Post by flyaway on Apr 11, 2013 23:34:13 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=border,0,bTable][cs=2][classy=charname]minnowleap[/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]18 moons[/classy] [classy=stattop]gender[/classy][classy=statbottom] female[/classy] [classy=stattop]sexuality[/classy][classy=statbottom]heterosexual[/classy] | [atrb=style, width:345px; height:365px; overflow:hidden; padding:2px;][style=margin-top:-18px;][classy=infotop]appearance[/classy][classy=appbottom]a petite white and gray tabby with green eyes CLICK[/classy] [classy=infotop]personality[/classy][classy=infobottom]Minnowleap is very complex. She does her best to be exactly like her sister, Peregrinecry, was. However, the two sisters are very different. Minnowleap often feels like she should be everything Peregrinecry was, and so she tries to be calm and confident and tranquil. Most often, she fails. She has a lot more fiery nature than Peregrinecry. Where Peregrinecry kept her thoughts and feelings to herself, Minnowleap is unafraid to speak them. When she first encounters someone new, alone, she is very shy and can be suspicious. Once she makes a solid friend or two, she is much more calm. She has a light-hearted teasing nature and loves a good joke. She can be sarcastic, but only in a joking manner. Minnowleap feels like she should be a replacement for Peregrinecry. She feels that because of her sister’s lingering memory, she can’t be individual. She fears always being “the sister” and never herself, but also of never being as good as her sister. She lives in her sister’s shadow. She gets distracted easily and has a curious nature. She often gets a lot of crushes, but doesn’t really “fall in love”. She lives for the moment and simply wants to rid herself of her guilt over losing her sister. She doesn’t like to speak of her family members. Though solitary, Minnowleap is not antisocial. She has an intellectual nature and tends to appear to be standoffish and awkward. She prides herself on being scholarly, and is very against stereotypical ideals of beauty. It all reminds her of Peregrinecry. When it comes to making bonds with others, she has no trouble with simple conversation. However, it takes a lot for her to reveal any personal information and she will often sidestep such questions. She has a general aura of mystery and silence.[/classy] [classy=infotop]history[/classy][classy=infobottom]Minnowleap was born Minnowkit, daughter of Riverclan warriors Littlepoppy and Troutnose. Littlepoppy and Troutnose both came from long lines of at least mostly-pure Riverclan blood. They were clan born and bred, and were proud to supply their clan with a future generation of warriors. Minnowkit, and her brother Salmonkit, were not Littlepoppy and Troutnose’s first litter. A little over a full cycle of seasons before Minnowkit was born, Littlepoppy had given birth to a single living she-kit (two other kittens having been stillborn). This kitten had been christened Peregrinekit, and was doted upon by the desperate parents. Peregrinekit had grown to be a beautiful young she-cat. She was sociable, well-loved and witty. She’d excelled in her training as an apprentice, and had promptly earned her warrior name of Peregrinecry during her twelfth moon. Peregrinecry, never having grown up with siblings, took particular interest in this new litter – most particularly, her little sister Minnowkit. And Minnowkit, for her part, doted on Peregrinecry. Minnowkit spent many afternoons tottering through the camp, simply following Peregrinecry on whatever tasks were at hand. Minnowkit sat patiently with the elders as Peregrinecry dabbed bile on their ticks. She sat wide-eyed as her sister told apprentices of tales of her own youth. Peregrinecry was uniquely well-loved by the clan. Every free male had come courting her at some point. She was, in the simplest of forms, pure perfection. Minnowkit did her best to emulate her sister. She spent hours watching, copying her movements and mannerisms. She swore that someday the clan would look at her with as much love and admiration as they did for Peregrinecry. Time passed. Minnowkit was apprenticed and earned her name of Minnowpaw. However, shortly after her apprenticeship, the clan’s deputy retired. Old age had begun to rob him of his wit, and he found himself no longer able to serve the clan the way that was necessary. Shadestar, still a young leader, rose up – proclaiming Peregrinecry as her new deputy. Minnowkit had never felt more proud. Littlepoppy and Troutnose doted on their daughter, pride in their eyes. Peregrinecry, simply, could do no wrong. Minnowpaw had countless conversations, heard countless times of how lucky she was, how perfect her sister was, that perhaps someday she could be like Peregrinecry. And Minnowpaw dreamed of nothing else. Minnowpaw was nearly half-way through her training. Her mentor was pleased with her progress, assured her that she showed almost as much promise as her sister had. And on an early spring morning, after the dawn patrol returned and the sun was settling in the sky, Minnowpaw sat at the camp entrance waiting for Peregrinecry to return. She intended to show her older sister her stalking, which had massively improved. When by nightfall, Peregrinecry still hadn’t returned, a search party was sent out. Minnowpaw remained by the camp entrance, determined to be the first to greet her sister when she returned. The patrol returned with Peregrinecry, though her body was limp and broken. Matted blood stained her beautiful fur, clumped around her skull. The patrol carried her body, laid it in the clearing. Her fur was still sodden from the river. Every able member of the clan sat vigil that night. Minnowpaw’s mother screamed until her voice was gone. Peregrinecry had drowned, caught in a current and bashed against a boulder. Minnowpaw remained at her sister’s side until her body was carried away for burial. The camp fell into deep mourning. A new deputy rose. Camp life returned to normal. But Littlepoppy and Troutnose moved like ghosts, with hollow eyes and grief heavy in their bones. Minnowpaw began catching stares. Each gaze that caught her was filled with pain. Eventually it was muttered, mournfully, that she reminded them so much of Peregrinecry. Yet Minnowpaw wasn’t her sister, could never be the vibrant life they all missed. Minnowpaw gained her warrior name of Minnowleap. Her parents largely avoided her, the grief too much to handle. Some of Peregrinecry’s closest friends floated near Minnowleap, hoping to find something of the she-cat they had lost in her sister. Minnowleap became a shadow, a living remnant of her sister. She has spent every moon of her life trying to live up to the image, trying to live up to what they all have lost. Yet she knows, in her heart, she is no replacement. [/classy] |
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