INFORMATION
Age : 39 Moons Rank: Deputy Gender: Female Fur: Short Hair Colour: Solid Chocolate Eyes: Copper |
SKILLS
✔ Fast ✔ Strong swimmer/fisher ✔ Sharp hearing ✘ Weak fighter ✘ Limps off front right leg ✘ Weak climber |
PERSONALITY
Calm, collected and quiet, Crowsong is a polite young she-cat who is willing to give everyone a chance. Her patient demeanour is perfect for her role as deputy, and she is willing to sit back and listen to disputes or put in her two cents about a problem. She is calm, even in the face of someone who is not so, and will never react with a heated word or snide remark.
However, when she is given the chance, Crowsong adores spinning tales. Magical forests and heroes of old are normally the stars of her tales, and she is often popular among the apprentices! That being said, she is honest and truthful when she needs to be, and will never use her talent for storytelling to get herself out of trouble or making herself look better. She has a great memory for detail - something that shows in her stories! - and is always a trustworthy source for retelling events or giving a patrol report.
Calm, collected and quiet, Crowsong is a polite young she-cat who is willing to give everyone a chance. Her patient demeanour is perfect for her role as deputy, and she is willing to sit back and listen to disputes or put in her two cents about a problem. She is calm, even in the face of someone who is not so, and will never react with a heated word or snide remark.
However, when she is given the chance, Crowsong adores spinning tales. Magical forests and heroes of old are normally the stars of her tales, and she is often popular among the apprentices! That being said, she is honest and truthful when she needs to be, and will never use her talent for storytelling to get herself out of trouble or making herself look better. She has a great memory for detail - something that shows in her stories! - and is always a trustworthy source for retelling events or giving a patrol report.
STORY
"Are my stories real?" The echo of your question from the dulcet tones fills your ears, followed swiftly by a short, sharp laugh. "No, my darling, of course they're not real. Tales of heroic twolegs, dancing birds, possessed kittypets and talking tree-eaters?" She laughed again, shaking her head. "You're no longer an apprentice, You... I'd have assumed you had realized by now." Stung by her words, you flatten your ears, and, swiftly, she continues speaking. "I mean, they all have a base in truth, of course, but true stories never have the pull, never leave the listener wanting more..." A smile decorated her copper eyes as she looked away, regarding something in the underbrush. "A twoleg who once helped a warrior is a fine story and all... But a twoleg who singlehandedly saved an entire clan from destruction is a far better tale. A bird crossing your path is boring. A colony of dancing birds within the trees is a far better tale." Again, she shot you a smile, but you couldn't find it in yourself to return it.
"But why?" The question escaped your lips before you could stop it. You longed to know why all of her fantastical stories, those that you had once loved were spun lies, merely tales that were made up.
Those same eyes landed on you, a flicker of seriousness dulling them before lighting with kindness again. "Because, dear, a good story with heroes of old inspires a new generation of heroes. Hearing tales of those who are brave encourages one to be brave oneself. As for them being exaggerated, well... A good story teller never lets facts get in the way."
You find yourself chuckling at that. The irrational anger you felt at the discovery of your favourite stories being fake had faded with her explanation, and now you felt almost sheepish.
Crowsong looked around camp, at the numerous apprentices and kits that were beginning to hover hopefully close to the camp's best storyteller, and, with a wink to you, spoke.
"Hey, You... Have you ever heard the story of the singing crows? ..."
"Are my stories real?" The echo of your question from the dulcet tones fills your ears, followed swiftly by a short, sharp laugh. "No, my darling, of course they're not real. Tales of heroic twolegs, dancing birds, possessed kittypets and talking tree-eaters?" She laughed again, shaking her head. "You're no longer an apprentice, You... I'd have assumed you had realized by now." Stung by her words, you flatten your ears, and, swiftly, she continues speaking. "I mean, they all have a base in truth, of course, but true stories never have the pull, never leave the listener wanting more..." A smile decorated her copper eyes as she looked away, regarding something in the underbrush. "A twoleg who once helped a warrior is a fine story and all... But a twoleg who singlehandedly saved an entire clan from destruction is a far better tale. A bird crossing your path is boring. A colony of dancing birds within the trees is a far better tale." Again, she shot you a smile, but you couldn't find it in yourself to return it.
"But why?" The question escaped your lips before you could stop it. You longed to know why all of her fantastical stories, those that you had once loved were spun lies, merely tales that were made up.
Those same eyes landed on you, a flicker of seriousness dulling them before lighting with kindness again. "Because, dear, a good story with heroes of old inspires a new generation of heroes. Hearing tales of those who are brave encourages one to be brave oneself. As for them being exaggerated, well... A good story teller never lets facts get in the way."
You find yourself chuckling at that. The irrational anger you felt at the discovery of your favourite stories being fake had faded with her explanation, and now you felt almost sheepish.
Crowsong looked around camp, at the numerous apprentices and kits that were beginning to hover hopefully close to the camp's best storyteller, and, with a wink to you, spoke.
"Hey, You... Have you ever heard the story of the singing crows? ..."
HISTORY
Born the only dark kitten in a litter of nine cream siblings, Crowkit soon learned that the only way that she could be noticed was speaking with the elders. Her love for storytelling grew from her young love of listening to the Elder's stories in her clan, her vivid imagination blossoming from their nurturing. Soon, she began to tell her own stories, and the elders loved to listen to them, even if they weren't the most coherent.
Soon enough, the kit grew into Crowpaw, and her apprenticeship began. All was going well until the night before her final test, when other apprentices within the camp aggravated a nearby camp after sneaking away after nightfall. The other apprentices tried to frame Crowpaw, to ensure their safety while she remained an apprentice into her first year. When Crowpaw gave her events of the night, the others tried to use her storytelling against her - if she loved telling stories, how do you know she's not telling one now?! Luckily, Crowpaw's eye for detail helped to ensure her innocence.
The only apprentice to pass her test that moon, Crowsong became a strong, independent member of the camp, forgiving the others and aiding her clan to the best end.
Soon, though, a wanderlust overcame the young she-cat, and she left her birthclan, eager to explore. She wasn't alone for long, however, before she came across Lasclan.
Born the only dark kitten in a litter of nine cream siblings, Crowkit soon learned that the only way that she could be noticed was speaking with the elders. Her love for storytelling grew from her young love of listening to the Elder's stories in her clan, her vivid imagination blossoming from their nurturing. Soon, she began to tell her own stories, and the elders loved to listen to them, even if they weren't the most coherent.
Soon enough, the kit grew into Crowpaw, and her apprenticeship began. All was going well until the night before her final test, when other apprentices within the camp aggravated a nearby camp after sneaking away after nightfall. The other apprentices tried to frame Crowpaw, to ensure their safety while she remained an apprentice into her first year. When Crowpaw gave her events of the night, the others tried to use her storytelling against her - if she loved telling stories, how do you know she's not telling one now?! Luckily, Crowpaw's eye for detail helped to ensure her innocence.
The only apprentice to pass her test that moon, Crowsong became a strong, independent member of the camp, forgiving the others and aiding her clan to the best end.
Soon, though, a wanderlust overcame the young she-cat, and she left her birthclan, eager to explore. She wasn't alone for long, however, before she came across Lasclan.
RELATIONS
EBONSTAR
Considered one of her closest friends, Crowstar has nothing but respect and love for the leader. She views him as more than a brother, as though he is her other half. He is the flame that keeps her boiling, and she is the water that keeps him under control. The pair love one another, and Lasclan would not be the same without them.
HAWKPAW
Crowsong has a soft spot for the young apprentice, and took him under her wing as soon as she could. She has a friendly-mom vibe with the youngster, and has the ability to both embarrass him and teach him invaluable lessons. She is a mother figure to him, and loves him as though he were her own biologically.
SHADEPAW
Crowsong admires the young she-cat's spunk, and simply adores her attitude to life. She takes her out with Hawkpaw when she can, if Willowthorn isn't too busy or when she needs to collect something for the medicine cat.
BLAZESTEP
Where Crowsong has her talent for storytelling, Blazestep has a talent for mischief, and Crowsong respects that. Crowsong and Blazestep actually get along quite well, with the deputy often encouraging the mischief maker to annoy campmates for amusement purposes.
THRUSHSTONE
Even though he's not much fun, Crowsong admires the male's strong will and willingness to take part in clan duties, even to the point where she often has to invent new ones for him to do.
WILLOWTHORN
Crowsong can often be found watching the Medicine Cat in absolute awe. She would love to understand all of that herbal stuff, but never had the patience to learn. She admires Willowthorn's patience and kindness, and loves having her as a role model for the younger clan members.