((Now I only have 1 High Position. *evil laughs*))
Name: Fallingfeather
Rank: Deputy
Clan: SilC
Gender: She-cat
Age: 32 moons
Physical Appearance: Fallingfeather is a majestic white she-cat with gorgeous spots of a darkest black flecked along her lithe frame. She is dotted from several on her face, down to the medial point of her tail. The spots flow down, if not somewhat scattered, to the knees of her legs as well. Her lithe form may seem small and vulnerable, but she has a hidden strength that will amaze and impress the finest of warriors. Fallingfeather's tail is thin, but long and flowing. It is made to appear average extent of another's tail, by the length of fur. It is tipped with the same jet-black that is mysteriously frightful.
Her ears are lofty, but average in their width. They are always pricked up, patiently awaiting any sonance as to a threatening danger, with the same darkness coating them. For her size, her paws are large and clumsy. Yet in battle, they provide excellence in fighting, a thing not many cats can achieve. Her claws a thick and well-bred, constantly sharpened for danger. Fallingfeather's legs are slender, but somewhat lanky and clumsy. Her teeth are sharper than steel knives, it seems. Her snow-white whiskers are also sight to see. They are long, and flow like clouds in a blue, blue sky. She has no battle scars, a lucky trait that almost no cat can achieve.
Fallingfeather's eyes are a dark, ocean blue. The color is so deep and vibrant, it is like staring into endless pools of perfect liquid. They entrance any tomcat who may have the privilege of seeing them, for she often hides such things of beauty. She feels beauty can weaken a cat. Her muzzle is smaller than most cats. Though she is tiny, she is tough, and is respected by most cats.
Picture: Nope, no cat fits the description... o.O
Personality: Fallingfeather is not the kindest, sweetest cat you will ever meet. She is never happy or excited, and never gentle or kind around anyone, even kits. She is a pure SilenceClanner at heart. She is rough and strict. She knows how to achieve respect out of pure greed to be leader. But it came to her when StarClan admitted she was the one. Fallingfeather's temper
always demands respect, so she has got it made. She is a fighter through and through. That makes her a strong cat in heart and battle, battle especially. She will pick favorite cats based solely on strength and obedience, and has never loved. Ha, like any cat would love her. She believes love gets in the way of leadership. She is a strong-willed cat, with a fierce nature, but is a wise leader to any group.
History: Born of Moonracer and Tigermoon, she was originally named Moonkit. But the name did not fit, and when the cats were asked of her name, they pondered briefly.
"I think, Fallingkit." And Fallingkit it was. Her pelt was snow and haunting black in color, and would have made a fine Moonkit. As a young kit, however, she stumbled and fell often, awkward on her large paws and stalky legs, a thing she never grew into. And Moonkit better matched her brother. Fallingkit was always playful and mischievous. She got into trouble much more than once, and was always disappearing from camp. She seemed the unlikely candidate for the leadership position.
One of her greatest escapes was when she alone had gone out. She floundered in the foliage for some time, before popping out on ShadowClan territory. She made it into a deep mud puddle, and was fetched by an angry patrol of cats. She was told that this would postpone her apprentice-ship. She merely laughed and said,
"Make me! I don't care if I wait two hundred moons! That was fun!" Of course, she was made an apprentice late. But that never stopped her 'fun'.
As an apprentice, Fallingpaw was very eager to learn. She listened intently to her mentor, and was a perfectionist. She trained hard with her mentor, Corefire. Soon she had learned how to hunt, fight, and do any warrior task properly. Fallingpaw was the best apprentice of all the Clan. They began to notice her leadership skill and talent. Her favorite thing was to fight. She would try clever tricks to trip and pin Corefire, and almost always succeeded.
Fallingpaw was made a warrior at 12 moons with the other cats, even though she was started on her apprentice-ship at a later age. Fallingpaw's mother and father willed her the name Fallingmoon. But StarClan had another thought. Fallingfeather was the chosen name. She was named for the way that her pelt was sleek and much like a feather, and her tail always settled down slowly and gently like a
falling feather. Fallingfeather was an amazing warrior. With every battle, she grew stronger, faster, and wiser. She defeated many cats, yet obtained no battle scars for proof. She tried hard to impress the leaders, yet they skipped over her.
One day, her brother, Moonheart, was elected deputy. He noticed his sister's great talent, but feared how he would be viewed if he selected his sister as deputy once he became leader. Instead he selected Flightfur. When she became leader, she elected another as deputy. Even with Moonstar's pleas at his dying place, she still chose another cat. Fallingfeather grew angry. Somehow she felt as if she deserved to be ThunderClan deputy! Other cats just kept being chosen in her rightful place! In her unhappiness, she fled far from ThunderClan. She ran for what felt like moons, until she could not go farther. There she fell and lay for some time. When a SilenceClanner found her, she was taken in and welcomed warmly.
She fought the battles with her new Clan well, building up a fierce reputation and showing just how strong a ThunderClan cat could be. She left just in time to see the battle that Firepaw held, and to realize how weak her original Clan truly was becoming. Allowing such
stupid kittypets to just waltz right into a Clan was just unjust! So she had realized how horrible the choice was, and became greatful over time for her leave of absence. She showed her skill in battle, wisdom in how to run a Clan, and knew here was her fateful spot, and here as leader.
Role Play Example: Fallingfeather felt her heart pound, as her paws hammered the dirt into it's spot upon the forest floor. The Clan was on a raid of unlucky ThunderClan - after all, why not? Fallingfeather had to admit, though it was hard, she was excited. She often got a sensation when the cause of pain and death. Why, she did not know. However, she could tell this could be fun. She leaped from the shadows of ThunderClan territory, rejoining her Clan. She amused herself by doing so. She enjoyed the soft leaves underpaw, and the gentle shadows that played on her pelt. She missed her old Clan much. But she now understood that this was the way it was supposed to be.
Fallingfeather had just heard the screech of cats, and had bounded out of her cozy and warm state. Suddenly, as she rushed harder than she had run before, flinging herself into camp, battle could be felt from anywhere. Fallingfeather felt her paws leave the sandy earth as she jumped at the first intruder. She knocked him off his feet, a painful snap echoing through battle. He limped out of the camp in terror, his broken limb all but stopping him. Two, three, four cats gone. Five, six. Then Fallingfeather spotted her prey. Her sister, Silvermoon, was battling an apprentice, Canyonpaw. Fallingfeather knocked Silvermoon off balance, and had him pinned in an instant. But she felt the power of her thrust, and was sent sprawling back.
Fallingfeather felt the piercing of dagger-like claws in her fur. She winced at the pain it caused, and tried to throw her sister back. But she was to heavy, and much to strong. She felt life oozing out of her. Suddenly, she saw her sister's eyes go wide with shock.
"Fallingfeather?" she mumbled, but it went unheard. Fallingfeather felt herself fade into nothingness. StarClan stood in front of her. She watched the battle with a sad heart. But one cat walked out of the gathered group.
"Daughter." He began, and she knew it was Tigermoon. "You are not yet complete in your quest." She was confused. She was now a part of
StarClan even though her Clan was evil.
"You never had a bad intention, just fate." Her father told her, smiling. "You needed to live on. Now, you must go back and finish your destiny. To become leader." And the cats vanished. Fallingfeather found herself back in the battle.
Silvermoon walked away from Fallingfeather's body, distraught and horrified at the thought of killing her only living relative. Silvermoon had left as soon as Fallingfeather had come back to consciousness. Fallingfeather leaped up, twirled to face her sister, and lunged. Her teeth met flesh, and she suddenly tasted the unsavory blood of a rival cat. She stood as the body went limp, a sudden weak pouring over Fallingfeather like a wave. She felt excited at the victory, yet a sudden sadness that absorbed her. She had killed her sister. And for what? To prove that she was a strong cat without a heart? That would just prove she was not worthy of StarClan. The she-cat sighed.
"Silvermoon is dead." She mainly announced it to prove to herself that her sister was really gone. After all, it was hard to believe. Now she was the only left in her family line. But part of it was to prove that she, not another, had killed her own sister. It made her seem strong. And from one cat, radiating to them all, SilenceClan seemed to cheer. But Fallingfeather did not here.
"Silvermoon is... is dead." And it suddenly seemed to hit her. She walked out of the battlefield in sadness. Even at the loss of the battle, she should have succeeded. But killing a family member is a difficult choice, and a painful loss. And as Fallingfeather thought to herself, it occurred to her what had just happened.
And Fallingfeather died with her.((This is an exert of a new series I am starting called
Falling From Stars, about this she-cat's life. It is located on the new
SP2! Read up on it soon!))
Other: Fallingkit - Fallingpaw - Fallingfeather
Fallingfeather had two siblings, a brother and a sister. Her brother was named Moonheart, and her sister, Silvermoon.
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