Jaysong, ThunderClan

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Name: Jaysong
Gender: She-cat
Moons: 7 seasons
Rank: Warrior
Clan/Land: Thunderclan
Description:

Jaysong is a petite, young cat. She is small and lithe, but it does not detract from her overall ability as a warrior. Some cats think that because she is small that she cannot take care of herself. Jaysong is the exact opposite. The young she-cat takes after her deceased father, sharing their silver-gray tabby pelt and bright, ice blue eyes. Jaysong has a medium-gray pelt that clings to her muscled body like moss. Black tabby stripes seem etched into her back, sides, legs, and face. The she-cat's paws seem as if they were delicately dipped in white paint and left to dry.

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History // Past:

When Jaysong was a young kit, her little family of loners was completely wiped out. The family was living near treecut place. They were happy. There were four kits, their mother, and their father. Jaysong was one of those kits. Her name was Jay, given to her by the color of her pelt; her gray pelt looked almost identical to the belly feathers of a blue jay. She had a sister and two brothers. Her sisters name was Dove, for her light gray, flawless fur. Jayson's first brothers name was Mouse, for his dark gray fur, and her second brothers name was Sun. His name was Sun because he was the only of the litter to take after his mother, Moth. They shared between them a deep golden tabby pelt. Mouse, Jay, and Dove all took after their father, Rain. The kits were maybe only three moons old when greenleaf came. Treecut place roared into life, churning up the soft forest floor and tearing trees from the earth. Rain and Moth hadn't known that Treecut place was there; they were new to the area. The family was fleeing. Dove, Jay, Mouse, Sun, Moth, and Rain. The family of six flew across the ground as if they had wings. But then Jay slipped. Her entire back legs were trapped in a trench that the treecut monsters paws had churned up. The cats all stopped and tried to help Jay out of the deep hole, but the monster got to them first. Jay, hidden from sight was protected from the crushing, crunching, killing black paws. The monster rushed on, unaware of it's prey. Her limbs feeling frozen stiff, Jay climbed from the trench and stared down at her family with ice blue eyes. Dove, Mouse, and Sun lay in a crushed heap. Moth had no obvious wounds but her neck must have been broken, for she was not breathing. By now, Jay was shuddering and shaking with sobs. She didn't understand much about death, but she knew that her family was never coming back. Just then, she saw her father, Rain, take in a great, gasping breath. Jay let out a caterwaul. "FATHER!" she screeched. She rushed to his side, but his time was nearly over. "Jay.." he whispered. "Take care of yourself. You've.. head of.. ThunderClan. Join.. them." Rain could hardly speak; he had to stop for breath every few words. "They will.. look after.. you. I love.. you.. my Jay-bird," Jay's crystal blue irises spilled yet more tears as her father uttered his pet name for her one last time.

Jay did in fact go to live with ThunderClan. She never again ventured to the treecut place, except when absolutely necessary. Every time she goes to the spot where her family died, she breaks down in sobs. Jaysong contracted greencough when she was an apprentice, but thankfully ThunderClan's medicine cat had a good supply of catmint and all the cats who fell ill survived.

Personality:

Jaysong is a particularly good hunter. On one of her first hunts as an apprentice, Jaysong killed a pheasant that was bigger than her and fed almost half of the Clan. She was invited to the Gathering ahead of the older apprentices, and was actually praised by her leader in front of all the other clans. Every time the young cat has gone into battle, she has fought ferociously, with the strength of three warriors. She pictures each of her opponents as a twoleg tree-eater and imagines that if she fights hard enough she could possibly bring her family back. She knows it will never happen, but she does her best to try. She does it for her Clan, which is a good enough excuse for her. Another of Jaysong's good qualitites is her ability to love. The death of her littermates and parents taught her that even though there may seem like there is all the time in the world to be with someone, that time always runs out. So she holds tight to Clan and friends, especially her best friend, Spearclaw. Jaysong is extremely competent in leading patrols. The hunting patrols she leads always seem to bring back more prey than all of the others.

One subject that Jaysong does not do well in, however, is respecting authority. She understands the warrior code, and follows it most of the time, but she would rather follow it her own way. She makes strong bonds in other clans, though it is recommended that she not. Jaysong shows no weakness in battle, but she still feels torn sometimes. Jaysong has and always will be frightened of twolegs. Their monsters, also.

Role Playing Example:

Character: Alianora, CANiNE CiTY

Alianora stuck her tail in between her legs and crept out of the shade of her little alcove. The night before, the young Australian Shepard puppy had found a fallen tree surrounded by brambles. It was perfectly sheltered, so one could hardly tell there was a one month old pup living there. Ali's chocolate brown irises clouded as she pictured one of her families pervious homes; one that looked almost identical to her current one. Then the mixed-hued femme's tail curled above her back aggressively and her black lips lifted in the faint beginnings of a snarl. "Scwew dem! Dey dun need me and I dun need dem!," she crowed, the puppy-ish lisp ruining the antagonizm in her voice.

A delicious scent filled the pup's moist black nostrils, and she took off with an excited yelp. Ali raced through thr shallows of the lake, the cool, crisp, spring waters soaking her belly fur. The early morning sunlight soon strengthened, warming Alianora to her core.

The deer looked like it had been killed by another dog. The haunches were torn to shreds, the meat ripped off in bloody chunks. The carcass lay in a dark pool of it's own blood, and Ali's paws soon became coated in the dark red liquid. Her sharp puppy teeth strained to nip off large bites of the venison, but soon gave up the effort and began gnawing on a rib, slurping up the succulent, chewed meat. Soon her teeth would be strong enough to rip up her own food and not have to gnaw it into a pulp before she could eat it. Ali winced, remembering her mother or father doing the same, or heaving up partly digested meals for her.

The depression and hurt disappeared and was replaced by a wave of anger and hatred. A small piece of driftwood was lying near the carcass, and Alianora leapt upon it, her snarls of rage shaking her from ears to tail tip. Ali savaged the small piece of wood to chips, saliva flecking from her small mouth. The fire that was her emotions flared into an inferno, engulfing all other sense.

Alianora's eyes became unseeing, unblinking orbs of frozen chocolate. Her short, stubby legs locked up and then crumpled beneath her. The fae curled up into a small ball, her tears uncontrollable. The young pup was not old enough to be on her own, barely old enough to be eating solid food. She needed to feel the rough caressing of her mothers tongue rasping over her ears before she closed her eyes in slumber. "Momma!" she sobbed. "Momma, momma, momma! Why did joo have ta go?!" the young one was in hysterics. She rocked back and forth, crystals making dark tracks under her eyes, reminding the femme of the carcass. That's all I'm ever going to be.. was one of the Australian Shepard's only coherent thoughs.

"Momma, I want joo back!" Alianora wailed.

Theme Song:
Code Word: Twisted Warriors
Biography Completion: Yes

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