Heron - Shadowclan

[Heron.xx.]

name //

Heronwing (-star)

gender //

She-Cat

age //

46 Moons

rank //

Leader (?)

clan //

Shadowclan

appearance //

Heronwing is a ash grey she-cat that has a patch of white fur that rests just below her jaw. Her fur is very light which makes her easily cold in the winter months. Her paws are of a large size, with claws that are quite small for her paw size. She is taller and longer than many cats, but her weight are mostly on the thin side. She makes sure that others have eaten before her so she goes hungry much of the time. She has quite a build of muscles under her sleek fur. Her eyes are a bright lavender, that lean more towards a darker purple when she is angry, upset or thinking. Her nose is black, rather than pink and twitches when she is happy. Her whiskers are a silky white and very long. She does not like that they get in her way, and take a long time to clean. Here ears are pointed and are usually pointed forward or just relaxed. Very rarely do you see here ears pressed back in submission for she rises to most challenges. She carries a scar on her right leg. It is a faded pink line that lays on the inside of her leg, a reminder of her mother's anger. Her tail is long and very expressive. She likes to use her tail for directing other warriors and patrols, for it is the clearest way to get the point across. It has a slight hint of raccoon rings with a lighter colored grey. Overall, she is a beautiful she-cat with lovely lavender eyes.

short appearance //

Ash grey she-cat with lavender eyes

personality //

Heronwing grew up only knowing a few emotions. She learned happiness and joy from her father, but she also learned hate and bitterness from her mother. Both cats loved her dearly, but had different veiws on what should be taught to a young kit. She is loyal to her clan, but would go against them if her well-being was at stake. She is loving and feels the need to be loved by another. She is very cooperative with the other cats that may come into her life, but any that may leave her without notice, might get a little bit of difficultly. She pays much attention to her own actions, and may times she has mentally kicked herself for being so stupid. She beleives herslf to be ugly and unintelegent therefore she strives even harder to be better. She has gone many days without eating because she wanted to keep her clan fed and flurishing.

Her bad side was prompted by her mother, as she was mean and abusive. `She took on some of the hatred that was given to her when she was just a kit, and was never able to get rid of the feelings. When she becomes very angry, she takes on the presonality of her mother, and has no sense of good emotions. Until she calms down by herself there is no way to make her happy or any such thing. Her rage blinds her, so she tries not to get angry during battle. She becomes eerily calm and calulated, most of the time this unsettles her opponents.

She is very trusting and honest, but can become jealous easily. She does not like other cats to best her at anything, which leads to more training. She has ended up in the medicine cat's den many times because she over exerts herself. She is very focused on what she does, and is found deep in thought many times late at night. Heronwing is one of the most responsible cats you could ever find. She never leaves anything undone, which makes her a great leader.

reason for name //

Her pelt reminded her mother of a heron's feather, and she became the warrior Heronwing, for her speed and swiftness.

history //

One shadowy night, two cats had come together in the greatest celebration of love, creating more life. His name was Stonestep, a muscular coal grey tom with dark green eyes. Her name was Mosswhisker, a tough thick black she-cat,with unnervingly dull blue eyes. Almost the colour of ice. She was a mix from a loner father and a Shadowclan mother. Heronwing's father was almost killed by a patrol, when he came to visit Mosswhisker. Dragged before the leader of Shadowclan, Stonestep explained to him, and pleaded, that his life be spared.He did not want to leave jis kits without a father. The compassionate leader agreed, and let him join the ranks of Shadowclan

Months later, Mosswhisker was in the medicine cat's den, kitting her first litter with her love by her side. Her first litter was one of the larger ones that had blessed the clan. There were five kits all named with love, by both parents. Heronkit was named for her grey fur, Juniperkit for her blue-grey pelt, Deerkit for his light brown fur, Brightkit for his almost cream colored eyes and Foxkit for his ginder colored pelt. All were born healthy and breathing, although when Brightkit opened his eyes, they feared he was blind, like they thought his mother was when she was born. He was not and everyone was in good spirits.

As the kits grew they started to jump and play, all but Deerkit. He was very quiet and reserved, unlike his other siblings. Most were concerned about they was this kit acted, but as they came to the age of the apprentice everything changed.

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When Heron and her siblings became apprentices they all grew apart from eachother, and their parents. Each was paired with a warrior that was not close with Mosswhisker or Stonestep, or they avoided and hated the family because it was not pure blood Shadowclan. Heronpaw's mentor was named Pineclaw, and she was a dark tabby with bright yellow eyes. All cats that met her thought that she was nice until they got to know her. She was kind, but she trained hard and taunted Heronpaw for all of the failed attempts. When Heronpaw was sick and tired of being picked on by her mentor, she trained with her parents. Heronpaw's mother loved to help with combat training as she enjoyed testing her kit and challenging her. She become over excited many times and started to acctually use her claws and enjoy hurting her daughter.

One day as they were sparring in the hallow to the west of the camp, Heronpaw was practicing her attacking skills with both of her parents. This was the first time that both of them had been available at the same time. She had learned a new skill while training with Pineclaw and wanted to show it to her parents. Her mother had volunteered to be the one to fight, as always, and they began. When Heronpaw took to the low branches of the near trees, slowly climbing to the higher limbs, her mother hissed at her, becoming angered at the 'cheating' before her. Just as Heronpaw was leaping down, hoping to land upon her enemy's back, Heronpaw was taken down by her mother. Mosswhisker started slashing at her daughter's paws, face, anything she could reach. After only a few moments, Stonestep steped in and broke the two apart. Mosswhisker was so distraught, she ran. Just ran. Stonestep, with one sad look at his daughter ran after her. Heronpaw was not badly hurt, except for a long cut on her inner leg. Later it turned into a reminding scar.

She never saw her mother again. To this day she still wonders where her mother is.

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After only ten moons, Heronpaw became Heronwing. Their leader chose this name for her amazing speed. She lived up to her name, in the first few seasons of her warrior life. Her clan had been close to starvation over the leaf-bare of her third year so she had been sent into the territory of other clans to gather small prey. Quite a few cats had died attempting to get food, but Heronwing remained determined. She slipped unnoticed in Windclan for a while, then chanced her odds in Thunderclan. She got caught once, but the kind warrior knew of Shadowclan's hardships, and let her off with a warning.

During that same leaf-bare, there was a gathering and her leader requested her presence along side him. She complied and attend on that starry night. She will never forget that night, as long as she lives, but she wishes that she had declined and hunted instead. That was the night she had seen the handsome Swiftclaw. Their eyes met from across the way, and sparks flew. The next day, it seemed that both had the same idea and had come back to the same place. Everything went perfect that day.

As Heronwing tried to act normal back at camp, her insides yearned for her forrbiden love. She went about her daily life, as if she were programed to do so. She took joy in small things, but still not as much as the thought of seeing Swiftclaw once more. She watched her other siblings become warriors. Junipertail, Deerpelt, Brightleaf, and Foxthorn became warriors before her eyes. But she was not jubulent. The only time that she was truly happy was when her father, Stonestep, entered the Shadowclan camp once more. Though he was not alone.

When he came pelting through the entrance he had two small puffs of fur that were attached to his jaws, but just barely. The two kits almost dropped to the ground, if Stonestep had not collapsed first. When Heronwing's father recovered, the two had a long conversation on what had transpired after the brutal attack on Heronwing as an apprentice. Her father told her that her mother had refused to return to the clan, and they became loners for a long time. Mosswhisker had still been cruel, but there was only one to take it out on. Stonestep would not leave her, even though it got worse. They had mated again, only a short while ago, producing another litter of kits. Heronwing was suprised that there were only two kits. Sadly, Stonestep informed her that there had been three kits and Mosswhisker had murdered the third. Upon the murder of that kit, he had taken the other two and left Mosswhisker alone. Stonestep told his daughter that he had been running for almost a week, only stoping to hunt and rest, but rarely that. He was sure that Mosswhisker would not return to the clan, therefore making the kits safe. After he finished, he told Heronwing that the kits were not named before they had left. He told his oldest daughter to name them, as he fell into a peaceful sleep.

Heronwing looked over the two kits, one a tom, the other a she-cat. The little she-kit looked so much like Deerpelt, the shade of brown almost identical. She blessed the small kit with the name Fawnkit. After looking over the other, she wasn't sure if this was even a kit from the same parents. It had light brown-red fur, not the grey, black or brown of her other siblings. She finally decided on a name that suited him perfectly, Redkit.

Since that day, the elderly Stonestep died and the two small kits have become apprentices.

Heronwing has never forgotten about the cat that she saw many moons ago. Though she has attended many gatherings, she has not once seen him again. She hopes that one day she might be able to speak with him again.

introduce yourself //

I'm Rossah, just hangin out up north. Been RPing, on and off, for a long while now. Hope to get to know ya''ll!

other characters //

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[{SaNcTuS}]

Definitely accepted, Thank you for taking so much time on the bio! Its fantastic

I have one question for you. would you like to find a picture that I can use for the listing image on the sidebar? It would be much appreciated. ^^