Post by Spiderleap on Aug 25, 2016 1:06:09 GMT -6
SHADOWCLAn
SPIDERLEAP
AGE
36 Moons
GENDER
Female
RANK
Warrior
APPEARANCE
At present her appearance would personify the very word 'shadow'. Stealth defines her. Acting as her niche and one that became apparent from an early age. Spiderleap's pelt is a sleek, inky black with not a single wayward strand of white to be seen.. An immaculate asset when hunting and prowling under cover of night. Her body is less built and suited more for graceful movement than shows of force; unlike many of her kin. Her tail, long and thin - the fur tamed and tapered to single point - is essential for the shows of agility that is her namesake.
She's a slight taller than most she-cats of her age and more often than not she's been told her bearing is more akin to a cat of WindClan; much to her chagrin. Within all the ebony fur, her eyes are without a doubt her most defining asset and tends to be the most notable trait upon a first meeting. A bright and lively orange that pierces through the darkness. Albeit a bit unnerving in pigment, they tend to possess a spirited glint; almost amiable in nature that defers from the belief that she's a secluded and unapproachable female.
PERSONALITY
First and fore-mostly Spiderleap is loyal. To herself that is. This she-cat, while devoted to her clan, is very self-serving in other matters not relating to the clan. The looming threat of the biting sickness and the likelihood that any cat could easily be cast from their home has lead her to develop a sense of selfish independence as a coping method to protect herself; should she ever succumb to the same fate. She has the capability to be cold and relentless; it's just not something she brings to light frequently. There's a time and a place.
Her personality is very much akin to a kit or apprentice in it's whimsical and almost childish displays. Spiderleap finds joy in acting playful, outgoing and wild; saying whatever comes to mind. It only makes what volatile attributes she possesses all the more unnerving in contrast. Beneath the carefree persona she's rather reserved and takes care in who she confides in. Trust isn't something so easily gained in Spiderleap's perspective and she doesn't take kindly in the assumption that her's in owed to anyone.
Under her claws prey seems to suffer just that little bit more. Perhaps to exhibit a stance of power, Spiderleap's not too sure of the reasoning herself. Nor does she dwell on it; or what others think of her for it. Perhaps it's because she likes to exhibit her skill in such manners, confident in her evasive and covert methods. Vain is a word sometimes associated with her after seeing the pride she takes in her appearance however the she-cat has no qualms about getting down and dirty; she'd just rather...not.
HISTORY
Spiderkit's mother sparingly displayed affection to her kit. Maplefur's heart was hurting and not even the arrival of her new kit could sooth the aching because her other two kits - the ones who so resembled herself in markings and colour alike - were dead. Instead she'd been left with the reminder of her exiled mate every time she cast a glance at such murky fur. The animosity only continued when the orange pigment began to fill her once kit-blue eyes. Spiderkit was left wondering what she did wrong to make her mother act so cold toward her, secretly eyeing the other kits with envy during her attempts to repair a relationship doomed from the start; to no avail.
Becoming Spiderpaw led to her first taste of parental affection in the form of her mentor Applefang. Having become withdrawn in her youth the older male succeeded in cracking the insecure, silent shell she'd erected to shield her feelings from her decrepit mother who spared no opportunity in making known that she disliked her one and only kit. As the moons passed she became more comfortable expressing herself, socializing. Under Applefang's guidance she found her proficiency in agility and stealth which made her feel more valued than ever. At some point in her apprenticeship she began to develop feelings for her mentor.
Rejection hurt. His rejection hurt. Far more than anything Maplefur had ever done in the duration of Spiderpaw's life. It was a numb feeling. The blood in her body turning to ice yet making her feel as though she were burning from the inside out all at once; was that how a broken hearth felt? It must have been. It wasn't a feeling she wanted to experience ever again. For Applefang there was another cat who held his affections. She masked her pain with smiles and an upbeat attitude. Acting civil with him, as though nothing had ever happened that would change their relationship. Yet she would never forget the needless cruelty she inflicted on her prey during the following hunt. She would never forget liking it as much as she did.
It wasn't unforseen. Such events had become so very common now. The biting sickness had taken so many; what was a few more. Her old mentor was among those few and Spiderleap found herself tasked with looking out for her old mentor's kit. Why? Why should she? What obligation did she hold to it? Kits were the future of the clan true enough. It's thriving future was something the she-cat oped for. But Spiderleap wasn't going to expend effort in caring for a kit that should have been hers in the first place.
Foxkit. He looked just like her. Spiderleap's mother. It was in the moment she glared down at them. just as Maplefur had done so to her, that Spiderleap realized how hypocritical she was being in her actions. Shortly after their birth their mother had fallen to greencough, and with no adequate medicine cat it was left untreated and slowly but surely progressed to death. The two orphaned kits had been taken on by another queen in the camp; yet something kept prompting the black-furred female to visit. A mother she wasn't, that honor went to the queen - Hollynose - who was caring for him. Even so, Spiderleap soon fell into the role of older sister to the overeager kit who spent more time picking fights with his tail than listening to his elders. Spiderleap spent more time looking over his shoulder making sure he didn't hurt himself than anything else.
Foxpaw's mentor hadn't been her. Although she understood the odds of favouritism given the circumstances; not to mention her own mannerisms painted her in an immature light. It didn't deter her disappointment. Honestly, who would have been better suited to teach the youngster than her, even if she was a little green around the ears herself; surely she had more experience than that cowardly Tipheart. The tomcat could barely stand to look her in the eye, how could he care for a youngster as energetic as Foxpaw. In the end his cowardice became his own undoing and left Foxpaw mentor-less. How unfortunate.
SEXUALITY
Demisexual.
36 Moons
GENDER
Female
RANK
Warrior
APPEARANCE
At present her appearance would personify the very word 'shadow'. Stealth defines her. Acting as her niche and one that became apparent from an early age. Spiderleap's pelt is a sleek, inky black with not a single wayward strand of white to be seen.. An immaculate asset when hunting and prowling under cover of night. Her body is less built and suited more for graceful movement than shows of force; unlike many of her kin. Her tail, long and thin - the fur tamed and tapered to single point - is essential for the shows of agility that is her namesake.
She's a slight taller than most she-cats of her age and more often than not she's been told her bearing is more akin to a cat of WindClan; much to her chagrin. Within all the ebony fur, her eyes are without a doubt her most defining asset and tends to be the most notable trait upon a first meeting. A bright and lively orange that pierces through the darkness. Albeit a bit unnerving in pigment, they tend to possess a spirited glint; almost amiable in nature that defers from the belief that she's a secluded and unapproachable female.
PERSONALITY
First and fore-mostly Spiderleap is loyal. To herself that is. This she-cat, while devoted to her clan, is very self-serving in other matters not relating to the clan. The looming threat of the biting sickness and the likelihood that any cat could easily be cast from their home has lead her to develop a sense of selfish independence as a coping method to protect herself; should she ever succumb to the same fate. She has the capability to be cold and relentless; it's just not something she brings to light frequently. There's a time and a place.
Her personality is very much akin to a kit or apprentice in it's whimsical and almost childish displays. Spiderleap finds joy in acting playful, outgoing and wild; saying whatever comes to mind. It only makes what volatile attributes she possesses all the more unnerving in contrast. Beneath the carefree persona she's rather reserved and takes care in who she confides in. Trust isn't something so easily gained in Spiderleap's perspective and she doesn't take kindly in the assumption that her's in owed to anyone.
Under her claws prey seems to suffer just that little bit more. Perhaps to exhibit a stance of power, Spiderleap's not too sure of the reasoning herself. Nor does she dwell on it; or what others think of her for it. Perhaps it's because she likes to exhibit her skill in such manners, confident in her evasive and covert methods. Vain is a word sometimes associated with her after seeing the pride she takes in her appearance however the she-cat has no qualms about getting down and dirty; she'd just rather...not.
HISTORY
Spiderkit's mother sparingly displayed affection to her kit. Maplefur's heart was hurting and not even the arrival of her new kit could sooth the aching because her other two kits - the ones who so resembled herself in markings and colour alike - were dead. Instead she'd been left with the reminder of her exiled mate every time she cast a glance at such murky fur. The animosity only continued when the orange pigment began to fill her once kit-blue eyes. Spiderkit was left wondering what she did wrong to make her mother act so cold toward her, secretly eyeing the other kits with envy during her attempts to repair a relationship doomed from the start; to no avail.
Becoming Spiderpaw led to her first taste of parental affection in the form of her mentor Applefang. Having become withdrawn in her youth the older male succeeded in cracking the insecure, silent shell she'd erected to shield her feelings from her decrepit mother who spared no opportunity in making known that she disliked her one and only kit. As the moons passed she became more comfortable expressing herself, socializing. Under Applefang's guidance she found her proficiency in agility and stealth which made her feel more valued than ever. At some point in her apprenticeship she began to develop feelings for her mentor.
Rejection hurt. His rejection hurt. Far more than anything Maplefur had ever done in the duration of Spiderpaw's life. It was a numb feeling. The blood in her body turning to ice yet making her feel as though she were burning from the inside out all at once; was that how a broken hearth felt? It must have been. It wasn't a feeling she wanted to experience ever again. For Applefang there was another cat who held his affections. She masked her pain with smiles and an upbeat attitude. Acting civil with him, as though nothing had ever happened that would change their relationship. Yet she would never forget the needless cruelty she inflicted on her prey during the following hunt. She would never forget liking it as much as she did.
It wasn't unforseen. Such events had become so very common now. The biting sickness had taken so many; what was a few more. Her old mentor was among those few and Spiderleap found herself tasked with looking out for her old mentor's kit. Why? Why should she? What obligation did she hold to it? Kits were the future of the clan true enough. It's thriving future was something the she-cat oped for. But Spiderleap wasn't going to expend effort in caring for a kit that should have been hers in the first place.
Foxkit. He looked just like her. Spiderleap's mother. It was in the moment she glared down at them. just as Maplefur had done so to her, that Spiderleap realized how hypocritical she was being in her actions. Shortly after their birth their mother had fallen to greencough, and with no adequate medicine cat it was left untreated and slowly but surely progressed to death. The two orphaned kits had been taken on by another queen in the camp; yet something kept prompting the black-furred female to visit. A mother she wasn't, that honor went to the queen - Hollynose - who was caring for him. Even so, Spiderleap soon fell into the role of older sister to the overeager kit who spent more time picking fights with his tail than listening to his elders. Spiderleap spent more time looking over his shoulder making sure he didn't hurt himself than anything else.
Foxpaw's mentor hadn't been her. Although she understood the odds of favouritism given the circumstances; not to mention her own mannerisms painted her in an immature light. It didn't deter her disappointment. Honestly, who would have been better suited to teach the youngster than her, even if she was a little green around the ears herself; surely she had more experience than that cowardly Tipheart. The tomcat could barely stand to look her in the eye, how could he care for a youngster as energetic as Foxpaw. In the end his cowardice became his own undoing and left Foxpaw mentor-less. How unfortunate.
SEXUALITY
Demisexual.
