Post by ~Snowstar~ on Oct 11, 2006 1:17:56 GMT -5
Name: Sweetheart
Gender: She-Cat
Age: Sixteen Moons
Clan: StarClan (previously of SnowClan)
Position: Warrior
Appearance: Sweetheart is and was never immensely beautiful but, in all aspects of herself, she produces a wonderfully happy glow. Her pelt is long and a warm, vibrant, sun-color. One of her front paws is a light white, as are her medium-length whiskers. Her eyes constantly bear a laughing, glittering sparkle and are a brilliant shade of green.
Throughout her life she never took part in any major battles and so the only scar she has is a tiny scratch on one of her back heels.
Personality: Happy, amazing, sweet, generous, kind, caring, witty, loving, active... Any word which basically means ‘lovely!’ is a great word to describe Sweetheart. This is why she was given her name because she is, and always was, a real darling! She has an angelic way of talking to people and is always considerably caring.
A complete delight to be around, Sweetheart continues to earn many great friends even in her death.
History: Sweetheart did not live a long life at all, dying when she was merely eleven moons old. However, she definitely lived her life to the full. Being an exceedingly keen apprentice and great, young warrior she was loved by almost every member of her clan. Now she spends her days frolicking in the lands of StarClan (where she also has lots of friends), but, alas the pain before she died and the loss of those she loved, still touches her every step...
IC: Sweetheart’s tiny chest racked violently as she doubled over, coughing uncontrollably. “You okay, Sweetheart?” it was the voice of her kindly mother who was padding towards the patrol. She pressed her flank against her daughter and purred worriedly.
“No she is not!” Sandpelt, one of Sweetheart’s best friends snapped before she could reply. “She’s been going on like that since dawn!” Then, more seriously, she added, “I think she’s really quite ill, Whiteflower.”
Sweetheart took a deep breath of air before wheezing, “Will you both stop talking as if I’m not here! Coz I am you know!” Concerning faces met her eyes and, after letting out another cough, she sighed, “Okay! Okay! I’ll go and see our Medicine Cat!”
After a few more harsh words from her mother, Sweetheart made her way to the small cave where the clan’s medicine cat dwelled. “Mousefoot?” she called as she entered. “Mousefoot? My mother sent me here to–” the young warrior was suddenly wheezing and spluttering, desperately gasping for breath.
“Sweetheart! My dear!” Mousefoot made her way towards the she-cat and licked her side until the coughing subsided. “Come,” she mewed, “Sit here and tell me all about it.”
Sweetheart perched on a bed of moss. “Oh,” she was still struggling to breathe normally, “It’s nothing really. Sandpelt and Whiteflower told me to come. I don’t know why. It’s just a cold.”
“I think I just heard why your mother and friend are so worried about you, and it didn’t sound like ‘just a cold’.”
Sweetheart blinked, still smiling. “Of course it is! What else could it be?”
Mousefoot sat in front of the warrior and sighed, “Sweetheart, I think you’ve got greencough and, from what I’ve already heard, it seems pretty bad.”
Young, happy Sweetheart refused to accept her fate. She had heard of the disease and how it gripped those who were not strong enough until, eventually, they died. A day later though, she could barely take a breath. She had not eaten or moved from her spot on the edge of the camp in hours and she was lonely. Greencough was contagious and so all cats were forbidden to go near her. Just as the sun was setting and she felt the life streaming out of her, through half-closed eyes she saw a group of cats approaching her. “H– Hello–” she attempted before beginning to shiver and cough all over again.
“No,” her mother’s voice reached her, “Don’t talk, Sweetheart.”
“We know we shouldn’t be here,” this was Sandpelt, “But we needed to– we had to– to come...”
“I know,” Sweetheart spoke again, wheezing so awfully that her words were barely audible. “I love you all so much, I’m pleased you came.”
“What on earth will we do without you?!” her small apprentice, Bluepaw’s voice shook as if she were crying, but Sweetheart no longer had the strength to open her eyes. “Who will teach me to fight and hunt and...”
“I’ll watch– watch– from StarClan.”
“Sweetheart?” this tiny, squeaky voice came from the form of Oakkit, a newborn who had always loved Sweetheart.
“Uh-huh?”
“I wanted you to be my apprentice too. Won’t you miss hunting in the forest? There won’t be enough prey with you gone.” Then she whimpered and the warrior felt a tiny form huddling beside her, “Please don’t go!”
“Don’t worry. I’ll watch you all. Always. And I swear that I’ll stay in the forest and hunt forever...”
History Continued: Those were Sweetheart’s last words and then she could open her eyes. Before her, she watched the group of cats turn from her well known friends to other cats who she had never known before. They welcomed her and, feeling completely better, she bounded forward and accepted her new world happily.
She has kept her promise and watched over all of her old clan mates. A few have joined her since then: a few elders as well has her father, and she has welcomed them as her clan welcomed her.
Never has she spent her time being sad. That would be completely against her character and it would undoubtedly let her old friends down.
Quote: “I know that they love me as much as I love them and I do not want to ruin their memory by suddenly becoming unhappy.”~Sweetheart talking to one of her current clan mates about her old life.
Gender: She-Cat
Age: Sixteen Moons
Clan: StarClan (previously of SnowClan)
Position: Warrior
Appearance: Sweetheart is and was never immensely beautiful but, in all aspects of herself, she produces a wonderfully happy glow. Her pelt is long and a warm, vibrant, sun-color. One of her front paws is a light white, as are her medium-length whiskers. Her eyes constantly bear a laughing, glittering sparkle and are a brilliant shade of green.
Throughout her life she never took part in any major battles and so the only scar she has is a tiny scratch on one of her back heels.
Personality: Happy, amazing, sweet, generous, kind, caring, witty, loving, active... Any word which basically means ‘lovely!’ is a great word to describe Sweetheart. This is why she was given her name because she is, and always was, a real darling! She has an angelic way of talking to people and is always considerably caring.
A complete delight to be around, Sweetheart continues to earn many great friends even in her death.
History: Sweetheart did not live a long life at all, dying when she was merely eleven moons old. However, she definitely lived her life to the full. Being an exceedingly keen apprentice and great, young warrior she was loved by almost every member of her clan. Now she spends her days frolicking in the lands of StarClan (where she also has lots of friends), but, alas the pain before she died and the loss of those she loved, still touches her every step...
IC: Sweetheart’s tiny chest racked violently as she doubled over, coughing uncontrollably. “You okay, Sweetheart?” it was the voice of her kindly mother who was padding towards the patrol. She pressed her flank against her daughter and purred worriedly.
“No she is not!” Sandpelt, one of Sweetheart’s best friends snapped before she could reply. “She’s been going on like that since dawn!” Then, more seriously, she added, “I think she’s really quite ill, Whiteflower.”
Sweetheart took a deep breath of air before wheezing, “Will you both stop talking as if I’m not here! Coz I am you know!” Concerning faces met her eyes and, after letting out another cough, she sighed, “Okay! Okay! I’ll go and see our Medicine Cat!”
After a few more harsh words from her mother, Sweetheart made her way to the small cave where the clan’s medicine cat dwelled. “Mousefoot?” she called as she entered. “Mousefoot? My mother sent me here to–” the young warrior was suddenly wheezing and spluttering, desperately gasping for breath.
“Sweetheart! My dear!” Mousefoot made her way towards the she-cat and licked her side until the coughing subsided. “Come,” she mewed, “Sit here and tell me all about it.”
Sweetheart perched on a bed of moss. “Oh,” she was still struggling to breathe normally, “It’s nothing really. Sandpelt and Whiteflower told me to come. I don’t know why. It’s just a cold.”
“I think I just heard why your mother and friend are so worried about you, and it didn’t sound like ‘just a cold’.”
Sweetheart blinked, still smiling. “Of course it is! What else could it be?”
Mousefoot sat in front of the warrior and sighed, “Sweetheart, I think you’ve got greencough and, from what I’ve already heard, it seems pretty bad.”
Young, happy Sweetheart refused to accept her fate. She had heard of the disease and how it gripped those who were not strong enough until, eventually, they died. A day later though, she could barely take a breath. She had not eaten or moved from her spot on the edge of the camp in hours and she was lonely. Greencough was contagious and so all cats were forbidden to go near her. Just as the sun was setting and she felt the life streaming out of her, through half-closed eyes she saw a group of cats approaching her. “H– Hello–” she attempted before beginning to shiver and cough all over again.
“No,” her mother’s voice reached her, “Don’t talk, Sweetheart.”
“We know we shouldn’t be here,” this was Sandpelt, “But we needed to– we had to– to come...”
“I know,” Sweetheart spoke again, wheezing so awfully that her words were barely audible. “I love you all so much, I’m pleased you came.”
“What on earth will we do without you?!” her small apprentice, Bluepaw’s voice shook as if she were crying, but Sweetheart no longer had the strength to open her eyes. “Who will teach me to fight and hunt and...”
“I’ll watch– watch– from StarClan.”
“Sweetheart?” this tiny, squeaky voice came from the form of Oakkit, a newborn who had always loved Sweetheart.
“Uh-huh?”
“I wanted you to be my apprentice too. Won’t you miss hunting in the forest? There won’t be enough prey with you gone.” Then she whimpered and the warrior felt a tiny form huddling beside her, “Please don’t go!”
“Don’t worry. I’ll watch you all. Always. And I swear that I’ll stay in the forest and hunt forever...”
History Continued: Those were Sweetheart’s last words and then she could open her eyes. Before her, she watched the group of cats turn from her well known friends to other cats who she had never known before. They welcomed her and, feeling completely better, she bounded forward and accepted her new world happily.
She has kept her promise and watched over all of her old clan mates. A few have joined her since then: a few elders as well has her father, and she has welcomed them as her clan welcomed her.
Never has she spent her time being sad. That would be completely against her character and it would undoubtedly let her old friends down.
Quote: “I know that they love me as much as I love them and I do not want to ruin their memory by suddenly becoming unhappy.”~Sweetheart talking to one of her current clan mates about her old life.