Post by Deleted on May 17, 2016 3:33:44 GMT -5
VIXENSTAR [FLIGHT] of RUNNINGCLAN
55 MOONS • LEADER
CIS FEMALE • BISEXUAL
SHORT DESCRIPTION
"pretty russet tabby she-cat with green eyes"
PERSONALITY
- manipulative -- dirty paws are of no concern to her. she grasps what she wants when she wants it - and all with the false pretense of a smile, all with an innocent flutter of eyelashes and grease laden compliments. every decision that she partakes in is merely to better runningclan; every alliance she forms is only with her and the clan's best interests in mind. she will lie if she must, stir drama and chaos up if she sees it serving a purpose.
- suave -- this molly knows just what to say and when to say it. indeed her tongue is as smooth as ice, her words wielded together with a rich and powerful authority. she exerts a natural charm, from her well groomed exterior to her humorously quipped speech patterns.
- intelligent -- within that furry cranium of hers sits a sharp brain, and an even sharper mind. she's cunning, deceitfully so at times; a tactician, vixenstar is an organized sort, and she's incredibly meticulous, especially with those situated within her own clan.
- stubborn -- she has trouble accepting her mistakes and owning up to her blunders. change can be especially difficult for her to adjust to. tenacious, she holds her head up high and tends to blame her problems on the world, and those outside runningclan. she is not afraid to break the warrior code if she believes the situation would call for it, and as such, is decisive in the tough situations she may sometimes be required to make.
- sophisticated -- every step is controlled; every breath is poised, every twitch of her whiskers planned. she caries herself with an air of elegant grace and when she speaks authority surges like a stream through her tone. she's a refined and polished she-cat, brimming with a ladylike charm and a slick sense of humor.
- tumultuous -- she's always been quite chaotic. uncommitted in romantic relationships, vixenstar is no stranger to causing quite the stir; toms and she-cats alike have been left high and dry by this plumy tailed beauty, and she displays no regret in such unattached behavior.
- humorous -- with a sly wit and a playful tongue, she's not the most serious of cats; rather, she can be quite light hearted, especially within the company of her own clan. vixenstar adores runningclan and only desires for it to move from strength to strength.
- petty - she can be undeniably immature at times, ruffled by even the most insignificant of details or events. once she grasps onto a grudge, she'll hardly ever let it go. easily bitter, vixenstar wields an acrid tongue, and an acidic attitude.
- judgemental - she'll decide if she likes you by the first glance. obscenely critical, though she tries to keep her opinions to herself, never fear - you're most likely on her hate list. beneath her false pretense of a smile, is a boiling pot of hate, and a sharp mind planning your inevitable downfall.
- decisive - effective and quick thinking, vixenflight approaches issues with calm logistic, though she'll sink low as possible if it means the possibility of furthering her clan. resolute, she never backs out of a decision once it's made.
HISTORY
- silverstripe was a young warrior by the time she found herself hunkered down in the nursery, belly swollen with kittens. she refused to divulge the name of the father, though it was no secret to runningclan that this molly was one whom tended to flake around. she'd had many flings with many a tom, and an unfortunate stroke of luck had found herself pregnant due to a one night stand. silverstripe never made the possible fathers known, and none ever stepped up to claim responsibility.
- vixenkit, featherkit and rowankit were the results of the dalliance affair. silverstripe had never been the maternal type, nor would she ever develop into one. though she regarded her kittens with a feigned interest, she desired nothing more than to be free from the suffocating walls of the nursery, and back to her old careless ways.
- growing up, the three kittens were often tossed from one queen's paws to another. silverstripe would rarely spend time with her children; she was much more interested in tail. and alas, she was only young - she'd never asked to bear kittens so early into the world, and though she spared no ill will towards her spawn, she failed to see why it was her responsibility to care for them.
- as such, a permanent queen decided to take the three under her wing. mistcloud had raised many litters, and she regarded silverstripe with barely disguised disgust. freed from her duties as a queen, silverstripe grasped at the chance to return to her warrior duties the moment mistcloud offered to raise her kits with her own brood. the decision was made, and at the tender age of three moods, vixenkit, featherkit and rowankit were given the strict and stern mistcloud as their caregiver.
- vixenkit hated mistcloud from the get-go. she was all rules, all obedience, all blah blah blah. she wanted to have fun! unfortunately, featherkit was the complete opposite - conventional, snobbish and regal, she completely latched onto her foster mother like a babe to a teat. the two sisters often found themselves bickering tirelessly, their ideas of fun clashing on complete opposite ends of the spectrum - and poor rowankit was constantly sandwiched into the middle of their arguments.
- these disagreements soon developed into a full blown rivalry. by the time they were apprentices, the two sisters were constantly butting heads. featherpaw was given a mentor by the name of adderstrike, a calm and collected tom with an ambitious streak; ironically, incredibly so, adderstrike's more reserved and playful brother mapleheart would receive vixenpaw as his first trainee. starclan must've really desired a laugh on that day.
- adderstrike was a competitive fellow, and was constantly chiding his gentler brother with a condescending attitude. "no, no, no, vixenpaw will learn nothing if you teach her like that! why, no wonder she isn't as dainty as featherpaw here. truly, my feather is the finest warrior in the making!" comments like so began to turn her rivalry into something darker - rather, featherpaw was talented, and resentment began to nestle in vixenpaw's chest.
- vixenpaw and rowanpaw were, in contrast, quite close. rowanpaw was a passive personality; calm and quiet, vixenpaw enjoyed how relaxed he was with life, and envied how he allowed it to sweep him up in its unending stream. whereas featherpaw was rigid and stressful to be around, rowanpaw was a lap of cool water after a long and hard day's work.
- at twelve moons, her constant training finally paid off; featherpaw became feathermist, rowanpaw was named rowanflame. and finally, vixenpaw was dubbed vixenflight. in truth vixenflight was tiring of her sister's growing hostility; attempting to forge a relationship once more, she was surprised at the cold tone edging her sister's voice. it seemed their rivalry had settled on something deeper - perhaps feathermist only saw the mother in her carefree and tumultuous sister, the mother whom had rejected and abandoned her without so much as an 'i love you.' despite vixenflight's half hearted attempts at conversation, a fraught chill remained between the two. soon, vixenflight gave up on winning her sister's favor.
- time passed. feathermist got her first apprentice at fifteen moons, much to her smug satisfaction. at twenty four moons vixenflight received her first apprentice - a tomcat named duskpaw. he was gentle and quiet - vixenflight smooth and easygoing. the two meshed well together, and soon he was blessed with the name of duskshadow. pride swelled at her heart, seeing the fruits of her efforts rewarded.
- they were both competitive in nature, feathermist and vixenflight. and alas, such would be the same in the field of love also. feathermist had her eyes on the handsome tomcat named silvertalon. perhaps it was jealousy on vixenflight's part, or maybe she was merely unlucky enough to fall for the same cat. whatever the cause, vixenflight immediately had her eyes on the object of her sister's affections.
- silvertalon was a handsome tom, and no stranger to being the folly of she-cat's desires. nevertheless, vixenflight had the grace, cunning and silver tongue to seduce him. feathermist was enraged by this, especially after finding out vixenflight had 'won' so to speak. though no deeper relationship stemmed from the one night stand, it was the catalyst that sprung vixenflight into a spiral of casual flings. after all, she was young - why not have some fun on the side?
- that did not mean vixenflight was not a competent warrior. indeed, she was intelligent - strikingly so, and dedicated to boot. she performed her duties with vigor, and approached issues with a calm, logical rationality. perhaps the leader, redstar, at the time recognized these valued traits she possessed. for it was then that, at forty moons, vixenflight was named deputy of runningclan. you can probably guess how feathermist felt about this development.
- there was a rift between their family now, a chasm that only grew when feathermist gave birth to three kittens - fernkit, leafkit and brackenkit. she'd found a mate and settled down, adapting well to the life of a queen. when vixenflight asked to visit her kin however, she was coldly refused entry. as the kittens grew, vixenflight longed to forge a relationship with her nephew and nieces. but feathermist deemed her a bad influence. the bitterness only intensified, until it was a hot, swirling mess.
- vixenflight stood smugly when she was assigned fernkit as an apprentice. the damage had been done however; fernpaw was unsure what to make of her aunt, and chose instead to cling to the words of her mother. angry, vixenflight confronted feathermist - yes, they were different, at complete opposite ends of the spectrum in personality, but what did that matter? they were family...correct? but feathermist, in all her conservative nature, no longer saw a sister in vixenflight. jealousy is a blinding emotion, and both sides were envious of each other. it seemed their relationship would forever be splintered.
- at fifty moons, redstar lost his last life in a vicious battle of greencough. vixenflight was named leader in his place. when she stood over her clan, she felt pride, and a desire to form runningclan into a powerful force to be reckoned with. she would make her clan great, greater than it had ever been before - and her ambition and even striking resentment shone through, when the first apprentices she blessed with warrior names were feathermist's kits - fernflight, brackenfox and leaftalon. oh, victory never tasted so sweet.
- vixenstar has been leading runningclan for five moons now. only time will tell how this rather petty, but undeniably strong willed leader, proves herself.
EXTRA
RELATIVES
MOTHER:
FATHER:
torntalon [unknown/runningclan tom]
SIBLINGS:
OTHERS:
NOTES
she will ruin you
i mean wot