Post by Cross on Oct 15, 2010 19:21:06 GMT -5
CROSSPAW !
Name:
Crosskit,Crosspaw,Crosshatch
Gender:
She-cat
Current Age:
6 Moons
Personality:
To tell you the truth, Crosspaw is sadistic and loves any type of fight. She can't help but smile when she sees one, and maybe even join it. She likes the feel of her claws ripping into another animal's flesh, and the crimson blood that leaks out from the wound. But fighting isn't everything, you know. She doesn't always want to tear someone to shreds. Sometimes she just wants to be left alone, or enjoy a nice conversation.
Crosspaw can be sarcastic and mean. When she wants to be alone, it's best not to bother her. If you talk to her when she doesn't want to talk, then expect a snappish reply and a smart-mouth. She doesn't mouth off to higher ranks though. She's careful around the deputy and leader; she doesn't even go near the elders because in reality, she's sort of scared of them.
Clan:
Skyclan
Rank:
Apprentice
Eyes:
light gray
Pelt:
So you wanna know what she looks like, huh? Well, first of all, she has light brown fur, which is sort of fluffy. It’s not exactly long, and not exactly short; it’s in between. Her face is narrow, and her muzzle is not flat like her mother’s and father’s.
Her body is long and lean, perfect for running. Her legs are long, too. She has a nick in her left ear, from a fight with a rogue cat outside the Clans. Her front left paw is jet black, a trait that was passed down from her father's side. Her tail has a white tip, another trait from her father, and is average in length.
Clan Page Description;
Crosspaw; light brown she-cat with light gray eyes.
Scars:
A torn ear
|| History ||
Kit;
Crosspaw was born in Leaf-fall, the time when all cats started to prepare for the up-coming Leaf-bare. Her mother hadn't meant to become heavy with kits this early, and was fretting over the unborn children in her swollen belly. Her mother woke up in the middle of the night, panting heavily from a nightmare she had. She felt a kick in her belly, and licked her ruffled fur, a warm feeling coming over her.
Now, Crosspaw's father hadn't wanted kits. He thought they were noisy and freaks of nature, even if he had been one not long before. He loved his mate, Goldenfire, but he resented the fact that she was having kits. But when he heard her scream in pain, he rushed to her side, calling for the medicine cat.
When Crosspaw and her brother Tigerpaw were born, Goldenfire was excited, but her kits had been born early and weak. Goldenfire herself lost a lot of blood, but it wasn't enough to be fatal. Her mate, Snakeheart, felt nothing for his kits, but was worried sick about his mate. He did glance over them, and his eyes stopped on the tom. Tigerpaw was apparently born a fighter, since he was already struggling to suckle his mother. Snakeheart instantly fell in love with the kit.
When the kits were old enough to eat meat, their mother grew sick. She died after a week of an unknown cause. Snakeheart blamed his daughter, Crosskit, since she had been the last one out, and it had taken work to get her out. She was the reason for so much blood. Or at least her father said so. Tigerpaw, since his father was his role model, believed everything Snakeheart said, and therefore also blamed his sister.
Crosskit became what she called 'an outcast.' The whole Clan didn’t hate her, but being hated by your own family sort of makes you feel like you’re alone. Her father and brother hated her, but at least she knew her mother loved her. She hated that she had a resemblance to her father, and a little self-hatred bloomed in her heart. She was the reason her mother was dead after all, right?
Apprentice;
When Crosspaw and Tigerpaw were apprenticed, their father only cheered out Tigerpaw's name. Crosspaw, even though she hated her father, felt a stab of hurt go through her. Why couldn't her own father love her like he did her brother? It wasn't fair!
