Post by viv on May 14, 2024 3:18:34 GMT
RAINWHISKER
BASICS
NAME ► rainwhisker
AGE ► 65 moons
GENDER ► transfem
PRONOUNS ► she/they
RANK ► deputy
CLAN ► riverclan
DESCRIPTIONS
ONE LINER ► a huge, dull grey she-cat covered in battle scars
ART ►
PERSONALITY
STRENGTHS ► good senses and hunting capabilities, good-natured, reliable, loyal and brave
WEAKNESS ► brave bordering on reckless abandon, renowned over-worker, stoic, borderline socially inept, and deeply, deeply stubborn. riverclan's #1 moron to never admit she's wrong even when she fully knows it.
LIKES ► working, teaching, encouraging kits to cause mayhem in the camp, a fat fish and an even fatter nap in the sunlight
DISLIKES ► windclan in her star-given territory, skyclan in her star-given territory, kit-sitting, the medicine den, hunting rabbits
RELATIONSHIPS
FATHER ► unknown
MOTHER ► rainflower (deceased)
SIBLINGS ► two unnamed siblings (deceased)
MATE ► none
OFFSPRING ► none
MENTOR ► Silverclaw (deceased)
APPRENTICES ► Finchpaw (deceased), Driftstorm, Dragonflypaw
HISTORY
TRIGGER WARNINGS ► death while birthing, kitten death, death by drowning, lingering grief (ping on discord if more should be added)
► When Rainflower moved herself into the nursery, she refused to tell anyone who sired the kits in her belly. She started kitting during a leaf-bare storm and, when acting medicine cat at the time Poppytooth could not staunch her bleeding, left three kits mewling without a mother. Two of them died hours after she did without having the chance to be named. Rainkit was named in memory for the mother that she resembled so clearly.
Rainkit was taken in by, and later apprenticed to, an old warrior named Silverclaw. They filled the niche of parental figure in Rainpaw's life and imparted much of what they knew onto her-- her ferocity, her loyalty to Riverclan, and her quick wit and dry humour can all be attributed to her mentor. Rainpaw graduated a little over thirteen moons old and was praised for her sharp senses and hunting skills. She was bestowed the name Rainwhisker.
Her career as a warrior has mostly been filled with patrolling the borders between Skyclan and Windclan's territory, and more often than not, receiving more than her fair share of battle scars. Most of her scars were obtained when she was a younger warrior; namely, before she had her first apprentice.
Finchpaw was a wide-eyed little tom who was only marginally disappointed that he didn't receive an older, more experienced mentor. Perhaps it was this disappointment that led him to trying to pull more and more outlandish feats to impress the senior warriors in camp.
When Rainwhisker told him not to walk on the ice that shielded the river, he ignored her. When the ice cracked and Rainwhisker called his name, he was too slow. When he plunged into the surging river, his mentor came pelting right in after him. Freezing water filled his lungs and his heart gave out -- she was too late, he was gone, and she was confined to the medicine den for many sunrises when the cold touched her lungs, too.
It would have been an understatement to say that she was completely inconsolable at the time.
Rainwhisker threw herself hard into further training, sharpening her claws, overfilling the fresh-kill pile, stalking borders and gathering herbs for storage. Though it made her a better warrior, no one can say that she dealt with her grief particularly well. Her malnourished emotions have made her a little colder and more stubborn, but it's made her a cautious and more wary teacher.
Years later, though she loves mentoring and has guided a few good warriors through apprenticeship, Rainwhisker still refuses to go near that one part of the river where Finchpaw fell. She swears she can still scent him there.
