Post by mintcat on Jun 9, 2010 12:26:58 GMT -5
Mintfur of WindClan[/center]
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Name: Mintfur
Age: 29 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
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Reason For Name: Mintfur was named so because of her pale coat and green eyes.
Previous Names: Mintkit, Mintpaw
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One Sentence Description: Mintfur is a willowy green-eyed cat with a white and calico coat.
Appearance: Mintfur's recognizable traits include her green eyes. They've progressed to a more vivid mint-green as she ages, and are part of the reason for her name. Her pale coat is part of this as well, even though it is technically white. The fur is dominantly white, with slate-grey and russet-red patches. As interesting or uninteresting as it may be, it does take some work to keep it clean, and Mintfur does thoroughly groom it daily.
WindClan is known for their speed and their lithe build. Mintfur is willowy and lean, a leggy sort. She loves to run as the rest of them, the feeling of flying that you get when you sprint full-out. This also traditionally comes in handy when hunting rabbits, though less successful in stalking the fieldmice that dwell the moor.
The she-cat has various burn marks along her tail, and a sparse patch on her stomach. She has a scar along her spine as well, and various nicks and scrapes that heal faster than others.
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Personality:
shy: Mintfur can often come off as aloof, especially to strangers or cats who she has just met. The truth is that she has a hard time being herself when she has to focus on making a good impression, and is just plain shy. New meetings give her anxiety, and when she's anxious she inadvertently resorts to lying without meaning to.
defensive: She has a hard time taking the blame, instead listing all the reasons why she is right for doing what she did. As mentioned below, she is prone doing the wrong things for the right reasons, which only gets her in more trouble.
quick-witted: In battle it makes up for her lack of musculature. Though she may not be the number-one intellect, Mintfur is very good at working out a solution on the fly or spouting a clever quip or lie.
liar: Lying is bad, and everyone knows it -- even her. She has always had a talent for lying, for telling tales. She hates making those she's close to -- friends and family -- feel bad. She doesn't like to hurt their feelings, and lying was a way to keep that from happening. Of course, sooner or later those lies would need to be untangled, but she could usually work that out. But she also tells lies to get what she wants, and that's when she gets into the deepest trouble, it seems. Mintfur is an skilled liar, so much so that when she is confronted by a stranger and needs to speak -- when she's the shiest and her mind goes blank -- she usually ends up spouting a clever lie on accident.
caring: For all her flaws, this cat has a good heart. She cares about her Clanmates and about the creatures around her, from the kittens to the leader and most in between, and even during a hunt she'll give thanks to StarClan for her prey. Of course, it's impossible to encompass everyone into this -- everyone has enemies -- but she can nonetheless be very thoughtful.
loyal: Though it takes a while for Mintfur to open up, once you're her friend you have a loyal companion. Mintfur is very protective of those she is close to, and in cases such as that you've certainly gained a valuable ally.
decisive: Indecisiveness gets you nowhere. Though she may not always make foolish snap decisions -- though she often does -- Mintfur prefers not to dilly-dally and waste time. She makes a decision, figures things out, and gets on with it.Likes: cold leaf-bare snow days, the refreshing arrival of newleaf, the thrill of the chase, debate, fire, dusk patrol.Dislikes: strangers, rogues, bees, confrontation, braggarts, monsters, dawn patrols, indecisiveness.
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History: Mintkit was born on the vulnerable moor, in a bush of gorse somewhere. Though her kits were due, her mother thought there might be enough time to stretch her legs. In short, at a point during her run she had to take a breather, and that was when she delivered her kits. She was missing for at least two days because she didn't want to risk leaving the kittens by themselves, for good reason. Plenty of predators would snatch up a newborn for their next meal.
Her brother Thistlekit died when he was two weeks old, picked up by a bird of prey, ironically enough. Her other brother, Robinkit, left at the eve of his apprenticeship. He felt he was simply not cut out for Clan life, and instead left with no warning, to become a kittypet. His sisters were incensed, furious that he could just leave them like that. But if there was anything that ran rampant in their family, it was the trait of persistency. Once they got their mind set on something, there was no trying to convince them otherwise. There is no use in trying to change their mind, and Robinkit was no different. He became Robin, or "Tchaikovsky" to his new twolegs.
Meanwhile, Plumkit and Mintkit became apprentices, their exciting new rank dampened by the recent events.
Unbeknownst to her, Robin's cushy new life didn't last long. He was a raised feral cat, and the owners didn't want to put up with the constant scratching and yowling -- so they threw them out. This made the kittypet an official loner, and because he knew that he could never rejoin the Clans, he ended up in a small rogue group instead.
As Mintpaw progressed in her training, she learned things in all walks, from battle training to hunting, basic herbs just in case, and more. But the hardest lesson she learned was through experience. Like most WindClan cats, she'd always thought herself loyal to her loved ones and to her Clan, but she never thought she'd have to test it.
Her first battle was a skirmish with the rogue group that Robin was a part of. They had occupied the old badger sets in the eastern part of the territory, and were enjoying causing trouble in general. When a patrol that Mintpaw was part of ran into them, fighting ensued.
As it happened, about two moons into their apprenticeship Plumpaw got pregnant, and her training had to be put on hold.
When Robin attacked a close friend of Mint's, she was forced to retaliate -- it was only two obvious that her brother would do anything to gain the respect of his new group, including kill. Mintpaw gouged his left eye in her attempt to fend him off, and fighting her brother was one of the hardest things she experienced in her young life.
Mintpaw became Mintfur, and at the same ceremony Plumpaw's kittens became apprentices: Rookpaw and Ciderpaw. Things seemed to be looking up.
But it would soon prove to be only so long before things spun out of control.
IC Example: The she-cat felt like her heart had frozen. Mintfur’s green eyes widened, and her slim body went stiff.
Behind her the Thunderpath was slick with rain, the downpour barely muffling the blatant noise of the monsters. What’s your business here? the cat had asked. What was it? She couldn’t tell this cat, that was for sure. Her own coat was sodden wet, as were the pelts of the ShadowClan patrol, but both stood adamant.
“Who are you to ask me that question?” The lies were pouring from her mouth faster than she could think them up, barbed with ambition and sprinkled with promise. “It’s pretty obvious that there is only one reason I’d be here, and you can’t figure it out, can you?” Despite the storm she felt herself grow warm. She hadn’t even meant to say that, where did that come from? What did she mean? Mintfur didn’t even mean to tell the tale.
Behind the leader of the patrol, the other three looked exceptionally irritated. RiverClan cats dealt with water, not these cats, yet StarClan held no favorites as to who got drenched. “Anyway, I have a message for Hawkstar,” She hissed, the web growing. Oh no. “and if you’d like to disobey both my leader’s orders and yours, then so be it.”
The WindClan cat hoped this would be enough to fend them off, though it wasn’t likely. No cat was that stupid. Except for her? What would she tell the ShadowClan leader? What would they say when she got home and word spread?
Not only that, but the fact that socializing with strangers was anything but her strong suit. Mintfur wanted nothing more than to run home, across the thunderpath and back to the moor, where she knew everyone. The warrior searched through her mind for something tangible to say, but the only thing that came out was an addition to keep up her charade. “Go on,” She mewed, her voice shaking. “Take me to your leader; it’s exactly what I want.”
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[/size]Who Are You? I'm known as Devious on another site, but just call me Mint.
How Did You Find Us? Link on Chaos
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