Poppybreeze Reference TGL

GENERAL INFORMATION



Name: Poppykit Poppypaw Poppybreeze Poppystar

Age: 42 Moons. (3 years and 6 months)

Sex: Female

Orientation: Heterosexual



CLAN INFORMATION



Clan: StreamClan

Rank: Deputy

Apprentice:

Current || None



Past || Leopardshine (gone rogue)



PERSONALITY

( Fiery / Patient / Arguementive / Loyal / Determined / Motherly )



Fiery: Poppybreeze is a fiery female. She tends to be angered my simple things and has a rude sense of humor. She tends to be rude to any cats that threaten her clan or her herself. She is pretty energetic, so while others are tiring from running she'll most likely be calling them slowpokes or teasing them to hurry up. If any tom tries to flatter her, she tends to be rude in response due to extreme embarrassment. The more flustered she is, the more rude and blunt this female becomes!



Patient: Despite her fieriness, she is a patient (in training and dealing with non tom related issues) with training the younger cats. She loves to help apprentices along in their fighting and hunting. She also has a knack for dealing with other cats issues. She can even hold her patience dealing with a new apprentice! When you do manage to snap her patience, she recovers quickly and often goes back to being kind quickly. Occassionally, though, she may be patient on the outside, but extremely impatient on the inside if it is something important.



Argumentive: Despite being generally nice, Poppybreeze is a very argumentive she-cat. She tends to argue about just about anything. Poppybreeze may at times seem like she is challenging authority, but realistically she is not. Poppybreeze has an unusually strong sense of putting any wrongs right, so if a decision made doesn't make sense to her, she will try extremely hard to make her leader change her mind. While it may seem a bit immature, Poppybreeze occasionally argues with younger cats if they are making themselves sound stupid by being incorrect.
Loyal: Poppybreeze is an extremely loyal she-cat to her clan. She will put her clan above all else despite some arguing and fieryness. Poppybreeze tends to be a little harsh when reminding cats of their loyalty, and that can make her come off as a rude Deputy. Poppybreeze, despite her intense loyalty, has no issue against Half-Clan love. As she herself had troubles with love, she believes that love is love and that it should be allowed regardless of Clan.
Determined: Poppybreeze is a rather determined female who, once she has her mind on things, will follow through with them till the end. Poppybreeze will try not to get distracted from tasks, but can occasionally fail. Her determination comes from her former mate always calling her useless and weak, so now she always attempts to come out successful and strong.
Motherly: Poppybreeze is a rather motherly female, as she has mothered kits. Poppybreeze has always been naturally motherly, and loves to assist other, younger cats. She happens to be full of great advice for other cats and loves to help. Poppybreeze also loves hanging around younger cats and assisting them in various tasks. Despite her once failed relationship and parenting, Poppybreeze yearns to be a mother again one day with a better mate.


PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Poppybreeze is a slightly shorter than average female with a short brown and creamy fur. She has a soft snow-white colored chest and sticks out strongly against her darker fur. She has fur that often appears to be ruffled. Her ears are slightly shorter than normal and has fur that sticks out in slight spikes. Poppybreeze's cheek fur is short and spiky, having the appearance of looking coarse. Her tail is long and semi-furry. Her eyes, which often have a thoughtful appearance and looks like the ocean a bit in color. She has an unnusually long gash running from her belly to half-way up her chest. She also has four long claw gashes along her flank.



BRIEF HISTORY

One day a long, long time ago, two cats, a male and a female met. The female, Sweetwind, was described as a beautiful cat with the softest fur and the brightest fur of lovely cream and brown. Her eyes had been described as a soft, leafy green that often sparkled with kindness and amusement. The tom, who was large with quite the terrifying gaze, was known as Bitterchill. His fur was a soft white with a back of the softest ash with tiny stripes of darker grey here and there. His eyes, which were often cold and calculating, were as icy as the first frost of Leaf-Bare. The two, despite there obvious differences, had a seemingly automatic love. Yet it seemed quite fake to the observing eye. Bitterchill had only given her miniscule compliments and rarely ever assisted her, even when she had become pregnant with his kits. The day the kits had been born to both of them, Bitterchill turned up dead, impaled on a spiny rock by the river. There was no scent of any other cat there and it was assumed that he had ended it all for himself. The kits hadn't a father now.
Despite the death of Bitterchill still fresh in the Clan, the kits were welcomed with a lot of love and warmth. The kit, Poppykit, was accepted within the clan with open paws and was automatically treated with lvoe from the start, being the kit of an only mother and the only kit in the clan in awhile. Poppykit was an observant kit, and almost right off the bat when she opened her eyes realized that there was no father figure in her life. Yet at the same time, her mind, already one made to think, knew that it wasn't right to really ask what had happened. Poppykit was a rather reclusive kit, due to the lack of other kits to play with her. She instead took to talking to a tom known as Lynxpaw. He was an 8 moon old, sturdy brown tom-cat with bright amber eyes. Lynxpaw had lvoed talking to little Poppykit and they instantly became good friends. Lynxpaw, when not training, would try to assist Poppykit in learning to fight and crouch. Poppykit, despite the miniscule amounts of pre-training, failed at the small amount of moves she learned and had always messed up something in the Hunter's Crouch. She would get it right eventually...right?
Poppykit's kithood went by relitively quickly and simply, without many significant occurences. Finally, her moment had come to step up within her Clan. She remembered her leader, gazing down at her happily, and the blinking eyes of the cats watching her below. She had remembered the words so clearly, "Poppykit, you will now be known as Poppypaw, your mentor will be Ear-" suddenly, yowling had been heard echoing around the camp. 4 cats had come racing into camp, bloody and panting and had yowled, "AirClan has crossed the border!" Then everything had sped by in a blur. Instantly the former leader had snapped into action, firing orders as quickly as a startled she-cat could. Cats had streamed, bristling, out of camp in an orderly fashion and instantly one could hear the rage-stricken screeches filtering through the strudy camp walls. What seemed like a life-time was only a short period of time, and eventually the cats limped back into the camp.
"Mommy?" Poppypaw had whispered, trotting to the line of cats returning from the battle. Her mother had gone out to fight with them, and she had yet to return. "Mommy?!" her voice had rose sharply and large shudders had started racking the young cats thin frame. "Sorry Poppypaw....she's..." the words had died in her ears as a grief-stricken screech tore from her throat. Icy tears had pricked the corners from her eyes and great, dry sobs tore from her throat. Her mother, her last alive blood relation, her protector, her loving, caring mother, gone, taken by StarClan's claws. Poppypaw, even to this day, remembered the violent grief that had filled her mind and body, causing her to lash out and refuse to move from her mothers body. Her gentle, quiet nature was gone. The anger had taken hold.
Her first time training had been terrible. She had violently shredded the tender meat and scales of the fish and she had left small claw marks on the pelt of her best friend, Lynxpaw. He had only regarded her with sympathy, angering the small female even more. Poppypaw hadn't been surprised when her leader had called her into her den to let her know that she would be punished if she clawed her fellow apprentice again. Poppypaw had only regarded her darkly, through eyes that were as cold as her fathers had been.
As soon as she had exited the den, Lynxpaw had bounded over to her and apologized for the ruckus that he had claimed he caused. Poppypaw, despite the dark rage burning in her belly, dipped her head and murmured, "I'm sorry...too." surprising the young tom at the grief and despair in her soft voice. Lynxpaw had pressed against her numbing the pain slightly. Atleast he was here, atleast there was someone still here for her in this world. Slowly but surely, her rage dissolved. While she was still extremely sad, she didn't lash out and have the dark thoughts in her mind anymore. She was making a recovery from her grief-stricken state.
Her training started to pass by more quickly, and she had managed to make a few more friends among her peers. Her apprenticeship was drawing to a close and she noticed that some feelings were becoming more mixed for Lynxbite, the newly named warrior. Her ears had begun to warm and nervous butterflies had fluttered in her belly when he had smiled at her and called her over. His excitement over her upcoming warrior ship brightened her eyes and made her far happier than she would have expected. She had begun to notice that Lynxbite's eyes had started showing new emotions that she hadn't ever seen before. What were they? She continued training, becoming far happier until the day came that her mentor told her she had passed her final assessment and was fit to finally become a warrior.
The time had come, was the only thought in the about-to-be warrior's mind. The sun glowed vibrantly in the sky and birds seemed to twitter above her, as if cheering for her in advance. "Poppypaw, you will now be known as Poppybreeze, the clan appreciates your bravery and determination and we welcome you as a full StreamClan warrior!" had been the exact words of her leader. Bright grins of happiness broke from all corners of camp and cheers rippled in the air, brightening the new warrior's heart with happiness. As soon as the ceremony had ended, she had bounded over to Lynxbite and pressed against him. Purrs ripped from her throat and she heard the words, "I love you." rumble against her chest as she cherished his presence.
Then it was night, and her vigil weighed heavily on her shoulders. Her mind was wide awake from the nervous fear that had settled in every corner of her sharp mind. She had the slightest feeling that the night wasn't as calm as she would have liked for it to be. At first, the vigil passed by at a quick pace, making the nervous dread dissolve slightly, but then slightly after Moon-high, she started hearing strange things. She instinctively thought she was just exhausted and played it off as her hallucinating, but then the noises became more profound. Whispers in the dark regarding how stupid the StreamClanners were and small chuckles. Then, the shadows broke around her and pelts flashed in her vision. Her screech rang across camp and quickly, cats had burst from the dens, claws unsheathed and rage brimming in their eyes. the battle was violent, blood and fur flying like birds. Poppybreeze felt claws rake down her flank and white-hot pain sear across her body. She fought fiercely, like any other warrior, but soon faced a cat far bigger and stronger than herself. The pain was excruciating as claws rupped down her chest as she attempted to rear up and unbalance him. A pained yowl tore from her throat and she collpased against the ground, writhing in pain as blood pooled around her. Then the worl dfroze and silence was all that her ears could hear. It had all gone dark.
She heard the yowls, the fear, she felt it tingling in her fur. Where was it coming from? Why was she so cold, why was the pain so great. She felt wet, cold, pained, and away. Her pain muddled mind couldn't seem to comprehend her body's feelings, what had happened? Her mind just couldn't seem to remember. Days later, she felt a small breeze against her frame and heard the small groan that had bubbled in her chest flutter from her lips. Her entire belly and chest felt like it was on fire. She slowly cracked her eyes open, seeing the fearful face of Lynxbite standing over her. "Wha....?" she rasped, her voice cracking heavily from lack of use. Her eyes, half opened, struggled to stay open from the exhaustion that pressed against the back of her mind. Lynxbite gently licked her ear, whispering, "Shush, Poppybreeze, you need to rest." Poppybreeze, despite the want to sit up and talk to him, couldn't muster the energy and slipped back into the pained sleep.
She woke up again at a later time, feeling less pain then before. Gingerly, she lifted her head up and nearly cried out from the pain. The soft pelt of Lynxbite was settled against her, breathing deeply. It was night, the stars of Silverpelt twinkling in the sky above the world. Poppybreeze, blinking away sleep, peered at the stars and had wondered how many days had passed since the terrible battle. She sighed loudly, disturbing the sleeping form of Lynxbite and accidentally arousing him from sleep. He watched her through exhausted amber eyes, yet a smile on his sleepy face. "You're awake..." he murmured softly, leaning over to lick her cheek. She purred softly, Turning slightly to press her face to his chest, yet pain stopped her. "Ahh...." she whimpered, settling back down comfortably. "Thank you for being here...." she had whispered, closing her eyes. "You're the cat I like, ofcourse this is something I automatically need to do for you."
Days passed and she slowly regained her strength. She started walking slightly, trying to regain lost strength. Lynxbite was always there, comforting her and giving her happiness and confidence in walking again. Their love had become noticable to the other cats in her Clan and they now considered themselves mates. Finally, after many days, she went back to duties and it seemed as if nothing had ever changed. Yet the scars were there and they would always be a reminder for Poppybreeze. Yet things were better than they had been. The clan was happy, she was happy, and things couldn't get any better. Actually, they could get worse.
Things didn't seem to get any better. Poppybreeze was seeming to get chubbier and clumsier. Lynxbite had noticed and had just seemed to regard her through narrowed eyes. Her once endless energy was now reduced to being tired most of the time. The Medicine cat, who had been watching her for a while yet, beckoned her to her den and broke it to her- she was expecting kits! Poppybreeze, who had been shocked, broke in to a wild grin and had ran off to tell Lynxbite. When she broke it to him, he had bared his teeth at her and had growled, "Great, they better be stronger then you." she had instincively recoiled, startled at his reaction, and had padded glumly back to camp, what had happened to the once supportive tom?
Things seemed to get worse between her and her mate, him becoming more rude and angry towards her, and she becoming more sharp tongued with him. Her belly, swollen with kits, had grown larger and larger and the days when her kits would be born was drawing closer. Nervous excitement prickled in her fur and, despite the arguing with her mate, she was excited to have her own kits. Finally, the day came. She had been taking a walk, natural restlessness burning in her pelt. She had only gotten a little ways from camp when suddenly spasms startled rolling through her belly. The pain was excruciating, causing her to call out from the pain. A while later, the kits were born......3 dead, 1 alive. Lynxbite, hearing her calls, had waited till the kitting was over to come over to her. He had regarded the 3 dead bodies and 1 small kit and had turned away, shuffling back to camp. Eventually the strength returned to her body and she buried her 3 other babies and returned to camp with her 1 living kit. Her mate didn't welcome her back at all.
Days passed and she continued nursing her little tom. She had grown to calling him her little fish, so his name became Fishkit. Fishkit looked much like her in the means of pelt markings, yet he had some of her father's colorations. (Poppy's father, pst.) The kit, despite being small, was strong and clingy. Lynxbite stopped by occasionally to observe his son and had just watched, blinking. The days wore on and the kit grew stronger and stronger. The moons went by quickly and soon her son was 3 moons. Then, that dreadful night arrived. She had been sleeping blissfully, not aware of what had happened. When she had woke up in the morning, she noticed that Fishkit was gone, along with Lynxbite. Her cries had echoed around camp, anguished and grief stricken. It was terrible, the pain was terrible. Her heart hurt from the pain of losing both her mate and her only son. She had automatically come to the conclusion that Lynxbite had stolen her son!
The days that hd once wore on so quickly now seemed to move so slowly. Grief twisted her heart as she resumed duties, aware that she should have still been in the nursery with Fishkit. The days became bleak, and endless cycle of nothing happening. One day, when she went to continue with the endless cycle of duties, the voice of her leader rang out. She stopped, sitting down with her semi-long trail curled over her paws, as a ceremony began. The leader announced that the kit who had been found recently was to become an apprentice in the clan. Had she really not noticed any of this? The kitten, referred to as Leopardkit, was announced to be apprenticed to......Poppybreeze? She was to be a mentor? Leopardkit, now known as Leopardpaw, trotted happily over to her and they touched noses. Poppybreeze, startled at being made into a mentor, let a small smile play on her lips. "I'll turn you into the best warrior you can be."
Then training began. Poppybreeze proved to be a good mentor, training young Leopardpaw well and turning her into a cat to be proud of. Leopardpaw was strong and quick-witted, which was a good trait in a cat. The training seemed to zoom by to Poppybreeze, and after was seemed like such a short time when it was realistically a while, Leopardpaw was due to become a warrior finally. Poppybreeze had watched with such pride as Leopardpaw was named Leopardshine and was set up for her vigil. Poppybreeze went to sleep happy that night...
She woke up and Leopardshine was gone. Gone, her scent fresh yet at the same time not fresh. The new warrior had left deliberately. Poppybreeze was numb with shock, what had she done wrong? The clan had watched her with mixed feelings, thinking that she had been the problem, that she had turned the strong young warrior away from the clan. They seemed to have deemed her as one to not be trusted. Again, the time seemed to dissolve to slow, endless days of neverending change. But that changed when they found the former leader dead in her dead, dead of an unknown illness. Cloverleaf, the current deputy, was whisked away to become leader. The clan had waited in an excited silence, who would become the next deputy? When the new leader, Cloverstar came back, she had called on the clan to gather. "Poppybreeze will be the new deputy of StreamClan!" had been the name called. She was deputy? How? She had wondered, shocked into silence. An unhappy silence greeted the words, but Poppybreeze would prove to be a deputy worth StreamClan.



Stats



5 Kits

10 Apprentices

20 Warriors

25 Deputy

30 Leaders


25



RELATIONS



Family:
Mother- Sweetwind
Father: Bitterchill


Relationship Status: OPEN


Mate: Former- Lynxbite

Kits: Fishkit (unknown) 3 others



Relationships:
N/A



ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:
Pepperpounce's muscles shrieked with aganoy as he loped onward. The wounds on his forehead and pads felt raw from the wailing wind and coarse grass. Despite his frail state of ribs jutting through his dull pelt, he felt a strong need to go forward and find his lost mate. Wheezing from exhaustion, the tom pused onward and came to the top of a hill overlooking a field of long grass. He sighed quietly, sitting down on his haunches and gazed at the place. His stomach rumbled feebly, but he ignored it. "Where.....?" he rasped weakly, narrowing his once sharp violet gaze against the slanting rays of the sun. He stood up, muscles weak weak with exhaustion and headed down the hill. On the way down, he slipped and slid down on his side, blood smudging the grass. His side, now grazed from the rocks and small twoleg objects, felt like nothing compared to the hurt in his heart. Blood plipped on the ground as he trailed on, a limp in his step. His nose pricked slightly. There were....cats? And fear scent too. His hackles raised warily, his gaze now slitted. Who was there? (I'va had better, so I will change this soon)

That was the longest history I've ever written.

*sobs*