raccoonwhisker :// our sky fell down tonight

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Name:

Raccoonwhisker

Gender:

She-cat

Current Age:

18 Moons

Personality:

Raccoonwhisker's personality is straight and to the point, or so it appears to those around her. She's secretive, snappy, and overall a rather moody cat. One will rarely ever find Raccoonwhisker 'happy'. And with her, I use that word extremely loosely. On the other hand, one will also very rarely find her upset or sad. The mask she wears, she wears well. You could say her name fits in more ways than one.

Raccoonwhisker has a temperament that many do not appreciate coming into contact with. She spits insults and orders like her life depends on it, all the time. Many feel she doesn't even have a real heart, for what cat with compassion could snap at a kit? Raccoonwhisker could, and does. She is not a fan of loving openly, and believes that any cat that really wants to pave their way to leadership should not have such emotions visible, and should try to ignore them all together if possible.

Raccoonwhisker, however, is not as bulletproof as she appears. She holds weakness in her fears, and though her range of them is small, a part of her is always dwelling on them. She is scared of loss. Raccoonwhisker lost so much throughout her life, and therefore she tries to stay away from caring for anyone truly. Everyone she'd ever cared for, aside from her only living sister, had died a painful death. She also fears love. Love, not the emotion itself, but the attachment that comes with it. She fears being that complacent to one person alone. Raccoonwhisker is possibly one of the hardest cats to get to fall in love, which fits in fine with her dream to be leader.

Raccoonwhisker has a pretty high pain tolerance level, emotionally. She's been through more than most cats, and is able to handle most anything with a stone cold reaction. She is capable of handling physical abuse as well, but she has been known to hide it much less efficiently. You can normally always tell when Raccoonwhisker's trying to hide a gash, scratch, or thorn in her paw.

Raccoonwhisker has always had a belief in StarClan, to a degree. Her faith has faltered from time to time, mostly when she's thinking about her family. How could StarClan, if they were so good, take them away from her? But she was also able to flip the coin from the tarnished side, to the comforting thoughts of her kins life among the stars. They were together, happy, and looking down on her. A part of the she-cat only clings to her beliefs for that thought, for the hope that the deceased really are safe and proud of the cat she's always strived to become.

Raccoonwhisker is not by any means the most popular cat in the clan. Many frown upon her, though some others look up to her skills. However, there's probably not a single cat that's met her that's approved of her attitude toward those around her. There's always some nasty words when she's brought up in a conversation, usually silenced by Raccoonwhisker herself.

Raccoonwhisker rarely has time to, or feel the need to harp on what things she prefers most. She's not very picky, she takes what she can get and works with it. Raccoonwhisker's partial to desert hares, but the she-cat is not one to complain when she has to eat a fish. She's adaptable, and it's a nice attribute to hold.

Overall, Raccoonwhisker has a very 'it's my way or no way at all' personality. She's demanding, mean, sharp-tongued, and bitter to virtually everyone. Not many can get inside her head, but once you've done so, she is extremely loyal, though she may never show it. She is not in any way soft spoken or sweet, and even if she loved a cat with all her heart, that would probably never change. A part of her will always reside in her home clan, but she will always try her hardest to make the best of where she's at.

Clan:

RiverClan

Rank:

Warrior

Eyes:

Raccoonwhisker's eyes are absolutely stunning. Though having the tendency to strike fear into those she casts it upon, her gaze is undoubtedly beautiful. Her hues are the most gorgeous shade of honey, and although her stare is usually stone cold, when content, anyone could see the softness in them, and it's enough to melt anyone's heart. Her eyes are flecked with darker honey as well, though usually it's the brighter spots that are most outstanding when put in comparison with others.

Pelt:

Raccoonwhisker's pelt is oddly sophisticated, unique in it's own way. You'll never find another cat that looks just like her, that's for sure. She could certainly leave jealous she-cats in her wake, if she were to try.

Her velvety fur is a dark cinnamon, quite possibly the most uncommon color for cats, much less her mask, and very defined raccoon-like patterns. Her tail is ringed with a darker chocolaty brown, as with all of her markings aside from the white portion of her face. She has a large tabby stripe down her back, and a few faintly line her face and strike through her mask, though hardly visible unless under close inspection. They fade out to her smooth base color quickly. Her back is also lined with little straying spot-like marks, aligned perfectly with her stripe. Her flanks and stomach are bare as well. Raccoonwhisker's fur is short, but silky smooth, comparable to velvet at the very least. For the few cats that are privileged enough to brush pelts with her, it's a pleasant experience. Not coarse or rough at all.

Raccoonwhisker's frame is rather petite. She's barely the size of an apprentice - maybe 14 moons old. If not for her air of authority, some might mistake her for a younger cat. Anyone who does ought to watch what they say to her - she's quicker than nearly any cat in the clan. Very few can keep up with her - and her body structure allows her this advantage. Because of her tiny size, she can dodge things easily, and slip through areas that most experienced warriors could not tread.

Raccoonwhisker doesn't resemble any of her siblings or parents to a tee, but because of her obscured history, nobody really knows where her pelt came from. The only similiarities between her parents and herself is the white of her mask, and her eyes carry the same honey-colored hue as her mothers.

Raccoonwhisker's legs are long compared to her body size in general, but when put up to a regular sized warrior, they pale in comparison. They also hold a bit of her darker tabby stripes, though they, like the ones on her face, are barely visible unless under a very sharp eye. Her paws are small and dainty, though they house claws that could rip through flesh and fur alike. They are razor sharp, and if you value your ears, it's best to stay away from them.

Raccoonwhisker is unnaturally stealthy, thanks to both her sneaky attitude and her coat. She blends with shadows well, but in the sunlight, her pelt stands out like a crow in a flock of pigeons. She tends to stick to the night for said reason, and is always the clans first choice for a spy, when it is needed, which certainly isn't too often. She's also an amazing eavesdropper, and is looked over often when in a crowd.

Raccoonwhisker's facial structure isn't very sharp in it's curves - her head is rounded and considered a favorable shape among the average cat. Her features overall have a soft look, but the personality of the she-cat surely makes them seem out of place. Her teeth are razor sharp, and pearly white, ready to dig into the flesh of both predator and prey. The mouth that covers said teeth is only visible as a small, black line, in which many fear the words it spits.

Raccoonwhisker's minor features, such as her tail, for example, are although trivial, important in her structure as a cat. Said tail is long and ringed with chocolate brown rings, much like the color of her mask, if not identical. Her ears are the perfect size for her head shape, making her look very proportional, even for her size. Another difference between her and the average apprentice of her frame - She doesn't have anything to grow into. Everything is perfectly in it's place.

Clan Page Description;

Raccoonwhisker; Small-statured cinnamon-brown she-cat with a classical mask of white and chocolate brown, like that of a raccoon ; deep honey-gold eyes

|| History ||

mother : crossedpath
father : quickstep
siblings : strickensoul (sister) & hibiscuskit (sister) & halcyonkit (brother) & poinsettiakit (sister)

Kit;

Raccoonkit was born to Crossedpath and Quickstep. Her mother, a blue and white tabby with the most beautiful personality, suffered from slight brain damage because of an accident during her apprenticeship. Her father had nursed the she-cat back to health, seeing her true potential. She barely made it to a warrior before receiving news that she was pregnant with the white toms kits. She was so proud, even in her perpetually slightly confused state, to be a mother. She had continued hunting and providing for her clan to the best of her abilities, even while carrying a litter of five. The one fateful night she began getting labor pangs, a flurry of cats gathered in the nursery, not knowing how it would go, what with her mental incapability. But the she-cat was persistent, and was willing to do anything to make sure her kits were alive and healthy. And she paid the price for that - A mere few minutes after giving birth to Raccoonkit, the runt of the litter, she laid her head down and closed her eyes, slipping into a sleep she would never again awaken from. It tore poor Quickstep to pieces, the whole thing a tragedy. Most of the clan wondered if he was going insane by the time the kits were apprentices. But he stayed with the clan, not for the clan itself, but for the kits in which he loved more than anything, aside from their deceased mother. By the time Raccoonkit was able to walk and talk, she had already began taking on her rebellious personality, not trusting anyone, though she was at least a little partial to Strickenkit - She stayed out of the way. Aside from her sister, though, she really had no preference among her siblings or any of the other kits in the nursery. She disliked them all equally. Their foolish games annoyed her - shouldn't they be focusing on becoming apprentices, not doing things as trivial as chasing butterflies? The age of childish delights never really took hold of the she-cat like it would a normal kit. But Raccoonkit was never normal. She was always the one in the corner, watching on with eyes of cold stone, waiting for someone to trip up so she could jump in and criticize them. Kithood sailed by slowly for the she-cat, she was counting the days until she was six moons, so she could finally serve her clan and make her mother proud.

Apprentice;

Raccoonpaw's personality was very much like that of her as a kit, by the time she was named an apprentice. She got her name before her siblings, which always made her feel more confident on her journey to being the greatest warrior she could be. Although she was slightly more social, it was only with the warriors, and her mentor. She refused to really take part in the always silly apprentice duties, such as clearing out the elders nests. She was distrusting, fiercely loyal to her clan, and always curious about the past, which lead her to becoming great companions with her father. He told her of her mother, and how beautiful and resiliant she was, even in the darkest hour. He told her of the accident, of her hallucinations, of the nightmare that he had saved Crossedpath from that probably saved her life in the end, or at least bought her a little more time to fulfill her dream of becoming a warrior, even if she could never become a deputy or leader like she had always wanted.

Warrior/Med Cat/MCA;

As a warrior, Raccoonwhisker held true to herself. She was snippy, quick to retort, and always the first to argue the decisions of those around her. She resided in WiltingClan as peacefully as she could for just a few moons, before the jackals came. The dogs tore through her camp, and took many lives. Queens, kits, any living creatures they could get their dirty paws on. They had no sense of mercy. Raccoonwhisker came out of the battle better than most, but she and Strickensoul were the only two of their broken family to survive. She had seen her home covered in spilled blood, watched her leader get dragged off in the mouth of a dog, and her siblings and father had been murdered right before her eyes. The loss broke Raccoonwhisker's already fragmented heart further, and the she-cats stone cold persona escalated. She hid inside herself, and everyone only feared her further. The wind still carried scents of her siblings, the desert still called out their names at night. The land haunted her memory, and she could hardly bare to sleep in a den that once housed her kin. She grew away from Strickensoul, in this time, but her mind shouted at her to grow closer. This of course, came to bite her later on. Raccoonwhisker finally had one too many nightmares in her broken sleep, and ran. She ran as fast as she could, leaving her sister, her clan, everything she had ever known. She wanted to bring Strickensoul, but she didn't know where she was going, what life held for her beyond that border, and she didn't want to drag her into the unknown. Raccoonwhisker stumbled across a RiverClan patrol, and was taken in. Many were surprised and suspicious of her loner status and strange scent, but others witnessed her fighting abilities, and were willing to put up with her sharp tongue for them.

[Aroura]

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