Petaltail : SummerClan

[Petaltail]

Name: Petaltail
Moons: 31
Picture:

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Gender: She-Cat
Rank: Warrior
Description:

Petaltail is obviously elegant with her posture and appearance, though not necessarily beautiful. She keeps her long fur groomed to near perfection, spending much of her time grooming herself. Her coat is an intriguing mix of calico and tabby, with her hind end mostly grey tabby with black stripes, though her undercoat of orange shows through the grey. Her front half is mostly calico with the patches of orange, the black represented in the blotches of tabby stripes that appear in some places. Her face is half calico, half tabby, mixing along the top and sides. Eyes are a medium-light olive green, and nose an obvious red.

Personality:

Quietly thoughtful, a sort of loner who likes to spend her free time sitting by the river, just watching the flow and thinking. She rarely hangs out with anyone else during her free times, preferring to sleep alone, eat alone, and groom herself. Though she's not too sociable, she will talk to other cats. If asked, she gives good advice and is a good ear for listening to problems. Though she doesn't put herself in such positions to talk with others often, she will stop to talk and socialize if someone hails her. She enjoys playing with kits, and watching apprentices learn, though she has never had any of her own - kits or apprentices. Her thoughts on having a mate are unsure - she's not personal enough to ever get close to anyone, likely.

History:

As a young kit, Petaltail was raised to be independant and rely only on her own abilities. Her mother and father, Patchpelt and Cloudfur, taught her that others will often disappoint her, and so never expect anything from anyone. Though they were slightly pessimistic views, she was still a healthy, active kit who loved to play with her siblings and listen to elders' stories. Later on in her young life, she looked forward to being an apprentice. On the exact day of her sixth moon - though such ceremonies weren't kept track of by cats - she was apprenticed to a worthy warrior who'd already had one apprentice before. He raised her to hunt and fight well, doubling her parent's views by enabling her to take care of herself. As a warrior she grew into her own views of being accessable even if distant, though her parent's teachings always stay with her.

Role Playing Example:

THe moorlands were dry, bare, offering no shelter for hunters. Personally, Petaltail didn't care. She didn't want to be out there hunting for the mousebrained rogues anyways, but seeing as they'd kill her if she didn't... Well, she had no choice. She'd rather stay alive, provide any support she could for those who had hope for a revolution, than give herself up uselessly. Her live was more of a use alive than dead... Just another star in the sky, when she could battle on the gorund.

Lazily, Petaltail dashed after a hare, overcoming it quickly and killing it. She glanced back at the camp. They would kill her if they found out... But what if she only ate a mouse? Dropping the hare, she turned and stalked towars a brush, listening for the rustling. It was the third cluster of brambles before she heard the scrabbling of a mouse. Quietly she waited, until finally, the small brown creature darted out. Quickly, she pounced forward and dispatched it, gulping the meager offering quickly.

The rogues rarely fed their 'good' warriors, prerring to make them work without supplying them with nourishment. Well, they would never know, would they? Quickly she went back and picked up the hare, and padded slowly back to camp, to feed her enemy...

Codeword: Kai

[Kaitou]

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