TWITETAIL -- WINDCLAN

TWITETAIL ✻ WINDCLAN

name

twitetail

reasoning

her soft kit-coat baring the markings of a twite, her mother accordingly named her, along with her two other fowl-named siblings. and even though it was something that she adopted as she grew, her name began to describe her flighty persona when it was apparent the cat she would become. tail was soon earned because of her exceptional ability to keep a light foot on the moors.

age

thirty-seven moons

gender

she-cat

alliance

windclan

rank

warrior

physique

short description

a small dusty-brown tabby she-cat with pale olive eyes

physical description

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twitetail is a sliver of a feline compared to most. with twig-like limbs awkwardly protruding from a scrap of fur, and ears and paws that are not near proportional to her emphasizing her guache appearance further, like clubs upon the ends of her gaunt legs, and over sized triangles atop the crest of her cranium that seemed to make her head lull. most would mistake her as an apprentice, a scrawny one at that.

her eyes innocent and naive, they appear on either side of her arrow-like face structure, large and luminous among her other pixie-like features. twitetail's irises hold a color of sea green, gradually fading into a shade or two darker. like a slit was cut through her iris with the precisest of objects, a blot of slightly ringed black is positioned in the center of the green. the inside corners of twitetail's eyes are drawn down a bit, like an artist smudged charcoal down the sides of her nose, ending in a soft and feathered tear-shape. and in equilibrium, the outside bend of her eye is swooped upwards, her tabby markings continuing that line and stressing it further.

furred over in a pelt of earthy tones like most, it is a mess of neutrals with layer upon layer. brown, tan, soft black, white, gray, all mixed together on the majority of her coat, highlighting areas being the ivory under her nose and on her chin, and the deep obsidian lines that cut across her gentle tabby markings.

despite her small and delicate appearance, her voice is gruff, a bark rather than a meow on this cat. but it may be that her voice that keeps others from stepping all over her. want to find twitetail? listen for "watch where yer' going, mousebrain!"

personality

positives

• confident
• inquisitive
  
• opinionated
  
• rigorous
  
• witty

negatives

• erratic
• headstrong
• temperamental
  
• gruff
• impulsive

the past

the history

you know that saying, "it takes a village to raise a child"? or rather "it takes a clan to raise a kit" in this situation. but whichever way it is looked at and rewritten in, it still has the same core meaning, it's best for a mold-able tot to be exposed to a plethora different ideas and influences rather than just one.

twitetail wasn't given that freedom.

born to wrenfoot and foxface of windclan, their relationship wasn't one forged of love, but rather the pressure to provide the clan with more fresh faces. they were both low-ranking warriors, last to eat, and most likely to be chosen for apprentice duties. maybe that was why they were 'pushed' together, though they never elaborate.

one measly moon into their liking of each other, it was apparent that wrenfoot was pregnant. and although no one ever pressed her on the father, many had a hunch that it was foxface who was the father of her kits. foxface prancing around camp like he had caught a badger wasn't helping much.

three moons later was the day of wrenfoot's litter. her belly was considerably smaller than queens even two moons into their pregnancy, the medicine cat expected a litter of one or two. they had a big surprise.

wrenfoot gave birth to four kittens that evening, all tiny, and all scrabbling around for a breath of air. they looked healthy, maybe small, but and the bare minimum, not sickly. but there was one thing missing - the chorusing of tiny mews ringing throughout camp. it was a still silence, a few tense minutes of complete muteness.

but then they came like a ripple, small but growing, and boy, did these kits have vocal chords on them. their gaping jaws opened like a fish's would out of water, tottering around blindly with their eyes clenched shut, and sticking their soft noses in anybody's business.

the four were named finchkit, owlkit, goosekit, and twitekit, all following the pattern of fowl names wrenfoot's parents had followed before her.

almost always in the nursery, these kits were sheltered like none other, the result of wrenfoot adopting the 'motherly instinct', and taking it to an all-time extreme. she nearly hooked the eyes out of any cat that tried to see windclan's newest kits, blocking the nursery entrance herself.

it was six moons later that wrenfoot had to give up her kits to a mentor, and of course, she didn't go down without a fight. "they're too young!" and "not experienced!" were words that came out of her mouth, all the while standing nose-to-nose with windclan's leader, her kits peeking out from under her legs.

and despite her best attempts, the kits were shoved into an apprenticeship with no real-world skill. twitekit was given to weaselheart, an unfortunate name for the sweetest of moor-running she-cats.

her paws barely ever making contact with nothing other than the moss of the nursery, twitepaw wasn't the most agile of cats. her first hunting expedition was one of the worst weaselheart had ever seen, a hare fleeing from almost a mile away as twitepaw's barking laugh echoed over the flat ground. they had spent the rest of the day scouting for even a mouse, but having no such luck.

fighting was a better experience than hunting, even though, she was still terrible at it. twitepaw's awkward limbs flailed around miserably, her running more like clomping, and her blocks more like throwing herself at the attacker.

though time passed, and eventually, twitepaw's actions grew swifter, her sprinting more.. civilized, and her counter-blows actually effective, much to weaslheart's surprise. and in this leap of improvement, twitepaw was named twitetail, for her skill in balance had jumped tremendously.

having been named along with her three other siblings, all four, finchface, owlmask, goosethroat, and twitetail, were the freshest meat in windclan, twelve moons each, with a clingy mother trailing not far behind.

most of her warriorhood passed with a hitch, running the borders, hunting, and eventually taking on an apprentice at 20 moons. twilightstar had given her an obnoxious and arrogant apprentice - perhaps because she had been a bratty apprentice - named redpaw.

training wasn't something twitetail took to easily.

"how can you not get it!?" were exasperated words that she often barked at redpaw. her techniques were rather rough, and after showing the young tom once, she expected him to mirror her flawlessly. needless to say, she wasn't the most patient of mentors.

"go catch a hare or something." were twitetail's go-to words for redpaw, glad to see her apprentice making use of himself rather than looking at her with a slack jaw and blank expression.

five moons into redpaw's apprenticeship, her teaching had only gotten worse, and it was showing. twilightstar soon gave redpaw to goosethroat, one month from twitetail watching her first apprentice go onto be a warrior.

and to be frank, she was crushed.

with her first failed mentoring under her belt, she took it upon herself to go up to the soon-to-be apprenticed kits and improve her teaching skills, if twilightstar gave her another chance to pass on knowledge.

it was around this time that tallstep and quillfur had their spat, resulting in quillfur becoming a rouge, and tallstep becoming windclan's leader. she had never become close to tallstar, despite the tom's popularity among the clan.

now at 37 moons, she is still growing into her responsibilities, and has yet to earn another apprentice. she still looks upon ivynose, the deputy, with great admiration, and aspires to become windclan's second-in-command one day.

about you

alias little wonders
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