Post by SPIRITEYES on Feb 2, 2013 18:29:24 GMT -5
STORMCLAN
A long-furred silver-grey tabby she-cat with golden colored eyes.
Spiriteyes has one of those calm, laid-back attitudes that make you more comfortable being around her. She doesn't try to be noticed all too much, preferring to keep to the shadows, not liking the attention that those better than her get. Her heart is, in use of the human expression, on her "sleeve". She's open to those that she gets to know, yet closed off to those she doesn't. It's not so much anyone else's fault, just the fact that she puts a whole new meaning to paranoid.
Spiriteyes hates few things, thinking its not worth it to hate something so much as it is to be indifferent to it or ignore it completely. This tends to be the same for other cats as well. Being open to those she thinks of as friends and family, or kith and kin as the term goes, she fears one day they'll be gone before she herself goes to Starclan. This, being one of the few strong fears that she has, she works to keep it from happening, keeping those around her as happy as she can.
Spiriteyes hates few things, thinking its not worth it to hate something so much as it is to be indifferent to it or ignore it completely. This tends to be the same for other cats as well. Being open to those she thinks of as friends and family, or kith and kin as the term goes, she fears one day they'll be gone before she herself goes to Starclan. This, being one of the few strong fears that she has, she works to keep it from happening, keeping those around her as happy as she can.
Born in the second tier of society in the Kingdom, Spiriteyes was born, of course, under a different name. She was known as Astarte. She learned how to hunt and fight at an early age, around five moons old, and learned that treating anyone higher than her with any sort of disrespect lead to punishment.
Her mother died when she was about four moons old, leaving her father to care for her. After the war was won with the kingdom, a war she wasn't supposed to participate in by her father's words (he had supported the Duke and was one of the few who died in the war), she joined in the formation of the clans. She had fought on their side, not wanting to be a slave to another's wishes yet wanting somewhere to belong, wanting to willing serve another.
She was too old by this time to be an apprentice, so she joined the ranks of newly made warriors, changing her name to Spiriteyes. She's served her clan for a good few moons now, doing better at fighting than hunting by a long shot. The painful memories of the Duke and the war, better known as the rebellion, of the cats that fled and the ones that died. Haunting images that she feared would remain with her forever, yet she kept up a mask of happiness around her all the same. There was no use in bringing her new clan-mates down into her own little pit of fear with her.
Her mother died when she was about four moons old, leaving her father to care for her. After the war was won with the kingdom, a war she wasn't supposed to participate in by her father's words (he had supported the Duke and was one of the few who died in the war), she joined in the formation of the clans. She had fought on their side, not wanting to be a slave to another's wishes yet wanting somewhere to belong, wanting to willing serve another.
She was too old by this time to be an apprentice, so she joined the ranks of newly made warriors, changing her name to Spiriteyes. She's served her clan for a good few moons now, doing better at fighting than hunting by a long shot. The painful memories of the Duke and the war, better known as the rebellion, of the cats that fled and the ones that died. Haunting images that she feared would remain with her forever, yet she kept up a mask of happiness around her all the same. There was no use in bringing her new clan-mates down into her own little pit of fear with her.
by Spiriteyes
