Post by Seastorm on Jul 19, 2008 18:43:09 GMT -5
[Name]
. Robinwing
[Clan]
. EmeraldClan
[Rank]
. Warrior
[Gender]
. She-cat
[Age]
. 94 moons
[Appearence]
Robinwing's pelt is a brilliant, fiery ginger. Over the moons, though, its vibrant color has faded a little, some of the red replaced with white. Her muzzle shows the most signs of age, its color having faded away almost completely. Her bright green eyes are still full of life, however, and retain every bit of youth they had when she was a little kit.
[Personality]
Robinwing is quiet and reserved, but still full of smiles. She may keep to herself, perhaps as the postercat of EmeraldClan enigmacy, but she isn't the depressed warrior of her apprentice and early warriorhood. She's realized the love she holds for her whole clan, and isn't afraid to share it with all who pass her way, if only in little friendly grins.
[History]
Robinwing was born into EmeraldClan with her sister, Nightpool. As a kit, she was very friendly and energetic, but she didn't understand her sister at all. Nightpool was always so quiet and distanced, never any fun. Robinwing was devastated when Nightpool decided to join RubyClan. Even though it felt like she was being torn in two, she couldn't follow her sister. EmeraldClan was her home.
The separation triggered a drastic change in Robinwing's personality. She was suddenly continuously depressed and quiet. She couldn't scrounge up the strength for training anymore. Hunting was her only reprieve from the dismal gray her life had become, though she couldn't understand that either. She always felt better hunting, but couldn't find any interest in the prey she sought. But then what was she looking for?
It took her the rest of her apprenticeship and quite a few moons more to finally understand what exactly had forced this change. The loss of her sister, even if Nightpool was still alive and well, had done it. Robinwing only realized how much she had really loved her sister once she learned that Nightpool had been named RubyClan's deputy. She had loved Nightpool more than she ever realized.
But that didn't change anything. Robinwing was as depressed and distanced as ever. In fact, she met the love of her life when she was moping by herself. Amethstear was every bit the outsider she felt, and as odd as it felt to actually talk to someone, it felt right to talk to him. Eventually, her newfound friend's company worked to heal the hole Nightpool had ripped in her heart.
A scar remained, and the hurt never competely went away. Robinwing was never again the spirited, energetic kit she had once been, but her dismal attitude had undoubtedly improved.
It was a long time before she was finally ready for kits. It filled her heart with joy to see her children filled with the spirit and energy she had once possessed, and granted her happiness beyond anything she had ever tasted before to see them apprenticed. However, Pitchpaw's unexplained fear of everything forced a melancholly air onto the old warrioress. Robinwing could only hope that a mate of Pitchpaw's own would bring her out of that dark abyss, just like Amethstear had done for her.
When Robinwing learned of Nightpool's death, she wasn't sure what to feel. Sad, depressed, of course; she knew she still loved her sister, even long after Nightpool had left and they had never spoken again. But the EmeraldClan warrior had finally found a way to let go of her sister, and so shifted her thoughts. She wasn't sad to know her sister had left once more; she was happy that she could visit Nightpool in her dreams.
. Robinwing
[Clan]
. EmeraldClan
[Rank]
. Warrior
[Gender]
. She-cat
[Age]
. 94 moons
[Appearence]
Robinwing's pelt is a brilliant, fiery ginger. Over the moons, though, its vibrant color has faded a little, some of the red replaced with white. Her muzzle shows the most signs of age, its color having faded away almost completely. Her bright green eyes are still full of life, however, and retain every bit of youth they had when she was a little kit.
[Personality]
Robinwing is quiet and reserved, but still full of smiles. She may keep to herself, perhaps as the postercat of EmeraldClan enigmacy, but she isn't the depressed warrior of her apprentice and early warriorhood. She's realized the love she holds for her whole clan, and isn't afraid to share it with all who pass her way, if only in little friendly grins.
[History]
Robinwing was born into EmeraldClan with her sister, Nightpool. As a kit, she was very friendly and energetic, but she didn't understand her sister at all. Nightpool was always so quiet and distanced, never any fun. Robinwing was devastated when Nightpool decided to join RubyClan. Even though it felt like she was being torn in two, she couldn't follow her sister. EmeraldClan was her home.
The separation triggered a drastic change in Robinwing's personality. She was suddenly continuously depressed and quiet. She couldn't scrounge up the strength for training anymore. Hunting was her only reprieve from the dismal gray her life had become, though she couldn't understand that either. She always felt better hunting, but couldn't find any interest in the prey she sought. But then what was she looking for?
It took her the rest of her apprenticeship and quite a few moons more to finally understand what exactly had forced this change. The loss of her sister, even if Nightpool was still alive and well, had done it. Robinwing only realized how much she had really loved her sister once she learned that Nightpool had been named RubyClan's deputy. She had loved Nightpool more than she ever realized.
But that didn't change anything. Robinwing was as depressed and distanced as ever. In fact, she met the love of her life when she was moping by herself. Amethstear was every bit the outsider she felt, and as odd as it felt to actually talk to someone, it felt right to talk to him. Eventually, her newfound friend's company worked to heal the hole Nightpool had ripped in her heart.
A scar remained, and the hurt never competely went away. Robinwing was never again the spirited, energetic kit she had once been, but her dismal attitude had undoubtedly improved.
It was a long time before she was finally ready for kits. It filled her heart with joy to see her children filled with the spirit and energy she had once possessed, and granted her happiness beyond anything she had ever tasted before to see them apprenticed. However, Pitchpaw's unexplained fear of everything forced a melancholly air onto the old warrioress. Robinwing could only hope that a mate of Pitchpaw's own would bring her out of that dark abyss, just like Amethstear had done for her.
When Robinwing learned of Nightpool's death, she wasn't sure what to feel. Sad, depressed, of course; she knew she still loved her sister, even long after Nightpool had left and they had never spoken again. But the EmeraldClan warrior had finally found a way to let go of her sister, and so shifted her thoughts. She wasn't sad to know her sister had left once more; she was happy that she could visit Nightpool in her dreams.
