Post by Torn on Apr 10, 2008 12:19:42 GMT -8
Name: Dogbite.
Age: 108 moons.
Gender: She-cat.
Rank: Queen/warrior.
Clan: Mistclan
Apprentice/Mentor: None.
Appearance: This she-cat is a big bruiser of a girl, a dark tabby with many rather noticeable battle scars from when she got herself into fights, along with many nicks in her ears. Shes carried on strong, but short legs and has very thick and blunt claws which have made many scars in other warriors.
Her fur is faded with age, showing up grey in parts. Her fangs are long and yellow, but very thick and can still give as nasty a bite as a dog, the cause for her name.
Voice: Dogbite's voice is very rough, nothing like the usual she-cats, gravelly and loud. She can sound very stern and scary, even to warriors.
She has an odd rasping laugh and when shes happy it can go quite high and strange.
Battle: In battle, Dogbite is a ferocious fighter, lashing out hard with her strong bulk and most often sending opponents flying. Usually, she uses her brute-force and that gets her through. Shes an amazing fighter, not such a good hunter, but she is fast, strong and fearless.
Personality: Dogbite is usually quite grumpy, although if someones not got on her nerves for a while she can crack a few jokes and have fun with the rest of them.
Shes quite a good mother, strict with her kits, but anyone can see her affection for them. However, shes not very tolerant and can often snap at cats.
History: Dogbite's mother was a very grumpy cat and didn't exactly care well for her kit. Dogbite was her last kit, but her two in the litter before had both died in battle.
Dogpaw was apprenticed to a fiesty warrior, one who taught her how to be an amazing fighter and tried his best to teach her to be a good hunter. She obviously had natural talent for fighting, but that showed through for everything, and she often got in trouble for being rude to her mentor and other warriors.
She was made a warrior and shined, detirmined that she'd serve her Clan well. Her hated father died suddenly, killed by a rogue most likely. But some cats suspected Dogbite for killing him, since it was a well known fact they despised each other. Her mother died of an infected wound soon after, and Dogbite felt as if everything was going wrong.
But she's been a strong and loyal warrior from then, proving to the other cats she didn't kill him. She's had a few apprentices and mentored them well, but shes getting old now. She mated with a tom, but they were never particularly close, although he showed alot of interest in the kits. Just before their kit became apprenticed, he died from an infected rat bite.
Rosekit has become an apprentice now, and Dogbite desparately wants to return to being a warrior and make the most of her last few moons before she has to retire to the elder's den, but she's hurt her leg, and been landed with another kit to look after, Wrenkit. Shes five moons, and Dogbite is anticipating when she can be apprenticed. She doesn't really love her new foster kit, not quite understanding why shes so quiet and interested in herbs when she personally thinks it boring, but she has a loyalty to her Clan and has agreed to look after the kit.
Family: Father: Branchleg. StarClan.
Mother: Mintear. StarClan.
Mate: Slopebelly. StarClan.
Foster kit: Wrenkit. Mistclan.
SW: Dogpaw trotted along through the trees, scenting the air. She'd been sent out on a hunting assignment, and was so near to becoming a warrior. She was so excited! She knew, somewhere that Redfoot was watching her, but it didn't put it off. She'd show him she was more than worthy to become a warrior!
The rustle of a small creature in the bushes told her of a mouse, and she instantly dropped into a crouch. Creeping forward, she leapt suddenly, but it scurried away, just missing her claws.
Scrabbling forward, she managed to trap in by a rock and killed it. I hope he didn't see that... it was a mess. Oh well, at least I got it. She lay it on the ground and kicked dirt over it, then set off on her way.
A shrew later, Dogpaw lay on her back in the shallow stream, cooling off in the green-leaf sun. Then there was a sound of a voice in the bushes. Was it Redfoot? They sounded rougher, so Dogpaw stood up and called warily, her eyes narrowed "Whos there?" Suddenly an old rogue jumped out of the brambles, his yellow teeth bared and his gray, scar-covered legs outstretched. Hes a mess! I can beat him easily. she thought, then dodged out the way and scored her claws down his side. The old rogue yowled, then realised he'd taken on a bigger target than he could handle. But Dogpaw didn't let him go. She fought hard, wrestling him to the ground after a while and pinning him. Redfoot stepped out of the bushes, then jumped over and hauled the rogue from beneath her. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, then smiled and bit the rogue hard on his shoulder before letting him screech away into the bushes. He smiled at her, then turned to her and smiled.
"More than ready to become a warrior, I think." He said, and Dogpaw's face broke out in a smile.
Other: I don't really want this cat... its only a nursing queen for Wrenkit. Shes going to retire soon.