Post by hedge on Dec 16, 2014 18:59:53 GMT -5
Dewspots
need to know
»clan: Thunderclan
» age: 45 Moons
» gender: Female
» rank: Warrior
» status: Hardy and Healthy
» mentor/apprentice: ----
» description: Long haired white she-cat with grey patches and yellow eyes[/ul]
deeper
Regal in appearance,Long, tall, slim-looking legs, bit muscular underneath all that fur, thick white coat with large grey patches on her head, back, and tail, yellow eyes
Dewspots is a gorgeous cat. She is soft and silky looking fur on long legs, with bright, intelligent yellow eyes that are very nearly gold. She is clean and smooth, no mottling or blurring present between the dark grey spots and crisp white colors of her coat. There is something about her look, the way she carries herself combined with general appearance traits, that just looks regal. She looks like she could be royalty, someone's prized possession who should be sitting on velvet cushions instead of chasing squirrels through the woods, getting mud and dirt all over that pristine coat. Dewspots is built long and all, with an appearance that looks deceptively slim and pretty. Yes, her legs are long and look a bit thin coming out from that thick, feathery coat, but Dewspots is actually quite muscular under all that fur. She is no wilting flower, she is not weak. She may look pretty and with great care, can look like she never has to lift a paw to do anything, but she works just as hard as the rest of her clan -mates and it shows if you pay attention. She's as strong and fast as she is pretty. Her coat is thick and soft looking, and it does it's job of keeping her warm in the colder seasons. It's length means that it requires some care to stay clean, smooth, and nice looking. The color of it doesn't make maintenance any easier, being a crisp, snowy white for the most part. The top of her head, her shoulders, back and tail, are covered in a smattering of large, dark grey spots. The final addition to her fine looks are those nice, yellow eyes.
» personality:
Stern, Maternal, Private, Unhurried/Perfectionist, Fixed
Dewspots has never been that one cat that everyone's met at least once in their life no matter the length of it, that one cat who is loud, in your face, and has little to no respect for the rules and how things work. She is not that cat. She will never be that cat. She is also not the sort of cat you can rush, or the cat that doesn't really care about how nice their work looks or how good they are at things. She is not the cat that easily questions things, and is reluctant to change even if all the evidence points in the right direction. She's Dewspots. Dewspots is none of those things, and if she can say anything about it all, she would tell you that she's never going to be any of them. she is a cat set in her ways.
Dewspots is an authority figure, and though she hasn't done it many times, she enjoys being a mentor. She's a fairly effective one, too, when she does it. She doesn't let anything slide, and if her apprentices cause trouble, they are bound to face the consequences. She's not too severe with her punishments, but she is no softy. Nothing passes by her, and she is keen to let anyone who questions it know that she is to be listened to. She is a warrior and warriors are to be respected. She's also a rather staunch follower of the rules. Starclan may be silent, but that doesn't mean that they're just going to throw the warrior code to the side and do what they want. It's a system that's been working for moon after moon. There's no reason to go changing it now. However, Dewspots is not cold and hard to break through. She may be stern, but when it comes to it, she treats her apprentices in a way almost akin to a mother. Dewpots doesn't let anything slide, but she cares for her apprentices. She is firm and steadfast in her protection of them all. she would do anything to keep them safe, even if she doesn't quite agree with the reasoning behind it, like how she would do anything for her own kits. She'd face all the foxes and badgers in the forest to keep them safe, and she'll do the same for any cat entrusted in her care.
She is not the most open of cats at time. She does tend to keep to herself more than some other cats, and she is very quiet. Never has Dewspots been big on talking, though she has learned to speak up when things are important. It took her a while to break through the quiet, private influence of her parents and talk, but she knows what she has to say is worth hearing. She is a cat who is content to go on walks by herself, and if she could do patrols by herself, she probably would. Dewspots wakes up earlier in the morning than she has to just to revel in the quiet, and goes to bed only when everyone else is settle, namely for the quiet but also because she can make sure everyone is safe and sound for the night. Along with being rather quiet and private, Dewspots can be a little too focused on perfection at times. Even when she was very young, no one could get her to rush into anything. Good things need lots of time and planning to turn out right, and Dewspots strongly believes in that philosophy the most. When she was an apprentice, it took her longer than others to learn things and move onto new skills. Not because she was slow; she just wanted to make sure she was doing everything to the best of her ability. There is no slacking off in Dewspot's world. you work, and you work hard at things until you're doing it the best you can. It applies to her own life, it applies to her apprentices, and it applies to her clan.
There is no chance at changing Dewspots. Every development she has made, she has done through her own choosing. No one forced her to start talking more, or to start trying to catch up to her peers when she was an apprentice. No one has forced her to do anythiing, really. If she doesn't want to do it, Dewspots will not make the change within herself. She will make changes for her clan if she absolutely has to, if her leader demands it of her, but she won't change herself. Her belief in Starclan has not faded even though they have been silent for so many moons. She is concerned, but they never failed the clans before. This one time just has to be a fluke. It's hard to deal with, but things will work themselves out in the end. A solution to their problems will be reached in time, things will go back to normal. and she will no longer be faced with a world where cats are leaving the way they've lived for moons behind.
» background:
Dewspots clearly remembers a time where Starclan was not silent.
She was born to one of Thunderclan's more quiet and reserved couples. Pinefoot and Milkflower were both rather private cats. They didn't quite keep to themselves, but they had things they didn't quite feel like sharing with the world. One of those things, for the longest time, was their relationship status. The two were seen often together after sitting out their vigil on the same night, though they'd never really spent any time together as apprentices. No one was every really sure if the two warriors were a couple or not, or even, really, if they were actually close enough as friends to make that step. But they were, and eventually they did let their clan mates know, as quietly and peacefully as they could. They were very much in love with each other and one day hoped to have a family of their own. They weren't going to right then, but they would in time. Everyone would just have to be patient. There would be plenty of other kits and couples to fawn over in the meantime. The day did come when incoming kits were announced, but Pinefoot made everyone promise they would be quiet about it. He did not want his mate to be disturbed. It was her first pregnancy, and there was always a chance there could be complications. He was going to make sure there was as little chance of those happening as he could.
The kits came smoothly and easily, and in rather rapid succession. Milkflower was relieved, because she was quiet tired of feeling too round and hadn't been looking forward to the actual birthing process, even though she was quietly thrilled to be having kits of her own. The first, and biggest, was a fuzzy grey and white wonder of a thing that the proud parents quickly dubbed Dewkit, and the second, just as white as his mother, was named Webkit. That was all. Just two little kits curled against up against their mother, mewling quietly . No drama, no grand fanfare. Cats came in and out to see Thunderclan's newest members, with Pinefoot nearby to remind everyone to be quiet, and they all ooh'd and aah'd at Webkit and Dewkit like they were little works of art. As the kits grew, it was plan to see that they had rather different personalities. Like her parents, Dewkit was very quiet and reserved. Webkit, though not as loud and rambunctious as kits tend to be, seemed like a ball of explosive energy in comparison to his almost silent, already serious sister who just could not be rushed to do a darn thing. He did get her to play and make friends, but she did it at her own pace. The best things, after all, are not meant to be rushed through all hurriedly. Good things take time. That's what their mother and father always told them, and mother and father were usually right about everything. Eventually, the kits' sixth moon dawned upon them, and both were deemed eligible to become apprentices. They were healthy, they were happy, and neither of them had really made ripples in the pond when it came to causing trouble. Neither of them were really the ones to make waves, quite like their parents, though Webkit was prone to causing the occasional slight disturbance. The two received their names and were given to a pair of sibling mentors. Dewpaw went to the one sister, who was thrilled to be receiving an apprentice who she knew wasn't going to be any trouble at all after having had to deal with an apprentice who had driven her mad at times. Webpaw went to the other sister, who took on her own personal challenge of drawing the energy and intensity she could feel in her apprentice out of him. Maybe now that he wasn't under the constant influence of his parents and his sister, he'd open up a bit more and just be himself.
Her brother changed, but Dewpaw stayed very much the same, not that she didn't flourish under her mentor's care like her brother was. She just went about it in a different way. Her mentor caught on quickly that Dewpaw was not one to rush things, and so went at a slower pace than she would have for any other apprentice. Even with the slight reduction in instructional speed, Dewpaw managed to stay fairly close to her brother in terms of progress. He was light years ahead of her in hunting, but they were fairly evenly matched in just about everything else. Dewpaw proved to be exceptionally good on patrols. Where most apprentices would get bored, she seemed to enjoy plodding around the territory and making sure it was safe. She was a decent fighter, having learned how to use her size as an advantage when it could very well be a curse. Her quiet, focused nature was also a great help. She would turn out to be adept in battle-like situations, able to pick targets and lock on them and not be distracted by smaller things, but it was within the patrols that she met Greypaw, and so it was the patrols that changed her.
Greypaw was an apprentice a few moons ahead of Dewpaw, who happened to end up on a lot of the same patrols Dewpaw's mentor brought her. Maybe it was because his mentor was the brother of hers, or maybe it was because both mentors thought that the two apprentices could really learn something from each other. Greypaw could learn restraint-he could also learn a few lessons about how to be a bit more quiet-and Dewpaw could learn that absolute perfection wasn't needed for everything, that some things didn't need days upon days upon days of perfecting before the next step could be worked on. She could also learn to be a little less silent. Her ideas were good. She just needed to learn to share them. The two did manage to bond after a few snappy arguments where they both got tired of each other's quirks, and patrols became more enjoyable for the both of them. Greypaw managed to calm down around Dewpaw, and Dewpaw began to talk more and worry about perfection less. Webpaw approved of the change in his sister. Webpaw approved of everything about Greypaw, which Dewpaw was grateful for. She really enjoyed having the grey-tailed apprentice around. He was funny and kind, though he did still complain a bit too much. He knew how to push her buttons so she'd stop dawdling, but she could never manage to be mad at him long, and as they grew older, she realized he was rather handsome, too.
She pushed herself for the first time in her life, to keep up with him. She, at least, caught up with her brother so the two managed to receive their warrior names at the same time when she might have gotten hers a bit later because of the speed she'd been moving at. She didn't catch up to Greypaw, who became Greytail before she could even protest, but she wasn't too far behind. The two of them were much less private about their relationship than her parents had been, but the two of them were surprisingly even more secretive about growing their little family into something larger than even Pinefoot and Milkflower had been. The only cats who'd known about the pregnancy had been the parents themselves, the medicine cat, and Webfang who actually managed to keep a secret that big to himself until there was absolutely no hiding it. With her thick coat of fur, Dewspots did manage to hide it for a while longer than some, long enough to finish training her first apprentice, but she eventually did have to come out and say that she was moving into the nursery. She had waited long enough. Hailkit, Daisykit, and Dovekit were born right on their mother's twenty-fifth moon, three little kits in varying amounts and shades of grey and white. Though she swore she had no favorites, Dewspots clung rather tightly to her only girl. She loved Hailkit and Daisykit, but little Dovekit was the odd one out, and also the smallest. Her brothers were always tussling around for food and warmth, bumping into little Dovekit so much that Dewspots kept the little one close to her chest when Dovekit wasn't feeding. Surprisingly, it was Dovekit who proved to be the powerhouse of the bunch once eyes and ears were opened. Like her father, she was loud and incredibly friendly, and keen to rush into things without too much thought. Hailkit and Daisykit weren't terribly far behind her usually, but they seemed to have inherited a bit more of their mother's personality than their smaller sister had.
The time came for mother and kits to move out of the nursery, and so they did. Little Dovepaw was given to her uncle Webfang to mentor. Daisypaw and Hailpaw went to cats Dewspots knew only because they happened to belong to the same clan, but they seemed like good cats, and so she was willing to let her kits go off with them. She soon took up training an apprentice of her own, a kit that had been born not too long after she'd had her own. He was a nice enough cat, really. A bit too curious for Dewspots' taste, but she'd deal, even if it did mean having to talk her way out of possible altercations with other clan's patrols because he couldn't manage to keep his nose out of places it didn't belong. During this time, she lost her father to illness, but she kept on moving through the grief. She felt like she had to. Two moons into her kits' apprentice training, everything took a turn that Dewspots had never seen coming. Her mate, one of her sons, her brother, and her daughter had gone to the gathering that night and had been in the midst of the battle which had occurred there. Dewspots had stayed behind to watch over her mother. Milkflower hadn't been feeling too grand recently, and after the loss of her father, Dewspots wanted to stay by her side until she knew her mother would be okay. Daisypaw had stayed behind because he'd gotten in enough trouble with his mentor to warrant it, but the rest of their family was out.
When cats came back wounded, or worse, Dewspots was concerned. When Dovepaw walked into camp on her own, scratched up, bloodied, and scared, Dewspots was frantic. When she found out Hailpaw, Greytail and Webfang weren't coming back alive, she very nearly lost it. Dovepaw, serious for what seemed like the first time in all her eight moons of life, managed to keep her mother calm. Daisypaw helped too, but Dovepaw had always been closest with their mother despite their vast differences in personality. After she was done with the initial grieving, she went back to training her apprentice, who still seemed ready to stick his nose in other clan's business, but for different reasons than before. He was angry and grieving, too. It seemed like they all were. Her remaining kits returned to their training, with Dovepaw under the tutelage of a new cat who would never be able to replicate the relationship she'd had with her last. Angry at Starclan's silence but believing that they must have a reason for it, Dewspots went mostly quiet once more. There had to be a reason for not wanting to talk to the clans, but it stung that there was currently no reassuring knowledge that she'd ever see her lost loved ones again.
Her remaining kits became warriors alongside her apprentice, in a ceremony that felt a little hard to watch. Daisyclaw and Dovefeather took their names with silent, somber acceptance, and still mourned the brother that would not get his name beside them. Dewspots faded into the background for a while. She didn't feel like she could deal with taking another apprentice at the time. It was too soon after losing a cat so important to her who would never finish his training. She'd been doing her duties and plodding along in her own way since that decision, pondering the silence and wondering who, exactly, she was supposed to be angry at over all of this. She'd wanted to have kits again, having loved the process of raising those little balls of fur into something impressive, but that plan was now gone. A lot of things seemed to be gone, but as long as her leader and her clan mates kept moving forward, she would to.
And she has been, since the silence began and the battle occurred. She's finally feeling like she can take on an apprentice again, much to her relief. It was actually starting to get boring and rather sad, not having someone to teach things and care for. Maybe it will fill the gap that second litter of kits is never going to fill.
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immediate kin
» sons:
» daughters: Dovefeather[/ul]
extended kin
» mother: Milkflower
» brothers:
» sisters: ---
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