Post by Dyzzie on Sept 20, 2015 14:27:43 GMT -5
The female made her way through the territory, a soft, but serene smile on the lean, petite female's face as she thought about all that had happened in such a short time. It wasn't too long ago that she and her father had finally returned to Leafclan, their journey home after the river carried them away having taken them a long time. but, she had returned. She'd joined the apprentices for a short time,t o prepare and prove herself as a warrior. And now . . . she was one. Flowerblossom, she found it oddly fitting for a gray, lilac, cream and white cat. but what more could you expect when you could be as exotic as she was? She bit back a smile, hating the way the thought sounded vain. but it was relatively true. She'd yet to see another cat with the same purple hue she had. Mix in the gray and cream that lashed through the lilac, and the white that played around her chest, muzzle and legs . . . she wasn't your average cat. And the vibrant green eyes helped to prove that. And the way her pelt shimmered in the sun. Some days . . . . she felt she was more 'odd' than pretty though. She really hadn't seen another like her.
but she refused to let that bother her. She knew who she was as a cat. And now thanks to the naming ceremony, a large portion of the clan knew her to be sassy but intelligent. Another smile touched her muzzle at that thought. Intelligent, yes; but it was often hidden behind that sass that could make either of her parents chuckle. Was it really sass when it ws a partial truth hidden behind a playful banter though? Either way, she was a sassy female, with a unique look to her, and . . . . still she seemed to be alone most of the time. Since her return, Flowerblossom couldn't help but to feel slightly out of place in the clan. She'd worked hard to know who she was as a clan cat, and what it meant to be a Leafclan cat. but, here, back in the clan. All she could remember was that she was raised OUTSIDE of clan. She might have been born a clan cat, but a part of her couldn't help but to relate to that loner life style.
She bit back a snort, shaking her head softly. What was she thinking. She was clearly a clan cat. Her mother saw, her father saw it . . . yet still she tended to keep to herself, feeling almost awkward around the other clan cats who didn't know her - some of which didn't even remember her from before she was ripped from the clan. Her posture seemed to deflate slightly at the course her thoughts had taken. Was it really her fault that she tended to stay off on her own. She just didn't know how else to relate to these other cats. They had friendship that had bloomed all through kithood and apprenticehood . . . and, she just felt like the awkward outsider . . . . Even now, with a proper warrior name, she felt like she was only permitted to view from the edge. To see the kinship the others had, and just wish she could have it too.
OOC:// Flowerblossom is still having issues feeling like part of the clan, that the others would see she's a clan cat, despite being raised while out-of-clan. ^^ Open for anyone: but would prefer warriors.
but she refused to let that bother her. She knew who she was as a cat. And now thanks to the naming ceremony, a large portion of the clan knew her to be sassy but intelligent. Another smile touched her muzzle at that thought. Intelligent, yes; but it was often hidden behind that sass that could make either of her parents chuckle. Was it really sass when it ws a partial truth hidden behind a playful banter though? Either way, she was a sassy female, with a unique look to her, and . . . . still she seemed to be alone most of the time. Since her return, Flowerblossom couldn't help but to feel slightly out of place in the clan. She'd worked hard to know who she was as a clan cat, and what it meant to be a Leafclan cat. but, here, back in the clan. All she could remember was that she was raised OUTSIDE of clan. She might have been born a clan cat, but a part of her couldn't help but to relate to that loner life style.
She bit back a snort, shaking her head softly. What was she thinking. She was clearly a clan cat. Her mother saw, her father saw it . . . yet still she tended to keep to herself, feeling almost awkward around the other clan cats who didn't know her - some of which didn't even remember her from before she was ripped from the clan. Her posture seemed to deflate slightly at the course her thoughts had taken. Was it really her fault that she tended to stay off on her own. She just didn't know how else to relate to these other cats. They had friendship that had bloomed all through kithood and apprenticehood . . . and, she just felt like the awkward outsider . . . . Even now, with a proper warrior name, she felt like she was only permitted to view from the edge. To see the kinship the others had, and just wish she could have it too.
OOC:// Flowerblossom is still having issues feeling like part of the clan, that the others would see she's a clan cat, despite being raised while out-of-clan. ^^ Open for anyone: but would prefer warriors.
