Post by hemoglobin on Jan 17, 2011 13:22:02 GMT -5
Name: Fernwind
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: She - Cat
Age: 32 moons
Description - Physical: Lithe and nimble, Fernwind is the definition of the hunter. Well-chiseled muscles ripple underneath a jacket made out a bespeckled ebony labyrinth of fur, while fierce green eyes scan every tree stump and bush for tiny critters of the night. Dainty paws conceal a pair of curved, sharp claws, strong enough even to pierce the mighty oak tree. Her kind features are ambled and pointed, giving her an advantage between toms. Her nimble body is unnaturally sleek, but her muscles keep her balanced. Her legs are extensive and hyaline with an assidous strength, which endures her vigorous body. Her tail, however, is her most powerful weapon. Not only does it stabilize her two contrasting poles (her muscles and claws), but also it allows her to jump distances few are able to reach. It has a natural size but it possesses an eccentric shape; rather than falling in her back, it swells upward and twitches in an awkward angle so when she walks, it mildly grazes her talons. Yet, when it senses trouble or an ambush, it recoils by forging a curl within her hind legs. The fur that surrounds it bristles deviantly, warning Fernwind about problems. When hunting, it moves like a serpent and does not cringe in the air, but simply hovers behind her. Because of its anatomy, the creatures may think of it as a mouse or any other animal, leaving them off guard and granting her the opportunity to slaughter them.
Her coat isn't different to the ones of other tabbies. It is ensconced with blemishes and splotches that have similar dimensions and the exact pitchblack pigment. They are smoothly tufted with a layer of a golden dye but it’s just the one emitting from her base tawny pelt. Her jacked has discerning shades of onyx and auburn, which make her look outstanding between the typical brown fur of other cats with her breed. Her stripes form lavish patterns as they twine her coat in circles, instead of surrounding it. Bunching up with her physical framework, Fernwind is a fascinating view that makes many toms wake up in dawn to admire.
Maybe the most bewitching thing about this femcat are her eyes. A couple of sparkling emerald orbs coruscate in her face, millimeters below her forehead, which is also perfectly trimmed, and in a sublime range from her muzzle. They are powerful beacons in the night, once darkness recedes upon her charming body. As I mentioned it above, her eyes are fierce, menacing, venomous. Yet, they can spot anything miles away and can catch clear glimpses of prey once it scatters in the mangle of the forest. Despite their alluring beauty, they are Fernwind's weak point for they are the only objects in herself that can reflect her fear of death. Not her death, but the death of the ones she loves. Her body is adapted to shroud the things she is terrorized of, after a life time of experiences. Her eyes have also been cursed to never reveal the blithe she savors and only illustrate her sorrow and mourn, making her seem deceitful when she's happy. Regardless that jinx, Fernwind is seductive and has the power to bind any tom in her appealing wrath, which gives her an incredible amount of power.
Description - Personality: Fernwind is an extrovert and cheerful spit-fire angel with many ideas and just not enough time and words to bring them into open. Her mind is always reeling with questions and postulations that she barely can get to sleep each night. Her quick wit and short temper have earned her many nicknames, those of which include annoying, argumentative, and smart-aleck, just to name a few. Her perks are of greater value though. Her character is strong and its designed to never show a vulnerability, the ones she fortunately lacks of. Her mind races once she's focused into something and it can never get distracted. She can have the most bizarre and astute ideas that nobody has ever thought of. She's open minded and can find a relationship between water and oil. Because of this quality she has, she barely has problems with others for she's aware of the fact that every living soul in the planet has something in common. These abilities have taken her far and have yielded her a popular rank between the other RiverClanners, which has come useful when she needs somebody to accomplish her ambitions. Fernwind has never been selfish; she shares what she has to anybody in need without bearing in mind his or her rank, appearance, or clan. Gratitude was a gift she received from her twin sister and best friend, Ravenshadow, who is currently part of RiverClan. She knows how to prize and appreciate people and does not reject others by a simple squint at his or her presence. When the going gets tough, Fernwind is there to safe the circumstance; by having the adaptness to plim trouble, she assists whoever has accidentally grasped it. Few have repaid her, which may upset her, but she knows the joviality of aiding the ones in need can not be rewarded. Yet, like every living mortal in the world, she has a gremlin, and she is far for being perfect.
Fernwind's character is impotent and audacious, to a point where she becomes arrogant and cynic. When others don't agree with her opinion, she becomes sarcastic and can only seek for hurting her opponent, mostly physiologically. She has a stern emotion for the warrior code and the rules one must follow and turns vehement with those who break them. But, despite her philosophy, she may occasionally break them to follow the desire of her heart. She's peevish and a natural perfectionist. Others doing their work wrong irritates her. She's not afraid of degrading others and is aware of how mental pain is more powerful than physical anguish. Fernwind may have a warm heart, but when it comes to afflict somebody, she does not cease until her goal is attained. Her heart can sometimes be devoured in hate and resentment which leads her to unspeakable things. Her appearance may be deceitful for she appears very innocent. But all the RiverClanners are conscious of how deadly she can be.
Fernwind is generally quiet and peaceful around her clan, yet upfront with attackers. During announcements, she remains silent and comments few. The issues of her clan are most indifferent to her and the constant gatherings of her leader disturb her tight schedule. But she is polite and does not complain. She respects the cats with higher rank than hers and has a soft side for elders and kits. Yet she can not tolerate apprentices. She had a troubled time when she was Nightpaw and the young vindicators remind her of that, something that can get her easily irritated. Either way, she does not need words to express herself, for her demeanor depicts her words. She is prudent and always knows what to say and what to detain. She is wise and treats others the same way they individually treat her. Fernwind laughs about true love and at the idea of having a mate, but deep inside, she's longing and ardent to find the tom of her dreams. However, there is something within her that is mysterious and imperceptible, something that she neglects. Its a secret that has burdened her family for a long time but that she doesn't know. And it will take all her will and character for the enigma to be discovered.
History: Fernwind's roots are clear, as well as her family. She's a pure blood, just like her ancestors, who have never relinquished the RiverClan camp. Her mother, Specklemoon, married a handsome and daring tom, Tornbreeze. Both were purebloods and they proudly had a litter of seven kits, where Fernwind was the older. She wasn't born alone, however; the day her mother gave her birth, she had been lingering on a zone near the RiverClan camp. Tornbreeze had been with her and both were astounded when the kits were born so rapidly. Nightkit was the first to be released from Specklemoon's paunches, and after her, two tiny kittens aroused. The second one had been a tom with a tuxedo jacket who would have later become Blackstripe. The third one, the frailest one of them, was a femine who'd metamorphose into Ravenshadow. Gloating with their three kittens, the couple celebrated on their way back home. But, thinking they had been stealing from RiverClan territory, a RiverClan patrol ambushed them, and in the assail, Nightkit was stolen. A month later, RiverClan, in defense, assaulted RainClan in search for the kitten. They recovered the kit, but during the quarrel, Ravenkit had eluded from her parents to find her sister herself. She got into RainClan land where she was confused as the kit of a pureblood queen who had recently given birth. A warrior took her to the nursery, where she was unable to tell who she really was. Meanwhile, in the RiverClan camp, Specklemoon and Tornbreeze were desperate to find Ravenkit. Tornbreeze decided to return to the RiverClan camp and recoup his daughter, yet, the RainClanners didn't grant him that option. There was a similar kitten that looked like her and she was taken to the river and drowned by the RiverClanners, who wanted revenge against RiverClan. Tornbreeze returned to his camp, heartbroken, announcing his daughter's death. But little did he know that she was alive and within a caring pure blood family, who was know for being the biggest blood traitors in the forest. Their parents decided to never reveal the secret to Nightkit or Blackkit, knowing it would probably traumatize them.
Nightkit later became Nightpaw, who grew up with her brother, Blackpaw. Their names were similar, and so were their physical appearances. But they hated each other. Maybe it was a fraternal hate, the one every sibling has. Or maybe it was a woeful hate, which traitors and enemies have. But, you could not see them together without hearing blades retounding after their claws slashed. They fought for everything the could. They competed to be the best and to have the biggest mouse on the fresh kill pile. Nightpaw never found sympathy in her brother, and neither did he. After arduous training, both became warriors on the same month of their first gathering. They were invited but Fernwind didn't know it would change her life forever.
Paralelly, Ravenpaw also became a warrior. She arrived to the gathering as gorgeous as she always appeared. She meet Fernwind and both became inseparable friends. Every gathering they would meet in Fourtrees and share their clan's news. They felt like sisters and they didn't know they were twins. Ravenshadow also met Blackstripe, and he also liked her. It was amazing how the three became so close and how their friendship broke the boundaries of their rival clans. Specklemoon and Tornbreeze met Ravenshadow and they could not understand how familiar she seemed to them. They once even thought of the possibility of Ravenshadow being their lost daughter. But of course, they couldn't reveal that secret to their children. And by doing so, they don't know how much conflicts they are creating.
Ravenshadow, like any other, has had a past of her own. Her two colleagues, Phantomshadow and Toadheart, were murdered. Rummors traveled around the forest about they killing each other for her heart. But after other similar deaths, RiverClanners are thinking a demon was to be blamed. The creature that killed them hasn't been discovered and it may want revenge. Will Fernwind and Blackstripe ever find out their lost sister is alive? Or will the gruesome animal perish her life without the subtlety to be solved?
IC: An obscure blemish was protruding from a rummage of gruesome vines. They were morassed together and shrouded everything from view. In spite of the mayhem the weeds panoplied, they imperceptibly twinged to concede the duskish smudge admission to the clearing. But they were so embroiled that the squirm wasn’t enough. The Stygian patch gruelingly eschewed and as it did so, so did the shrews. Finally, the clearing was visible to her eyes and as the moon’s beacons eclipsed the meadow, the splotch took the shape of a feline who had a burnished and ample scheme. Her immense shoulders flaunted vigor and power, in contrast with her abounding bruises, which didn’t seem to discard the chaotic slough of the femcat. However, her auroral malachite eyes yielded with such ferociousness they concealed her abrasions. Fernwind, the young RiverClanner, flinged a sigh and began to meander around the place, besieging the thorns and brambles that had ambushed her groomed coat. The sprouts weren’t the only ones to be reproached, since the fox that had assailed her had created most of her wounds. But she was still alive, and despite her lesions, she felt great. Fernwind leaned and slanged a waft. Even though she had slaughtered the animal, its bouquet kept overwhelming her nose trills. She decided to think in her brother, Blackstripe, and her best friend, Ravenshadow. Their picture always pacified her pain.
