Name:
Paintedwing
Age: 59 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan/Affiliation: Formerly RiverClan
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Calico and white she-cat with bright green eyes.
Personality: Paintedwing has always been something of a mother to all cats. She doesn't like seeing anyone in pain or fear and will do her best to fix it. She will defend who she cares about with tooth and claw, and isn't afraid to make sure her enemies run away with new scars to remember her by. But she takes betrayals to heart; the betrayal and death of her mate made her lose all faith in her Clan, and she has turned to the life of a loner, leaving her kits behind to be cared for and protected by the Clan.
Role: Other Loner
Other: Haven't been the most active because of finals but since they just ended, I'll be on most of the time now.
Roleplay Example:
He's gone.
Pain shot up Paintedwing's leg with every step. Her torn pad was searing, but she wasn't stopping to lick out the grit stuck in the cut. The pain of her mate's death was far worse. Forget his death... what he'd done to her kits was far worse. He could have just said he didn't want them, he could have just said he didn't want to be known as the father. But now... everything had gone so wrong. Had the kits really been too much?
Her kits. StarClan knew she didn't want to leave them behind. But she couldn't take them with her. The Clan would take care of them; they would grow to be strong, fierce warriors. She knew they would make her proud, even if she wasn't there to see. Bringing such young cats out on a self-exile like this would just be cruel. She couldn't do that to them. She wouldn't be able to explain the blood over her paws and muzzle, the gashes over her side. How could she? How could she have told them? There was no way.
Tail quivering, Paintedwing kept her paws going, not looking back to the territory and everything she was leaving behind.
Activeness Level: Now that finals are over, around a 7