Post by Kin on Apr 3, 2013 9:58:12 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=border,0,bTable][cs=2][classy=charname]starlingflower[/classy] | |
| [atrb=style, width:105px; height:365px; overflow:hidden;][classy=stattop]clan[/classy][classy=statbottom]river[/classy] [classy=stattop]rank[/classy][classy=statbottom]warrior[/classy] [classy=stattop]age[/classy][classy=statbottom]thirty moons[/classy] [classy=stattop]gender[/classy][classy=statbottom]female[/classy] [classy=stattop]sexuality[/classy][classy=statbottom]bisexual[/classy] | [atrb=style, width:345px; height:365px; overflow:hidden; padding:2px;][style=margin-top:-18px;][classy=infotop]appearance[/classy][classy=appbottom]beautiful black and white she-cat with golden eyes[/classy] [classy=infotop]personality[/classy][classy=infobottom]This she-cat oozes confidence from every pore. She knows exactly who and what she is, and is content with that knowledge. In fact, it's only on her bad days that Starlingflower is simply confident. On a decent day, the black and white warrior is cocky as all get out, believing that she's one of RiverClan's finest- after all, who wouldn't, looking at that fine feline specimen? A side effect of her cockiness is a flirtatiousness. She enjoys the bantering, the subtext, the quick mental reflexes needed for a good comeback. Starlingflower would never be able to form a lasting relationship with a tom who couldn't provide her with witty, flirtatious banter. Only her former mentor, Kestrelfang, knows why she finds flirting fun. Her mind is sharper than her claws and fangs, and anything that requires her to think on the fly gives it much-needed exercise. Hunting, therefore, is much more satisfying than battle. And not just because it involves more thinking; combat led to bloodied pelts, death, or worse- scars! No, her time is much better spent outsmarting prey and dancing with words. As an apprentice, before she discovered that the opposite sex had any appeal, Starlingpaw was a notorious prankster, infamous for devising traps that captured senior warriors as well as fellow apprentices. But, as always, it was for the challenge a good prank presented- and further, the challenge presented by getting away with it. Starlingflower is lucky that she's able to focus long enough to flirt or catch a frog. Her attention span is frightfully short if she's not invested in its focus. She's constantly zoning out during Clan meetings, bobbing her head in time to the rhythm of Shadestar's meow. It flits from subject to subject, never alighting for long. However, it is not as though she is unable to concentrate. Quite the contrary! The she-cat can easily focus, she just becomes bored easily, her attention mercurial. And oh, how she can charm a cat! Starlingflower is all easy smiles and honey-smooth meows. She has very few enemies, and even fewer in RiverClan. Her friends, on the other paw, are quite numerous, with many more acquaintances. If she senses that a cat is made uncomfortable by flirting, Starlingflower instantly stops. The warrior is friendly by nature, though, so she cannot help but be drawn to interact with others.[/classy] [classy=infotop]history[/classy][classy=infobottom]Starlingkit's parents never paid very much attention to her. Her mother Blacktail was more concerned with the state of her pelt and the slight softening of muscle that had occurred during her late pregnancy and queen moons. She was vainer than her daughter ever was, and had a habit of ignoring her daughter in favor of grooming herself. So Starlingkit reacted by stealing her mother's attention back the only way she could think of. She tossed bits of moss into her mother's white-flecked fur and draped sticks over her flanks. The little kit even created a few rudimentary traps for Blacktail. Every time she was caught, Starlingkit was too busy basking in her mother's attention to care that she was being scolded. Her father Icefang had died a moon before her birth of greencough, a late case for the season. With no cat daring to remind her of her duties, Blacktail let the other queens raise Starlingkit. But that was okay by the little she-kit, because she had made a friend who did pay attention to her, who would play with her and help her prank cats. Starlingkit loved playing with her friend, and happily made room for him in her nest whenever he wanted to sleep next to her. She sat outside the nursery during Kitekit's apprentice ceremony, yowling his name at the top of her lungs. The lesson that she could get the attention she wanted through pranks lasted about halfway through her apprenticeship. Starlingpaw was caught less than half the time she pranked others, usually because she worked alone. Kitepaw would sometimes request to join her, but she refused, to keep her dear friend out of trouble. They were almost always together when not training, their nests shoved together in the apprentice den, and the she-cat didn't want to get him in trouble by association. When Kitepaw's sister died, she sat with him while his family kept vigil, pressed against his side in an attempt to comfort him. Her presence seemed to help, and when Kitepaw's warrior ceremony rolled around, she made sure to sit at the front of the crowd and yowl his new name as loudly as she could. Starlingpaw couldn't wait to join her friend, and increased her pranking frequency in an attempt to pass the time more quickly. Her mentor Kestrelfang accidentally diverted her attention from her established hobby. She began to notice the curve of his powerful muscles in a new light, to understand what the older she-cats meant when they murmured of his virile appearance. Tentatively, she began to sound out this new perception with male apprentices. They responded in kind, and Starlingpaw learned to flirt. She took advantage of it right away, wriggling out of or passing off duties. Kestrelfang mopped up her messes and made sure she did as ordered. Shortly after grasping the concept of flirting, Starlingpaw realized she was beautiful- more beautiful than her mother. The part of her that still craved her mother's attention died that day. Finally, after six long moons of training, Starlingpaw was granted her warrior name. Starlingflower. The Clan's cries shook the tree limbs bowing over the island when they called her warrior name. But the one cat whose voice she strained her ears for never chanted her name. He didn't sit at the front, proud and grinning at her like she'd thought he would be. Kiteswoop sat at the back of the crowd and remained silent. It hurt to see her dear friend so clearly drawn away from her, and so she took the rejection to heart, throwing herself into her flirtations. Her nest was set up near her former mentor's and a few of her fellow new warriors, and she slept with her back to Kiteswoop's nest. No matter how she missed him, the hurt and betrayal she felt from his snubbing was worse, and so Starlingflower has refused to even think of making up with Kiteswoop. Childish? Perhaps, but clinging to that mindset is all that prevents her from allowing her hurt and sadness at the loss of the friendship to be seen.[/classy] |
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