Post by foot on Oct 22, 2019 20:56:08 GMT
Wormwhisker!
Female, Mothclan Warrior.
Currently aged at 27 moons old
Bisexual, single, and not actively looking for a mate at the time.
Genotype- (??)
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Wormwhisker is a petite-bodied female with a pelt dashed with black and gold. A soft, tortoiseshell pelt adorns her body, predominantly black and gold, as noted, although she is still tinged with white in certain different areas of her body. Her fur is short in its length and soft to the touch, often kept neat in appearance although when busy, it’s not uncommon to see it sticking up in some spots. Striking yellow-gold eyes adorn her features, wide and aware of her surrounding around her; her tail is average length, but thin and sleek alongside her pelt. As stated, Wormwhisker is rather petite in size. Not quite bred for the battlefield, she finds her strength in stealth and the softness of her steps, hunting and tracking prey through her clan’s respectful lands.
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Wormwhisker finds herself to be along the lines of a kind clanmate, caring for her friends and family and loved ones around her. Hunting for her clan often consumes most of her focus, although it wouldn’t be uncommon to see her frequenting bringing back feathers or interesting things for the clan. While not particularly rude, persay, she may have an interesting sense of sarcasm at specific circumstances, and yet, a no-nonsense policy should the time arise for that to be donned. Wormwhisker will defend her clan until the test of time, and typically carries with her a strong distaste towards those not born into the clan, and for loners, kittypets, and rogues as a whole; she is quick to distrust what they speak, and can be stubbornly hotheaded within any potential interaction with their type.
To Wormwhisker, numbers mean a great deal in the sense that more food to feed bellies, more claws to defend Mothclan’s land, more of any good thing couldn’t be bad, no? Perhaps sometimes Wormwhisker can find herself deeply caught up in the numbers of things that she overlooks the simplicity of the whole. Strength in numbers stands true for her outlook on particular issues, mirrored slightly by the physical inability for her to particularly hold her own within the midst of physical battle. Small and petite, she is light footed on her feet, but a strike from her claws? She’d find herself typically bested in a battle of brute strength. She’d rather come from a wordly approach, using her tongue as a weapon.
Outside of this all and being rather quick to judge, the femme truly has a big old heart within her chest. As stated before, she might often find herself bringing back feathers and such objects for the kits of the clan, if only to further disguise the rather kit-like fascination she herself finds with feathers and unique looking rocks and perhaps anything shiny that she might find herself stumbling upon one day. Wormwhisker is also rather claustrophobic, and hates the feeling of tight spaces around her or crowded in areas full of cats, and die to this, she often finds herself distancing herself from a group and rather tagging along with a solo individual at a time, or a small, unnerving group. She has a taste for being up high, and a love for the snow.
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Born into Mothclan by her parents and siblings, Wormwhisker grew up with a pretty basic life, training herself to be a warrior and serve her clan the absolute best that she could. During the events that drove the clan out of their lands for a time, Wormwhisker typically stuck to herself and her clanmates, rather too prideful to get over her prejudice for the felines of the other clans. Happy to be back within their home once more, however, the femme continues her duties as a warrior to the best of her absolute abilities.