Post by Owl on Dec 24, 2019 20:52:38 GMT -5
The Essentials
at seventeen i started to starve myself
Name: Pantherfoot.
Prefix Meaning: Panther- for her strong build and deep black coat.
Suffix Meaning: -foot to portray her fleetness and stealth skill.
Sex: Female.
Age: 29 moons.
Sexuality: Greyasexual-pansexual.
Rank: Warrior.
Role: Nightwalker.
Adopt Thread: Plotted with @/nyara (Miragechaser) and @/jinxy (Scorpionpaw).
Last Character: Ferretface.
The Body
i thought that love was a kind of emptiness
Base Coat Color: Black.
Markings: None. It is her lack of markings that she takes pride in.
Eye Color: Gleaming gold; it occasionally darkens to an orange color.
Body Size and Build: Large, with a towering, muscular build.
Fur Length and Texture: Short, yet quite thick and full-looking.
Additional Physical Traits: Long paws, rounded ears, thick tail, wide face.
Health and Scars: You bet your bottom dollar that she's healthy. A hearty notch is missing from her left ear and she has a pair of prominent scratch scars in the fur on her chest. Her paw pads as well are scarred and rough.
Faceclaim: Blitz.
Full Appearance Description: There is no doubt as to why Pantherfoot has the dark leopardlike cat as her namesake. She is hulking in size, with broad shoulders and well sculpted muscles. She doesn't look overly bulky, just gracefully and evenly muscular. Her massive body is cloaked in the blackest of fur, with only sparse touches of reddish brown from the sun. Most cats would find her color as nothing spectacular, but the fact that it is so plain and easily overlooked is the point. She blends with the shadows and skulks through their midst with ease. And she has other things that set her apart from her other dark-pelted clanmates. Like a dark cloud in a pale sky, she has a face set with golden eyes like a pair of suns peeking through the storm. Her wide face and rounded, slightly shorter than average ears are more features that make her akin to the creature she is named after. Her paws as well are rather peculiar, though they are not especially large they are slightly longer than most other cats, and the benefit of this is unknown.
Genetics: Ll, RR, ReRe, lplp, whwh, BB, XoXo, DD, dmdm, aa, mcmc, spsp, tata, bmbm, ii, wbwb, EE, CC, ww, acac, sfsf, JbJb, mm, mkmk, pdpd
The Identity
and at least i understood then the hunger i felt
Positive Traits: Teacherly, adaptable, prudent
Neutral Traits: Frank, enigmatic, dominating, silver tongued
Negative Traits: Smug, dogmatic, untrustworthy, rebellious
Loves: Scorpions, her older sibling,Mothspark.
Likes: Kittens, hunting dangerous things, showing off,moths, warm (not hot) sunlight, a nice swim, colorful things.
Dislikes: Anything other than food in her mouth (fur, sand, etc) and chewy prey.
Hates: Things she deems as imperfect, feeling helpless and/or not in control, and annoying trainees. Scratch that: annoying cats in general.
Fears: Death and abandonment. Also, her feelings.
Secrets: She still harbors some kind of love for Mothspark and doesn't know what to do about it.
Dreams: To make her parents, clanmates and gods proud. To have stories told about her for generations.
Strengths: Eyesight, hunting, stealth, attack
Normals: Hearing, flexibility, defense, swimming
Weaknesses: Climbing, speed, smelling, jumping
The Past
and i didn't have to call it loneliness
Pantherkit was born in a three kit litter, she was the middle child yet the largest out of the kittens. This earned her the name Pantherkit, after the big cats in stories that lurked in the shadows and had fur as dark as the witching hour. She was very obviously the favorite of her parents, their previous litter had had... disappointments. But their relationship hadn't faltered, and were pleased to find that all of their offspring in this litter were solid black. The way they wanted, and the way that the gods had intended them to be. You see, Nightwalkers were solid black at best, which gave them an advantage in hunting during the dark hours of the night. The other coats were just unfortunate imperfections. They had come from a long line of pitch black cats, and strove to spread their pure bloodline. So the clan would prosper. It would be the best for everyone.
The kittens were taught of their superior heritage and color from the moment their eyes and ears opened. Pantherkit knew that she was her parent's favorite, their beautiful, perfect daughter. She used that knowledge to her full advantage, as in their eyes she could do little wrong. She had no trouble believing that she was greater than her denmates. That was, until she met Mothkit. One of her parent's friends had another litter that was around the same age as her. A deep black tabby and a shimmering smoke cat, they had a litter that consisted of of two sons and a daughter. The boys were mirror images of their parents. The girl was the color of the moon. Tabby swirls in her pelt like the milky way and a base coat that shone like stars. Mothkit had a personality like the sun, you couldn't look straight at her yet the world revolved around her. Pantherkit was captivated by her.
Mothkit was the star to Pantherkit's sky, the pair was inseparable and one could argue that they were closer with one another than with their own blood siblings. Mothkit's parents lightheartedly joked about how Pantherkit followed their daughter around like a lost puppy, while Pantherkit's parents were less amused. Their golden child would not be friends with some Duskwalker. They did their best to keep the two apart, but the determined kits would always find a way. The parents just had to hope that they would just fall apart as trainees, but they should have known better. Rumors were going around that Mothkit may be apprenticed as a Daywalker because her coat was so pale. But alas, when the kittens were old enough they all became Nightwalker trainees. Pantherpaw's parents attempted to tighten their grip on their daughter, but the molly had had the taste of power and she disobeyed her parents at every chance she could get.
It was dangerous, yes, but she lived for the thrill and Mothpaw was worth it. Mothpaw was bright and fun-loving, always coming up with smart new competitions and games to make training fun. She also had a stubborn and competitive streak to rival Pantherpaw's own, and though they argued relentlessly it was never anything worse than banter and harmless teasing. Pantherpaw began acting out more often as she neared warriorhood, and her family was worried about her ruining their bloodline's prestige. She had been caught hunting scorpions, something only very well trained warriors were supposed to do. Not young'uns who had barely even earned their keep yet. But the worst thing was that she had actually been able to catch them. It was one thing if she had gotten stung, and then everyone would be able to shake their heads and sigh about what a fool she was. But instead, she was admirable. Such a daredevil, and so brave.
She earned the warrior name Pantherfoot for how quick on her paws she was, and the misbehavior continued into warriorhood. Was she taking this at all seriously? And her relationship with Mothpaw, now Mothspark, was only getting tighter knit. Pantherfoot's parents had to pull out all of the stops to get their daughter back. The legacy that they had wanted. They would no longer allow her to go astray. And they picked just the right time. However well the friends got along, they still had differing opinions. Mothspark was sympathetic towards the Cursed struggle, whereas Pantherfoot saw their souls as being fairly punished for their sins. Mothspark wanted all the cats struggling as the in-betweens to be accepted the same as their brethren, but Pantherfoot saw Mothspark as the exception and disliked anyone else like her. Pantherfoot didn't care about how their ideas differed, she claimed that she was in the right and that was enough. But Mothspark cared. And deep down, Pantherfoot knew that it wasn't her who was really correct.
It wasn't enough for Mothspark that Pantherfoot didn't care about just her coat color, she had to see past everyone's coat color. Pantherfoot knew that being friends with the silver tabby was already crossing a line with her parents. She argued that she wasn't about to throw her relationship with them away for some cats who wouldn't appreciate her anyways. Whenever they went hunting together, Pantherfoot always outshone her paler friend. They never mentioned it, but she believed that no one else deserved to have the struggle that Mothspark had to go through. She was doing the clan a favor by being this way, because her life was easier. In the end, they would see and she would be rewarded. Perhaps one day her soul would see a day where everyone was the same and no one could deny anyone a friend. Mothspark had connections with many of the other Dusk and Dawnwalkers in the clan. She thought that maybe they could change Pantherfoot's mind if she met them. One night, she urged Pantherfoot to stay up until dawn to hunt with the rest of her friends. The black feline was skeptical, but willing to give them a chance.
Mothspark's two worlds collided, stars smashing into one another and leaving a vacuum behind. Her friends were distrustful of Pantherfoot, and misunderstood her just as much as she misunderstood them. She knew her friend well enough to tell that Pantherfoot had really tried, but she had been pushed too far by the rest who outnumbered her. The Nightwalker had a reputation, and Mothspark's other friends couldn't see through the molly's "perfect" coat and "perfect" life. Part of it was jealousy, she was sure. But they of all cats should have been able to put aside their grudges to give someone a chance. If they didn't give Pantherfoot a chance, did they deserve to be given one themselves? She couldn't answer that question. Her dream was broken, she couldn't figure out how to fix it. She put distance between herself and Pantherfoot, worried that her friend would blame her. She needed time.
Pantherfoot blamed herself. She should have been more patient. She should have tried harder, could have. For Mothspark, if not for her friends. Her parents and eldest sibling swooped in and comforted her, and whilst her littermate cared her parents merely took this as another opportunity to manipulate her. But she let them, she was at her weakest and believed them rather than accept any form of the truth. It hurt less. See, she didn't see Mothspark as just a friend anymore. Being without her... it pained her. Pantherfoot had seen her with her in-between 'walker friends, laughing and joking like they used to. She had been too blind, too stubborn, to realize that those acts had all been a front. Mothspark just needed to distance herself to decide what to do. She was wondering if her place she held in the world was really where she was meant to be. She had to some soul-searching to do, and Pantherfoot had kept her distracted. It was a welcome distraction, but she would be miserable whenever they were apart unless she found herself.
Finally, Pantherfoot confessed to her older sibling about how she really felt about Mothspark. They had smiled, shaken their head at how hopelessly their sister had fallen for her childhood friend, that shining star Duskwalker that they had all been in awe with as kittens. Pantherfoot had just never grown out of that, and everyone could see the bond they had except for the two cats in question. Her sibling supported her, regardless of what their parents would think. Nothing said that their relationship was against the clan's rules. Just the rules of their family, and Pantherfroot seemed to have had no trouble breaking those before. They encouraged Pantherfoot to tell her friend how she felt before she lost her nerve. Later that night she caught Mothspark alone. She feared rejection, more than anything she had ever admitted to fearing in her life. She had known Mothspark her whole life... what would it be like if she was gone? She told the other cat about how she felt, cut herself open and let her heart spill until it lay to rest at the other cat's paws. She was at her complete and total mercy.
Mothspark had been astonished. It made sense, she felt these same things too. She hadn't realized that Pantherfoot felt that way, as she had always been the cool one in terms of romance or love. They had honestly always felt closer than friends, but the topic of them becoming anything more was never brought up. Mothspark did love Pantherfoot, but as a friend first and anything more second. She wasn't sure if they could be anything more, at least not yet. She needed to know herself before she could know whether she was truly the one for Pantherfoot. Because she loved her too much to hurt her, and that was what she worried might happen if they got tangled up again now. She told Pantherfoot that she needed time. She needed to think. Mothspark had always been a thinker, and fell back on it when Pantherfoot wasn't around to encourage her to be confident. She would curse herself later, she should have known how her friend would react.
Pantherfoot took this as rejection. The fire that had ignited in her chest burned cold, the stars in her eyes snuffed out all at once. She should have trusted her parents. Blood was thicker than water. They had been right about Mothspark. She didn't even care enough to try and discuss this thing between them. Perhaps if she hadn't already been so fragile, fed lies by those she thought had her best interests at heart, she would have seen things more clearly. But Pantherfoot had never been like that. Quick to judge, quick to action, slow to open up. All the moons spent building one another up, vaporized like water under the laser eye of the sun. Pantherfoot couldn't even look back without remembering the bitter end. And Mothspark knew she had broken it as soon as the words left her mouth.
Now Pantherfoot is her parent's perfect daughter, just what they wanted all along. Without Mothspark, she returned to the warm claws of her family. She believes that this is what she had always wanted. Her moons of wild youth had been led astray. She had been foolish, but her eyes were open now. Maybe becoming friends with Mothspark was all some grand scheme to get her to come back to them, she would never know. It har worked in the end, regardless. She is looking to build herself anew again, leaving the past where it belongs. The future is what matters now, she needs to have something that will outlive her after she is dead and gone. But she cannot deny the jolt whenever she sees that breathtaking old friend from across camp, nor can she lie and say that their time apart has made her infatuation any less strong. She just has to hope it will die soon, lest she has to kill it herself.
"What?" by WillemijnB, on Flickr
at seventeen i started to starve myself
Name: Pantherfoot.
Prefix Meaning: Panther- for her strong build and deep black coat.
Suffix Meaning: -foot to portray her fleetness and stealth skill.
Sex: Female.
Age: 29 moons.
Sexuality: Greyasexual-pansexual.
Rank: Warrior.
Role: Nightwalker.
Adopt Thread: Plotted with @/nyara (Miragechaser) and @/jinxy (Scorpionpaw).
Last Character: Ferretface.
The Body
i thought that love was a kind of emptiness
Base Coat Color: Black.
Markings: None. It is her lack of markings that she takes pride in.
Eye Color: Gleaming gold; it occasionally darkens to an orange color.
Body Size and Build: Large, with a towering, muscular build.
Fur Length and Texture: Short, yet quite thick and full-looking.
Additional Physical Traits: Long paws, rounded ears, thick tail, wide face.
Health and Scars: You bet your bottom dollar that she's healthy. A hearty notch is missing from her left ear and she has a pair of prominent scratch scars in the fur on her chest. Her paw pads as well are scarred and rough.
Faceclaim: Blitz.
Full Appearance Description: There is no doubt as to why Pantherfoot has the dark leopardlike cat as her namesake. She is hulking in size, with broad shoulders and well sculpted muscles. She doesn't look overly bulky, just gracefully and evenly muscular. Her massive body is cloaked in the blackest of fur, with only sparse touches of reddish brown from the sun. Most cats would find her color as nothing spectacular, but the fact that it is so plain and easily overlooked is the point. She blends with the shadows and skulks through their midst with ease. And she has other things that set her apart from her other dark-pelted clanmates. Like a dark cloud in a pale sky, she has a face set with golden eyes like a pair of suns peeking through the storm. Her wide face and rounded, slightly shorter than average ears are more features that make her akin to the creature she is named after. Her paws as well are rather peculiar, though they are not especially large they are slightly longer than most other cats, and the benefit of this is unknown.
Genetics: Ll, RR, ReRe, lplp, whwh, BB, XoXo, DD, dmdm, aa, mcmc, spsp, tata, bmbm, ii, wbwb, EE, CC, ww, acac, sfsf, JbJb, mm, mkmk, pdpd
The Identity
and at least i understood then the hunger i felt
Positive Traits: Teacherly, adaptable, prudent
Neutral Traits: Frank, enigmatic, dominating, silver tongued
Negative Traits: Smug, dogmatic, untrustworthy, rebellious
Loves: Scorpions, her older sibling,
Likes: Kittens, hunting dangerous things, showing off,
Dislikes: Anything other than food in her mouth (fur, sand, etc) and chewy prey.
Hates: Things she deems as imperfect, feeling helpless and/or not in control, and annoying trainees. Scratch that: annoying cats in general.
Fears: Death and abandonment. Also, her feelings.
Secrets: She still harbors some kind of love for Mothspark and doesn't know what to do about it.
Dreams: To make her parents, clanmates and gods proud. To have stories told about her for generations.
Strengths: Eyesight, hunting, stealth, attack
Normals: Hearing, flexibility, defense, swimming
Weaknesses: Climbing, speed, smelling, jumping
The Past
and i didn't have to call it loneliness
Pantherkit was born in a three kit litter, she was the middle child yet the largest out of the kittens. This earned her the name Pantherkit, after the big cats in stories that lurked in the shadows and had fur as dark as the witching hour. She was very obviously the favorite of her parents, their previous litter had had... disappointments. But their relationship hadn't faltered, and were pleased to find that all of their offspring in this litter were solid black. The way they wanted, and the way that the gods had intended them to be. You see, Nightwalkers were solid black at best, which gave them an advantage in hunting during the dark hours of the night. The other coats were just unfortunate imperfections. They had come from a long line of pitch black cats, and strove to spread their pure bloodline. So the clan would prosper. It would be the best for everyone.
The kittens were taught of their superior heritage and color from the moment their eyes and ears opened. Pantherkit knew that she was her parent's favorite, their beautiful, perfect daughter. She used that knowledge to her full advantage, as in their eyes she could do little wrong. She had no trouble believing that she was greater than her denmates. That was, until she met Mothkit. One of her parent's friends had another litter that was around the same age as her. A deep black tabby and a shimmering smoke cat, they had a litter that consisted of of two sons and a daughter. The boys were mirror images of their parents. The girl was the color of the moon. Tabby swirls in her pelt like the milky way and a base coat that shone like stars. Mothkit had a personality like the sun, you couldn't look straight at her yet the world revolved around her. Pantherkit was captivated by her.
Mothkit was the star to Pantherkit's sky, the pair was inseparable and one could argue that they were closer with one another than with their own blood siblings. Mothkit's parents lightheartedly joked about how Pantherkit followed their daughter around like a lost puppy, while Pantherkit's parents were less amused. Their golden child would not be friends with some Duskwalker. They did their best to keep the two apart, but the determined kits would always find a way. The parents just had to hope that they would just fall apart as trainees, but they should have known better. Rumors were going around that Mothkit may be apprenticed as a Daywalker because her coat was so pale. But alas, when the kittens were old enough they all became Nightwalker trainees. Pantherpaw's parents attempted to tighten their grip on their daughter, but the molly had had the taste of power and she disobeyed her parents at every chance she could get.
It was dangerous, yes, but she lived for the thrill and Mothpaw was worth it. Mothpaw was bright and fun-loving, always coming up with smart new competitions and games to make training fun. She also had a stubborn and competitive streak to rival Pantherpaw's own, and though they argued relentlessly it was never anything worse than banter and harmless teasing. Pantherpaw began acting out more often as she neared warriorhood, and her family was worried about her ruining their bloodline's prestige. She had been caught hunting scorpions, something only very well trained warriors were supposed to do. Not young'uns who had barely even earned their keep yet. But the worst thing was that she had actually been able to catch them. It was one thing if she had gotten stung, and then everyone would be able to shake their heads and sigh about what a fool she was. But instead, she was admirable. Such a daredevil, and so brave.
She earned the warrior name Pantherfoot for how quick on her paws she was, and the misbehavior continued into warriorhood. Was she taking this at all seriously? And her relationship with Mothpaw, now Mothspark, was only getting tighter knit. Pantherfoot's parents had to pull out all of the stops to get their daughter back. The legacy that they had wanted. They would no longer allow her to go astray. And they picked just the right time. However well the friends got along, they still had differing opinions. Mothspark was sympathetic towards the Cursed struggle, whereas Pantherfoot saw their souls as being fairly punished for their sins. Mothspark wanted all the cats struggling as the in-betweens to be accepted the same as their brethren, but Pantherfoot saw Mothspark as the exception and disliked anyone else like her. Pantherfoot didn't care about how their ideas differed, she claimed that she was in the right and that was enough. But Mothspark cared. And deep down, Pantherfoot knew that it wasn't her who was really correct.
It wasn't enough for Mothspark that Pantherfoot didn't care about just her coat color, she had to see past everyone's coat color. Pantherfoot knew that being friends with the silver tabby was already crossing a line with her parents. She argued that she wasn't about to throw her relationship with them away for some cats who wouldn't appreciate her anyways. Whenever they went hunting together, Pantherfoot always outshone her paler friend. They never mentioned it, but she believed that no one else deserved to have the struggle that Mothspark had to go through. She was doing the clan a favor by being this way, because her life was easier. In the end, they would see and she would be rewarded. Perhaps one day her soul would see a day where everyone was the same and no one could deny anyone a friend. Mothspark had connections with many of the other Dusk and Dawnwalkers in the clan. She thought that maybe they could change Pantherfoot's mind if she met them. One night, she urged Pantherfoot to stay up until dawn to hunt with the rest of her friends. The black feline was skeptical, but willing to give them a chance.
Mothspark's two worlds collided, stars smashing into one another and leaving a vacuum behind. Her friends were distrustful of Pantherfoot, and misunderstood her just as much as she misunderstood them. She knew her friend well enough to tell that Pantherfoot had really tried, but she had been pushed too far by the rest who outnumbered her. The Nightwalker had a reputation, and Mothspark's other friends couldn't see through the molly's "perfect" coat and "perfect" life. Part of it was jealousy, she was sure. But they of all cats should have been able to put aside their grudges to give someone a chance. If they didn't give Pantherfoot a chance, did they deserve to be given one themselves? She couldn't answer that question. Her dream was broken, she couldn't figure out how to fix it. She put distance between herself and Pantherfoot, worried that her friend would blame her. She needed time.
Pantherfoot blamed herself. She should have been more patient. She should have tried harder, could have. For Mothspark, if not for her friends. Her parents and eldest sibling swooped in and comforted her, and whilst her littermate cared her parents merely took this as another opportunity to manipulate her. But she let them, she was at her weakest and believed them rather than accept any form of the truth. It hurt less. See, she didn't see Mothspark as just a friend anymore. Being without her... it pained her. Pantherfoot had seen her with her in-between 'walker friends, laughing and joking like they used to. She had been too blind, too stubborn, to realize that those acts had all been a front. Mothspark just needed to distance herself to decide what to do. She was wondering if her place she held in the world was really where she was meant to be. She had to some soul-searching to do, and Pantherfoot had kept her distracted. It was a welcome distraction, but she would be miserable whenever they were apart unless she found herself.
Finally, Pantherfoot confessed to her older sibling about how she really felt about Mothspark. They had smiled, shaken their head at how hopelessly their sister had fallen for her childhood friend, that shining star Duskwalker that they had all been in awe with as kittens. Pantherfoot had just never grown out of that, and everyone could see the bond they had except for the two cats in question. Her sibling supported her, regardless of what their parents would think. Nothing said that their relationship was against the clan's rules. Just the rules of their family, and Pantherfroot seemed to have had no trouble breaking those before. They encouraged Pantherfoot to tell her friend how she felt before she lost her nerve. Later that night she caught Mothspark alone. She feared rejection, more than anything she had ever admitted to fearing in her life. She had known Mothspark her whole life... what would it be like if she was gone? She told the other cat about how she felt, cut herself open and let her heart spill until it lay to rest at the other cat's paws. She was at her complete and total mercy.
Mothspark had been astonished. It made sense, she felt these same things too. She hadn't realized that Pantherfoot felt that way, as she had always been the cool one in terms of romance or love. They had honestly always felt closer than friends, but the topic of them becoming anything more was never brought up. Mothspark did love Pantherfoot, but as a friend first and anything more second. She wasn't sure if they could be anything more, at least not yet. She needed to know herself before she could know whether she was truly the one for Pantherfoot. Because she loved her too much to hurt her, and that was what she worried might happen if they got tangled up again now. She told Pantherfoot that she needed time. She needed to think. Mothspark had always been a thinker, and fell back on it when Pantherfoot wasn't around to encourage her to be confident. She would curse herself later, she should have known how her friend would react.
Pantherfoot took this as rejection. The fire that had ignited in her chest burned cold, the stars in her eyes snuffed out all at once. She should have trusted her parents. Blood was thicker than water. They had been right about Mothspark. She didn't even care enough to try and discuss this thing between them. Perhaps if she hadn't already been so fragile, fed lies by those she thought had her best interests at heart, she would have seen things more clearly. But Pantherfoot had never been like that. Quick to judge, quick to action, slow to open up. All the moons spent building one another up, vaporized like water under the laser eye of the sun. Pantherfoot couldn't even look back without remembering the bitter end. And Mothspark knew she had broken it as soon as the words left her mouth.
Now Pantherfoot is her parent's perfect daughter, just what they wanted all along. Without Mothspark, she returned to the warm claws of her family. She believes that this is what she had always wanted. Her moons of wild youth had been led astray. She had been foolish, but her eyes were open now. Maybe becoming friends with Mothspark was all some grand scheme to get her to come back to them, she would never know. It har worked in the end, regardless. She is looking to build herself anew again, leaving the past where it belongs. The future is what matters now, she needs to have something that will outlive her after she is dead and gone. But she cannot deny the jolt whenever she sees that breathtaking old friend from across camp, nor can she lie and say that their time apart has made her infatuation any less strong. She just has to hope it will die soon, lest she has to kill it herself.
"What?" by WillemijnB, on Flickr
