Post by Wisp on Mar 30, 2017 17:54:04 GMT
- Name-
Isis; Lotuspaw
Suffix meaning: For completing her training as a Guardian
[li]Age-[/li]
Thirty-five moons
[li]Rank-[/li]
Guardian
[li]Clan-[/li]
FerryClan
[li]Description-[/li]
An oriental white she cat with green eyes and numerous scars.
[li]Appearance-[/li]
Lotus-stone is a well-defined oriental she cat. She is a grade 10 piebald genetic colouring, meaning her fur is entirely white without any markings. This also explains where she gets her green eyes from. Lotus-stone stays very true to her Oriental heritage, with her long limbs and slim build. Her body type tends to lean more towards Foreign due to her large ears and long tail, but still retains very high legs. Lotus-stone's fur is short in length and rather sparse. For all her delicacy and grace, Lotus-stone has developed a more mean build as her time as a Guardian. Her thin fur shows off her muscles nicely and it does nothing to hide her numerous scars. Lotus-stone was not idle during her life and it shows in the amount of scars she has on her pelt.
[li]Personality-[/li]
+Empathetic; +Diligent; /Aloof; -Hostile; -Grim
Lotus-stone isn't a very easy cat to figure out. The easiest thing that can be said about her is that she is what most cats would assume Guardians are like: strong, stoic, and wise. Lotus-stone takes her job very seriously and has dedicated her entire being to her role as Guardian. Her vigilance and diligence towards her task has saved the Guardians more than once. She tends to exhibit single-minded focus when preforming a task and can be pretty pig-headed when it comes down to it. She doesn't take criticism very well and takes insults very personally. Her big heart has always been the driving factor behind her actions. Lotus-stone does nothing by halves and will throw her whole being into everything she does, which means she has a long way to fall when she fails. She hates losing or failing a task and is quick to anger when things aren't going her way. When she does fail, her heart gets absolutely crushed.
Her primary coping mechanism for this is to distant herself from the world. Lotus-stone is a very aloof cat who prefers to keep her distance from others to protect herself. She prefers being an observer in life and likes her peace and quite; she likes to leave the dramatics and heroics to others. This makes Lotus-stone a good peace keeper and gives her the ability to rely on her logic more than her emotions. She can keep a cool head... most of the time. As stated before, Lotus-stone has a bleeding heart and likes to lend everyone a helping hand when they're at rock bottom. Her connection to StarClan and the dead give her a very good insight into the toils of others.
Still, Lotus-stone isn't the easiest cat to get along with. She's persistently pessimistic and has a horribly morbid sense of humor. She's isn't much of a talker, but when she does it's mostly a combination of condescending sarcasm and deadpan remarks. For all her infinite wisdom, Lotus-stone is very no-nonsense and will harshly shut anyone down who tries to distract her from her tasks. She is moody and serious at the best of times and seems incapable of smiling.
[li]History-[/li]
Lotus-stone's life did not start with FerryClan. Her story began long before she joined the Clans. From birth she was known as Isis, the graveyard cat. Isis didn't remember much of her life before the graveyard. She knew she was born into a kind family, both her parents and her humans. They loved her unconditionally and as the only kit in her litter, she was the center of attention every day. Her time was spent wandering the human nest, wrestling her father's tail into submission, and curling up next to her mother for a nap. All too soon, her human family sold her to the Grave Keeper. Her parents assured her that they would always love her, but it was time for her to find her place in the world. Isis held no grudges against them and found herself looking forward to meeting her new owner. The Grave Keeper was an elderly man who's wife had died recently. He single-hanedly guarded the only graveyard in the entire town and ran the funeral home. Isis could instantly tell he was a lonely old soul who was in need of some company. Isis stepped up to the challenge beautifully. Her attachment to the Grave Keeper was strong and instantaneous. The days she spent with him were done in bliss. They spent every moment together and Isis would become distressed any time he would leave her sight. She even followed him to the washroom, she was so dedicated to her owner. It wasn't an uncommon sight to see the old Grave Keeper waddle around town with a bright white cat riding on his shoulder.
Isis was happy. Beyond happy. She felt content and at peace with the world. Her place in the Grace Keeper's life only grew as the days passed. Isis made friends with the neighboring kittypets by the docks. They gladly taught her how to hunt down pests that would invade her owner's home. A quick study, Isis eagerly showed off her new hunting skills to the Grave Keeper who would laugh and applaud her every time she brought him her kills. From then, it was an easy upgrade to expanding her territory to include the graveyard itself. Most humans and even cats would avoid the graveyard at night, claiming its spooky and has an unnatural stillness about it but Isis claimed differently. The graveyard was peaceful and a place of rest. She would find herself spending hours upon hours wandering the massive graveyard with her owner, cleaning up graves, saying little prayers for those who had passed, and keeping any unwanted visitors from entering.
One day, everything suddenly changed. Isis returned to the human nest where her human lived after a night of patrolling the graveyard grounds. She entered her owner's room only to find him stiff, cold and dead. It was Isis's yowling that alerted the neighbors that something was wrong. The Grave Keeper was pronounced dead at the scene and taken to the hospital for safe keeping until his family claimed him. Isis tried to race after her owner's body, but could not keep up. She wandered the streets of the town, completely lost. Eventually she forced herself to return to the graveyard and continue her duty as the Grave Keeper's cat. The next day she woke to a crowd of humans gathered around a hole in the ground. Isis raced forward, darting between the crowd and came to a sudden halt at the lip of the hole. There was a casket laying in the grave and she could scent her owner trapped in the wooden box. Isis yowled and hissed at the humans around her. Help him! He's trapped in there! Someone please, help him! She pleaded and threatened, but they all just regarded her sadly. Eventually the humans covered the hole with dirt, burying her owner in the ground. One brave human held her back from jumping into the hole after her owner. The crowd dispersed, leaving Isis to watch as a pair of humans erected a tombstone above her owner's grave. With trembling limbs, Isis traced the letters of her owner's name etched into the stone and began to weep. For three days the she cat lay on her owner's grave, refusing to move for anyone.
Her actions caught the curiosity of many humans and animals alike that tried to coax her to move but none succeeded. Eventually, one cat came along that finally asked her.
"Why are you so determined to stay by that grave?" The tom cat asked her curiously.
Isis didn't even look at him as she replied. "Because I am the Grave Keeper's cat. It is my duty to guard this graveyard in my owner's stead."
The tom looked at her with confusion. "But your owner's dead! Why would you protect it when he is no longer here to own you?"
Isis shook her head furiously. "You're wrong! He may be dead but he is still here, his spirit still guards this place. As long as his spirit remains here, so shall I."
The tom seemed to understand this. "I see. But what if what's keeping his spirit here is your stubbornness?"
Isis finally looked at him, both aggravated and confused by his words. "What do you mean by that?" She questioned him.
"It's simple." He replied. "The only reason your owner still remains on this plane and refuses to move on is because he is worried about you."
"Worried about me?" Isis asked, dread beginning to pool in her gut.
"Of course!" The tom replied sagely. "He couldn't bare to leave while you remain here and suffer. He wants you to be happy." The tom told her.
Isis paused to consider this. "So if I moved on... so will he?" She asked him hopefully.
The tom nodded. "That is my belief, yes."
"Why do you know so much about this?" Isis couldn't help but ask.
The tom smiled mysteriously and asked. "What do you know about the clans?"
The tom, Liontail he introduced himself as, spent the rest of the day telling Isis harrowing tales of the clans. When he mentioned a clan that lived right here in the town, Isis demanded to see it. Liontail was more than happy to agree. Isis's introduction to FerryClan was a life changing event. Upon seeing the group of cats hunt, live, and play together, she became overwhelmed by a desire to be with them. She wanted to feel safe and loved like they did. Liontail graciously introduced her to the leader of FerryClan. The leader smiled as her and called her the Grave Keeper's cat, claiming he had heard all about her and admired her for her dedication and loyalty. "We could use a cat like you in FerryClan." The leader said slyly. Isis just grinned and agreed to join.
The newly dubbed Lotuspaw took to apprentice training like a duck to water. She joined the other apprentices in general training and learned how to fight, scavenge and scout. Quickly her heart was taken by the role of Scouts. With her knowledge in hunting and advanced age, Lotuspaw was made a Scout apprentice within a moon. She was given to a she cat named Silverfur for her training. Silverfur was a relatively laid-back she cat who preferred running and exploring to things like fighting. She always encouraged Lotuspaw to take time to stop and smell the roses (so to speak). Under Silverfur, Lotuspaw learned how to use her speed to her advantage and traverse any terrain. By the time the first moon of her training was finished, Lotuspaw could run through FerryClan territory with her eyes closed in the biggest crowd.
Lotuspaw loved her time in the clans, she loved the companionship, the feeling of safety and family FerryClan gave her. When she was 12 moons old, she lost her first friend. Liontail, the kind tom who had recruited her to FerryClan in the first place, was killed in a border skirmish with RootClan. Lotuspaw was devastated by his death and insisted to be one of the one who carried his body to the Burial Grounds. This was the first time she was confronted by her strong spiritual connection to StarClan. As she walked behind the party carrying Liontail's body, she was confused to see the spiritual form of Liontail walking next to their procession. He sent Lotuspaw a smirk before disappearing on the wind. They reached the Burial Grounds in the dead of the night, the half moon shining down on them. The moment she stepped paw within the Burial Grounds, she felt like she was punched in the gut. It was the same feeling she got from being in the graveyard; the feeling of tranquility, of static in the air, of invisible cats surrounding her on all sides. It felt like home. Steadying herself, Lotuspaw managed to bring it together long enough to help the rest of her clanmates hand the body of Liontail over to the Guardians. Her first look at them was intimidating to say the least. They weren't big and threatening like RootClan cats, but they held a certain presence that made the hair on her spine tingle warningly. These cats were powerful and dangerous. The largest of the guardians stepped forward and single-handedly hoisted Liontail's body the rest of the way towards the burial site. Lotuspaw wasn't the only one who cowed away from him. After everything was said and done, one of her clanmates told Lotuspaw the large tom was Guardian Copperstone, the guardian from RootClan. Lotuspaw made a mental note to avoid that cat at all costs.
Her training under Silverfur continued for the next several moons without incident. Eventually her last moon of training arrived and Lotuspaw was so ready to be finished with training and finally put her skills to work. Silverfur insisted Lotuspaw took the journey to Burial Grounds to sit vigil and consider her options as a warrior of FerryClan. Remembering the scary tom Compperstone, Lotuspaw tried to wriggle her way out of it but as a devout StarClan follower, Silverfur insisted. The next day found a grumbling Lotuspaw making her journey to the Skullstone. Before the Skullstone was even in sight, Lotuspaw ran face-first into Copperstone. The massive tom was completely unimpressed as Lotuspaw stuttered out an apology. He grabbed her roughly by the scruff and brought her the rest of the way to the Skullstone. He dropped her in front of the four other guardians. Some of them laughed at Copperstone's rough treatment, while others tittered. Finally, one of them tilted their head, scrutinizing her curiously. "Ah, I see what you mean." The cat said to Copperstone. The tom just glared at the other cat and nodded his huge head. He turned his attention to the nervously sweating Lotuspaw. "Come." He ordered her. The guardians got up as one and lead Lotuspaw to the Burial Grounds. Last time she was here, Lotuspaw hadn't gotten a very good look but now she was being lead directly to the graves of lost cats. Laying in the dying sunlight was the body of a cat she recognized: Metalstone. The previous, elderly guardian from FerryClan. He was dead. Lotuspaw watched in silent horror as the guardians prepared Metalstone's body then laid him to rest. To her surprise, it was Copperstone to be the first to speak. "Metalstone." He said simply, looking over Lotuspaw's head. She turned around and gasped as she saw the ghostly spirit of Metalstone. The tom nodded his head at Copperstone before gesturing towards Lotuspaw. Copperstone grunted irritably. "So," The tom drawled, sounding entirely unenthusiastic. "What do you think about becoming a Guardian?"
Lotuspaw, needless to say, was completely taken off guard. It was only when Metalstone wrapped his tail around her comfortingly and nodded his head, urging her to agree, that she finally conceded. When the sun next rose, Copperstone trailed Lotuspaw back to FerryClan. Silverfur was the first one to meet them with a wide grin that faded at the sight of Copperstone. "We need to talk." He told the she cat. To her credit, Silverfur only nodded before escorting Lotuspaw and Copperstone back to the clan. The clan leader frowned as he listened to Copperstone's request to take Lotuspaw on as his apprentice. The leader made a point of kindly inquiring Lotuspaw if she wanted to become a guardian. Lotuspaw looked quickly at the hulking figure of Copperstone before quickly agreeing. The tom gave her a vicious grin. "Our training starts now." He barely gave her enough time to say her goodbyes before ushering her out of the camp. Then he forced Lotuspaw to make her way back to Skullstone at full sprint. She made it just past the farms before she collapsed in exhaustion. Copperstone, was disappointed.
Training to become a guardian, it turned out, was very different than becoming a warrior. Copperstone and the rest of the guardians took sadistic joy in training Lotuspaw to the point of exhaustion. They made her run laps of all the territories, climb trees over and over again until her claws ached, carry large piles of rocks up and down the biggest hill Copperstone could find. But the worst was the sparring. The Guardians' version of battle training turned out to be much more self taught than she was anticipating. Every free moment she had, Lotuspaw was met with the Guardians surprising her with an impromptu sparring session. After the first week, Lotuspaw became ridiculously twitchy that one of her new mentors was going to jump out of a bush while she was making dirt and tackle her.
Despite this, the most harrowing part of her training was the mystical side. Lotuspaw had no problems connecting with StarClan, like all cats destined to be Guardians. Her Spiritual Affinity was very high, but she learned quickly it took more than Spiritual Affinity to be a Guardian. Interacting with the spirits of StarClan was easy for her, but dealing with them was much more difficult. The dead tended to be just as complicated as the living and even less cooperative. Lotuspaw spent her day corralling the spirits of kits, reluctantly listening to spirits of elders criticize her work, and even the spirits of deceased warriors caused her trouble. After two moons of grueling physical training, Copperstone allowed her to find a cat to connect with in StarClan who would grant her special abilities that would make her a true guardian. Lotuspaw was cautious at first, not really sure what to expect. It took her several days of spiritual prodding of StarClan before she finally found a former guardian to connect with. Her name was Goldenstone and Lotuspaw desperately wished she had declined her request to be bonded to one another. Goldenstone was everything Copperstone was not. She was loud, excitable, and talkative. She was more interested in having fun and lazing about in the sun than helping Lotuspaw get used to her new StarClan connection.
After several long moons of toiling under her hellish mentors, Lotuspaw finally earned her official Guardian title. A secret ceremony was preformed in the Moonfield and she was granted her new name; Lotus-stone. The newly named Lotus-stone still had a lot to learn, Copperstone reminded her constantly. Goldenstone claimed Copperstone was a stick in the mud and convinced the other Guardians to throw a little celebration for Lotus-stone's new rank. By the end of the night, even Copperstone was grinning proudly at Lotus-stone. Guardian duties were a breeze compared to training, but Lotus-stone took heed of Copperstone's words and was ever vigilant when guarding the burial grounds. Eventual, their vigilance was rewarded. Lotus-stone was on her guard shift with one of the other Guardians when a malicious spirit approached the borders of their grounds. Lotus-stone couldn't help but freeze at the sight of the malicious spirit. Once upon a time, it might have been a cat but now it was anything but. The thing was grotesque and unnaturally built. Just looking at it made Lotus-stone want to vomit. Instead, she sprung to action with her fellow Guardian. The battle was fierce and took hours. The spirit was obviously expecting them and fought back with the knowledge of a creature having done this before. Eventually, the two Guardians emerged victorious and the malicious spirit was banished back into the darkness. Lotus-stone returned to the Guardian's camp baring her first set of wound in her line of duty and never felt more alive. The Guardians were situated too far away from the clans for medical help, so it was up to the Guardians to attain a cobbled-together knowledge of herbs from the medicine cats to fix themselves. Copperstone personally tended to Lotus-stone's wounds and quietly praised her for her first victory against the forces of malevolence. He smiled at her grimly and warned her this was her first battle of many. His words proved to be true.
Copperstone fell several moons later to serious wounds after a run in with some malicious spirits. Lotus-stone did not mourn her spirit-brother's passing, instead she rejoiced for him now that he was among their ancestors in StarClan. Sure enough, the next night Lotus-stone saw Copperstone in her dreams, scowling at her in his usual manner and harping at her to wake up and get back to her duties. Lotus-stone laughed so hard she started crying, relieved to see him once more.
[li]Family-[/li]
Paradise - Mother
-a seal point siamese she cat with blue eyes; 78 moons old kittypet
Ghost - father
-cinnamon oriental tom cat with hazel eyes; 89 moons old kittypet
[li]Genetics-
Foreign + short length fur + white fur + green eyes
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