Name meaning: Prefix "Dusk" refers to her smokey pelt; Suffix "wish" refers to her wishful spirit
Past names/nicknames: Duskkit, Duskfin, Dusk
Age: 20 moons
Past Ranks:kit, apprentice
Current Apprentice: N/A
Past Apprentices: N/A
Appearance: Below average she-cat, fluffy, smokey grey, with black point markings and white front paws and pale blue eyes
Brief description (book description): a small, fluffy white she cat with black point markings and white front paws and pale blue eyes
Voice: soft, clear with a hint of force
Scent: scorched earth, ash
Duskwish has always been a trusting cat since her birth. Being too trusting can lead to either good or bad things for her
Living in a home where she cats are seen as basically nothing has caused Duskwish to develop shyness. She tends to keep her thoughts to herself and doesn't like interacting
As well as developing shyness, Duskwish also developed a certain softness. She tends to stay quiet and gets her feelings hurt easily
With growing up in a cruel home and a cruel world in general, Duskwish became very reflexive, always on guard and paying attention to her surroundings
Tends to keep to herself, avoids others
Enjoys her alone time
Though this may be good for the clan it is not for Duskwish. She has no back bone and is unable to defend herself against the wrong doings of her clan
When she does speak, she speaks her thoughts. This tends to get her in trouble
Duskwish is known to be a cowardly cat. Scared of the other toms in her clan, as well as the other clans.
Duskwish is too goofy and not serious enough for anyone to take her seriously
With her trusting nature Duskwish will believe lots of things she is told, especially from the other toms in her clan.
With how she was treated her whole life just being around her clan mates can make her anxious, scared of being punished for
kit: As a kit life was pretty normal for Duskwish, she stayed in the nursery most of the time, watched over by her mother. She remained blissfully unaware of what she would become when she was older, not a fearless warrior like her mother had told her about. But a queen who had no other purpose than to provide and care for kits. She would love to play warrior with her mother, sometimes toms would give them weird looks but they didn't care, they just had fun.
apprentice: As an apprentice things were much harder for Dusk, she started to get the experience of how she cats were treated around her clan. She was constantly yelled at and treated badly by other toms. Dusk sometimes thought it would maybe be better to just run away, but Basaltclan was her home, she needed to stay with it.
Queen: Older life has been nothing special for Dusk, she lost the passion she once had for her clan and being a warrior and was replaced by resentment toward her home. She spends most of her time now around the nursery, helping care for the young kits, trying to prepare the young she cats for the cruel world that awaits them. She hopes one day things will change, she'd do anything to help make it happen.
To be continued in rp
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-Duskwish is half clan
-Favorite color is light green
-calls toms "sir"
= R E L A T I O N S H I P S =
✔ - soft fur
✔ - long fur
✔ - caring
✔ - strong
✘ - aggressive cats
✘ - disrespectful
Parents: ashnose (father) Cherryleaf (mother- waveclan)
Littermates : (open)
Siblings: Smokewing (half-by father)
Distant relatives: (open)
// Respect a lot
// Slight crush
// Good friend
// Close friend
// Wants to get to know them
// Can't bear without
// Joint at the hip
// Not trusted
// Slightly suspicious
// Very suspicious
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|| First Person
a small breeze drifted through the forest clearing, causing leaves that have fallen from the dying trees to the soft dirt ground. A young ginger apprentice crouched on her haunches, flicking her bushy tail in the air, leaves drifting around her. She slowly crept forward, the dried up leaves crunching softly under her white paws. Her nose twitched slightly as she scanned the area for the sweet sent of a young mouse. Tongue flicking against her lips as she launched herself into the air, landing in the bushes and pinning the mouse under her small paws. She smirked as the mouse squirmed, quickly biting down into its neck, snapping it. The young apprentice purred at her success, picking up the mouse in her jaw and standing up, joyfully walking back toward camp.
i love her