Pineneedle

[Ryuuguu Rena ; x]

Name: Pineneedle
Age: 16 Moons
Gender: Shecat
Rank: Deputy
Clan: MoonClan
Breed: Click Here for Picture
Personality:

Pineneedle has a sassy-like personality. She dislikes being talked about when she doesn't know what it's about. This sometimes leads to trouble because sometimes its good, but she thinks its bad. She is very sarcastic, you can't take her seriously. Unless her tone is serious, and that happens sometimes. Her attitude is a big problem starter, people usually call her a half-clan because her mother was a rouge and her father was clan-born. She gets mad easily when people talk about her mother, the only reason she isn't with her mother is because her mother got hit by a monster near a Thunderpath. She sometimes feels pangs of sadness and she wants to run away and hide. She is a good listener and understands problems of what other people are going through, she sometimes sits alone at night and watches the stars. Despite her mixed emotions, Pineneedle is very kind and respectful. Don't believe me? Just go up to her and ask her a stupid question, she would reply to it in the most reasonable answer possible and no spit and say: "What kind of stupid question is that?!" Unless she is angry, don't go near her when she is angry. When she is angry, she will argue and snap at anyone who comes near. She is very sensitive and can get mad or upset easy. Upseting Pineneedle is like shoving your head in a wasp's nest full of wasps, you mess with the bull you get the horns.

Apperance:

Pineneedle is a dirty white color with tints of light silver flecks on her nose. Her eye color is green and brown, the brown and green are mixed together like flickers of fire. Her fur is soft, but it isn't long so she doesn't like cold seasons a lot. Her paws are covered in semi-dark splotches and they look like tiny pine needles raining down on her legs. Her tail has a very faint spiral that swirls down to the end of the tail and the start of the tail. Her fur doesn't blend into the snow because of her gray flecks and the dirty looking color of her pelt. Even though her fur looks like she has dirt on it, she is actually very well groomed. Some say that when she was younger, she was part of a giant forest fire and got permanent smoke damage to her fur. Others say she got hit by a falling star, and the silver dust from the star rubbed off on her. She has denied all of these rumors and said that her mother was pure white and her father was light silver, meaning she became silver, gray, and white.

History:

When Pineneedles was a newborn, she lived with her mother. One day when Pineneedle's mother, Blossom, was out hunting she was running to catch a squirrel near the Windclan border, when a twoleg monster hit her while she was chasing it across the thunderpath. Alone and hungry, Pineneedle padded through the over growth. She came across the Windclan border and that's when she saw her father, Silverlight, looking at her dead mother's corpse. Fear and terror, she squealed loudly. Silverlight noticed the small sound and turned his head to see Pineneedle. He raced over to her a sniffed her, "You are my kit. ." He said as he picked up the kit and took them to the others. The camp life was scary, she didn't know any of the cats and she didn't like all the new smells. She was on high alert in case danger came. She was told to suckle a queen she didn't know. She was so hungry, her only option was to eat or die. Slowly, she adjusted to the life of the clan and became an apprenitce at six moons. After she became an apprenitce, her father announced that he was the kits father and he had fallen in love with a rouge. He said he was ashamed of himself and left the clan, no one had seen him since. Saddened and full of greif, she carried on her apprenitce trainings and duties. She found it sometimes hard to keep up with all of her apprenitce duties and training and border patrols, but she managed to survive. She was going to make her mother and father proud of her, where ever they might be. She vowed to do all she can and try her best for them to feel like she was worthy of being called a clan cat and no one could stop her. Then one night, another clan attacked the camp. She was outraged as some of them sneered: "Half Clan!" She fought like all of mighty Tigerclan to avenge what they called her, she showed them even though she wasn't full clan she could fight like a warrior. After the battle, under the full moon, the clan leader gave her her warrior name. She was named Pineneedle because of her fighting skills, they were quick and caused damage like a prickly needle. She sat vigual that night, feeling that for the first time in her life. She actually acomplished something that would make her mother and father proud.

RPG Example:

Pineneedle padded around the clearing, she allowed a yawn to pass through her mouth. It was sunhigh and she was heading twards the fresh kill pile. It was pitifuly small, and there was only a few. Enough to take to the elders, she decided to take a small mouse from the pile and pad over to a log. She then thought that she would go hunting, but alone. She padded out of the camp entrance. She began to sprint to a small clearing, she opened her mouth and tasted the air. Mouse! She said to herself. She got into a hunter's crouch and followed the scent. She saw the mouse nibbling on a tiny seed, she slowly crept forward. When she was a few tail-lengths away, she pounced. She felt the flesh in her paws, she quickly bit the mouse's throat. She silently thanked Starclan for her piece of prey. She dug her claws into the soft, cold earth and made a small hole. She inserted the mouse into the hole and embed the mouse into it. She then went on for her hunt. At the end of the day she caught two mice and one shrew. She then padded over to the warrior's den, after making sure everyone in the clan was fed. She curled up into a little ball and began to dream of where the forest was full of prey and life and every clan was happy. There was no war, there was no depression, and there was no death. She was free from sickness and darkness, there was no burden on her shoulders. She then woke up to see that the camp was on fire. She quickly sprang up. She was lucky it was only a small fire. She began to kick dust over it, other warrior's joined in. Soon the fire was out and the clan was safe, but the question was. For how long?

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