Jul 3, 2019 10:28:32 GMT -5
MANTISCLAW
jungleclan ∙ warrior ∙ female ∙ eighteen moons
Appearance
Description sentence:
A thin brown tabby she-cat with green eyes.
Appearance:
Mantisclaw sports a build that is long and lean, skinny both in times of plenty and in harsher weather. Her skinniness should not be mistaken as being petite, however. When it comes to physical size she is rather average. Her pelt is a brown tabby, which caps her head and sits on her back in large swatches and splotches. The majority of her belly, legs, and feet are a pure white.
Her lean build translates into her angular and rather small head. Set against high cheekbones are two piercing green eyes, as vibrant as the jungle foliage she lives in. However, her eyes are about the prettiest thing about her, with the rest of her features, from to the pink of her nose to the set of her mouth being rather unremarkable.
Personality
Positive Traits: • clever • independent • resilient | Negative Traits: • bitter • sarcastic • cold |
Personality:
Mantis is many things, but warm and friendly she is not. Not prone to trusting anyone or anything, generally airing on the side of pessimism and that all good things must come to an end, Mantis can be cold and unforgiving, stubborn in her beliefs. Her childhood has made her bitter, and she rarely speaks unless she absolutely has to. Any words that do come out of her mouth are often sarcastic if they aren't simple yes or no answers.
While Mantis is often bitter and negative, that doesn't mean she doesn't care. She does, deeply, although she would never admit it, that weakness. She cares about her family, her aunt and her brother, and she cares about her clan and its well-being as well. While she might never provide an emotional support, she is willing to do anything for them. Sometimes the only way she can show she cares is by small actions such as by offering the choicest piece of a prey.
Life has offered Mantis many opportunities to give up, but the she-cat is resilient, clinging to what she has with her claws. Stubborn to a fault, she does not give up. She is extremely independent, and does not take well when others tell her what she can or can not do. Sometimes she is contrary just to be contrary.
That being said, Mantis is also clever, especially when it comes to picking up when other cats are lying to her. Or perhaps its more apt to suggest that she always thinks others are lying to her, and just happens to get it right often enough to confirm her doubts and fears.
While Mantis is often bitter and negative, that doesn't mean she doesn't care. She does, deeply, although she would never admit it, that weakness. She cares about her family, her aunt and her brother, and she cares about her clan and its well-being as well. While she might never provide an emotional support, she is willing to do anything for them. Sometimes the only way she can show she cares is by small actions such as by offering the choicest piece of a prey.
Life has offered Mantis many opportunities to give up, but the she-cat is resilient, clinging to what she has with her claws. Stubborn to a fault, she does not give up. She is extremely independent, and does not take well when others tell her what she can or can not do. Sometimes she is contrary just to be contrary.
That being said, Mantis is also clever, especially when it comes to picking up when other cats are lying to her. Or perhaps its more apt to suggest that she always thinks others are lying to her, and just happens to get it right often enough to confirm her doubts and fears.
Skills & Combat
Strengths: • tree climbing • hunting • stealth | Weaknesses: • swimming • fighting • healing |
Combat:
• Defense: 12
• Attack: 1d20+2
Character Background
Family:
Palmstorm (father, dead), Cinderheart (mother, dead) Dapplesplash (aunt, alive)
Tarantula- (brother, alive), Beetlekit (brother, dead)
History:
tw: murder/suicide [see spoiler]
Palmstorm and Cinderheart were very much in love. The two had grown up together, only a few moons apart, as apprentices and then as young warriors. Palmstorm was always erratic, unable to control his emotions and prone to bouts of melancholy and anger. Cinderheart was a calm equalizing force. She accepted him as he was, helped him to focus on his training and successfully become a warrior.
It didn't take long for the two to become official mates, star-crossed in every way. They were totally devoted to each other, often to the point of ignoring their family members in favor of each other. When Cinderheart was twenty four moons old when she became pregnant. The pair were overjoyed.
Except Cinderheart did not give birth when the medicine cat predicted. It was a few days, then a few days turned into a week by the time she finally gave birth. After a long and hard labor she gave birth to three kits, naming them Mantiskit, Tarantulakit, and Beetlekit. The kits, thank the stars and the Gods, were healthy. But as the kits grew, Cinderheart's condition worsened. The she-cat was plagued by a fever off and on for the next three moons, growing progressively weaker. Her sister, Dapplesplash, tried to step in, help care for them as Palmstorm grew more erratic, spending days away from his mate before hovering over her every move.
When the kits were only three and half moons, Cinderheart finally succumbed. With the loss of his mate, Palmheart fell into a deep depression, refusing to see his kits and wandering out, alone, into the jungle. Dapplesplash stepped in, trying her best to care for her nieces and nephews. Mantiskit felt confused and angry at the sudden loss of her mother and her once doting father's rejection.
Then, in the middle of the night, just after the kits turned four moons, Palmstorm approached them and whispered that they had to follow him on a top secret mission. Mantiskit didn't want to go with, as stubborn as ever, but Tarantulakit and Beetlekit were thrilled to have their father's attention again. So Mantiskit followed as he snuck them out of camp, wide-eyed at all the things they saw around them. They walked for a long time, soon mewing that they were tired, that they wanted to go back. But Palmstorm assured them that they were going on an adventure, that they were going to see their mother. He led them to a pool of water, told Tarantulakit and Mantiskit to wait a moment, for "their turn".
By the time Dapplesplash found them, having tracked the kits as soon as she noticed they were missing from the nursery, Beetlekit lay limp and Mantiskit dangled from her father jaw, scrambling to get away as he forced her into the water. Dapplesplash attacked him as soon as she saw everything, the two fighting while Mantiskit struggled, trying to reach the edge of the pool. By the time she managed to get out, soaking wet and shivering, Dapplesplash stood over the prone body of their father, her pelt covered in gashes.
When they got back to camp, the clan was nothing but whispers. Dapplesplash tried to shield the kits from the reality of their brother and father's death, but she too was under scrutiny. Another queen took care of the kits until they became apprentices. Mantis, meanwhile, was plagued with nightmares of water. When she became an apprentice, under a soft and well-meaning she-cat by the name of Papayablossom, she refused to learn to swim, never stepping foot near the shore or river no matter how many times the "importance of exploration" was drilled into her. Instead she excelled at climbing trees, sneaking through the shadows, running. Her brother, meanwhile, excelled in making friends. Where Mantis had become cold, closed-off, mistrusting of her clanmates, who she felt judged her for her past, pitied her or worse, Tarantula found comfort being surrounded by others.
Through it all, the tom never stopped trying to get his sister to join him and his friends. Dapplesplash too tried to help her niece, and was moderately more successful. Dapplesplash understood her, was frank and to the point. But Mantis still isolated herself, even more so when she eventually became a warrior with her brother. She earned the name Mantisclaw for her hunting ability.
As a warrior, Mantisclaw has been focused on nothing more than keeping her head down and doing her job, pretending that is not lonely. That is fine.
Palmstorm and Cinderheart were very much in love. The two had grown up together, only a few moons apart, as apprentices and then as young warriors. Palmstorm was always erratic, unable to control his emotions and prone to bouts of melancholy and anger. Cinderheart was a calm equalizing force. She accepted him as he was, helped him to focus on his training and successfully become a warrior.
It didn't take long for the two to become official mates, star-crossed in every way. They were totally devoted to each other, often to the point of ignoring their family members in favor of each other. When Cinderheart was twenty four moons old when she became pregnant. The pair were overjoyed.
Except Cinderheart did not give birth when the medicine cat predicted. It was a few days, then a few days turned into a week by the time she finally gave birth. After a long and hard labor she gave birth to three kits, naming them Mantiskit, Tarantulakit, and Beetlekit. The kits, thank the stars and the Gods, were healthy. But as the kits grew, Cinderheart's condition worsened. The she-cat was plagued by a fever off and on for the next three moons, growing progressively weaker. Her sister, Dapplesplash, tried to step in, help care for them as Palmstorm grew more erratic, spending days away from his mate before hovering over her every move.
When the kits were only three and half moons, Cinderheart finally succumbed. With the loss of his mate, Palmheart fell into a deep depression, refusing to see his kits and wandering out, alone, into the jungle. Dapplesplash stepped in, trying her best to care for her nieces and nephews. Mantiskit felt confused and angry at the sudden loss of her mother and her once doting father's rejection.
Then, in the middle of the night, just after the kits turned four moons, Palmstorm approached them and whispered that they had to follow him on a top secret mission. Mantiskit didn't want to go with, as stubborn as ever, but Tarantulakit and Beetlekit were thrilled to have their father's attention again. So Mantiskit followed as he snuck them out of camp, wide-eyed at all the things they saw around them. They walked for a long time, soon mewing that they were tired, that they wanted to go back. But Palmstorm assured them that they were going on an adventure, that they were going to see their mother. He led them to a pool of water, told Tarantulakit and Mantiskit to wait a moment, for "their turn".
By the time Dapplesplash found them, having tracked the kits as soon as she noticed they were missing from the nursery, Beetlekit lay limp and Mantiskit dangled from her father jaw, scrambling to get away as he forced her into the water. Dapplesplash attacked him as soon as she saw everything, the two fighting while Mantiskit struggled, trying to reach the edge of the pool. By the time she managed to get out, soaking wet and shivering, Dapplesplash stood over the prone body of their father, her pelt covered in gashes.
When they got back to camp, the clan was nothing but whispers. Dapplesplash tried to shield the kits from the reality of their brother and father's death, but she too was under scrutiny. Another queen took care of the kits until they became apprentices. Mantis, meanwhile, was plagued with nightmares of water. When she became an apprentice, under a soft and well-meaning she-cat by the name of Papayablossom, she refused to learn to swim, never stepping foot near the shore or river no matter how many times the "importance of exploration" was drilled into her. Instead she excelled at climbing trees, sneaking through the shadows, running. Her brother, meanwhile, excelled in making friends. Where Mantis had become cold, closed-off, mistrusting of her clanmates, who she felt judged her for her past, pitied her or worse, Tarantula found comfort being surrounded by others.
Through it all, the tom never stopped trying to get his sister to join him and his friends. Dapplesplash too tried to help her niece, and was moderately more successful. Dapplesplash understood her, was frank and to the point. But Mantis still isolated herself, even more so when she eventually became a warrior with her brother. She earned the name Mantisclaw for her hunting ability.
As a warrior, Mantisclaw has been focused on nothing more than keeping her head down and doing her job, pretending that is not lonely. That is fine.
Other Notes
Shop Purchases:
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Other:
Mantisclaw is bisexual !
