Post by ♏aple♢ on Aug 23, 2015 23:29:39 GMT
:origin()/pre02/2a70/th/pre/i/2015/126/c/4/cracked_ice_by_cdsteel-d1909n9.jpg) Tornpelt Shame corrodes the very part of us that believes we are capable of change. general info
APPEARANCE
When she was born, she might have been a calico. You think that you might see some patches there, underneath all of the scar tissue. The white is easy enough to see, coarse and filthy though it be. In length it's short- what there is left of it, that is. Beyond that, it's hard to discern just what she used to look like. And does it really matter in the end? After all, Tornpelt's name suits her. Whatever the cat who may have had calico patches used to be, it isn't her. What is her is this. A she-cat, average in size built muscular and lean. A good climber, an even better hunter. A cat whose extensive scarring leaves their pelt in shreds, looking more like crowfood than cat. A good eighty percent of her body is covered in lacerations, shallow and deep, old and new. It's enough to make any cat cringe, if not the younger ones outright gasp in horror.It isn't a pretty sight. She isn't a pretty cat. Maybe she used to be, but not anymore. She used to be a lot of things. Her eyes- if it weren't for her destroyed body, those would be the things that stood out most. Her left eye is the most intense of blues. Bright as the sky and just as clear. Her right is golden as the sun. Mismatched but matching at the same time. Yes, Tornpelt is certainly the kind of cat that would make one stop and stare.  personality
Tornpelt works hard. Tornpelt enjoys clan life. Tornpelt doesn't enjoy getting close to her clanmates. What else do you need to know? Sigh. Alright. Tornpelt is a cat whose been through.. A great deal. She's someone whose personality has done a complete 180, and she doesn't like to think about the cat she used to be. The cat she is, no matter how hard she tries to fight it. Or maybe the cat that she never was- although... That last bit isn't for her to know. What Tornpelt does know is that she's trying. She's trying her absolute hardest do to some good in this broken, Starclan forsaken world. She's trying to make up for all the bad she's done. Her selfish acts, her careless words. The lives lost for which she blames herself. Before the Dark Forest takes her for her supposed crimes, all she wants is to do some good. A high view of herself isn't something that Tornpelt exactly has. It might be something she used to- she might have been a cocky, loudmouthed brat who cared for nothing but fun and adventure. But again, that isn't who she is anymore. Tornpelt is not cocky. She does nothing to advance things in her favor. Only the favor of others. Anymore, at least. She has very poor self esteem and considers herself a dangerous cat. One whom others would be best to stay away from. She thinks herself selfish for getting involved with the clans again- I mean... For getting involved with the clans, period. A murderer shouldn't be allowed to mingle with the general populous. And yet, here she is. Striving for some foolish redemption. Working herself to the bone just so that others might have it a bit easier- so that Starclan might be kinder on her soul- so that she can be forgiven. She's a very hard worker. She used to be an overachiever, but no longer does she care about any recognition for her deeds. Or so she tries to tell herself. She just works hard so that things can be a bit easier for everyone else. This would make her perfectly suited to clan life- that is, if she was only a bit more social. But that's the thing- Tornpelt hates talking about herself. Ask her about her past and she wont answer. Try to get close to her and she'll push you away. She's terrified of cats learning about what she's done, but she's also terrified of accidentally getting close enough to hurt someone again. She'll become easily agitated and aggressive in attempts to discourage others from getting close- or maybe that was just in her nature all along? Either way.. She'll listen till the world collapses. Go ahead, talk at her. Talk with her even. But the second you ask her about herself, she'll shut down. Tornpelt means well. If you ask her for help, she'll comply. If she sees a kit crying, she'll try to help them (unless they're crying after seeing her. That has happened. And it... isn't something pleasant. She was never the best with kits, and her scars have made that all the worse). If someone seems lost, she'll reach out. Even if she doesn't want others to get close to her, she'll do her damnedest to help others where she can. Her scars hurt. A great deal. Any cat wounded from ears to paw could tell you as much. Elders would often talk about how an old battlescar or two ached years after their earning- but imagine that spread throughout your entire body. It isn't pleasant, and her wounds have contributed to Tornpelt's personality and perception of the world a great deal. She used to love running- the feel of the wind through her fur, the rush of it all. It was why she joined Breezeclan after all- but she hadn't realized how much the air over bare scar-tissue would hurt. While many of her wounds have healed, most of her fur will never grow back. And this leads to chronic pain. Sometimes it will wake her up at night its so terrible. She's adverse to being touched now, and while she will run if she has to (and is quite fast), it hurts to do so. Instead she's turned to swimming. Its one of the few things that she enjoys, and she finds it very relaxing as well as soothing to her wounds. There is... a problem. That Tornpelt experiences. She has heavy issues with intrusive thoughts and hearing things. Laughter. Voices. Cats talking to her who aren't there. Claws on her skin when there's nothing but air. Nightmares. It leads to difficulty both in battle and out. She doesn't talk about it, but she certainly talks to herself about it. Or, herself talks to her, and she tries to ignore it. It's... difficult.
HISTORY According to Tornpelt, she was born to her mother alone just south of the basin. She was raised in the mountains with no siblings and no father. Her injuries are just a result of mountain life. She joined Breezeclan a few moons before the wars began- just to survive the leaf-bare. She's lived as a scavenger in the moons since. Try to question her beyond this and she'll become aggravated and defensive. She was not born in Heatherclan. She's never even heard that word. To think that she was clanborn would be foolish. It would be even more idiotic to suspect that she'd been raised in Duskclan, or had had siblings. She was an only kit, raised alone in an isolated territory. She didn't have friends, and she wasn't popular. Let alone one of the brightest and most energetic youths in her clan. No clan. She'd never been in a clan before Breezeclan. She hadn't even heard of them before they came to the basin. Her interest had been caught, and that was where she first began to learn through rumors. Do not question why she seems to know so many of their rituals despite having spent so little time among the clans. Do not question why she knows all the best stories, all the old rivalries, all of their tricks and schemes. She will not answer. All you need to know about Tornpelt is that she wants to do what is best for her clan, whatever clan that might be. THREAD TRACKER This section is not necessary, but is provided if a member wishes to keep track of the threads that this character participates in. | ooc info  ☆ NAME☆ Maple ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS☆ Starlingfur Birchtail Cherrykit |