Post by {.Shyler.} on Jul 20, 2008 11:09:00 GMT -5
Name
Fernstipe and Thornkit ; TimberClan Queen and Kit Claim
Age
Thirty-two Moons and Two Moons
Gender
She-cat and Tom
Desired Rank
Queen and Kit
Desired Position
TimberClan
Apprentice/Mentor
None For Both
Mate/Crush
None For Both
Kin
Fernstripe- Thornkit;Son Hawk-kit;Son;Dead
Thornkit- Fernstripe;Mother Hawkfire;Father;Dead Hawk-kit;Brother;Dead
Short Description
Fernstripe is a grey and black tabby, while Thornkit is a brown cat, with darker brown spots.
Appearance
Fernstripe is a large she-cat. Her big paws make it easier for her not to stumble, and be clumsy. Because of this, she can make harder blows, while fighting, then she can catch more prey when hunting. Though her hunting skills are a little less what other cats are, her fighting skills are excellent, and she is known best for them. She can easily keep her balance while fighting, which proves as another up-side to her largeness.
Her pelt is really long, proving to be something not so good, when she's wondering around in the forest. She can easily get twigs, leaves, and even dirt stuck in her long pelt. From her chest to the end of her belly, she is white. Also the tip of her tail, tip of her ears, her paws, and the bridge of her nose are white. The rest of her is a dark grey, with black stripes all over her body, other then her white spots.
Fernstripes eyes can tell her whole personality, when she shows it, anyways. Most of the time, Fernstripe hides behind a mask. Meaning she won't show any emotion at all, even toward her kit, Thornkit, who tries desperately to get her affection, like most kits want. Though she sees that she's doing nothing wrong, she is letting down Thornkit, and he tries harder and harder for her to pay attention to him. To show some type of worry, love, or even anger. As for the color, they are a greenish grey.
Thornkit is a normal size for a tom at the age of two moons. He is clumsy on his paws, and often falls to the nursery floor. Though he tries not to do so, so that he can gain his mothers pride in him, it never works, and he always falls.
As for his pelt, it is short, like his fathers, and brown. He has darker brown spots here and there. The tip of his tail, like his mothers, is white, and his two front paws are white also. Because he started wondering around the nursery at an early age, he has scars from when he fell, on his shoulder, flank, and even his ears, making him look like hes been in multiple fights.
Thornkit's amber eyes hold sadness in them, as he can never get his mother to be happy for him, proud of him, or even show her love for him. It seems that most of the time he watches his mother, instead of playing like the other kits do.
Personality
Fernstripes personality is slightly odd. While she hides behind her mask almost all the time, the she-cat is very distant, and reserved. She usually doesn't talk to anyone, and will dismiss them with a flick of her tail, to show she's not listening, even if her leader is talking.
She acts like most cats aren't there, including her own kit, Thornkit. She seems to ignore him more and more often, as the days go by. She doesn't think she's doing anything wrong, but now, even though her kit is young, she'll leave and go into the forest, and not come back until moonhigh.
Thornkit tries desperately to get his mothers attention. He even gets himself hurt at times, trying to accomplish this, yet it never happens. He'll cry and whine, yet his mother pays him no attention, unless it's to shut him up. He hardly plays with other kits, as he is to busy trying to get his mother to notice him, even if she's angry at him.
When Thornkit noticed that she was paying less and less attention to him, he would cry, wail, yowl, anything to get her attention. He would even let his claws out, and bat her shoulder or ear. When she would leave until moonhigh, Thornkit would go hungry, refusing any queen who was nice enough to offer him milk.
History
Fernstripe came from LabrynthClan, but ran away to be with Hawkfire, when he was still Hawkpaw, and she was Fernpaw. While they were in TimberClan, she was named Fernstripe, and he Hawkfire. But when they were going to run away from TimberClan to be rogues, Hawkfire was attacked by rats, leaving Fernstripe alone, already carrying his kits.
She returned to TimberClan, and gave birth to two kits. One, she named Hawk-kit. The other was Thornkit. Hawk-kit, however, died of greencough, and she was left with Thornkit.
Thornkit was born along side with Hawk-kit. Once they were a whole moon old, Hawk-kit came down with greencough, and they caught it too late for the kit to be saved, so Thornkit was left alone with Fernstripe.
He noticed that his mother was paying less and less attention to him, and growing colder and colder toward other cats. By this time, he tried everything he could, but the she-cat wouldn't snap out of it.
She had lost Hawkfire, and Hawk-kit, all in the same moon, and it had been too much for her. Though Thornkit, being so young, couldn't be expected to understand this, and thought that his mother hated him, so he tried harder and harder to make her proud of him, often getting himself hurt.
IC
The moons light came through the den. Thornkit, who was thought to be asleep, watched the figure of his mother pad slowly into the den, and lay by the entrance, far away from her kit. Thornkit sniffed slightly. Why was his mother like this? Did she hate him?
The small tom got up and padded toward his mother on unsteady legs. "Fernstripe?" he asked. The she-cat flicked her tail, meaning she wouldn't talk to him. He sighed and got as close to his mother as he could, and laid down. The she-cat didn't do anything. She didn't shift to a position to keep her kit as warm as possible, she didn't move to make him more comfortable, she didn't even look at him.
This was as good as it got for the kit. His mother would ignore him, but at least he could be close to her. He gave a long yawn, and placed his head on his paws, snuggling up to his mother, who was still looking outside, up at the moon. The kit slowly fell asleep, with dreams of it being a warm day, and he and his mother were playing outside the nursery. Dreams that he would never admit that he knew would never come true.
Other
Nothing, really. Tell me if I must add anything.
