Post by Redbird on Jul 19, 2018 0:32:47 GMT
Name: Redbird
Previous Names: Redkit, Redpaw
Nicknames: xxx
Roleplayer: May~Riin/Riin
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi-sexual
Mates: xxx
Previous Mates: xxx
Crushes: xxx
Plot...: she's a queen, so would kind of love it if she had a girlfriend tbh that doesn't mind she's preggo with other's kits. If this plot bunny interests you, since i usually dont like planning things outright, just rp with Redbird first and we'll see where it goes!
Age: 26 moons old (2+ years)
Birthday: April 11th
Birth Season: New-Leaf
Zodiac Sign: Aries
Clan: FireClan
Previous Clans: xxx
Rank: Warrior/Queen
Previous Ranks: Kit, Warrior Apprentice
Religion: On-and-off CloudClan
Warrior Code?: Some parts of it.
Blood: FireClan, maybe some hella ancient IceClan and TreeClan
Favorite Food: Birds
Least Favorite Food: Frogs/Toads
Pros: Kind, oh gawd to be continued as she's roleplayed more...
Cons: Lazy, takes over the conversation, doesn't like direct orders from authority for some things, rebellious, sneaky, to be continued
Personality: xxx rp more
Eye Color: Moss-green
Body Build: FireClan skinny and lean, long-legged and clear runner
Fur Length: Short
Pelt Color: (dark) Ginger/Russet/Red
Pelt Markings: Tabby/Stripes
Description: Ginger or russet fur, described often as red, with faint darker tabby markings all across, and speckles of white encasing her entire frame. A tuft of white at the tip of her tail, on her chest, and the third toe of her right front paw set herself apart from being entirely orange.
Mother: unnamed deceased
Father: unnamed deceased
Littermates: unnamed deceased
Ancient Ancestors from VWW: Firebird, Foxclaw, Speckflame, Cloudskip, Echopaw/forest
Acquaintances: Foxfeather
Friends: xxx
Best Friends: xxx
Enemies: xxx
History:
Born in the FireClan nursery, Redkit didn't know her father. Apparently he had died before he even knew he was to have kits. Despite this, she was never really sad about it. As the only surviving child of a litter of five, Redkit was already accustomed to thinking she had lost cats she should care about. But she didn't know them personally, so how could she grieve? All she had was her mother, a cat as red in fur color as she was, who tucked young Redkit under her flank no matter who it was that entered the nursery. Be it a friend or acquaintance, her mother never let Redkit wander too far, and be anywhere near her Clanmates without she herself as a guard.
Redkit wondered if her mother's protectiveness had to do with the deaths of her four littermates. And she would be correct. Although, no one told her until she was a mature enough apprentice... she figured it was the same thing that happened to any mouths to feed in a time of a crisis. Five kittens is too much for anyone, and being the only mother, Redkit's parent had to make a choice. Who would live, who would starve, and who would die quickly. Her mother had looked towards the other kits in the nursery, and the pregnant queens there waiting for their own little ones to be born, and she made a sacrifice for them all.
She would let only one of her five survive, in hopes that someone else's kits wouldn't have to be smothered the same way. At least spare them the pain. One was enough to keep her content.
Growing up, Redkit was friendly, if not a bit shy in the nursery. She didn't have many enemies, and was the type to become shocked if anyone so much as acted mean, in disbelief their parents let them have a bad attitude and use foul language. Even the word stupid was a swear in her mother's way of teaching.
When apprenticeship rolled around, Redkit was definitely excited. Although she didn't parade around with big dreams of leadership or conquests in battle, Redkit planned on being a great warrior of FireClan.
Apprenticeship wasn't easy. What became known within the coming moons was that, Redpaw liked laying around and playing whenever she wanted to. Her responsibilities were easy to handle at first, but towards the middle of her training, Redpaw questioned the point in all of it. Her mentor held little, if any, sympathy for laziness. And with a rebellious attitude, Redpaw started to act out. She was never mean to others, and never held a grudge against her elders that scolded her. But she put less effort into her battle training, spent more time sight seeing that hunting, and played with the kits in the nursery more than her own hard-working apprentices.
Despite her obvious size difference to the youngest FireClan members, Redpaw got along with them amazingly, a true kitten at heart no matter what she faced. She loved moss ball and games of Warriors. Only when cats she looked up to and respected came around did she feel more embarrassed with her ways. But so long as they didn't outright seem to criticize her, Redpaw continued what she was doing.
As the end of her apprenticeship rolled around, Redpaw passed her assessment just barely. She was just good enough to become a warrior, nothing outstanding or brilliant to be remembered. She was just Redbird. Kind, thoughtful, and considerate Redbird. But lazy and sneaky as well. Hey, it took a whole lot of sneaking to avoid half of the scoldings and punishments she was suppose to receive!
As a warrior, life was nothing amazing. Redbird thrived in the attention of her name, and the freedom that came with it. She felt happier when she got more choice in how she hunted and where, and enjoyed learning battle moves on her own without having to feel like it was *demanded* of her. It was probably more obvious to her Clanmates now that Redbird wasn't a bad, lazy warrior (maybe a little bit), but just one that worked at her own pace, by her own choice. She still preferred kithood games and watching the wind stir the grass, or sleep in just to catch those couple more minutes of an awesome dream. But Redbird was a little bit more of a warrior than cats had been giving her credit for.
A year went by, before Redbird's fantasies finally snapped her back into reality. As one of the queens of FireClan at the time pulled her aside, speaking of leaving the clan for a life of a kittypet. Although the parting hurt, Redbird was thankful the queen had seen a side of the warrior she knew how to satisfy, and the perhaps "lazy" world of the nursery and kittings left and right was her chance at happiness.
She had always loved kits and their games, perhaps maturing a bit more as time wore on into a socially respectable cat (word wise, her actions definitely scream inexperienced), but that didn't matter. Once the queen left, Redbird took her place.
She's still a little new into the role, but Redbird has opened her paws to the position with excitement and cheer. Because no body scolds a she-cat whose plump with kits! Victory!
If you'd like to roleplay with Redbird, hit me a PM to May~Riin ! *ominous voice* Especially if you're down for fathering some little demon spawn O-or friends works, too!
Previous Names: Redkit, Redpaw
Nicknames: xxx
Roleplayer: May~Riin/Riin
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi-sexual
Mates: xxx
Previous Mates: xxx
Crushes: xxx
Plot...: she's a queen, so would kind of love it if she had a girlfriend tbh that doesn't mind she's preggo with other's kits. If this plot bunny interests you, since i usually dont like planning things outright, just rp with Redbird first and we'll see where it goes!
Age: 26 moons old (2+ years)
Birthday: April 11th
Birth Season: New-Leaf
Zodiac Sign: Aries
Clan: FireClan
Previous Clans: xxx
Rank: Warrior/Queen
Previous Ranks: Kit, Warrior Apprentice
Religion: On-and-off CloudClan
Warrior Code?: Some parts of it.
Blood: FireClan, maybe some hella ancient IceClan and TreeClan
Favorite Food: Birds
Least Favorite Food: Frogs/Toads
Pros: Kind, oh gawd to be continued as she's roleplayed more...
Cons: Lazy, takes over the conversation, doesn't like direct orders from authority for some things, rebellious, sneaky, to be continued
Personality: xxx rp more
Eye Color: Moss-green
Body Build: FireClan skinny and lean, long-legged and clear runner
Fur Length: Short
Pelt Color: (dark) Ginger/Russet/Red
Pelt Markings: Tabby/Stripes
Description: Ginger or russet fur, described often as red, with faint darker tabby markings all across, and speckles of white encasing her entire frame. A tuft of white at the tip of her tail, on her chest, and the third toe of her right front paw set herself apart from being entirely orange.
Mother: unnamed deceased
Father: unnamed deceased
Littermates: unnamed deceased
Ancient Ancestors from VWW: Firebird, Foxclaw, Speckflame, Cloudskip, Echopaw/forest
Acquaintances: Foxfeather
Friends: xxx
Best Friends: xxx
Enemies: xxx
History:
Kithood
Born in the FireClan nursery, Redkit didn't know her father. Apparently he had died before he even knew he was to have kits. Despite this, she was never really sad about it. As the only surviving child of a litter of five, Redkit was already accustomed to thinking she had lost cats she should care about. But she didn't know them personally, so how could she grieve? All she had was her mother, a cat as red in fur color as she was, who tucked young Redkit under her flank no matter who it was that entered the nursery. Be it a friend or acquaintance, her mother never let Redkit wander too far, and be anywhere near her Clanmates without she herself as a guard.
Redkit wondered if her mother's protectiveness had to do with the deaths of her four littermates. And she would be correct. Although, no one told her until she was a mature enough apprentice... she figured it was the same thing that happened to any mouths to feed in a time of a crisis. Five kittens is too much for anyone, and being the only mother, Redkit's parent had to make a choice. Who would live, who would starve, and who would die quickly. Her mother had looked towards the other kits in the nursery, and the pregnant queens there waiting for their own little ones to be born, and she made a sacrifice for them all.
She would let only one of her five survive, in hopes that someone else's kits wouldn't have to be smothered the same way. At least spare them the pain. One was enough to keep her content.
Growing up, Redkit was friendly, if not a bit shy in the nursery. She didn't have many enemies, and was the type to become shocked if anyone so much as acted mean, in disbelief their parents let them have a bad attitude and use foul language. Even the word stupid was a swear in her mother's way of teaching.
When apprenticeship rolled around, Redkit was definitely excited. Although she didn't parade around with big dreams of leadership or conquests in battle, Redkit planned on being a great warrior of FireClan.
Apprenticeship
Apprenticeship wasn't easy. What became known within the coming moons was that, Redpaw liked laying around and playing whenever she wanted to. Her responsibilities were easy to handle at first, but towards the middle of her training, Redpaw questioned the point in all of it. Her mentor held little, if any, sympathy for laziness. And with a rebellious attitude, Redpaw started to act out. She was never mean to others, and never held a grudge against her elders that scolded her. But she put less effort into her battle training, spent more time sight seeing that hunting, and played with the kits in the nursery more than her own hard-working apprentices.
Despite her obvious size difference to the youngest FireClan members, Redpaw got along with them amazingly, a true kitten at heart no matter what she faced. She loved moss ball and games of Warriors. Only when cats she looked up to and respected came around did she feel more embarrassed with her ways. But so long as they didn't outright seem to criticize her, Redpaw continued what she was doing.
As the end of her apprenticeship rolled around, Redpaw passed her assessment just barely. She was just good enough to become a warrior, nothing outstanding or brilliant to be remembered. She was just Redbird. Kind, thoughtful, and considerate Redbird. But lazy and sneaky as well. Hey, it took a whole lot of sneaking to avoid half of the scoldings and punishments she was suppose to receive!
Warriorhood
As a warrior, life was nothing amazing. Redbird thrived in the attention of her name, and the freedom that came with it. She felt happier when she got more choice in how she hunted and where, and enjoyed learning battle moves on her own without having to feel like it was *demanded* of her. It was probably more obvious to her Clanmates now that Redbird wasn't a bad, lazy warrior (maybe a little bit), but just one that worked at her own pace, by her own choice. She still preferred kithood games and watching the wind stir the grass, or sleep in just to catch those couple more minutes of an awesome dream. But Redbird was a little bit more of a warrior than cats had been giving her credit for.
A year went by, before Redbird's fantasies finally snapped her back into reality. As one of the queens of FireClan at the time pulled her aside, speaking of leaving the clan for a life of a kittypet. Although the parting hurt, Redbird was thankful the queen had seen a side of the warrior she knew how to satisfy, and the perhaps "lazy" world of the nursery and kittings left and right was her chance at happiness.
She had always loved kits and their games, perhaps maturing a bit more as time wore on into a socially respectable cat (word wise, her actions definitely scream inexperienced), but that didn't matter. Once the queen left, Redbird took her place.
She's still a little new into the role, but Redbird has opened her paws to the position with excitement and cheer. Because no body scolds a she-cat whose plump with kits! Victory!
If you'd like to roleplay with Redbird, hit me a PM to May~Riin ! *ominous voice* Especially if you're down for fathering some little demon spawn O-or friends works, too!
