Sorrowheart

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Name: Sorrowheart
Age: 36 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Warrior
Personality:

Sorrowheart is reclusive. Winning her trust is like finding a flying mouse. She is very harsh on apprentices, and even some of her younger warriors. Once she loses her tempor, it takes the rest of the day to calm her down. She does have a soft spot for kits, and only the senior warriors understand why.

She is a tough fighter, though. When it comes to battle she will fight tooth and claw. She isn't quite sure where her loyalties lie, because she doesn't really fit in with the clan. She hates catching prey and having to share it with everyone in the clan. She is bitter when she is hungry, and blames it on the clan for not finding their own food and making her share hers.

Bad Habits: Moping around, and being too critical of they way queens treat their kits.

Likes: Kits

Dislikes: Happy families

Picture:
Short Description:

Mottled gray she-cat with green eyes.

Appearance:

Sorrowheart is a very imposing cat. Her fur is long, and her tail sweeps dramatically. No cat can really decide what color her fur is. It is mostly grey, but also has brown, white, and black mixed in. Some cats swear they can see smudges of green in it, too. Her eyes start out green by the pupils, then lighten as they go out. Around the edges, they are bright yellow. Her ears are unusually tall, and have long tufts of white fur protruding from them. Her whiskers are also very long, and droopy.

History:

Sorrowheart has had a hard life. She got her name, Sorrowkit, from her mother for a very cruel reason. Her two brothers were both still-borns. Sorrowheart's mother named her for the sorrow she felt for losing two of her three kits. Sorrowheart hates her name, because it always reminds her of the things she wishes she could forget. She grew up alone in the nursery, with only her depressed mother. There she learned to keep to herself, because she could not develop the social skills most kits gain at that age.

As an apprentice, Sorrowpaw's life hardly got better. She had no siblings to learn with, and the other apprentices were older than her. She would have made friends with them, but as said earlier, she didn't know how. She kept to herself, misunderstanding their gestures of friendship. Sorrowpaw was a natural fighter, though. The only times of joy in her life were when she was training with her mentor. She understood the warrior code, and believed that it was a good way to keep the Clans from fighting. But, she did not understand why she was expected to share everything she had with her clan.

When Sorrowheart recieved her warrior name, her leader offered to change it. He understood how much her name held her back from true happiness. But, she felt like it was necessary to keep the name her mother had given her. To this day, she still bears the burden of her mother's sorrow everytime someone calls her name. Sorrowheart was an excellent warrior, defending her clan with tooth and claw, though she did not know why. She'd never been interested in mates or kits, because she knew from her mother how much they could hurt a cat.

Family:

Two still-born Brothers [x]
Father-Twisttail [x]
Mother-Patchfur [x]

RP Example:

The cold night wind whistled harshly over the she-cat's gray ears. She'd always been glad for these stolen moments, alone with her thoughts. She hated having to act like she cared about the other cats in her clan. Usually it wasn't too hard, as long as she stayed away from the nursery. A muffled sound made Sorrowheart's ears twitch. Please don't be another warrior! She thought, cringing. The swoop of a bird's wings startled her, making her jump. She chuckled to herself, realizing that that had been the sound she was hearing. 'If only my life were as easy as flying away as soon as I was uncomfortable.' She muttered. She'd never particularly enjoyed Clan life; having to share everything you had, including your privacy.

Other:

[Head{admin}]

accepted