Feathercry
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- NAME Feathercry
- BIRTHSEASON Leaf-bare
- AGE 19 moons
- GENDER Female
- PRONOUNS She/Her
- ORIENTATION Lesbian
- RESIDENCE IvyClan
- RANK Warrior
- MENTOR Palemouse
- APPRENTICE None
- STATUS Alive
- MAIN THEME Despicable
You lied to me! I’m not special! I’m a murderer!
StarClan’s power and manipulation over the living world has finally come at a price. Tensions between the dead ancestors have reached a tipping point, and the consequences of their actions have manifested into a deadly curse—one that has infected Feathercry from the moment she was born.
The molly spends her days isolated from her clanmates, only engaging with them while out on patrol. They have long since given up trying to break her out of shell, their attempts being met with silence or anger.
Feathercry is quiet and secluded, fearing the idea of others becoming close with her at the cost of their lives. It’s a fear that has left her bitter and envious and rightfully craving what she can never have: the chance for companionship. Thus, she’s snappy and apathetic whenever she’s approached, chasing cats off with sneers and insults. If she must take on the role of a cruel cat to protect the cats around her, so be it.
Those that are unperturbed by her surface-level aggression will find a deep guilt and sadness slowly picking away at her desire to live. She has spent moons dwelling over her continued existence, questioning if her death would be the best way to serve her Clan. And deep down she believes that the answer is yes.
She harbours an over tendency to take the blame for others’ actions, even if it’s glaringly obvious that she’s not at fault, which only contributes to her pre-existing guilt and certainty that cats would be better off without her.
Before loss after loss struck her, she was sweet and supportive, going to the ends of the Earth for the ones she loved. There was no favour that was asked of her that she wouldn’t jump at the opportunity to make happen. Many considered her to be a social butterfly. She had one of the most positive and upbeat attitudes amongst her clanmates, along with an unwavering faith to StarClan—all of which were taken away from her when she learned the truth.
- Loyal
- Thoughtful
- Supportive
- Quiet
- Determined
- Cautious
- Bitter
- Crude
- Envious
- MOTHER Lightchaser †
- FATHER Silkpelt †
- SIBLINGS Quillkit †
- MATE None
- OFFSPRING None
Feathercry is the sole survivor of her immediate family, having lost her mother and littermate at birth and her father to a wolf attack a moon into her apprenticeship. Following the formers’ deaths, she was nursed and fostered by Hopeburst, her mentor’s mate, and raised alongside Gorseecho, Cinderclaw, and Lynxfrost as their sister.
At six moons she was apprenticed to Palemouse—who honed her hunting skills to perfection—and at the ripe age of twelve moons, she was promoted to a warrior after her rallying cry saved several of her clanmates from a camp cave-in.
KIT
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APPRENTICE
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WARRIOR
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- Feather ━ for her soft, feather-like fur.
- Cry ━ for saving the elders from a collapsed den.
- KIT ━ Featherkit
- APPRENTICE ━ Featherpaw
- Isolation
- Hunting
- Long walks
- Socialization
- Leafbare
- StarClan
- Hunting
- Stalking
- Agility
- Socialing
- Patience
- Swimming
- She’s briefly entertained the idea of becoming a loner.
- BODY TYPE Semi-foreign
- BUILD Small
- HEIGHT Shorter than average
- DEMEANOR Tired & sad
- PELT COLOURBlack, white, cream, brown
- FUR SHAPE Medium-length fur, fluffy tail
- EYES COLOUR Cyan
- DESIGNER Clover
Feathercry is a small tortoiseshell she-cat with short, feather-soft fur, tired cyan blue eyes, and a long, fluffy tail. Her fur is primarily black and speckled with small white flecks, though certain lighting gives it a very dark blue hue. Brown and cream tabby markings stream from her left eye down to her tail, spilling over her back and stopping just short of her right leg.
A patch of white-cream makes up the fur on her chest, her left back paw and tail-tip being a lighter white-cream. Brown ear tufts edge the tips of her ears, while white ones line the insides of them. The insides of her ears are oddly pale blue, an odd birth defect that has left her clan’s medicine cats perplexed.
“I miss her and I love her so much, but loneliness is a price I’m willing to pay to keep her safe.”
Feathercry is deeply in love with Pipitstripe, and has been since their apprenticeship together. While it frustrates her how often Piptistripe’s schemes have gotten her hurt, she admires the she-cat’s sense of responsibility, humour, and determination to do the right thing, even at the cost of her own pelt. She finds her courage and daring to be unmatched by any other cat in the mountains.
Before she learned the nature of her curse, she and Pipitstripe were inseparable; sharing tongues, prey, and even nests. As apprentices, they’d sneak out of camp at night to have IvyClan’s territory to themselves, only to stealthily return just before the crack of dawn.
Now, Feathercry treats her coldly, regardless of how much longing and pinning strips away at her. Any attempt at conversation is brushed off, and she’s constantly looking for excuses to avoid being anywhere near her. If there’s any cat that could break down Feathercry’s walls, it’s Pipitstripe, and in her desire to keep her safe from her curse, she’s determined to never let that happen—no matter how much it hurts.
“I always seemed to let him down.”
Feathercry found her father to be a bit overbearing. With the loss of both her mother and sister, Silkpelt was a constant presence in her life, to the point it became irritating. She could rarely find time away from him outside of her apprenticeship, and she couldn’t help but feel guilty any time she shot him down to spend time with her friends instead. While she found it annoying, she could never find it in herself to be angry at him, and understood that he simply wanted championship with his only living kin.
Her guilt only intensified when he died. She mourns not only him, but the missed time they could’ve spent together had she not been so dismissive of him.
