Post by fleetpaw on Aug 1, 2010 23:09:52 GMT -5
Fleetfoot of WindClan
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Name: Fleetfoot
Age: 36 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: WindClan
Rank:
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Reason For Name: Kitewing’s grandfather was called Swiftcloud, and once her daughter was born, Kitewing could see she was the spitting image of him. So in keeping to his speedy name, she dubbed her only female kit Fleetkit in his honor.
Previous Names:Fleetkit,Fleetpaw, Fleetfoot
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One Sentence Description: Little tan and gray tabby she-cat with black stripes.
Appearance: Fleetfoot may be a trooper, but with her size, some underestimate her. She doesn't appear kit-like, more like a smaller version of her late grandpa, except she's got darker gray fur and her eyes are a more golden green color, like a sun a few hours before it sets. Many, however, have mistaken her for an apprentice. Her fur is pretty thick, especially on her tail. Her tabby markings are the most apparent on her face, making her look like a mighty little tigress. Fleetfoot's jaw is a bit broad; her head is squarish toward the back but sharpens as you get to the tip of her snout. Fleetfoot's legs are short, of course, but not stocky; she may be small, but isn't dwarf-like. Fleetfoot's forepaws are nice and slender, looking very feminine and elegant. It wouldn't appear that she was built for speed, but she can outpace even the healthiest of hares. Her back haunches are toned from training on the open moor.
Her ears, like little pyramids atop her head, sit diligently, alert to sounds. The insides are a healthy pale pink color; when she is hot or embarrassed they glow bright red. The ears are topped with small tufts of tan fur, giving her a wild look. Her hind paws are a bit wider than the ones in front. No major scars, there are a few nicks around her hind legs where cats have tried to grab her, but couldn't get her in their grasps. The fur under her chin and belly is more silver than gray, which is most alluring on a clear and starless night. Her fur is short, except for on her chest, where silvery wisps hang. Fleetfoot's paws are mostly brown, even underneath all of the caked-on dust from her extensive running. Her once soft pink paw pads are now rough and dark, while her nose is its natural rose color. The fur near the nose is black, outlining it in a way that really makes it stand out.
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Personality: Fleetfoot is a dutiful cat, who doesn't like to disappoint. Pride for WindClan runs through her veins, but she doesn't go about verbally glorifying it. Trying to stay out of drama and rumors spread around the clan, Fleetfoot focuses much of her attention on training (she love's having apprentices.) Fleetfoot keeps her nose down and just sticks to what she knows won't cause her trouble. She isn't very fond of ShadowClan; they are mysterious and wily, and it annoys her. As an apprentice, she used to cause trouble at Gatherings, shooting ShadowClan apprentices looks that could kill. She's also pretty good with cute little snubs that render even calm cats livid.
Fleetfoot is a little unsure of StarClan's existence. She tries to speak to them for guidance, but nothing inside of her feels warm when she talks to them. This concerns her because she feels the clan won't trust her if she ever leads them someday. But she knows StarClan's there, she can sense something bigger than herself, and can't imagine that her ancestors would go nowhere after they died. She is a strict follower of the warrior code, but there is one rule that bothers her. She knows she supposed to be loyal to her clan, but she feels that not even a clan can surpass the love of a friend.
Fleetfoot is a very sweet cat once she gets to know you. She seems stubborn and not agreeable, but that's so others don't try to pester her. Her worse fears are to lose her freedom or to appear weak before her clan. Weakness, in her opinion, gives others a reason to underestimate what you can do, making it impossible to be respected. In her spare time, she likes to hunt by herself, especially in the winter time because she doesn't want to be "trapped" inside camp. That doesn't necessarily mean she prefers to be alone, but it lets her focus when she gets time away from others. Fleetfoot has ambitions, but they don't control her and make her insane. She wants to be one of the Clan's top warriors and have many apprentices to pass her insight onto. Though she takes her place in the clan very seriously, Fleetfoot isn’t all business. She genuinely likes spending time with others that genuinely like to spend time with her. It easy to tell for Fleetfoot when someone really wants to be her friend and isn’t trying to gain anything for personal reasons by being around her; Fleetfoot just wants to have fun. Lately, it’s been hard to have many personal relationships for Fleetfoot because she’s working extremely hard to get another apprentice.
She doesn't wish for a leadership position in the clan, but is willing to lead when she is called upon to do so. She's not afraid to tell the truth and hurt other's feelings; she is very honest in her opinions on others. Fleetfoot isn't rude or completely blunt, but will speak her mind when she feels it is her place to do so. Most of all, she hates people making comments on her size. Or when cats look down on her (literally.) Despite her size, Fleetfoot commands respect with a confident appearance.
Likes:
Training Apprentices –she’s had two-
Being a good warrior
Hunting
Dislikes:
Her freedom being jeopordized
Being distracted
When cats from other clans mistake her as an apprentice
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History:the best of times, the worst of times.
The summer after she became a warrior had been wild. Kitewing had finally been freed from the ever watchful eyes of her mentor, and it felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. After her vigil, she just wanted to run to each and every edge of WindClan’s territory, and maybe even farther than that. Her best friend had also just become a warrior, and had the rebellious blood of a rogue in her veins. Addertail was her name, and everything about her life was over dramatized. She led the way, and Kitewing followed, hoping to have some fun, and not caring about the consequences. Sure enough, the two got involved with a group of rogue toms. They were thrill seekers, and didn’t care if they lost an eye or a limb. They were determined to have a good time.
So the two WindClan warriors would often sneak out with the group and play pranks on not only other clans, but also their own. There were many close calls, but Kitewing was cunning and sneaky. There were about five toms in the group, and Kitewing became romantically involved with two of them. One she publicly decided to dub as ‘her mate’ while the other was kept a secret. Little did she know that her secret partner had deep roots in ShadowClan. Kitewing was growing weary of the constant close calls with the renegade group, and wanted to leave. But her mate convinced her to stay for one last prank. They would invade RiverClan’s camp and steal food. Kitewing herself would take the food while the less recognizable cats would cause a distraction. Of course, the plan had its holes and ended in disaster. Addertail was captured as well as Kitewing’s ‘mate’. She’d abandoned the idea much earlier, and hid back at WindClan camp. Addertail was punished, and surprisingly kept her mouth shut about Kitewing’s involvement. The rogues were never heard from again.
Kitewing became pregnant, and promised that she would protect her kits with her life. She didn’t want anything to happen to them, and kept very quiet about their paternity, though even she wasn’t sure who their true father was. The last thing she wanted was for their reputations to be ruined.so this is how it goes.
When Fleetkit and her brother were born, Kitewing, cared for the two of them very well. She named them Rainkit and Fleetkit. Kitewing never left them alone, and was very protective of them. Kitewing would hardly ever let Fleetkit out to play because of her size. She worried that she'd be made fun of or hurt by bigger kits. Fleetkit grew tired of Kitewing constantly fussing over her, and began to sneak out when she was napping, so she could play with other kits. She learned how to stick up for herself and that the outside world wasn't as bad as Kitewing had described. Fleetkit spent little time with her brother; she found him boring because he never tried to get away from Kitewing, and that annoyed her. She didn't let it bother her and she just bonded with the other kits, and even a few apprentices. Fleetkit felt she had to be the independent one, to appear strong to her Clan mates and make up for her nonchalant excuse for a brother.
She was curious about the things warriors did: why they went out every day on patrols, why they held vigils for fallen warriors, why they were given the names they were given. Fleetkit began to ask apprentices about the practices of the clan, and the warrior codes were soon explained to her. So at a young age, she was introduced to clan life, and she liked how organized it seemed. Some of her friends that were kits began to stop playing with her because she was allegedly "boring". Fleetkit also began to play too rough for the kits and they often banned her from games. This secretly hurt her, but she blew it off and called them "childish and stupid". Fleetkit couldn't wait to be an apprentice, and as she neared her fifth moon, the clan was soon swept over by a bought of greencough. The medicine cat at the time could barely keep up with the disease, worrying where it would strike next. Eventually, the effects of greencough came down upon Kitewing and Rainkit. Rainkit, who wasn't the healthiest of individuals, lasted about a week. Kitewing fought it hard, but slowly wasted away before Fleetkit's eyes. Not being able to stand so much suffering, Fleetkit avoided her mother. The night she died, Fleetkit awoke to a stench that made her want to vomit. She couldn't even recognize the once beautiful queen. They sat vigil for her body, and Fleetkit was one of the few who stayed up the whole night for her. There were so many things Fleetkit hadn’t learned from Kitewing yet. Bits of her history were missing to her eyes.should i be ashamed of my questions?
A few days after the death of Kitewing, Fleetkit’s apprentice ceremony was held. She was so numb on the inside, it was easy to fake a smile and pretend everything was okay. An older warrior called Hawkflight was named as her mentor. It hadn't been easy for Fleetpaw. She failed to cope with her mother's death well. She worked very hard for the first few moons of her apprenticeship, running in the moor through the thick grasses, improving her indurance while running. At her first gathering, Molepaw, a ShadowClan apprentice, commented on the size of Fleetpaw. She replied curtly, "At least I'm not named for blind prey that smells like dirt." This got a rise out of Molepaw, which she liked. She made a tradition of angering at least one ShadowClan apprentice everytime she went to a gathering.
Fleetpaw's loved the apprentice den, because it was rowdy, loud, and never boring. She felt bad that Rainkit couldn't have joined her; she knew he had potential to become a bit more fun. As she neared the midpoint in her apprenticeship, she couldn't help but wonder who her father was. When she'd ask Kitewing about it as a kit, she'd avoid it by murmuring sweet nothings into her ear or changing the subject. To this day it's been a thorn in her paw; she's believes it’s important to her heritage. She'd ask around, but most warriors ignored her or distracted her with a task. Fleetpaw wondered if they knew anything either, but then began to suspect that they didn’t want her to know anything.now we’ve arrived.
On the night of her ceremony, she sat vigil with two other apprentices who had been made warriors; Frostfur and Harefoot, who were siblings. After that night, they gradually became her closest friends. Frostfur was a beautiful tom with ice-blue eyes, and Harefoot was a fast she-cat warrior like herself. They would always race each other in their spare time, or have contests on who could catch the most prey the quickest. The two were like Fleetfoot's family that she never had. All of the toms in the Clan were attracted to Harefoot; she had an attractive frame and alluring green eyes. Fleetfoot had never once been jealous of her; after all, she would not have known what to do with all the attention.
The three were each granted apprentices of their own, and Fleetfoot was ecstatic. She organized training exercises that not only taught the apprentices everything they needed to know, but also were a blast for their mentors. Once, Fleetfoot had Frostfur take the apprentices out on the moor for a ‘hunting patrol’. The two she-cats surprised their students by disguising their scents and ambushing them. It was a day Fleetfoot would never forget, and it had nearly been the happiest moment in her life to see her apprentice, Ravenpaw, taking charge and controlling the situation well. She had been strict with the little black tom, and was sure he would be a great warrior. The day of his final exam only brought heartbreak. Ravenpaw was tragically stricken by a monster and killed instantly; he hadn’t heard his mentor’s warnings in time. Fleetfoot grieved shortly for her apprentice, but her pain would’ve been a lot worse if Frostfur hadn’t been there to comfort her. She was convinced that she had pushed Ravenpaw too hard, and Frostfur had been the one to remind her that it had been a complete accident.
After her apprentice had become a warrior, Harefoot realized she was sought after by many toms, and began to focus more on toms rather than her friends. Frostfur and Fleetfoot never once said anything bad about her, though. Eventually, they grew apart and the group just consisted of the white tom and her. Even worse, it seemed that Frostfur was beginning to fall for Fleetfoot. Fleetfoot told him constantly that she only wanted to be his friend, and wanted to focus more on her life as a warrior. Frostfur persisted, and Fleetfoot became bitter with him and began to avoid him. It took time for him to see that he needed to move on. After many moons, Fleetfoot was given yet another apprentice. His name was Snowpaw, and it hurt Fleetfoot that he looked so similar to Frostfur, who was also his father. Despite this, she taught Snowpaw well and he became a strong and quick-footed warrior.
Now more than ever, Fleetfoot can’t help but think about her unknown father. She hasn’t had an apprentice in a while, so has nothing better to think about. Fleetfoot will go on patrols, with a distracting haze floating around her. The WindClan warrior hopes to uncover the truth soon so she can once again regain her focus and training.
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