Willowbreeze.::.New RiverClan

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Name:Willowbreeze
Age: 2 years
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: New RiverClan
Rank:Deputy

Appearance: Willowbreeze is a relatively small-statured she-cat with a long, thick pelt. Her fur is calico, with few white markings and dominantly black, with some splashes of ginger here and there. She has a short, stubby tail that is fittingly fluffy. Her fur rarely mats, but is perpetually dusty.

Personality: WIlowbreeze is a high-spirited young cat with ambition. She speaks up and acts out for her cause, but will never say anything incriminating about her friends. She's loyal and obediant, but at times she can be fiery and opinionated. She will speak up if she thinks someone is wrong, regardless of the possible consequences. This has gotten her in quite a bit of trouble before, but she is also respected for it.

History: She had an uneventful kithood, born to two loyal RiverClan cats. When she was apprenticed, her mentor was a neglectful warrior who did not care about her training. She struggled through, often turning to other apprentices to help her. Her warrior ceremony was delayed for a half-moon, but she ultimately did earn her name, Willowbreeze. When she was two years old, she was hunting on the border of her territory when she was grabbed by a twoleg. She hissed, yowled, and scratched at the human, but it was all in vain. He tossed her into the belly of a huge monster, and drove off. It could have been minutes or days, but eventually Willowbreeze was removed from her prison. She was tossed into an area that vaguely resembled her old territory, and there she has been living since, in New RiverClan.

RP Sample: Willowbreeze crouched near the edge of her territory, stalking a particularly elusive vole. She pounced... and missed. Dammit, she thought. I'm meant to fish, not to hunt. She turned toward the river and had just taken a step when she was grabbed by the big, clumsy hands of a twoleg. She shrieked, but to no avail. She knew she had been the only one in the area. She kept yowling, though, and scratching at the twoleg. This just seemed to make it more angry, and it tossed her into the belly of a giant monster, the kind that crept loudly but slowly along the thunderpaths criss-crossing her territory. She finally fell silent, in exhausted acceptance. Her mind raced with ideas about what the twolegs might do to her, until she finally gave up against the silent blackness.

She woke up after a few minutes... or maybe days. The truck had come to a stop, and light was flooding in through the big metal door, or where it had been. she was grabbed roughly, and tossed to the ground. The first thing she noticed was the sound of rushing water, and then the vague resemblance to her old home.

Huh...

Other: Okay, so I'm applying for a deputy, but since I'm probably not the best candidate for ANYTHING, I'll willingly change it to warrior.

[Neruka.]

You'll be a good deputy.

Accepted