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Post by Ratfur on Jan 24, 2016 16:51:25 GMT
Name: Ratfur [ formerly - Ratpaw | Ratkit ]
Gender: Female
Clan: GaleClan
Position: Warrior
Mate: [ n | a ]
Children: [ n | a ]
Personality: Ratfur is renown for her willingness to boast of her clan's ability to thrive within their territory. She was raised to be a firm believer of Flightclan, molded from birth - alongside her siblings - to prove that both she and her fellows are worthy of serving GaleClan. She has a very militant mindset, and prefers that the clan remains disciplined and well-informed. Intensely loyal to her ancestors and unwilling to stray from the warrior's code the she-cat can be considered dogmatic and even patronizing. She prefers order and believes firmly that a leader and deputy should maintain a proper control over their respective clan. After all, order differentiates them from the common rogue. She is unsurprisingly honest, brutally so, and does not fear retaliation in exchange for speaking the truth. Her courageousness gives way to recklessness on occasion, for she often times tosses herself into battle if her clan is at risk. Ratfur cherishes both young and old, but favors the elders, the apprentices and kittens - yet she remains altogether firm with them if she must. Ratfur isn't terribly friendly - she is actually somewhat awkward when socializing casually and prefers to avoid it. Favoring solitude whenever granted time to herself, one will take notice to her desire to indulge in sky gazing.
History: Ratfur was raised like any other kit within her clan. Her mother and father were very traditional cats, and were quite strict as a result. They urged their kits to develop a sense of maturity and self control at a young age. An obedient she-cat at a young age, she listened to whatever they had to say and took it to heart. She feared rejection and was considerably quiet as a kit. She didn't play often and usually invested time toward observing the sky and the stars that twinkled and shimmered high above. Ratfur would identify shapes and identify the biggest star and even track its movement. When she reached the status as an apprentice, she took to combat fairy quickly yet was notably lackluster when it came to hunting. Working hard to improve, she managed to succeed in eventually gaining the title of warrior. She loathed it, at first. She felt inadequate, yet her mother urged her to improved - to aim for something. The seasons came and went, resulting in her improvement and showcasing both her willingness to serve and fight for her clan.
RP example:
"I remember when I was a kit. It was sometime ago, actually."
The she-cat stretched, resting somewhat stiffly against the cool grass. The season of spring had come about, enriching the earth and introducing a bounty of prey to all of the clans. Her belly was round now, filled with the flesh of rabbit. There were several elders here, and they had invited her to share tongues with them. She had been hesitant at first, but she felt her resolve falter as they insisted.
"I still had my ear intact, then. Could walk properly, too," the elder tom grunted. "It was a good time to be a warrior."
"I'm sure it was," Ratfur replied.
She sounded somewhat uncertain, as though she had no idea how to properly reply to such a statement. The elder's eyes twinkled with amusement.
"Relax, young warrior. You've nothing to worry for here. I won't claw your ears off."
"Ah - yes," she said, tail flicking to the side. "Was anything different from when you were a kitten?"
"Hm. Let's see."
The tom paused for a moment, considering his past and the present both.
"No. And I'm happy for it. We were always bound by tradition, Ratfur."
"That's good to hear, elder. I - I must go. It was nice speaking with you."
"Come again when you've the time. Young ones such as yourself rarely visit nowadays. Hm. Actually, I think that's what was different.
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