Post by Cosima on Feb 27, 2018 0:54:17 GMT
Palestorm  the basics name(s) • palekit - palepaw - palestorm age • 156 moons gender • female clan • mothclan rank • elder sexuality • heterosexual the appearance face claim • x x x identifying features • strange face scent • honeysuckles, wet fur, mothballs overall appearance • palestorm is a white she-cat. she has big green eyes and many wrinkles. her fur is long and matted in places, a usual sight among elders. in her younger moons, she was very fit, but with age her toned body went to mush. she is some-what pudgy from lack of exercise. she is heavily scarred from her fighting days. the personality likes • boasting about her children/grandchildren, dislikes • noisy children, bad weather strengths • napping, eating, arguing weaknesses • very lazy, headstrong, lack of empathy quote • "MY DEAR SON IS THE LEADER OF MOTHCLAN, YOU KNOW!" overall personality • she is a highly stubborn cat, alike her son. she has little to no empathy for cats who are not related to her in any. palestorm is often boasting to her den-mates about mothstar and her grandchildren. she does not like younger cats well, but is nice to them when they take care of her. she frequently "cries wolf" and pretends to be in pain to seek attention. since her son is not afraid to punish apprentices for misbehavior, she is pleased when they are sent to clean her nest or crack her fleas. the history father • deceased, mistclan mother • deceased, mistclan siblings • unknown and deceased children • bleakbelly and mothstar, mothclan grand-children • boarspark, elkpaw, smudgepaw, heronkit, lionpaw, bristlekit, nettlekit, pricklekit, rosekit overall history • a long, long, long time ago, palestorm was born with two mistclan parents. (and by a long time ago, i mean a long time ago. this chick is ancient.) she grew up very happy and stubborn. it was known that she was a prodigy at fighting, even at her young age. she was not afraid to stand up for herself and was all bite, no bark. she didn't give anyone enough time to badmouth her before she went ahead and fought them. this led her to have many enemies and little to no friends. by the time she was a couple years old, her parents died due to natural causes. her family was dead, and she was alone. she didn't have any friends of family, so she began to lighten up. a handsome mistclan tom had caught her attention, her first love. she mooned over him for the longest time, and when she decided to announce her love to him, he rejected her. she wasn't the least heartbroken, being the arrogant cat she is. instead, her love channeled into anger and she was upset he had declined her, so she went for his best friend. they ended up becoming mates and having a litter of kittens. one of those kittens happened to be mothkit, now mothstar, the founder and leader of mothclan, the greatest clan there is. since she had mothstar and his siblings, things have been relatively uneventful, but she always dramatizes her entire life to be something out of an action movie. she claims she's fought a bear and won, but she hasn't. she's claimed she's never been sick, but she has many, many times. she encountered a two-leg monster once, it stopped right before hitting her, and didn't leave a scratch on her pelt. she's convinced the monster was afraid of her, but in all honesty, the two-leg probably just didn't want to kill her. many moons before the wildfires, her son, bleakbelly, asked her to consider that she should retire, and she said: "hah! as if!" after that, she was badly wounded from a battle and spent some in the medicine cat's den. mothstar, mothmaw at the time, easily convinced her to retire to the elder's den. "perhaps i should, my dearest son. you're such a wise son." when the camp was up in flames, she had a lot of difficulty escaping until her precious son mothstar saved her life by throwing her on his back. when her son told her he was making his own clan, she felt very proud and followed him. "wow, I have the most amazing son!" she thought. now, she spends most of her time lazing about in the elder's den. her favorite hobby is boasting to her den-mates about how grand mothstar is and how beautiful her grand-babies are! she likes to pretend to be hurt or sick so that cats will pamper her out of empathy. her memory is fading rapidly, so she sometimes addresses her other children as mothstar, her beloved son. "mom, i'm not mothstar, i'm your other son, bleakbelly. ring a bell?" "oh, the disappointment." "..." |
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