Post by ♏aple♢ on Jul 9, 2014 19:43:03 GMT
 Starlingfur general info
APPEARANCE
Starlingfur's appearance is quite extraordinary! Well... Extraordinarily average. The senior warrior looks average in nearly every respect. Starlingfur is a brown tabby with short, soft fur (if a bit scrappy looking at times). Her build is nothing extraordinary, if a bit on the thin side. She's neither very weak nor very strong looking. Neither unattractive, nor particularly pretty. She has a few scars here and there, mostly small nicks that come with living in the forest. Nothing that stands out too much. In the life of a warrior she's gained more, but those too have seemed to fade over time. Her most striking feature is her deep copper eyes. They're not quite amber, but not quite golden, and nearly brown. And so the colour is settled right between the three, a perfect shade of copper.They portray her emotions far too easily, showing her innermost thoughts as clear as day.  personality
Time changes a cat. In your youth you could be bright and cheery, and by the time you reach your fourties you could be cold and cynical. Such is the way of the world. Starlingfur has never been cheery or bright, and she isn't cold now. Perhaps a bit cynical, but not enough to amount to anything. No, mostly she's tired. She's been tired since she was a kit. In her youth, she spent all of her free time sleeping. And when she was awake, she liked to go for walks. She wasn't sure what she was tired of. But the sweet release of sleep was always so comforting. Perhaps she was sleeping enough to make up for the late nights later in life where she wouldn't get a wink. Who knows. But nowadays, even if she doesn't get to as much, she still loves to sleep. Its... just nice to forget about everything, even if its just for a short while. To dream of gentle breezes and a bright moon instead of being awake to witness the caterwauls and bloodshed that seem to haunt the clans these days. To forget. Forgetting is nice. She's always been a forgetful cat. Though she's very intelligent and a fantastic strategist, Starlingfur is forgetful if anything. If you don't drill your name into her memory, she'll have to ask you for it again the next time you see her. Even if you've met a dozen times, it won't make a difference. Forgetting is easier than the alternative when it comes to many things. A defense mechanism? No, this has been something happening with her since she was a kit. It's nothing new. Starlingfur is a thoughtful cat. She'll often take pauses between words, or end things on a contemplative note. Occasionally she'll space out, even in the middle of a sentence. She takes her time to think things out before saying them. She's quite the opposite of reckless. She prefers to plan everything out in advance, from her sentences to her future. This, combined with her life experience, has made her quite wise. Loyal is a word that describes her well. She isn't a cat who shouts her loyalty from the rooftops, but she will never betray you. Unless you give her a good reason to dislike you, she will generally be kind enough. She's not incredibly affectionate, but she can be at times. And to those whom she is loyal, she is the highest level of loyal. She doesn't lie, and she doesn't deceive others. She lays her cards on the table. Whether she wants to or not. For you see, her eyes are one of her most notable trait. And the reason for that is their expressiveness. You could tell every emotion in her heart, every thought in her mind just by looking into those deep copper eyes. She never really learned to hide her thoughts, even after being on this earth for so long.
HISTORY Starlingfur was born to a loner, a ways north of the clans. She had two siblings, a tom and a she-cat. She remembers their presence and warmth, but their faces, voices, and names have become blurred with time. Though Starlingfur remembers them fondly. She remembers her mother a bit better. She can recall the gentleness of her voice, and her name, Leaf. But her face has long since been forgotten. At birth, Starlingfur was called Bird. The she-cat never learned the name of her father, her mother hadn't even known the tom's name. But Leaf raised her and her siblings well enough. She had been a kind and gentle queen, and never once raised her voice or claw without reason. Starlingfur and her siblings left home at six moons, to carve out their own lives for themselves. They stayed together for a short while, before dispersing. Starlingfur knows not how they are nor where they are. She lived alone for a few moons, sleeping in hollowed out logs and ditches for the greater part of most of her days, and hunting as she pleased. The life of a loner was good to her, and she never struggled much. Eventually, she stumbled upon Duskclan. Thinking their way of life interesting, she decided to try it out, and after a while, decided to stay. That was where she lived for quite some time. She skated by in life, patrolling and hunting when needed but preferring to spend most of her time on her own. That was, until she got her first apprentice. He was a black and white tom by the name of Boltpaw. Neither of them had come from the clans, both joining as loners. And so, they quickly formed a bond. Each of them found a foothold in this crazy life with one another. Time passed, and plenty of events transpired in their apprenticeship. But finally, Boltpaw became a warrior. And soon after, Boltfang and Starlingfur became mates. Tragedy struck when Starling gave birth to her first litter. It was an out of camp birth, and one of the kits was born stillborn. Oddly enough, it looked extremely similar to Boltfang. She named the kits Thrushkit, Ravenkit, Dapplekit, and the stillborn Stormkit. When Boltfang found out about this, he was grief stricken, abandoning Starlingfur to take care of the kits and grieve on her own while he did his own grieving. This drove a rift between them, and the kits grew halfway into their kithood without even knowing he was their father. When he finally came back, soon after he attacked a badger, becoming too injured to do much of anything. When his kits finally found out that he was their father some time later, Dapplekit was ecstatic. Thrushkit and Ravenkit however hated him. This caused another rift in their family. But things seemed to almost be peaceful. Starlingfur's sister, Wrenface joined the clans. Boltfang and Starling became pregnant with a second litter. For a time, Boltfang attempted to be a father. But soon after, once the kits had become apprentices, he killed a cat whom he thought was attacking Dapplepaw and got exiled. Starlingfur was griefstricken, but soon grew tired of the constant chaos that seemed to follow her mate and split it off with him. The kits were born after the exile, and she raised them along with the leader Strikestar, a close friend who had helped her with her previous litter as well. Their names were Cicadakit, Waspkit, and Mothkit. Time passed, and eventually Dawnclan split off from Duskclan, Starlingfur followed them, along with all of her kits. Dapplefall had gotten an injury preventing her from becoming a warrior and so she became an elder early, however Thrushwing and Ravenmist became full warriors. Shortly before leaving, Starlingfur had gotten a grave case of greencough. Cicadakit had gotten it as well, and it carried over as they went to Dawnclan. It took time for them to recover, but after a surprising gift of Catmint from Boltfang, they began to recover. Eventually Starlingfur returned to her duties, and Cicadapaw became an apprentice (abeit a late one). Cicadasong, Waspwing, and Mothfrost all became warriors. And not long afterwards, the earthquake struck. It killed many, many cats, and drove the clans from the forest. Life on the journey was hard, but she managed. On the trip she made dear friends with Astercloud of Breezeclan, Ravensong of Birchclan, and Streamtail of Thornclan. The three couldn't be driven apart by most anything. She also began a friendship with a tom who had recently joined Dawnclan, Shrikestar's son. Birchtail. In the farmlands, Blackstar finally took over as leader. And much to her surprise, Starlingfur was elected deputy. Starlingfur, who had never wanted anything more than a peaceful, relaxed life, was now thrust into a position of power. While she was startled, she worked hard at her position, and many cats thought that she did well. However it too was in the farmlands when things began to go wrong with her family once more. She lost two daughters within the span of a week. Waspwing to stampeeding hooves, and Mothfrost to murder. It was a terrible blow. Their family had been an extremely close one, and this was a horrible loss. But even so, Starlingfur had to continue on. She had a job to do, as Deputy. She had to stay strong. For her remaining kits, and for her clan. At the ocean, tragedy struck once more. Her only son, Thrushwing, was strucken down. Not into death, but perhaps something worse. He was beaten badly and heavily scarred by the cat he'd once considered his mate, leaving him emotionally broken and a shell of his former self. There wasn't much that he could do any more. Starlingfur, along with her daughters and the she-cat who was carrying his kits had to help him with many things. It hurt Starlingfur, to see her kits facing such horrible things on this journey. But even so, she still had to stay strong. Be a support system for cats who were unable to support themselves. Time passed, and they arrived in the clans. Things grew peaceful once more. When Blackstar died, with his final breaths he elected Thunderstar leader. Thunderstar in turn demoted Starlingfur, placing her daughter Ravenmist as deputy. The she-cat was quite happy for her daughter, and relieved to be able to go back to normal life. As they settled in, Starlingfur began to grow closer to Birchtail. He was kind, understanding, and sweet. And after a year of being good friends, the two became mates. Birchtail doted on her constantly, something she was quite unused to after being alone for so long. But she enjoyed it. She was happy. Things were finally alright. But no happiness lasts forever. It was barely a season after they'd become mates when the battles started. Starlingfur was startled at the sudden violence in the clans- the violence in her own clanmates. She'd hoped that the battles would die down, but they did quite the opposite. They exploded into a full-blown war. Cats were suddenly dying left and right. And as a senior warrior, she was most often involved in the battle planning and on the front lines. It broke her heart to see these cats- cats she'd watched grow from kits to warriors- cats who she was related to- to be killed day in and day out. And the death of two of her kits, Thrushwing and Cicadasong, was the straw that broke the camel's back. Thrushwing had still been mentally and physically broken, retiring to the life of an elder early. But even the elders had had to fight. He had been defending the nursery and the she-cats within it, Fogface, Littlefawn, and Cicadasong (who had recently become mates with a former Breezeclan tom named Fleetheart, and was expecting his kits). He fought valiantly, and Starlingfur could recall seeing him out of the corner of her eyes as she battled with a Birchclan she-cat. But in the end, he was struck down by a large gray Birchclan tom. Hazeclaw, if she could recall correctly. In this kind of world, you learned the names of others fast. Starlingfur hadn't been able to make it to the nursery in time, and by the time she reached it Hazeclaw had already fled. Littlefawn and Fogface lay dead, along with four deceased kits. Three other kits were missing. Cicadasong had clearly put up quite a fight, but in the end she lay defeated as well. Starlingfur's heart had broken in that moment. Dawnclan was clearly being defeated. Cats were fleeing every moment, and when the clearing was littered with more dead bodies than living Starlingfur had fled as well. She couldn't stand to stay, to see which of her kin had lived and which had died. She just wanted to go. To leave this madness. In her fleeing thoughts she had thought of Ravenmist. Her eldest daughter, and only surviving kit. Or... hopefully surviving. But.. Ravenmist was a fighter. And with all of her heart, Starlingfur hoped that she had survived. She moved to the mountains northwards. Just a small ways outside of Dawnclan's territory. And not long after, Birchtail found her. The tom had seemed broken and tired, and the two barely exchanged words before collapsing together. They were.. both tired. Everyone was tired those days. After a time the two moved, heading to the forest east of Birchclan's former territory. The fighting seemed to be less there, There were plenty of fights, and the battlecries from the territories were a constant background noise. But.. things weren't as bad as they'd been. They still suffered, yes. But at least they had eachother. They lived that way for nearly 12 moons. But now, Starlingfur has become pregnant. Feeling unsafe in their current living location, does she dare to go back to the clans in search of shelter? There have been less yowls lately, but... Well, only the future can tell what will happen. THREAD TRACKER This world may be broken but we are not ❣ Starlingfur/Ravenmist/Birchtail A Journey Stretched A Thousand Miles ❣ Starlingfur/Boltfang I smile more where I belong ❣ Birchtail/Starlingfur Anyone Would Be Tired! ❣ Starlingfur/Boltfang Setting Aside Our Differences ❣ Like Everyone Changing Of The Guard ❣ Starling's Group Progress And The Future ❣ Starling's Group As the saying goes, birds of a feather... ❣ Starlingfur/Feather How Can This Be? ❣ Ika/Crooked-Eye/Starlingfur | ooc info  ☆ NAME☆ MAPLE ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS☆ N/A |