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CANARYCRY of DUSKCLAN
39 MOONS • DEPUTY
CIS SHE-CAT • BISEXUAL
SHORT DESCRIPTION
Golden tabby she-cat with brown eyes
PERSONALITY
- Canarycry is incredibly snarky and sassy. She always has a smart remark for some cat, and although she gives less to those within DuskClan, she still gives a substantial amount.
- She’s learned to curb her tongue, particularly when encountering other border patrols, but she wishes she could say all the insults and quips in her head.
- She is headstrong and independent, but that does not mean she is not willing to work together. She is friendly towards all cats within DuskClan.
- However, she can be a bit xenophobic to all those that are half-clan, desert their clan, or are simply not from DuskClan. She’s very proud of her bloodline and where she comes from.
- She can be easy to irritate when in the middle of a hunt. Her chattering technique requires focus and patience, and it takes all the patience she has to use it. Don't bother her.
- The golden tabby is a bit of a flirt. Yes, she’s found the love of her life in Adderstrike, and he knows it, but some of her sassy quips can come off as flirty remarks, and the off chance is that they are.
- At the end of the day she will always return to Adderstrike, but she can’t quite help it if a pretty she-cat or handsome tom catches her eye. She likes to look.
- Canarycry is fiercely loyal and has a strong sense of justice. Her personal beliefs are strong, and although there are times when she thinks the warrior code doesn’t work, she will follow it to the end. She would defend her leader and her clan until her very last breath.
- Although she is fierce and strong, she is also very motherly. Canarycry does not give preferential treatment to Swiftblaze or Thrushwing, but she would absolutely rip the throats out of any enemy that hurt a single hair on their precious heads. She is equally devoted to her mate as well, but she does not let these feelings get in the way of her deputy duties. In battle, though… That’s a different story.
- Her faith in StarClan isn’t really anything to talk about, although she isn’t a non-believer either. She can be skeptical of omens, and thinks that WhisperClan are particularly jumpy with every little whistle of the wind. Not every shadow is an omen— get over it.
HISTORY
- Swansong and Qualwing's courtship was an odd one. Swansong was not an easy to please she-cat by any means, and although her beautiful long white fur and mysterious heterochromatic gaze turned many heads she was not so easily swayed. Quailwing was not a tom particularly good at anything, he was an average hunter and an average fighter, lost amongst the strong toms of his clan, and would do anything for Swansong’s attention. He always brought her his best catch to share, and she lavished the attention, although the gifts he paid her were less appealing than that of other cats. One day he joined her for a hunt when Swansong noticed a bright yellow canary chirping in the trees. Having chased dogs back to Twoleg territory before, she knew that Twolegs kept similar birds in their windows. Swansong smiled deviously, an idea forming in her head. An impossible task. She told Quailwing if he could find and catch a bird from inside a Twoleg nest he could be her mate. Quailwing, head over paws for her, accepted the challenge.
- Quailwing left DuskClan territory to monitor and watch the Twoleg nests to see if any of them had a bird. Finally, one of them did, and he noted of the time the large hairless beast opened up the window for it to sing. Soon he leapt over the border and struck— it was much harder than he anticipated to stick a paw through the cage to get the bird, and pulling it out entirely was a different matter. There were feathers everywhere, and a screaming Twoleg—and the pain and blood, oh StarClan, blood he knew was his. He did not realize until he had collapsed in the camp with the canary in his jaws that the pain was coming from his back leg, which the Twoleg had injured during his escape. Swansong was stunned-- the whole clan was by Quailwing's bravery as well as his sheer stupidity. Impressed with the tom that was not anywhere near as strong as some of his clanmates, Swansong took him on as a mate.
- Swansong and Quailwing soon had a litter of two kits. Canarykit, a golden tabby she-kit named for her pelt and the event that brought her parents together, and Robinkit, a tabby and white tom.
- Canarykit and Robinkit got into a lot of trouble as kits and they were finally apprenticed. Canarypaw was apprenticed to a pretty gray-blue she-cat named Frostshine, and the two trained hard and vigorously. Canarypaw was an incredibly strong fighter, out performing her brother in pure physical strength, although Robinpaw preferred to rely on his wits. Her fighting skills were only matched by her hunting skills, using a trick she had learned from her father: chattering. Canarypaw would use high-pitched meows and clicking to trick birds into thinking there was another bird nearby, revealing their location.
- Canarypaw had a lot to learn in terms of her attitude though. Her headstrong nature often got her into trouble for speaking out of turn and following her own personal code rather than the warrior code. It did not help that during her apprentice she developed a crush on Frostshine. It was painfully hard to focus on training, and the golden tabby she-cat nearly fell behind. Her distractions only grew as at seven moons her mother and father had a second litter, Finchkit and Eaglekit. There were times she would much rather play with them than work on apprentice duties.
- Canarypaw’s heart was crushed when she saw Frostshine with a tom; her mentor had really never been hers and she never saw her that way. Her hopes and dreams dashed, Canarypaw poured her efforts into training. She was soon named Canarycry for her hunting abilities, and her brother Robinpaw earned his name alongside her, Robinheart.
- The golden tabby she-cat’s bold attitude earned her a place among the stronger members of her clan. Every patrol, every dog chase, she volunteered. Little did Canarycry realize that she had caught the attention of Alderstrike. He was a little bit older than her, a gentle giant and a bit of a jokester, and because of this he tended to go largely unnoticed. This included Canarycry.
- Swansong and Quailwing had yet another litter, when Canarycry was fourteen moons, Falconkit and Sparrowkit. Alderstrike finally caught Canarycry’s attention when he was assigned Falconpaw as an apprentice. Finchpaw and Eaglepaw received their warrior names Finchsong and Eagletail around this time as well, and Canarycry also received her own apprentice, Littlepaw. He was a tiny but stocky— and very fluffy—ginger tom.
- Littlepaw and Falconpaw were best friends in the nursery, so Alderstrike finally got to spend time with Canarycry. Initially, his good-two-paws, happy-go-lucky attitude drained on her, but she realized one day when training Littlepaw alone she missed his quips. He had grown on her.
- Three moons into apprenticing Littlepaw, dogs came into DuskClan as they often do, running rampant through the forest. Alderstrike and Canarycry were out training their apprentices when dogs snarled and snapped at the clan, and the four cats ran for it up into the trees.
“Are we dead yet?” Alderstrike yelled as they ran as fast as they could—this dog was as big as a horse!
“If we die, I’ll be sure to let you know.” Canarycry hissed as they made it up a tree. - Their pelts meshed together and she decided then and there that if they did make it out alive, she would tell him how she felt. They did make it out—Littlepaw had foolishly jumped down from the tree and onto the dog’s face, clawing its eyes. The dog ran off yelping, with the ginger tom (who now was not so little anymore, and had grown rather hefty) holding his tail high as the four made their way back to camp. They were met with a somber scene: that was not the only dog in the forest, and Canarycry’s sister Sparrowpaw had met her end. Overcome with grief, Swansong declared she could not have any more kits after losing one, and Quailwing agreed with her. The clan knew this grief well, only seven moons before did they also lose Rooktail. Sparrowpaw’s death shook Canarycry, but she fortunately had Alderstrike by her side.
- Littlepaw was commended for his bravery, and soon him and Falconpaw were named warriors. Falconpaw was named Falconclaw for his battle skills, and Littlepaw was named Littlethunder, for he was no longer a small cat, and had a voice as deep as rumbling thunder. Canarycry and Alderstrike also announced they were having kits.
- After convincing Alderstrike that she didn’t have to move into the nursery immediately, Canarycry stayed and did her warrior duties as long as she could until she nearly kitted mid-patrol. She left for the nursery and had two kits, a she-kit and a tom. Canarycry knew she had to continue the tradition of bird related prefixes in her family with at least one of the kits, so she named the she-kit Thrushkit and Alderstrike named the tom Swiftkit— a bird name for his mate's family's tradition, but also after DuskClan’s many ordeals with dogs, he wished that their son would be speedy quick on his paws.
- Canarycry had long since left the nursery when Honeystar passed— Swiftpaw and Thrushpaw were eight moons by then, and she left to go on patrols prior to them being six moons. Canarycry liked being a mother, but DuskClan still called to her. She waited in camp for Crowfrost to return as Crowstar. She was then picked as deputy to her surprise, but she accepted the position with grace. She was no longer the trouble-making apprentice she once was long ago, but she has not lost her passion for battle, hunting, or DuskClan.
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NOTES
PREFIX: CANARY, for the event that brought her parents together, as well as her golden tabby coat.
SUFFIX: -CRY, for her adept usage at chattering to mimic bird calls while hunting.
