Willow - Soulclan

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=200815] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM Willow of the great Kittypet and Soulclan Age 36 Moons Gender She-cat Rank Queen How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS white with orange markings and my eyes are gray. Scars None. Appearance With a medium-thick pelt the mostly ivory she-cat had two ginger spots on the top of her crown, lean limbs of pure white carried her with an air of grace. Thick tail was cloaked in the same ginger hue as on the top of her head. The bushy plumage flicked too and fro with her thoughts, a striking feature on a fairly plain appearing cat. Her muscles were not large, being a kittypet for the majority of life the muscles never needed developing. While they will, with time, she was a fairly healthy looking cat. She was by no means some plump kittypet, but a well fed cat. Eventually that would change, she would need to get used to being hungry, living as a clan cat. Her eyes were a soft stealy gray color. She had a thoughtful gaze, but with a fire behind it. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M Protective AND Caring Personality Her personality was more complex than some kittypets. While she loved her twolegs, she feared them removing her kits. Leaving the home she knew was possibly her hardest and greatest decision. Her kits would live with her. She had a quiet determination, forcing herself to become used to become used to a life she never imagined living. When it came to love she had little idea of it, or if it even existed. Her kits had been planned, her twolegs had brought a tom to mate with her. No romance in that union. She had heard tales of love, cats finding that mate to keep beside them, their other half. Yet it was just tales for kits, right? And when it came to her kits they were her life, her love. She knew she would have to change, begin devoting herself to other things. The tales of forest cats had made her determined to find them, a place for her kits to grow up and be something greater than kittypets. (WIll add more as she develops) Preferences *Likes: -Kits -Being a mother -Trying to become a warrior -The idea of love *Dislikes: -Fighting -Blood -Toms (sort of) -Twolegs Secret Ambitions To discover if love really exists. (She is corny xD) Strengths/Weaknesses *Strengths: -Being a mother -Hunting (eventually) -Tracking -Being a kittypet *Weakness: -Fighting -Unsure of her new life -Kits -Remember the Warrior Code How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE Silver AND Captain Family Mother - Silver - Kittypet Father - Captain - Kittypet Mate - Pharoah - Kittypet Kits: Leaf - She-cat Lily - She-cat Shamrock - She-cat Fire - Tom Event that Lead to being a Warrior She is not a warrior yet, she is a kittypet. History Born into the soft life of a kittypet Willow grew up with a nice family, the twolegs had taken as good of care of her as any could ask for. She had lived with two other kittypets, a tom named Jaques and another she-cat called Gucci. They all got on well, although the she-cats were seperated from Jaques a couple of times a year, to their mystery. She had had a quite nice life, living with the others, playing with toys, cuddling beside a fire or with a twoleg to pet them. However everything changed the day they brought Pharaoh to the house. There was no romance like the love stories she had heard as a kit and young adult. There was only a quick meeting, a proud looking tom and he was gone. He would never know their kits, although she doubted he would want to and her kits would never know him, perhaps for the best. Quite a few weeks later her kits were born, four healthy kits. Three she-cats and a tom. Silently she named each one, Leaf for the white bodies with black and ginger markings she-cat, Fire for the short-haired orange tom, Lily for the ginger and white she-cat, and Shamrock for the last. However Willow knew she could not stay with her loving twolegs, they had taken Gucci's kits when they were four weeks old. She could not let them take her kits, especially when they were so young. The kittypet had vowed to save her kits from that horror. Once they were strong enough to walk she had taken them, carried each in its turn and into the forests. Towards the lands of cats she had heard eat kittypets, fight every day and hunt for their own food, never sleeping beside a warm fire. But if it meant the safety for her kits, she would risk it. Sample RP ;D

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You call me by the name I’ve lied
I meet in secret with those who’ve died
Though life is not’ but treachery
This life is all the life in me

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[mayday the pokemon master]

accepted now post in the soulclan stats!