Post by Goldenflower on Sept 11, 2016 23:21:06 GMT -6
WindClan
Goldenflower
AGE
120 Moons
GENDER
Female
RANK
Elder
APPEARANCE
A orange tabby she-cat with light blue eyes. Once upon a time Goldenflower was beautiful, a sight to behold by many WindClanners, of course those who remember those days are either gone or elders themselves but still it was once true. Goldenflower now has grown a little wider around the belly area, a common thing to happen when one is as old as her, her fur isn't as healthy as it once was but she doesn't take much time to groom it anymore. She carries small scars, the most noticeable is one on her face from a rabbit that had nearly torn her eye out and it was that injury that caused Goldenflower to accept her elder position.
PERSONALITY
Goldenflower is probably the oldest living cat in WindClan, that is something she takes great pride in and even though age and all the hardships of life had changed her(once there was a beautiful she-cat with nothing but stars in her eyes, kind words on her tongue, a skip in her step but that was so long ago that no one probably remembers) she is a little more bitter, a little more cold-hearted towards others but nonetheless she is full of knowledge about so many things and wishes, without a doubt, that she can be of a little bit of use to her beloved Clan. She looks upon the new leader, deputy, and medicine cat and is worried by their worries. She had long ago expected StarClan to have taken her, letting her rejoin all those that she lost, everyone that she misses so dearly but she has work that is yet to be completed and she supposes that maybe if she can just pass on some knowledge to her Clan one last time then she may rest in peace.
She is an old cat with a mission in her life, to be a rock for her clan but at times her age can affect her mind, her memory, her personality even and she finds herself staring off into space much more often then she ever has and at times feels like she can see star pelted cats in the corner of her eyes. A trick of the mind, she tells herself, old age getting to her but sometime soon StarClan will probably send for her.
HISTORY
It has been such a long life, does the beginning even matter? Can she even remember so far into her life? It was the same as anyone, she was born and had two siblings that were born with her, Redkit and Hawkkit who grew up to become Redfur and Hawkclaw and died long before her, one from sickness and the other in the heat of battle where she was certain he wanted to die in. None became old, none of them lived long enough to see the horrible sickness that plagued the Clans and left them in this position and Goldenflower doesn't know if that is a shame or something to be grateful for. Either way, most of her family has long since passed and the only one that is surviving and thriving in WindClan is the senior warrior Redfeather(her nephew who was named after his father) and his kits Hollyleap and Gingertail. It was nice to see someone from her family living on, and often she wishes it could have been her but it simply wasn't meant to be...not that there wasn't time it just was not in the plan for her.
She has lost two mates in her long life, one was a kithood friend of hers that she grew up with, became an apprentice with, fought beside as a warrior and trusted with everything. He was everything to her, he had her heart and soul all in his paws and when he died, when he was taken from her there was so much that was lost in that moment. All the long talks they had, the plans for the future, the kits that would run around them and he would play Badger with...it all vanished in a single, horrifying moment that even to this day can leave Goldenflower breathless. She had wailed to the sky, to StarClan, heartbroken and torn apart as she gripped his motionless body and begged him to come back, don't leave her, 'Oh StarClan please don't leave.' and Windclan had let her grieve, had taken their steps back and let her be alone. Goldenflower was alone for so long, had let herself grieve her whole life away until it barely mattered anymore. After a while her grieving became silent, it didn't stop her from taking an apprentice, from hunting and protecting her Clan, it didn't stop anything but her own happiness.
The second mate was when she was nearing her elder days, when her muscles ached and her pelt was starting to slowly lose its luster but her heart was something akin to healed and for the first time in a long time she was okay again. He was the step to making her feel that way, Ravenstep was handsome and warm and though he was not her first mate he was still important to her and brought her back to something like how to was. He made her feel important, someone who was special again and though she was much to old for kits it didn't matter because they were happy together. Of course she couldn't say that she really lost Ravenstep, perhaps he was still alive because he had left the Clan of his own accord when the Great March happened. He had asked her to go with him, but he knew that it was difficult for her, her old age made moving so far impossible and though she wished she could go she was left behind and watched as he left, leading the other sick cats out. He had always been brave, twenty or so moons younger than herself as well so even though he was old he still was able to move more than herself. Goldenflower stayed, watching as WindClan fell apart, broken at the seems and trying to fix itself back up.
Old age is not kind, it is not a gentle thing to deal with but Goldenflower has entered into nearly unknown territory with her age at this point and so all she is waiting for is for WindClan to be alright, expect this grumpy, bitter elder to be wandering around camp and scolding all the youngsters into making good choices. She will do all she can to help her clan, even as an elder she has to be able to do something right? Offer advice, give knowledge, she could even teach them the things she has learned in her long life. She is much older than most of WindClan after all.
SEXUALITY
Hetero
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Only applicable to those applying for leadership-related positions (leader, deputy, medicine cat). The sample must feature your cat and be at least 250 words long. Your cat should in some way display some of its personality in the roleplay. You are free to create a fictional situation.
120 Moons
GENDER
Female
RANK
Elder
APPEARANCE
A orange tabby she-cat with light blue eyes. Once upon a time Goldenflower was beautiful, a sight to behold by many WindClanners, of course those who remember those days are either gone or elders themselves but still it was once true. Goldenflower now has grown a little wider around the belly area, a common thing to happen when one is as old as her, her fur isn't as healthy as it once was but she doesn't take much time to groom it anymore. She carries small scars, the most noticeable is one on her face from a rabbit that had nearly torn her eye out and it was that injury that caused Goldenflower to accept her elder position.
PERSONALITY
Goldenflower is probably the oldest living cat in WindClan, that is something she takes great pride in and even though age and all the hardships of life had changed her(once there was a beautiful she-cat with nothing but stars in her eyes, kind words on her tongue, a skip in her step but that was so long ago that no one probably remembers) she is a little more bitter, a little more cold-hearted towards others but nonetheless she is full of knowledge about so many things and wishes, without a doubt, that she can be of a little bit of use to her beloved Clan. She looks upon the new leader, deputy, and medicine cat and is worried by their worries. She had long ago expected StarClan to have taken her, letting her rejoin all those that she lost, everyone that she misses so dearly but she has work that is yet to be completed and she supposes that maybe if she can just pass on some knowledge to her Clan one last time then she may rest in peace.
She is an old cat with a mission in her life, to be a rock for her clan but at times her age can affect her mind, her memory, her personality even and she finds herself staring off into space much more often then she ever has and at times feels like she can see star pelted cats in the corner of her eyes. A trick of the mind, she tells herself, old age getting to her but sometime soon StarClan will probably send for her.
HISTORY
It has been such a long life, does the beginning even matter? Can she even remember so far into her life? It was the same as anyone, she was born and had two siblings that were born with her, Redkit and Hawkkit who grew up to become Redfur and Hawkclaw and died long before her, one from sickness and the other in the heat of battle where she was certain he wanted to die in. None became old, none of them lived long enough to see the horrible sickness that plagued the Clans and left them in this position and Goldenflower doesn't know if that is a shame or something to be grateful for. Either way, most of her family has long since passed and the only one that is surviving and thriving in WindClan is the senior warrior Redfeather(her nephew who was named after his father) and his kits Hollyleap and Gingertail. It was nice to see someone from her family living on, and often she wishes it could have been her but it simply wasn't meant to be...not that there wasn't time it just was not in the plan for her.
She has lost two mates in her long life, one was a kithood friend of hers that she grew up with, became an apprentice with, fought beside as a warrior and trusted with everything. He was everything to her, he had her heart and soul all in his paws and when he died, when he was taken from her there was so much that was lost in that moment. All the long talks they had, the plans for the future, the kits that would run around them and he would play Badger with...it all vanished in a single, horrifying moment that even to this day can leave Goldenflower breathless. She had wailed to the sky, to StarClan, heartbroken and torn apart as she gripped his motionless body and begged him to come back, don't leave her, 'Oh StarClan please don't leave.' and Windclan had let her grieve, had taken their steps back and let her be alone. Goldenflower was alone for so long, had let herself grieve her whole life away until it barely mattered anymore. After a while her grieving became silent, it didn't stop her from taking an apprentice, from hunting and protecting her Clan, it didn't stop anything but her own happiness.
The second mate was when she was nearing her elder days, when her muscles ached and her pelt was starting to slowly lose its luster but her heart was something akin to healed and for the first time in a long time she was okay again. He was the step to making her feel that way, Ravenstep was handsome and warm and though he was not her first mate he was still important to her and brought her back to something like how to was. He made her feel important, someone who was special again and though she was much to old for kits it didn't matter because they were happy together. Of course she couldn't say that she really lost Ravenstep, perhaps he was still alive because he had left the Clan of his own accord when the Great March happened. He had asked her to go with him, but he knew that it was difficult for her, her old age made moving so far impossible and though she wished she could go she was left behind and watched as he left, leading the other sick cats out. He had always been brave, twenty or so moons younger than herself as well so even though he was old he still was able to move more than herself. Goldenflower stayed, watching as WindClan fell apart, broken at the seems and trying to fix itself back up.
Old age is not kind, it is not a gentle thing to deal with but Goldenflower has entered into nearly unknown territory with her age at this point and so all she is waiting for is for WindClan to be alright, expect this grumpy, bitter elder to be wandering around camp and scolding all the youngsters into making good choices. She will do all she can to help her clan, even as an elder she has to be able to do something right? Offer advice, give knowledge, she could even teach them the things she has learned in her long life. She is much older than most of WindClan after all.
SEXUALITY
Hetero
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Only applicable to those applying for leadership-related positions (leader, deputy, medicine cat). The sample must feature your cat and be at least 250 words long. Your cat should in some way display some of its personality in the roleplay. You are free to create a fictional situation.
