Post by Rubysong on Nov 30, 2014 20:18:57 GMT -5
Name: Tafiirpaw (said Tah-fear, and means 'thief' in the dragon tounge, she likes to be called Tafiir)
Age: 8 moons old
Gender: Female
Clan: Shadowclan
Personality:
How would you describe a thief? You would say that a thief is conniving, sneaky, dishonest, forgetful, discreet, adventurous and fearless correct? All these words including more describe Tafiirpaw, she is literally the meaning of the word "Thief." Tafiirpaw is also Imaginative and trusting.
Appearance:
She is a dark grey with a black full undercoat and black paws. She has light green eyes and notches in her left ear. Her fur is short on her small body. She has long legs and a small body.
History:
Rain trickled down the tree leaves as the clouds covered the new moon. Howls of wolves could be heard in the distance and growls of thunder broke out the clouds every other moment. In a small cave near the edge of the forest around the lake a mother huddled with her kits keeping them safe.
"Iiz! Give that back!" Tafiir called to her littermate, a white tom who smirked. The small grey kitten bounded over to where a mouse was being held captive by the tom cat. "Ven! Help, Iiz stole my mouse."
"It's your problem, Tafiir. Besides mother will be back soon with more food." Ven called back.
"Fine, when do we got to learn to hunt?" Tafiir asked sitting back and letting Iiz think she gave up. Back in the dark corner, the last kit sat up and looked to his littermates.
"We have one last moon, Tafiir. We are five moons old, so it won't be too long." The strongest kit padded up and walked over to the others.
"Rein be nice." Ven cautioned as Tafiir grabbed her mouse back from Iiz when he let his guard down. "It won't be too long, soon we'll all have to go our own ways." The sound of cat paws scuffing on the dirt made the four kits run to the entrance of the cave.
Lightning flashed before the kits eyes landing only a few metres from the cave. And with the lightning that brought fire, the cave started to collapse. The four littermates rushed for the entrance, but however only Tafiir escaped. Waiting for her littermates she heard one word from the now collapsed cave. "Run, Tafiir. Get out of hear! RUN!" She knew that voice belonged to Ven and she followed his command.
She didn't stop running until she was deep into the territory, where the pines were tall. "Ven, Iiz, Rein?" Tafiir called out, knowing she would not receive a reply. "Mom? Where am I?" The scent of mouse was caught in the wind and Tafiir followed the scent to a patrol of cats who had just buried their prey to collect it for later. Unburying the prey she picked it up and went over to a bush where she slept that night.
This went on for two moons, letting Tafiir live up to the meaning of her name, as she stole the food from the patrols. So as she was seven moons old she went to where th epatrol had left a new piece of prey.
"Hault. What are you doing on Shadowclan territory?" The male voice belonged to a cat who had walked off with the patrol only a few moments later.
"Oh, I, um, well, this, um, I wanted some food so I've, um been taking it. Sorry. I didn't think you needed it since you buried it." Tafiir stumbled over her words spinning around and finding a keen interest in the dirt beneath her feet.
"You are the one who has been stealing our prey?" He asked sternly. "Didn't your mother ever teach you to hunt your own food?"
"No, she didn't have th etime seeing as her and my littermates died when I was five moons old." Tafiir growled back and hissed, her fur bristling.
"Perhaps our clan can show you how to hunt, and you will join our clan? We could use someone like you." The male stated and left expecting Tafiir to follow him. Rushing after they came to the clan and Tafiir sat in the centre while the clan decided whether or not to accept her.
After a few hours the clan of shadow accepted her.
Extra: Iiz means ice, Ven means wind and Rein means roar.