Post by mortimer on Mar 29, 2017 22:12:12 GMT
[li]Name-[/li]
Sorrelsky
Sorrel; her rich cinnamon fur.
-sky; her role as a Skywatcher.
[li]Age-[/li]
20 moons
[li]Rank-[/li]
Skywachter apprentice
[li]Clan-[/li]
WaveClan
[li]Description-[/li]
A foreign cinnamon classic tabby she-cat with copper eyes.
[li]Appearance-[/li]
Sorrelsky is a tall, lanky she-cat cat. Her cinnamon striped fur grows in with a long double-cat, helping her stay warm in the big, open territory of WaveClan, and drying quickly after exiting water. Her long limbs and fur create a very “flowy” appearance when she is in motion, like running water. Unlike most adult warriors, she has a minimal amount of scars. While the first few moons of her apprenticeship were normal, she was quickly apprenticed to the senior Skywatcher after the old senior Skywatcher died and their apprentice took over. Sorrelsky’s face is an elegant wedge-shape, with gentle sloping features and large ears. If not for her position as Skywatcher, she would have been a good candidate for the -face suffix.
[li]Personality-[/li]
Sorrelsky is a gentle-natured, well-spoken individual. Unless disturbed, she radiates a gentle calmness and warmth. She is not outspoken, but takes a keen interest in those around her. While she prefers to let other cats take center stage, she greatly enjoys being in large groups, although her duties as a Skywatcher limit her social time. She's very quiet, speaking only a few carefully chosen words when she does speak. This is not done out of any kind of social anxiety; Sorrelsky places value on saying exactly what she means, and not overwhelming other cats with too many words at once. Others might initially mistake her quietness as coldness or disinterest, but this is simply Sorrelsky's nature. Sorrelsky spends most of her time roaming WaveClan territory with her mentor, and has gained a great appreciation for silence and solitude. But in turn, the many hours she spends with either her mentor or on her lonesome make her even more grateful for the moments she is able to share with her friends and family.
Sorrelsky uses politeness to navigate most social situations, and as a way of keep other cats at a comfortable emotional distance. She’s politely interested in other cats, she has polite things to say, but has an aversion to showing her hand, so to speak. She values her manners, but Sorrelsky is also afraid of emotional intimacy. She has trouble believing that others will be able to understand her, both because of her heritage and her role as the clan Skywatcher.
Sorrelsky also is very afraid of Twolegs. She finds their strange ways incredibly unsettling, and wants nothing to do with them or their brainwashed kittypets. Sorrelsky is not one who likes to share her insecurities and fears. Unless they guess from observing her behavior, many of her clanmates may be none the wiser about her Twoleg fear.
[li]History-[/li]
Sorrelkit caused quite a stir when she was brought to WaveClan. While her mother, Trout, was once a WaveClan cat, Trout had offered her kit as a way to make amends for her departure from WaveClan. Sorrelkit grew up in the warm embrace of Bluetwhisker and her three adoptive siblings. Her family never deceived her about her origins, but she never felt alienated as a kit. She had two mothers. Lovely Bluetwhisker, who showered her with love, and the mysterious Trout, who she had never met, but heard many a tale of.
Skateface was her father, but also her uncle? When he spoke of Trout, he seemed sad, but happy at the same time. Sorrelkit spent little time pondering the nature of her family. Sorrelkit was a reasonably adventurous kit, spending her days exploring within the safety of the camp and nagging queens or elders to entertain her.
As Sorrelkit grew older, she became more withdrawn than the most of her peers. Initially, the medicine cats were eyeing her as a potential successor, but it soon became clear Sorrelkit was only incidentally interesting in healing. All new things were interesting to a kit.
Sorrelkit enjoyed spying on the Skywatchers when she spotted them in camp. Their role felt mysterious to her, even more so than that of a medicine cat, for she saw them in camp only rarely, whereas at least one medicine cat milled about at all hours. She pestered them with questions about cats- why are toms toms, why was she a tom, how long could she go without sleep before dying, were there really birds big enough to eat her?
Sorrelpaw and her siblings were all made apprentices together, but they that point, Sorrelpaw had become somewhat distant from her adopted siblings. She adored her father-uncle, but looking at her siblings only made her think about her mother, somewhere outside of WaveClan. Living in a barn, eating barn prey, away from StarClan and all of her family. What kind of cat had the father-that-she-never-heard-about been like? She couldn’t imagine a cat good enough to be worth leaving WaveClan for.
Sorrelpaw ended up bonding with the handful of other half-clan or non clanborn cats in WaveClan’s ranks. She rarely was mistreated for her origins, outside of a snide remark here or there, but others like her seemed to get it better.
Sorrelpaw performed well in warrior training. While her reflexes in combat training left much to be desired, she was a competent hunter, especially of fish and other prey that dwelled in the water. She was also fleet of foot, able to outpace most of her peers in races. While Sorrelpaw was not a gloater, she gained a reputation as “that weird quiet cat who you can never beat in a race, ever.” She continuously surprised herself with her own small victories; somewhere in her heart, she had worried that her mother’s desertion of WaveClan might have made Sorrelpaw weak. But Sorrelpaw was growing into her own cat.
One day, Trout showed up in camp.
Whispers filled the camp as every cat turned to look. Sorrelpaw froze, hunched over a half-eaten fish she had been sharing with an apprentice friend.
”Hello. I heard how well you’ve been doing, and I wanted to come meet you.” Trout’s voice was steady and polite, but a touch of warmth crept in. Slowly, Sorrelpaw rose to her feet, and the two touched noses.
Her mother- her mother- let out a soft purr. Sorrelpaw felt frozen- should she be happy? Sad?
She didn’t know.
After some awkward small talk, Trout assured Sorrelpaw that she could visit whenever she wanted to. She mentioned that her mate, Horseshoe, was eager to meet her. ”We’re both very proud of you.”
Sorrelpaw let the offer sit. She focused on her training, perhaps trying a little harder than before to forget about Trout. She didn’t want to leave a single doubt in any WaveClan cat’s mind where her loyalties lay.
In hurricane season, a deadly storm swept through the coast. There was little warning for the average cat; the sky was clear, and the day before was remarkably beautiful. But the Skywatcher called for the clan to evacuate, so evacuate they did. Later they returned. The camp was in total disarray, but largely intact. The Skywatcher had likely saved the clan from sustaining major injuries during the course of the storm, and perhaps even deaths.
Sorrelpaw’s interest in the role of Skywatcher only grew as her training progressed. Her mentor was an able cat, but had trouble maintain Sorrelpaw’s attention as she grew more interested in Skywatcher duties.
Her interest did not go unnoticed. An able young cat who was fleet of foot, Sorrelpaw made an excellent candidate. The current Skywatcher taught her some very basic knowledged, and as she took to the role, she was reassigned to the clan Skywatcher. There were some mutters about the kit of a deserter being given such an important role, but they were quickly silenced.
Sorrelpaw found herself in the depths of WaveClan territory, with all the hours between her and her mentor. While her clan had always treated her as a tom, she had come to realize that she was a she-cat. Her mentor, family and friends were quick to adjust; warriors had few reasons to quibble over gender.
Sorrelpaw’s training passed in a flurry. Days went by fast, blending together. She learned, and learned, and she loved every second of it. She saw her friends in camp less, but she didn’t mind. The job suited her. She followed her mentor all throughout the territory, checking the tide at the beach, measuring wind strength from hilltops, studying cloud formations as the rolled across the sky above.
At nineteen moons, both Sorrelpaw and her mentor agreed that WaveClan was due for torrential rains. Camp was liable to flood during its course, so the clan moved to higher ground. And flood it did. The day after, Sorrelpaw was given her Skywatcher name, Sorrelsky.
A few days after receiving her warrior name, Sorrelsky requested to be guided to her mother’s home. She finally met her father, Horseshoe, and saw where her mother spent her days. It was cozy, warm, and clearly kept them well fed. Sorrelsky kept her biological parents at a polite emotional distance, but the encounter set her heart at ease. Seeing the place where her mother lived affirmed for Sorrelsky that she would never be anything other than a WaveClan cat.
While Sorrelsky has not had her warrior name for long, she feels very secure in her role as Skywatcher. With her mentor's guidance, she forward to the coming moons eagerly.
[li]Family-[/li]
Mother: Trout (ex-WaveClan, farm cat, loner)
Father: Horseshoe (farm cat, loner)
Siblings: N/A
Mate: N/A
Kits: N/A
Extended: Skatestar (uncle/adoptive father), Bluetwhisker (adoptive mother), Nutriafoot (great-aunt), Asphodelfur (great-uncle), three cousins, two nieces/nephews
[li]Genetics-
Cinnamon, classic tabby, foreign body type.
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