Morning that Steps into Light ☆☆☆ Tribe of Painted Pools
May 17, 2020 6:00:29 GMT
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Post by Aether on May 17, 2020 6:00:29 GMT
Morning that steps into light
Tribe of Painted Pools ∙ Water wader ∙ female ∙ 32 moons
Appearance
Description sentence:
A lithe cinnamon sunshine tabby molly with long wavy fur and bright amber eyes.
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Gene String: ll, b1b1, XoXo, Dd, Aa Mcmc, WbWb, Wsw
Appearance:
Morning, while she might not be the biggest of the bunch, makes up for it in her swift abilities. Her structure being lithe and small, made for striking and climbing in quick motions. While her coat of long downy soft fur protects her from the cold winds of the mountains.
Her base coat is made up of an array of golden-bronze colors, the molly's mackerel tabby stripes swirling along her face, back, and tail are filled in a darker to lighter fade as they trail downwards with large amounts of white spotting around her muzzle, chest, stomach, and legs. The fur framing her is long and wavy, giving her an inviting fluffy appearance.
Morning's face is usually holding a gentle expression, bright amber eyes smiling for her as she goes about her day. Large tufted ears topping off her head.
Personality
Positive Traits: • Mild-mannered • Hard working • resilient | Negative Traits: • Timid • Sensitive • nit-picky; lightly uptight |
Personality:
Naturally timid from the time she was a kit, this molly usually keeps to herself unless spoken to, preferring to listen to her surroundings. To others, this is mostly neutral ground, with it not being a good or bad thing. Though to Morning, it might be considered not so good. This trait somewhat holding her back from socializing with new tribemates on her own, or even just anyone in general. When others are able to lock in a conversation though, her opposite chatterbox of a social side slowly but surely makes its way out.
Additionally, she's a bit ditzy, getting lost inside of her head at times. Often Morning reminisces about her time in the clans and hunting in the tall trees around the old territory.
Over time Morning has become much more resilient, especially working through the journeys she's had to take. Learning quickly that the more positive and uplifting you are, the more it pays off in the end, by giving hope and peace to others in hard times. Dwelling on the bad moments of the past never did anyone good, and Morning would much rather focus on her present and future.
It is also quite usual for her to act motherly, and not just for her kits. Her gentle demeanor and soft words are known to baby those close to the molly. The tabby additionally will not hesitate to groom others as the chats with them, this is almost exclusive to her family and close friends though.
Mannerisms are also quite big on her, being taught at a very young age to be quiet and polite to others. To not speak loudly, to sit tall and postured. While this doesn't define everything she does currently, she still has quite a habit of doing most of these. Her parents mostly putting the impression on her that being loud and excited was rude, this also leading into Morning's excess amounts of emotional sensitivity.
Morning has mellowed out greatly over her moons though, and has learned to control most of these thoughts and habits, knowing that her parents had no right to judge others as they did. And while little things like being dirty still bother her, she accepts it and moves on.
Skills & Combat
Strengths: • Hunting in trees • she is versatile, and can usually adapt to what she must • Fast reflexes and good instinct | Weaknesses: • Fighting physically or verbally • Situations where she might be under great amounts of pressure • Gets queasy around bad wounds |
Character Background
History:
Morning grew up very well off, born as a single kit to warriors Silentstream and Opalpool, and was raised in the clans prior to her now two moves. As a kit she was quiet and attentive. She listened more than she spoke, as brought on by her parents. Manners were key and she was taught to accept that very early on, giving Morning her soft spoken personality.
From the time she was a kit to even now- Morning was fascinated with climbing. Scaling smaller things when she was younger and gradually raising the bar as she grew, soon training and becoming one of the top off-land hunters in the clan. She was apprenticed under a warrior named Lionclaw, a rather large golden tabby tom who (now named) Morningpaw got very close with, the tom stepping in as an older brother for the molly.
As her apprenticeship kicked off with Lionclaw, Morningpaw was quickly hesitant to like him. The tom making fun and prodding at her somewhat uptight personality. Soon enough the teasing broke her out and caused her to begin calling him out as well, the pair growing closer as she began to mellow out.
Over time, Lionclaw was quick to notice her dislike for battle. Knowingly doing most stances and moves wrong on purpose to get out of it, he came up with the quick solution that the more Morningpaw practiced battle, the more the two would go hunting in the trees.
And so she did, which in the time she became a warrior, payed off greatly.
Her warrior ceremony was just before the first twoleg invasions. The leader gracing her with the name Morningstep, the molly's first moons applying the perfect setting to settle into warriorhood. Which, unfortunately, was cut quite short.
The first moons went by quickly, sickness and fighting broke out over food shortages, and constant restless nights with the horror of being crushed by falling trees keeping most awake. The only one keeping close to Morningstep in these times being Lionclaw, as her mother passed away shortly from sickness and her father left in search of a safer life.
Over the first journey, Morningstep was filled to the brim with grief. Lionclaw quickly teaching her that there is no time to dwell on things of the past, especially in times like these. So with the help of her brother, she recovered quickly and the pair moved on together. Becoming relieved once the new territories were found.
Settling in shortly, the pair stuck to each other like glue. Morningstep still paranoid and quiet as ever. It took her quite some time to settle in completely. She couldn't have been more grateful at the time though, the molly was just happy the clans had found new land with no problems.
The thought came too soon though, as the current clan she had lived in was soon attacked by a swarm of rats. The large rodents streaming in and snapping their jaws at anything around them, Lionclaw alerted her to flee before being lost in the rodents. And upon coming back, she found her brother lying motionless with an uncountable amount of wounds stretching over his body.
The cinnamon molly was devastated, but in his words and after a short spill of emotions, she moved within a few days as he taught her.
The next moons for her were seemingly repetitive, nothing much other than hunting and patrols taking up her time, she used this as another distraction over her brother's death. Though, this was right before she began having eyes for a tom named Blackmoon. The silver tom causing a storm of butterflies in her stomach and a stumble over her words each time they spoke. She was aware of his agreement with the molly Ashlight and their kits, but had no idea that it became such an issue for the family. Slightly blaming herself for the other warrior's outbursts. But was soon reassured and happily welcomed into the small family.
Yet just as the adjustments to her new life and family were set, the twolegs seemed to have found them out once more. But things were much worse this time, a mass sickness plaguing over all clans took out nearly everyone along with the fighting and destruction. This time she fought back though, having the kits to protect, she stuck closely to them and did what she could to ward off the negative.
One night over a light meteor shower, the remaining survivors had an identical vision.
"Follow the clawmarks in the night. The stars are bound to your paws and will bring you home."
And so her final journey began, the next moon filled with aching paws constantly walking to find another new territory. She stuck closely to those she knew and held a positive demeanor, they had to find a new territory, and with a prophecy backing it, there was no doubt that they would end up okay. Right?
Things changed when she was introduced to the tribe though. She was keen on following her family, but was extremely hesitant. Morningstep had been raised with clan tradition and wasn't expecting to change that.
Though after some convincing, and learning, she changed her name to Morning that steps into light and began adopting the ways of the tribe. First starting as a water-wader.
And even if she had to change tradition and her name at that! She was happy, and wouldn't trade her place for anything.
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Family:
Mother: Silentstream {npc | deceased}
Father: Opalpool {npc | deceased}
Mentor/brother: Lionclaw {npc | deceased}
Mate: Black of Moonless Night {alive} Noctemq
Kits:
(Step)
Kestrel that Sings with Wind {alive} Peppermint
Hail that Shakes in Storm {alive} Abbi
Lark that Races Cloud {alive} Twilight
Ember {deceased}
(Biological)
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