Doestrike || TSS

Name:

Doekit - Doepaw - Doestrike

Gender:

^She-cat

Age:

22 moons

Rank:

Deputy

Clan: 

Dimclan

Mark:

Spear-like mark with two prongs on either side

Mentor: 

N/A

Apprentice:

N/A

Personality

Positive

Steadfast

Confident

Charismatic

Intermediate

Daring

Ambitious

Careless

Negative

Insensitive

Head-strong

Arrogant

Preferences

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Sexual orientation: 

FIGHTING

Crush: 

N/A

Current mate:

N/A

Likes

Strength, Wit, Admiration

Dislikes

^{Opposition, Curtness, Fragility}

Physical

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Build:

Slightly taller, robust.

Weight:

8.5 pounds

Height:

24.5 cm

Fur:

Medium length, smooth and glossy.

Tail:

Half tail- large chunk was torn off.

Breed(s):

Somali / Ocicat / mix

Extra

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Voice:

Azula- www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hoau5B…

Theme song:

Fears:

^{Weakness, centipedes}

Likes:

Combat, Herself, Strength, Respect

Dislikes:

Being shown-up, personal shortcomings, getting wet

Relationships

Family Tree:

^N/A

Mother:

Briarsplash- Deceased

Father:

Rowanheart- Deceased

Brother(s):

N/A

Sister(s):

N/A

History

All events occurring before TSS can be found here: Doestrike AC History

The time came for the clans to abandon their homes in search of new land- much to Doestrike's dismay. Leaving was the equivalent of giving up- and giving up was the equivalent of weakness. She didn't hide her discomfort- rather, she made it very clear exactly what she thought and exactly what types of dung the others' brains resembled. However, when it was firmly decided that no cat could stay, she quickly redirected her energy and efforts into mobilizing the other cats and preparing to leave. She was still rather commanding and haughty, make no mistake- but her interests lied solely in being fully prepared for the long trek ahead, and making sure everyone else was as well. But of course! What would the other clans think if Dimclan had arrived unprepared? They couldn't risk groveling at the other clans' paws! In her mind, Dimclan could spare no effort in demonstrating their fortitude- as much as she detested the idea of leaving.

As they traveled west, Doestrike continued urging the others to not lose heart and to keep up the pace- even going so far as to carry the burdens of cats who appeared to be falling behind. The journey thus far had been rather smooth- until a heavy storm managed to knock loose several large boulders from an over-looming cliff. The rocks crashed down with tremendous speed, giving the cats below hardly any time to react. An aged queen, weary from travel, struggled to move fast enough to avoid getting crushed- but without thinking, and solely driven by instinct, Doestrike charged forward and shoved her out of the way. The queen was bruised and battered, but alive nonetheless. Doestrike had narrowly avoided getting her own rib cage smashed into the earth- but she hadn't quite evaded the danger entirely. Her beautiful, long and glossy tail, of which she had held with the greatest of pride, had been crushed beneath a boulder more than seven tail-lengths across. It was all she could do to keep from wailing like a kit. Several futile attempts were made to push the boulder off of her, but it was far too large and far too heavy to ever conceivably move. Eventually, she was forced to make a choice- stay pinned under the massive stone for all eternity and be left behind by the clans, or tear what was left of her tail out and keep moving forward. It wouldn't make sense for her to continue blubbering like a delusional kit when she had been pushing the others so hard to keep moving, so she did the sensible thing. Her tail became a rather touchy subject- a permanent imperfection of which she could never repair.

_{More will be added soon as events occur .D.}