Post by wizardbones on Jul 25, 2020 7:12:34 GMT -6
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[attr="class","appHEADER"]spiderleg
[attr="class","appTAG"]@spider - (a lithe, angular seal point she-cat.)
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| 24 MOONS | FEMALE | BI ACE | WINDCLAN | WARRIOR |
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[attr="class","appCATEGORY"]TRAITS
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| + patient + gentle + hard-working + cooperative + tolerant | - insecure - passive - weak-willed - scatterbrained - self-destructive |
[attr="class","appCATEGORY"]PERSONALITY
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[attr="class","appFIELD"]Spiderleg knows that her clanmates aren't going to just toss her out to fend for herself when she makes a mistake on a hunt or some social misstep. Realistically, she knows this, and can be frequently heard reassuring herself of this under her breath whenever she inevitably does one or the other. Will this knowledge deter her from freaking out whenever she messes something up? Absolutely not! There's a reason Spiderleg looks particularly scrawny compared to her generally lean clanmates. She'll get herself worked up over some perceived issue, generally a minor one, and will go off her freshkill until she either relaxes enough to eat again or someone makes her. After an incident or issue that she sees as being her fault, be it really or just how she's seeing the situation, she'll throw herself into her duties with fervor. Need another set of paws for that patrol at an ungodly hour? There's Spiderleg! Pulled something yesterday and can't take your apprentice out? Spiderleg'll do it! Desperately want out of camp for at least a couple of hours after having been stuck in the nursery for a couple of moons? Kitsitter Spiderleg to the rescue! She /knows/ that, even without the issues surrounding, y'know, her whole deal, she's on pretty thin ice with more traditionally minded, conservative cats. Not only is her parentage dubious, it's highly likely her mother left WindClan willingly, without warning or formalities, rather than be taken against her will or killed. If Webwhisker's loyalties were so tenuous, then why couldn't her daughter's be the same?
Spiderleg thrives on positive feedback in pretty much all forms. She gets so bogged down in how she thinks others see her and how she sees herself that she genuinely forgets that she's actually a competent warrior. Give her a little reassurance or compliment and she'll ride the emotional high from it for days. In addition to that sweet, sweet karma from making her week, you'll have made yourself a loyal friend.
When she isn't actively engaged in some task, Spiderleg is usually off in her own little world. Maybe she's admiring the blooming heather or how glittery that beetle's shell is; wondering whether those clouds off in the distance really are any darker than the last time she checked and, oh, they are and it's going to rain; or maybe she's checked out mentally, just vibing in a nice, warm sunbeam or in a particularly soft patch of grass. This makes her particularly easy to startle, even accidentally, resulting in a great deal of flailing paws, fluffed fur, and shrill yowling.
Spiderleg thrives on positive feedback in pretty much all forms. She gets so bogged down in how she thinks others see her and how she sees herself that she genuinely forgets that she's actually a competent warrior. Give her a little reassurance or compliment and she'll ride the emotional high from it for days. In addition to that sweet, sweet karma from making her week, you'll have made yourself a loyal friend.
When she isn't actively engaged in some task, Spiderleg is usually off in her own little world. Maybe she's admiring the blooming heather or how glittery that beetle's shell is; wondering whether those clouds off in the distance really are any darker than the last time she checked and, oh, they are and it's going to rain; or maybe she's checked out mentally, just vibing in a nice, warm sunbeam or in a particularly soft patch of grass. This makes her particularly easy to startle, even accidentally, resulting in a great deal of flailing paws, fluffed fur, and shrill yowling.
[attr="class","appCATEGORY"]HISTORY
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[attr="class","appFIELD"]When Webwhisker's growing belly became too much to hide, she was forced to sheepishly announce her pregnancy and retire to the nursery. While her clanmates were overjoyed by the prospect of a new litter, the news raised a few (metaphorical) eyebrows. Who, exactly, had fathered these kits? The newly minted warrior wasn't particularly close to any toms among them, and as the time passed no mated pairs stepped up to claim her as their surrogate. While some stuck to the old wisdom that a litter's sire was no business but their mother's, others gladly worked the rumor mill. Had she been seduced by some charming loner? become disillusioned by clan life and was slowly falling in with a rogue? or - gasp! worst of all! - in an illicit romance with a tom from another clan? The wagging tongues never got their answer. Webwhisker delivered a single she-kit, milky white with the faint promises of color at her points - remarkable, if not for the fact that such coloring was fairly common in the she-cat's family tree. Little Spiderkit's growth gave no clues either. Her points darkened to her grandmother's rich brown-black, and her kittenish roundness swiftly gave way to the sleek, lean build typical of WindClan-blooded cats.
Spiderkit managed to build tentative friendships with the other kits in her age group. While they picked up more than they let on of the rumors surrounding the she-kit and her mother, they hadn't yet learned to care about such things. Besides, Spiderkit was great at playing a mouse in their mock hunts, or just to spook in general. She just enjoyed the attention, even if it wasn't always terribly positive. Her own mother seemed... sad. Webwhisker was dutiful mother, keeping her daughter clean and fed, but only what little of her heart Spiderkit took up was in WindClan. The rest of it was elsewhere, wherever it was that the she-cat saw when she stared off into the distance.
Her apprenticeship ceremony seemed to snap that maternal tether. Spiderpaw bounded back into camp that next day after training, eager to tell Webwhisker all about it, only to learn that she was gone. Her trail led to the thunderpath. There she'd met a handful of cats. No signs of a struggle, no traces of other clans' scents, and no body to be found. Her mother's disappearance shook Spiderpaw to the core. Those friends that didn't pull away from her she pushed away herself. She blamed herself for Webwhisker's apparent desertion, and the idea that some part of her could have pushed her mother to abandon all she'd known wounded her. Her training suffered for it. That it reached the point where her apprenticeship was extended another two moons only worsened her shame and guilt.
Finally receiving her full name was an immense relief. Tens moons later, though, and she's still laboring under the same negativity she heaped on her own narrow shoulders as an apprentice.
Spiderkit managed to build tentative friendships with the other kits in her age group. While they picked up more than they let on of the rumors surrounding the she-kit and her mother, they hadn't yet learned to care about such things. Besides, Spiderkit was great at playing a mouse in their mock hunts, or just to spook in general. She just enjoyed the attention, even if it wasn't always terribly positive. Her own mother seemed... sad. Webwhisker was dutiful mother, keeping her daughter clean and fed, but only what little of her heart Spiderkit took up was in WindClan. The rest of it was elsewhere, wherever it was that the she-cat saw when she stared off into the distance.
Her apprenticeship ceremony seemed to snap that maternal tether. Spiderpaw bounded back into camp that next day after training, eager to tell Webwhisker all about it, only to learn that she was gone. Her trail led to the thunderpath. There she'd met a handful of cats. No signs of a struggle, no traces of other clans' scents, and no body to be found. Her mother's disappearance shook Spiderpaw to the core. Those friends that didn't pull away from her she pushed away herself. She blamed herself for Webwhisker's apparent desertion, and the idea that some part of her could have pushed her mother to abandon all she'd known wounded her. Her training suffered for it. That it reached the point where her apprenticeship was extended another two moons only worsened her shame and guilt.
Finally receiving her full name was an immense relief. Tens moons later, though, and she's still laboring under the same negativity she heaped on her own narrow shoulders as an apprentice.
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| PREFIX; following familial naming traditions | SUFFIX; for her leggy build |
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| wizardbones | |
| AGE -- 23 | PRONOUNS -- SHE/HER, THEY/THEM |
| TIME ZONE -- CST | CONTACT |
[attr="class","appOOCfield"]family: - webwhisker, mother, presumed deserter, unknown status -- waspwing, maternal grandmother, windclan, status tbd -- shrikepelt, maternal grandfather, windclan, status tbd - unknown father, unknown status | |
