oSaC: Breezeleap

Name:
Breezekit - Breezepaw - Breezeleap


Age:
51 moons (4 years and 3 moons)


Gender:
Female


Clan:
Aspen


Rank:
Warrior


Appearance:
Breezeleap is small brown/gray tabby. In fact, she is so small that the chests' of other cats are about her eye level, more or less. Her fur is a mixture of browns and grays that darken and lighten in patches on her "dainty" frame. Her fur is short and somewhat spikey in places. (Examples: The back of her neck, cheek fur, chest fur, and tail.) She doesn't take good care of her fur, she considers this a rather feminine trait despite both genders neccesity for grooming, so her fur lacks shine and beauty. Breezeleap's stomach, lower/upperneck, and paws are a light gray/brown color. Her neck and chest fur are thicker than the rest of her fur and often mats. The rest of her is the darker brown/gray that starts at the back and runs down her entire tail. Her face is masked with the same color that only covers part of her muzzle, the top, and part of her cheeks, partially on the sides. Her ears are black, alongside the typical tabby stripes that run down the darker parts of her body. These stripes fade a little as they enter near the lighter parts of her body. Breezeleap has thick black band like markings on her front limbs, four on each leg. Her nose is a dark gray, and her paw pads follow suit. She is known characteristically for her short, lean, stature, her dangerous yellow eyes, and her crooked whiskers.


Breed:
Abyssinian / Maine coon mix


Voice Actor:
Tara Strong (For the heck of it.)


Family:

Father- Flashstrike

Mother- Blazenose

Siblings-
Brothers-
Flamestripe-*Tzurai
Hawkscree- =crazy-hat
Smallsnap - *arwogin
Sunstar- ~SilvahSquirtle

Sisters-
Scarthorn- *RaigaZero
Petalfoot- =KellzFire

Other-
Mate- N/A
Kits- N/A


History:
-Kit
She was born last in the litter of seven to her rather proud parents, Flashstrike and Blazenose. She was the smallest in the litter, thus, the one expected to die. However, she was quite the little fighter. Her strong will was what essentially saved her from a fate met by many runts in litters. There was also the special treatment her mother received that aided in her survival. However, she would prefer to believe it was her inner strength. Breezekit was a rather rambunctious little kit. She had all the typical curiosities that kits had plus a constant need to tackle something. She often fought with her other siblings. However, she never won any of the fights. This didn't weaken her spirit though. She often instigated fights with her siblings for sport, much to her mother's dismay.

Her ego formed at this age as well, after all, she had been born in a litter of seven. Seven kittens. It was practically unheard of. She considered herself rather important and above all the other kits in the nursery, not including her siblings, of course. Breezekit felt at war with her mother though. She hated baths. Breezekit would often run and hide behind her father when the time came to be groomed. However, her efforts proved futile, for it was often that her father would groom her when she hid behind him. Despite this, she still preferred him and her male siblings over the female ones. She longed to be like them. Breezekit dreamed of being like her dad. She wanted to be a warrior, she wanted to be something better. Something powerful. (And perhaps something taller)Nothing was going to stop her.

"Sunkit?" Breezekit asked in the middle of the night. "You still up? I can't sleep..." The kit meowed, softly, to make sure their parents or other siblings would not awake. Sunkit yawned and stretched out, "Yeah, I am, what's the matter little sis?" The tom-kit asked, curiously. "Don't call me that pipsqueak I'm not little." She huffed, sourly, but shook it off. "I'm nervous." She mewed softly. "About what? Becoming an apprentice is going to be awesome. One step closer to be the leader." He mewed enthusiastically. "And I'm gonna get the best mentor ever- we all are. I mean, we are pretty special. What are you so worried about?" He asked in a hushed tone. "What if I'm not good enough to be a warrior?" She asked, in an even more hushed tone. Sunkit yawned, but gave off a suprised look. "Of course you are. There isn't a height limit when it comes to being a warrior. You'll do fine. " He said, reassuringly. Breezekit looked over at him, "Yeah- I knew that. I totally knew that, I'm amazing. Hmm, maybe I'll be leader." She meowed softly. "Heh, don't get carried away now..."He smirked. "Because I'm going to be leader. " He purred. Breezekit blinked, "Can I atleast be your deputy? I mean.... that's a warrior with status. " She mewed. "Go to sleep, Breeze, we gotta big day tomorrow."

-Apprentice/Paw
You couldn't imagine the excitement on Breezekit's face when she finally became a paw. She was eager to learn about being a warrior. This was before she had grown cold, cynical and untrusting- thus her ambitious spirit remained as strong as it had been when she was younger. She was still rather pure and hadn't been exposed to the sorrows their world contained. Innocent. Breezepaw had counted the days on her claws for as long as she could remember-a mentor. She was going to get a mentor. She was going to be some cat's apprentice. She honestly couldn't stay still. She recieved, to her dismay, a female mentor. Whom liked to point out the flaws in the young paw more than her successes. Breezepaw felt her mentor was a bit of an air head and focused too much on the girly qualities of being a warrior than the fun ones. Her mentor did provide the basics, of course, but she had the tendency to be rather harsh on the young paw.

Breezepaw didn't like her. She hated her. The mentor made her feel like there was always something wrong with her. The things she did compliment her on were things she despised. Breezepaw's fur was too dirty, her steps weren't graceful, her whiskers were too crooked. Her mentor did however like Breezepaw's size, it was small and petite, a figure any she-cat would die for, and something the paw resented with all her heart. Her mentor only made her want to be a warrior more, a male warrior to be precise. Her disliking of other cats, even male cats, started to grow. She began to feel insecure about herself, the more her mentor insulted her, the more hate she grew for cats. She started to think every cat thought this of her. Small, petite, dirty. She did her best to hide her insecurities, and never told any of her siblings about the evil that was her mentor. If one could be like this, why couldn't the others be like it as well? She grew less and less socialable and more and more lazy and distant. The only cats she socialized with, besides her mentor, was her family. She knew them, they weren't despicable. Well, almost all of them.

One day- when she was training with her mentor- the two encountered something.... "What was that?", the small apprentice asked. Her mentor, a she-cat with a calico like pelt, shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing kit, it was nothing. Now, focus, would you? Or would you rather be a queen?" The she-cat asked with a slight hiss. Breezepaw nervously kept quiet, and looked down at her paws. Why was this she-cat so brash towards her? She hadn't done a thing to her. She wanted to feed her to the wolves but she never admitted to it. Her mentor was a strange cat indeed-, so sweet to everyone else but her. She was too young to understand the she-cat had a litter of her own, a small litter, that had been outshined by the magnificent seven. A litter she blamed for the death of her own- despite it being of natural causes.

The bushes rustled and Breezepaw lifted her ears, "Something is there." She meowed, nervously. The calico pelted she-cat turned her head towards the noise. "Yes, there is." She meowed, bemusedly. "So, I was right then!" Breezepaw said excitingly. Her mentor turned towards her and snapped, "No, you were wrong the first time." She hissed sourly. Breezepaw lowered her ears, "But- I was right the second time?" She meowed with a questioning voice. Her mentor hissed again, "Quiet little runt. " Her voice echoed, strong and fierce. Breezepaw shuddered, but nodded.

This mentor of hers acted like her mother whenever they were around other cats. Doting, really. How could she change so drastically? How could she be so cruel? Two faced. The bushes moved and an orange creature came out. She'd never seen a cat so large before! However, she soon realized it was no cat. It was something else. Something meaner. Something scary. It bared its fangs and came closer. Her mentor hissed at the creature. This was new for her, it was as if her mentor was protecting her. She couldn't believe it. She wanted to say something to her, an apology, something, anything, but she felt as if words wouldn't be the best. That's a big critter... it might eat us... I don't want to die! She shoved her curious and confused thoughts aside and hid behind her mentor, her eyes peeped out behind her to look at the creature. Everything from that moment happened fast. It was too fast. Her mentor picked the kit up, and instead of fleeing, flung it towards danger, before running off herself. Breezepaw stood there, her yellow eyes staring to the brown eyes of the creature's. I'm going to die. She shivered, and scooted backwards, shaking and shivering. Why did she do this to me? What did I do to her? I didn't do anything.... Maybe I deserve this.

The fox turned, as if by a miracle sent from Star Clan, and started to go back into the bushes. The truth was the fox had a litter of her own- she no longer felt threatened, and thus decided to leave. Two things changed that day- her trust in cats and her faith in Star Clan. Star Clan had saved her, she was sure. However, she felt off. Were the only trustable cats the dead ones? Breezepaw wandered back to her clan- dazed and confused. Her own mentor, a member of her clan, tried to kill her. If she had the will for it, the others could too. She knew from then she couldn't trust any of the other clan cats- and the only ones she could trust for sure was her family.


-Warrior
The day finally came. The day she had waited for all her life. She was a warrior, finally a warrior. She wasn't too excited about her name though. It wasn't fierce or brilliant. It was Breezeleap. Graceful, pretty. She hated it but she figured it was a good trade. She didn't have to see her mentor anymore. She didn't have to rely on others anymore either. Warrior title came with a freedom, more freedom than her previous titles, and she enjoyed it. Yes, she had to be loyal to Star Clan but she didn't have to listen to her mentor anymore. She'd grown much colder as the years passed- and still is growing cold. The strong spirited she-cat, a kitten who once had the purest of dreams, was now a dark and aggressive mat of fur. She was still strong spirited but not as pure as before, cynical and disturbed. Her "spirit" also tended to go to all the wrong places. She was often scolded by other cats for her aggressiveness and cold-hearted actions. She cared at first- but after awhile, the care disapeared. She was better than those other cats- She was Breezeleap, a cat to be feared.

She was proud of her new found warrior status. She liked it, she liked it a lot. However, she soon grew a longing for more. She wanted more power. She wanted to be something other cats would respect. Her brother had been made leader and it left her feeling jealous. She wanted to be leader. Perhaps then she would be respected and adored. She wanted power, a lot power. She was a cat with a major inferiority complex that wanted to convince others she was just as good as any normal sized cat. Perhaps even better. Star Clan wasn't going to keep her safe forever. They saved her life once- and she didn't want to take her chances. Breezeleap wanted to never feel helpless, small, and weak again. She didn't want to feel how she felt during her apprentice days, specifically the day with the fox.

Her days as a warrior were pretty uneventful. The only keynote was her brother becoming leader. She couldn't help feel trapped in his shadow. Well, she felt trapped in the shadow of all her siblings. She was the tiny one, the weak one, the runt. She constantly feels as if she needs to prove herself, and the only way she knows is by physical strength- something she lacks. She feels rather lonely because of this. It doesn't help now that she's knownjust as the leader's sister. No longer a name, no longer anything. She was formally, "The leader's sister." to her clan now, and that was it.

"Leader's sister. Leader's sister.... they say. Oh that's just the leader's tiny runt of a sister... I'll show them that I have a name. I'm Breezeleap and one day... I'll be respected and... feared."



Personality: [Life's a Breeze][Brave/Tough Cookie][Strong/Tom Boy] [Lonely] [Aggressive/Reckless] [Cynical]

Life's a Breeze- She doesn't take most things too seriously. Well, she doesn't take everything seriously. This tends to refer to matters of the emotional kind mostly. However, she has a hard time deciphering what to take seriously, and what to let go of. She assumes her role as "anything but female" is very important and must be taken seriously at all times, while the birth of a new litter is no more important than a fallen leaf. (For example, if her abilities are questioned she will take this seriously. Another example, she is very sensitive about her size and considers her petite form rather "female", if commented on she will attack.) She doesn't put a lot of effort into anything either.(Unless it deals with her "male image" she wants to maintain or getting stronger.) Why? She doesn't think she needs to put effort into anything that isn't deemed "important" by her. Breezeleap thinks she just can accomplish things with minimal input. (If you haven't caught on, she has quite the ego.) This, in part, is caused by her rather "bold/tomboyish" personality. She often ends up putting out more effort avoiding work than she does doing it. This also makes Breezeleap somewhat emotionally messed up and causes her to appear heartless. So what if a kit died? It's dead, move on. You can't let something like that slow down life, can ya?

Brave/Tough Cookie/Aggressive/Reckless- She's very brave, or at least, she acts like it all the time. She pretends to be fearless when she may actually be terrified. Is she brave? Braver than the average, yes, but there is a fine line between bravery and reckless stupidity. Breezeleap would hate to be seen as weak, especially to her male peers. She wants to show she is just as good as any male, heck, even better. She sometimes feels she has to prove herself, which leads her to being slightly reckless. Can you blame her? Breezeleap was raised with so many brothers, and as the sister, she felt like she had to be on par with them. Don't get me wrong, her bravery is not all smoke and mirrors. She's a force to be reckoned with. What she lacks in physical strength she makes up in agility and verbal taunting. They don't call her Breezeleap for nothing.

Strong/Tom boy- She isn't physically strong but emotionally strong. Breezeleap has a strong will and will fight for what she believes in. She had to be tough spirited, after all, she did grow up with many brothers. She's never quite felt like she belonged with other she-cats, not even around her own sister. She's been around toms all her life, and because of this, she has grown to enjoy male company. She'd rather be around guys than gals any day. Who wants to hear she-cats gab about kits and all that mushy stuff any how? Do to her liking of male company, she's often been put to the "test". You know toms, sparing and such, hunting. Boys can be boys, and she considers herself one of them. She's never had an interest for some of the more female things.

Lonely- It's hard being a tom boy. I've mentioned before she doesn't like female company. She doesn't, nor does she want to be anything like a weak and pathetic she-cat. (cough Petalfoot cough) She longs to fit in with male warriors, to be treated like one. She would love to just "hang out with the guys" and ditch the more feminine things. However, she hasn't felt accepted by any male in that fashion. The only type of male attention she gets is "unwanted".

Cynical- 1.) Believing that people are motivated by self-interest; distrustful of human sincerity or integrity. 2.) Doubtful as to whether something will happen or is worthwhile.(Definitions provided by Google) Breezeleap doesn't trust other cats. She trusts her family but that is because she knows them well. She is very cautious with other cats. When it comes to the "big picture" other cats don't really do anything for her. She finds other cats to be disgusting and self-centered (which is a bit hypocritical of her.) She is also rather cynical when it comes to her image. She believes she'll never find a cat who loves her for who she is, (That isn't family cough Sunstar cough) and this causes her to be rather or could accept her. She wants to be accepted as a tom, not as a she-cat. She wants to be treated like one too.



Fun Facts:
- Breezeleap would rather be male than female.
- She hates being called "small" or any other form of the word.
- She isn't that great of a fighter. She is fast, yes, and can evade attacks all right but she tires very easy and doesn't have much physical strength.
- She has a general disliking of close contact and prefers to keep a specific distance of at least one foot between herself and another cat.
- She is terrified of foxes
- She envies cats with blue eyes.
- She hates the meat of birds. She prefers rodents.
- Her facial expression is either stoic or a glare, she rarely smiles or shows much emotion.
- Her purr is rather loud and sounds more like rocks hitting one another than actual purring- so, she avoids purring. She doesn't like her own purr.
- She, and her other siblings, believe their sister Scarthorn is dead.


RP Example:
[From TGB with my character Vendetta]
Vendetta sighed heavily, her mottled paws touching the soft ground beneath her feet. The Himalayan lynx point mix pacing back and forth, half in deep thought, and the other half bored out of her mind. Her creamy fur flowing with a soft breeze from the east, her silvery blue eyes focused upon the dirt beneath her padded paws. Back and forth. Back and forth. Aimlessly. There was no purpose in her pacing, and the only purpose she guessed for her movements was either the mind numbing boredom or her body trying to keep up with her racing thoughts. Maybe it was just a guard thing? She was a guard after all, and the back and forth stalking of watching their post seemed almost cliché and yet… expected. Her greyish and black striped tail flicked back and forth, as if trying to keep all the thoughts away from her mind. At least, all of the off topic thoughts. She was trying to figure out what to do. She had nothing to occupy her time with but her pacing, a pacing that was already breaking the edges off her mentality. I could go find something to eat, or maybe I could find a friend to chat with. A friend to chat with! That’ll save this boredom from eating my sanity! What a great idea! She thought to herself, about to pad off from the rut she almost wore in the ground before she realized something. She didn’t have any friends, at least, not yet. “Oh….. right…” She mumbled, softly, sitting down as her tail curled around her side. For a moment she looked absolutely depressed, and her eyes and body heavy. For a few instants she stayed like this, sighing heavily every few minutes, before another brilliant idea crossed her mind. “I don’t have any friends but- maybe I can make some! There has to be a ton of cats around here. Somewhere….. yeah! I’ll go make a friend….. hopefully they aren’t scary. Or ugly. Or have crooked whiskers.” She meowed, happily padding off in pursuit of some company.


Relationships:
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Neutral
Friend
Best Friend
Crush
Love
Family
Slight Disliking
Despise/Hate
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*None as of yet.