Owlwing of Thunderclan

[♥ [ OWLWING ]]

» Owlwing
'but i set fire to the rain, watched
it pour as i touched your face.
well it burned while i cried, cause
i heard it screaming our your name.'

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Gender: Female
Age: 27 Moons
Species: Norwegian Forest cat (Mix)
Section: ThunderClan

Appearance:

At first glance, Owlwing is definitely quite pretty. She is a smaller cat, yet her long fur gives her a larger appearance. Starting from the ground up, each paw seems to be dipped in white chocolate. Three legs are pitch black, while the back- right leg also has a bit of a caramel and orange color. Her hindquarters then take on a sort of tawny look, with brownish- gray streaks running through the black fur. Her tail continues this tawny color, with several black ringlets until it ends in white fluff. Now, the majority of the rest of her pelt is a mixture of black patches, with the same brownish- gray coloring as well as a few caramel markings. Her chest, which poofs out when she walks, is mostly white and gray. Ahem, remember you're first impression of this she-cat being quite pretty? Most take it back when they see her face. Mangled, is one word, but perhaps not the correct one, as the scars and wounds have healed for the most part. Her face is black, with a white spot near her mouth and a couple of orange ones- her cheek and nose. Her eye- yes, eye is a dazzeling bright green color. Her other is swollen shut, with the nasty remains of claw marks ripping through the left side of her face. The only fur that has managed to grow is a dark gray color.

One sentence:

A long-haired tortoiseshell she-cat with one green eye.

Scars, or deformitys?:

Missing one eye, with severe scars across the left side of her face.

Personality:

Outside: Hostile. Quiet. Probably the two best words to use when describing Owlwing. Ever since the.. accident, as most refer her getting an eye ripped out as, Owlwing's original hyper and incredibly friendly personality has taken a drastic change. Now, she prefers to be by herself unless participating in a Clan meeting. Even at Gatherings, when the four Clans and their members are supposed to come together, Owlwing sits on the sidelines, aloof and watchful instead of mingling. It's as if her voice is gone too, not just her perfect vision. When approached, especially by most toms, Owlwing is obviously agitated. Her fur will bristle and she will get a demonic and hateful glare in her good eye. Therefore, most steer clear.

Inside: Her whole life, Owlwing has been in pain. Her father hated her, and so she grew up feeling neglected despite the help and parenting from other warriors and queens. And right after she got over it, began focusing on her training, she was hurt once more, even worse. They say true love hurts, but it shouldn't scar someone for life. Owlwing truly believed that Duke loved her, and when he attacked her that day, it destroyed her. Now, she is lonely, upset, and holding a terrible grudge toward toms in general. She hates the way she is looked at, whispered about moons later. She needs someone to actually understand, to make her feel like she isn't a total outcast. She needs just one good friend to help her along the way, to possibly return to who she used to be. But deep down, she feels that there is nothing to return to. It's always been one thing after another, as if she was destined to never have a normal life.

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Intrests:

• Kits
  
• Fighting
  
• Loyalty
  
• Being Opinionated
  
• Being Quiet
  

Dislikes:

• Rouges/Loners
  
• Liars
  
• ShadowClan
  
• Talking About Her History
  
• Most toms
  

History:

When Owlwing was born, she was born to what would be called a single mother. Her father took little interest in his only daughter, let alone what was supposed to be his mate. It was unusual to see such a dysfunctional outcome, but the Clan could not force the warrior to look after his family and so let it be. Brindleface, the young queen, did not have trouble bringing up her kit on her own, for she did not have to. The older, wiser, and even former queens helped her every day, for six moons. They brought her prey, told stories of their own first litters, and became adoptive aunts of the little kit. So in all, Owlwing's kithood was fairly decent.

Things got messy when she was an apprentice. In Owlwing's third moon of training, she was given permission to venture off on her own to go hunting. That day, she came face-to-face with her first rouge, a young tom that went by the name of Duke. Her mentor had always told her to chase every intruder away, so she with this thought in her pretty little head, she began to threaten the tom, who promptly settled himself more. She had attacked him then, figuring that a rouge didn't know squat about any warrior battle moves. Yet he did, and simply tossed her aside. Well, of course furious, Owlwing had threatened to fetch reinforcments. Duke then promised that he only needed one night's rest, and then he would leave the territory, also promising he wouldn't touch any prey that belonged to ThunderClan. Skeptical, Owlwing and agreed not to tell anyone of this encounter and went on her way. The next day, she had ventured out once more, to make sure that the tom had left. He didn't. He was there the next day, and the day after that as well.

And then before she knew it, she had been charmed by this Duke, infatuated with his stories of his adventures. And so being young and stupid, she fell in love with the enemy. He pledged his love for her as well, and those few days turned into weeks. He showed up less and less as she continued her training, promising he would not put her endanger of losing the trust of her Clan. She allowed him to hunt on the territory, to sleep as far away from camp as he could see fit. Unfortunately, he never told her where he was staying at night, and a late patrol of which the near-warrior was on, came upon him. In a fury of rage, Duke thought that she had broken her promise and led the patrol to him. So in return, he attacked her, viciously blinding her for the rest of her life, and scaring her so that she would always remember that it had been her fault. The three warriors that had been with her had killed Duke, blind to why he had pinpointed the apprentice and not one of them.

Call it a life lesson, a wake up call to follow the warrior code, or a fate gone wrong, but Owlwing has always since been a one-cat wonder when it comes to rouge and loner cats, whole-heartedly spilling her hateful words toward them. To this day, no one actually knows why she hates them so much, nor why she seems so hateful in general, as it is a huge turn around from the once hyper, friendly kit that most of them knew.

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