister and Batpaw are mates with kits... We know you love him, but she does too. You will make an excellent Medicine Cat - and do you really want your sister to kill herself, even if you have to bear the pain of watching her give birth to his kits? Wolfpaw, you have a kind heart...it is your destiny... And then the dream faded away, leaving poor Wolfpaw coughing awake. It was her destiny to watch another cat - her sister of all filthy creatures - give birth to her love's kits? Why should she give up what she wanted - Batpaw - for her sister to have him? But...it was her destiny? Should she meddle with destiny? Should she become mates with Batpaw just to watch her sister...die? She gulped, a sour taste filling her throat.
And so Wolfpaw knew what she had to do. Slowly she took the steps forward to the medicine cat's den - she didn't care if it was the middle of the night - she walked into the den of the medicine cat, and asked if she could be the new apprentice. And so the next day a ceremony was conducted and Wolfpaw switched to being the medicine apprentice. Batpaw watched with misery at the ceremony - and the only one to lean against was Breezepaw. Wolfpaw watched with her own misery as she and Breezepaw walked away to train together, and watched with even more misery as Batpaw rarely came to talk to her anymore. She wanted to cry out - what had she done to deserve this? - but she was growing older, more mature, and so she simply took a grip on what she had done with her life and became ready to pursue what next path StarClan would have for her. ...and now you've heard the story...oh such a hollow story...
____________[IC]
------- Pawsteps. Light, faint movements thudding ever-so-softly against the hard cinnamon-colored stone, a few pieces of rock crumbling around the edge. A dark shape swerved around the slightly jutting formations of rock, paws darting along the rim of the building, and although it was a thin layer to move upon, the creature was nimble and agile enough to keep balanced while it moved, although a few times it stumbled a bit, breath billowing out slightly in invisible wisps -- panting. Each time, however, it just got up and kept moving and moving.
------- Suddenly, the dark feline came to a halt. Again, something so faintly silvery, spectral, yet unnoticeable to those without the sharpest of eyes came from her parted maw, and as it swirled into the rest of the air mixed with dust, churning up the uncomfortable particles into her eyes. The she-cat blinked a few times. Eyelids fluttered over two differently colored orbs -- one bright golden, and the other sapphire mixed with hues of peacock feathers, only the dark eyelids to shoot up moments more, and then back down. The dustiness of the breeze became less uncomfortable, and with a final sigh, the creature let her limbs splay out beneath her in an inelegant formation.
------- For a few moments, it seemed time were never to pass again. There was the chirping of a bird in the distance, and what else was she to expect, as they neared the season of genesis? The enlightened song lingered in the air for just a bit, showering the atmosphere with a happy, peaceful feeling. And then, aches wracked through her muscles, liquid pain mixing with the blood of her body. Letting out a soft groan, Gossamer sat up, her midnight fur glittering with the rays of sunlight. The delicate femme raised one paw to muzzle, and a dark pink tongue poked out, as she began licking the hard black surface.
------- Almost instantly Gossamer recoiled as a sour reek filled her jaw. Taking a closer look at her pad, she noticed small and unpleasant cracks lining it, where thin lines of scarlet pooled out. Eyes glinting, she warily put her paw to her tongue again to be groomed, although every sense of her body wanted to get rid of the taste it brought. She then noticed the dullness to her usual beautiful black pelt. Deciding it would not bring as much of a revolting scent, she began to lick the rest of her body, too, until it gleamed as bright as her sapphire eye.
------- Gossamer had almost forgotten why she had come here. The scene was so blissful. Perfect and quiet -- she rather liked the solitude, though she seldom got any of it. But of course, everything perfect always has to come to an end, no? A sharp voice pierced her mind. You do not deserve such a lovely climate! Wincing, Gossamer replied quickly in her head, Oh, but you do? It was almost as if the soft wind of a quick, jerky nod rushed through her head. Of course! All our tribe was better than you. Still is. Worthless unappreciative scum. You should be happy you lived at all.
------- The black fae looked to the skies. Oh, for the love of all things good, why me? she spoke aloud. The sound of her voice tingled the air, disrupting the bliss. Now she remembered why she had come to this part of the Primer Trimestre home. Her dreams had been ridden with irksome nightmares, and she had come to let the sunlight give her warmth and take away the jumpy feeling the nightmares had given her. But Gossamer would never truly escape the wrath of her bloodline. Although she tried not to remember the dreams, they just kept on flooding back to her, every detail so real as if she was reliving the moment...
------- A final sigh escaped her maw. She knew she was defeated, and always would be, but at least she led a slightly better life now in the Primer Trimestre phase. The cats were a lot nicer, that was for sure, and everyone was different from one another. Colors of one's fur and eyes did not seem to give anyone an assured place of regality in these parts, and she rather liked the idea. The touch of the sun did not exactly warm her pelt -- it was deprived of cold, and she was almost certain that whatever unseeable force that was out there was doing this. She had one considered the idea that she was paranoid, but she decided even if she was, everything was real to her.
____________[FAMILY]
MOTHER ;; shiningmist FATHER ;; nighthawk SIBLINGS ;; breezepool
____________[PASSWORD]
aurora.
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Post by f a d i n g ☪ on Jul 14, 2010 19:50:47 GMT -5
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Post by Eagleh on Jul 15, 2010 14:55:23 GMT -5
Hey Fading, welcome to ITM (: We actually have an auditions thread for ThunderClan medicine cat going on here, so you can feel to audition. Very nice bio, by the way ^^ [/blockquote]
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Post by Tangle-chan on Jul 16, 2010 10:19:49 GMT -5
My, you can type! Nice bio!
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jul 19, 2010 10:38:33 GMT -5
Since this was accepted, I'm going to move this. ^^
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Post by Eagleh on Jul 19, 2010 10:54:57 GMT -5
as a warrior for now, though. as i said, you can post this in the auditions to try for medicine cat. [/blockquote]
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