Post by Mirepaw on Jul 16, 2007 16:51:59 GMT -5
Name: Galesong
Previous Names: Galekit, Galepaw
Gender: She-cat
Age: 34 moons
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: Galesong's fur is a medium grey which fades into grey-blue at her face. Dusty-white stripes mark her back and legs, growing increasingly darker as they head for her tail, matching the shade of her fur at the end of her back and growing darker than her fur on the tail, finally darkening into black at the tip of her tail. Also, she has a white "mane" around her neck between the grey and the grey-blue, which continues down her front and cuts off by her legs. She is slightly larger than the average RiverClan cat, but the difference is slight and unimportant. Her eyes range from grey-blue to sky-blue, depending on the light.
Personality: Galesong is quiet but brave, supporting and determined in her own way. She always likes to take things slowly and to think everything through before doing anything. She tries to consider all the factors and sides of each problem as it comes, looking both ahead and back but always focusing on the present. It is very hard to make her angry as she tries her hardest to be patient and forgiving, but she can sometimes become exasperated and stern. However, she covers this up quickly and returns to her seemingly serene disposition.
History: Galekit was born to Seabreeze and Swiftcry 34 moons ago. She was never very social with the other cats, though she was sociable enough that this passed mostly unnoticed. She was a happy kit and played alone more because of endless curiosity than because of loneliness or hatred. However, this all changed one day. Just a few days after she became Galepaw, her father and her mentor took her out to hunt. However, the ever-excited Galepaw raced off ahead of them, and the two were forced to chase after her. They steadily caught up to her, but she ignored their cries telling her to stop. When she vanished behind a rock, the two readily followed her only to find that she had fallen down a crevasse. It was too late for them to stop, and they too fell down.
When Galepaw woke again, the two cats lay next to her, one breathing, the other not. Sobbing, she managed to pull her mentor home to the medicine cat, leaving her dead father, Swiftcry. After that, she became much more solemn and quiet, but as she had never interacted with others much before, this too went unnoticed and she grew up never talking about it. When she got her warrior name, and later her apprentice, she swore to herself to help them, though in the process she focused more and more on her own faults.
Other: Her apprentice is Pebblepaw. Her mother has since died, though in a much more natural fashion than her father.
Practice Post: Galesong's grey paw stirred the gently flowing water, her eyes reflecting the ripples. Had it been so long since that day? She could remember it better than anything, better even than the day she became a warrior... and that had been yesterday. She lay almost limp on the riverbank, the only signs that she was living were her paw and the shallow breathing that collapsed into sobbing every now and then.
Fool, she scorned herself. You were a fool then and you are still a fool now. Have you learned nothing in all your moons of training? She shook her head, the tears that she had held in her eyes flying out to join the water in the river.
Far off, she heard the cry of a hawk. She sat up slowly, each muscle seeming to strain as if she were much older than she actually was. Only 14 moons old... so it was 8 moons ago, then. 8 moons of crying in her sleep, sure she was hated by Starclan for this. And now she was a warrior, if she even deserved to be one.
She heard a rustle in the bushes and turned, blinking the last tears out of her eyes and assuming a relaxed position. The she-cat Windsigh stepped out of the bushes. The two cats locked eyes for a moment, then silently turned and headed back to camp together.
*******
And 20 moons later, she still remembered Windsigh's gaze. Every time she looked at her apprentice, Pebblepaw, she saw his mother's eyes, and renewed her determination to help this young cat.
20 moons later, she still remembered her father, running after her with paws flying, then falling forever, falling because of her. Her mentor too, barely living.
The wind blew around her as she stood by the river just as she had 20 moons ago, 28 moons ago, 34 moons ago, seeing in the water images of the past, reflections of the present, and ripples that spoke of the future to come. Her paw stirred the water, and those ripples grew and spread, changing the world forever. For good or for bad, well, that she would have to wait and see, wait until she could race as fast as the ripples and as slow as time.
Previous Names: Galekit, Galepaw
Gender: She-cat
Age: 34 moons
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: Galesong's fur is a medium grey which fades into grey-blue at her face. Dusty-white stripes mark her back and legs, growing increasingly darker as they head for her tail, matching the shade of her fur at the end of her back and growing darker than her fur on the tail, finally darkening into black at the tip of her tail. Also, she has a white "mane" around her neck between the grey and the grey-blue, which continues down her front and cuts off by her legs. She is slightly larger than the average RiverClan cat, but the difference is slight and unimportant. Her eyes range from grey-blue to sky-blue, depending on the light.
Personality: Galesong is quiet but brave, supporting and determined in her own way. She always likes to take things slowly and to think everything through before doing anything. She tries to consider all the factors and sides of each problem as it comes, looking both ahead and back but always focusing on the present. It is very hard to make her angry as she tries her hardest to be patient and forgiving, but she can sometimes become exasperated and stern. However, she covers this up quickly and returns to her seemingly serene disposition.
History: Galekit was born to Seabreeze and Swiftcry 34 moons ago. She was never very social with the other cats, though she was sociable enough that this passed mostly unnoticed. She was a happy kit and played alone more because of endless curiosity than because of loneliness or hatred. However, this all changed one day. Just a few days after she became Galepaw, her father and her mentor took her out to hunt. However, the ever-excited Galepaw raced off ahead of them, and the two were forced to chase after her. They steadily caught up to her, but she ignored their cries telling her to stop. When she vanished behind a rock, the two readily followed her only to find that she had fallen down a crevasse. It was too late for them to stop, and they too fell down.
When Galepaw woke again, the two cats lay next to her, one breathing, the other not. Sobbing, she managed to pull her mentor home to the medicine cat, leaving her dead father, Swiftcry. After that, she became much more solemn and quiet, but as she had never interacted with others much before, this too went unnoticed and she grew up never talking about it. When she got her warrior name, and later her apprentice, she swore to herself to help them, though in the process she focused more and more on her own faults.
Other: Her apprentice is Pebblepaw. Her mother has since died, though in a much more natural fashion than her father.
Practice Post: Galesong's grey paw stirred the gently flowing water, her eyes reflecting the ripples. Had it been so long since that day? She could remember it better than anything, better even than the day she became a warrior... and that had been yesterday. She lay almost limp on the riverbank, the only signs that she was living were her paw and the shallow breathing that collapsed into sobbing every now and then.
Fool, she scorned herself. You were a fool then and you are still a fool now. Have you learned nothing in all your moons of training? She shook her head, the tears that she had held in her eyes flying out to join the water in the river.
Far off, she heard the cry of a hawk. She sat up slowly, each muscle seeming to strain as if she were much older than she actually was. Only 14 moons old... so it was 8 moons ago, then. 8 moons of crying in her sleep, sure she was hated by Starclan for this. And now she was a warrior, if she even deserved to be one.
She heard a rustle in the bushes and turned, blinking the last tears out of her eyes and assuming a relaxed position. The she-cat Windsigh stepped out of the bushes. The two cats locked eyes for a moment, then silently turned and headed back to camp together.
*******
And 20 moons later, she still remembered Windsigh's gaze. Every time she looked at her apprentice, Pebblepaw, she saw his mother's eyes, and renewed her determination to help this young cat.
20 moons later, she still remembered her father, running after her with paws flying, then falling forever, falling because of her. Her mentor too, barely living.
The wind blew around her as she stood by the river just as she had 20 moons ago, 28 moons ago, 34 moons ago, seeing in the water images of the past, reflections of the present, and ripples that spoke of the future to come. Her paw stirred the water, and those ripples grew and spread, changing the world forever. For good or for bad, well, that she would have to wait and see, wait until she could race as fast as the ripples and as slow as time.
