Pebble

[Monarchy]

NAME: Pebble
GENDER: Female
AGE: 14 months
RESIDENCE: Wilderness

APPEARANCE:

PELT COLOR: diluted calico
MARKINGS: patches
PELT LENGTH: short
EYE COLOR: dark blue
BUILD: medium, stocky
OTHER: she inherits her coloring from her mother (calico) and her father (being diluted). she pelt blends easily into pretty much everything during the day, the sunlight just dappling off her pelt. at night, she's not so lucky. she sticks out like a sore thumb, looking like a ghost with no eyes. this is because her eyes are so dark, at night they reflect little to no light.

PERSONALITY:

She is rather kit-like, her personality not having changed all too much since she was little. Over time, she'll grow up and become a rather competant cat. At the current moment though, she is not that cat. She's quite loud and noisy, not exactly knowin when she should shut up about something. She's not the best secret keeper, though that's not entirely her fault. Once Pebble starts talking, it's hard for her to stop. She feels the compulsive need to continue speaking, even if nobody is listening to her. Also incredibly oblivious, she doesn't always realize when she's giving away information she shouldn't. She also doesn't always realize when she's being told sensitive information or what would be considered sensitive information. She doesn't mind it when someone tells her to be quiet and generally when it happens she'll simply flatten her ears sheepishly and apologize for going on what was most likely a tangent of some sorts. Pebble is also incredibly naive at the time, not having experienced anything to life changing. Nobody close to her has ever died before and nothing traumatic has happened to her as of yet. She'll get better as time goes on though, she simply has to experience more life until she becomes more of the well-rounded cats the older ones picture she can be.

Pebble also has some good traits to her, though sometimes it's hard to see. Many cats tend to just focus on the bad things in life and other cats, but Pebble isn't like that. She tries her best to see the good in people and be the best she can be-- personality-wise at least. She's happy-go-lucky and quite the optimist, always viewing the pond as full; she sees it that it's full of possibilities. It may only be half-full of water, but the other half is full of air; so in actuality, in her mindset, it's not empty at all. Her friends and family usually enjoy her sunny disposition, considering it's a nice turn about from half her family's worrying nature. Pebble is also rather open-minded, getting that particular trait from her father, Dust. She spent a lot of her kithood being watched by him for various rules she had broken, so she picked up a thing or two from him without even realizing it; her ideas on relations and tolerance being one of them. She feels comfortable around cats who aren't from her family clan, mostly from the teachings her father passed down to her to not judge any cat before she gets to know them. This leads her to give every cat at least one chance to get on her good side, and more often then not, more then one chance. She has the thought in her mind that every cat has some sort of good in them and that if given the chance, they can change their ways to ultimately be kind; leading her to be much too trusting of other cats. This hasn't led to anything bad as of yet, seeing as how Pebble has been sheltered from bad things most of her life, though if givent he right oppurtunity, could be disasterous.

Once she's older, her personality will undoubtedly change for the better. Though she'll more then likely stay a degree of oblivious for her entire life, she'll be much more aware of her surroundings and what she's saying. She'll know when she should shut up and what information she shouldn't give out to other cats, especially strangers. It'll take a while for her to get to this stage, considering she's already over a year old and still having to get scolded about it like a kit bothering their elders. Pebble will also grow to be more diplomatic as she gets older and able to smooth out conflict between cats. No matter how old she gets, she'll probably continue to have some issues with authority due to how strict her mentor was during her training. While as a kit, she felt the need to break the rules and explore to feed her curiosity; once she became an apprentice though, she broke the rules and disobeyed her mentor just because she was able to. Once she becomes the authoritive figure towards another, this will probably cool down a bit and her rebellious nature will tame down a bit and she'll listen when she's told to do something without it having to be directly aimed at her like it has to be now.

RELATIONSHIPS:

MOTHER: Lily(stem)
FATHER: Dust(fur)
BROTHERS: Soot(whisker), Cinder(patch)
CRUSH/MATE: Nope!

HISTORY:

Pebble lives a rather unconventional life compared to other cats that live in the area. While others live in family groups, Pebble lives in what you could call a clan. Multiple families that stick by each other in one area, living in the same "camp" and working together to survive. Each cat has their own job within the clan, most of them being hunters and fighters, while others are queens and caregivers. Her clan isn't the only one in the area, there's other ones that her own sometimes disagrees with, but they mostly live a solitary lifestyle (besides "Gatherings" every few months where they meet and greet). She loves her life, but has never really experienced anything else. She hasn't met many people outside of her little pack, only travelers that she was kept away from for the most part.

She had gotten a lot curiouser about the outside world in the past few months though, about the other cats away from her clan. Plenty of loners (as the clan calls them) and travelers come to her little area, sharing information in exchange for a safe place to sleep. Pebble has started to travel a little ways away from home lately, though never more than a full night away.

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Lily had never been happy with the life of a warrior. She was awful at many of the duties she was assigned, she'd even failed her final assessment twice before finally passing and receiving her warrior title. When her mate, Dust, suggested the possibility of kits, she jumped at the oppurtunity. She had always enjoyed helping the queens with their kittens and had dreamed of having a family of her own. Lily had been raised as the only one in her litter, with parents who didn't really care for each other. She watched the other kits in the nursery playing with their fathers and mothers, while all hers did was bicker with one another. Her only saving grace was having Dust around. He was five moons older then her and he treated her like a little sister. He was always there for her in a way her parents weren't and it was known at an early age that the two of them would grow up together to be mates. They were as close as could be during their kit-hood and throughout their apprenticeship they were always together, only straying from each other's sides to train seperately with their mentors. It had been around eight months after Lily was made a warrior that he brought up the idea of starting a family of their own.

She pondered the idea for a few months before deciding she was ready for a family. About a month after trying, they happily announced that she was pregnant, presumably with two to four kits. Another month and a half later she kitted, giving birth to two healthy tom cats. Soot, named for how his fur looked as though ash had been rubbed all over it, and Cinder, named for how his fur looked like cinder coals. The two of them grew up well, having their mother almost constantly fretting over them and doting on their every need and want. They were spoiled silly, and that's putting it lightly. Lily and Dust watched their two toms grow up, keeping a close eye on them throughout their apprenticeship. To Lily, it felt like a blink of an eye. One night she was watching them suckle as new born kits, the next she was wishing them good night as they stood vigil after finishing their training. After they became full grown cats, she took to hanging around the nursery whenever she could. She's watch the queens with their kits, and like before, she would help them out whenever she could; she's play with them, tell them stories, teach them games-- anything to keep them amused and out of their mother's fur.

It took her about four months before she decided she wanted more kits. She missed being in the nursery. She missed the sounds of newborn kits squeaking, she missed the feeling of having them close by or suckling, she missed watching them grow and become the cats they were destined to be. Lily finally asked up the courage to ask her mate if he'd want another litter of kits. He agreed with her decision and within a moon, Lily was pregnant with her second litter of kits. The pregnancy went on the same way as before, though this time she was allowed to enter the nursery as soon as she was certain thaat she was pregnant. Her pregnancy went about the same, though this time her belly swelled larger then before, bidding tidings of more then two kits. It was peaceful spring morning when Lily started kitting this time, unlike the middle of the night as it had been with Soot and Cinder. The kitting wasn't difficult in the least, having been even easier then it had been her first time around. Everyone expected Lily to have at least three healthy kits. Sadly, their expectations were not met. She did have three kits, but they were far from healthy. Two of them were stillborn, leaving only one small she cat in the queen's second litter.

Lily was absolutely devasted. She had been looking forward to having a large litter, at least three healthy kits. The other queens and apprentices had even made her a large nest in the back of the den, farthest away from the entrance for safety and comfort. Having only one kit live killed Lily inside. She cried silently for days, curled around her one little kit. She had named her Pebble. Lily thought that the small grey patches on her fur looked like the pebbles along the river, dappling her diluted calico pelt. Dust spent much of his time in or around the nursery with his mate, comforting her and telling her how beautiful their little girl looked. Thanks to the comfort of her mate and the promise of her new daughter, Lily accepted that her other two kits died while still in the womb. She focused all of her attention on Pebble, the she cat she knew would be her pride and joy once she got older. Pebble grew insanely quick and was near constantly eating as a baby. The medicine cat had been worried that she'd be sickly, having been small when she was born compared to her older brothers and the stillborns her mother had; the medicine cat was wrong though, and Pebble surpassed their expectations for how healthy and strong she was. Lily hoped that this early advancement meant great things for her little daughter, that she would excel in everything she tried.

Sadly, Lily was wrong in her assumption. Pebble didn't excel in the way that her mother hoped so. She was mischevious and rebellious, nearly always causing some sort of trouble here or there. She would annoy adults endlessly, sneak out of camp every chance she got, bother the elders until they felt like boxing her ears, and would even mess up the medicine cat's neatly sorted herbs. She was easily bored, constantly bored was more like it.

When Pebble was six months old, she was given a mentor all alone, no other kits were old enough. She stood up proudly in front of the leader and anxiously awaited to get told who her mentor was. She was hoping it would be someone fun. Someone who could handle the rambuctious kit, but also someone who didn't drone on and on about useless things she had no time for. Instead of the long list of names Pebble was hoping for, she got the clan's deputy, Blacknose, instead. Her father always commented about how close-minded the black and white tom was, he was also the one to give her to strictest punishments for breaking the rules if he caught her. Days of cleaning out the elder's den or confinement in the nursery without even being allowed to come out and sunbathe. Pebble was slightly irked by the choice of mentor, but she nodded and touched noses with him anyways, hoping that he wouldn't be as bad now that she wasn't considered a baby anymore.

Pebble was wrong, very very wrong. The two of them clashed constantly. Blacknose would scold her whenever she did something wrong or if she forgot something (which she did rather often). Where he was intelligent and strict, Pebble was oblivious and born to be a rule breaker. She'd disobey him on a daily term and would try to avoid him whenever she could. She hated training with him and had actually asked her father if it would be possible if he could speak to the leader and get her another mentor. He had laughed and told his daughter to stop being a drama queen, to just try to make it work. So, she tried and she tried. She'd sit through the lectures Blacknose gave her, if only so it meant she didn't have to sit through two more. Her favorite moments were the times when he was called away to do deputy-related things, and she was free to do as she pleased. Luckily for her, her training never lapsed backwards or halted in any way; her brothers would always take time out to help her train and make sure she was kept on schedule.

When she was about nine moons old, she was allowed to go to her first Gathering. (Which is where the general family groups met with one another, sharing news and information, misgivings and all the like.) She had been given lectures upon lectures of the proper protocol: what she should and shouldn't talk about, who she should and shouldn't speak to, who she should stay by, where she should sit-- and it just kept going on. She nodded and agreed, just wanting to get there as quickly as she could. When she first arrived, she walked in with her brothers by her side. Immediately she was swept away. Her clan had been the last clan to arrive and the sight of so many cats gathered in one place took her breath away. She was amazed as her eyes swept across all of the cats who were there, sitting side by side like friends and mingling about various things that interested them. When she turned to speak to her brother, he was gone. Confused, she had walked around for a few minutes trying to find him, before spotting him with a group of other warriors from their clan and a few that she presumed were from the other clans. She stood there for a second, wondering if she should go up and talk to him, before deciding to go find someone she could speak to. She turned away and bounded across the clearing, coming upon a group of cats she assumed were apprentices like she was. Pebble plopped herself down next to a tabby tom cat from the clan deeper in the woods, introduced herself, and began chatting away.

She was having a great time, talking like the wind and just rambling on and on. The other apprentices were amused by the calico and let her speak, happy that someone else was happy to speak so they didn't have to. Talking made her feel better, it made her feel more comfortable around everyone else. It wasn't long before she was complaining about her mentor and talking about the different things he had been doing the past few days. It wasn't until she was about to talk about a patrol she had recently been on, that Blacknose came over and called her name calmly. Pebble smiled and apologized to the other cats, happily stating that she'd be right back and it was only her mentor calling her for something that wasn't important, that he probably only wanted to remind her that she shouldn't talk when the leaders began to speak. She bounded over to the black and white tom, smiling and asking him what was wrong. That's when she got her ear swiped at and was told sternly that she was making a fool of herself and her clan. Blacknose told her to come with him, and they walked over to the edge of the clearing near where they had run in. He told her to stay put and not move until the Gathering was over, or else her punishment would be even worse then the one he had in mind already. She did as she was told, watching silently with her ears down as he went over to their clan's tree to sit on the roots as the Gathering began. She doesn't really remember what was spoken about, being too upset to even care. She hadn't done anything wrong! Why was she going to get punished?

It felt like forever for the Gathering to be done. She was anxious and upset, wondering what she had done to get Blacknose so mad at her. When it finished, Brackenstar called the rest of the WindClan cats to surround him. It was a minute or two before they left, so Pebblepaw stood up and went out to Blacknose huffily, about to demand an explanation. When she tried, he dismissed her with a flick of his tail and continued talking to Sunbelly, another warrior of WindClan. Pebble sighed and backed away slightly, waiting for Brackenstar to start running home. When he did, she sprinted after the rest of her clan, wanting to get home as fast as she could and curl up with her brothers for the night. When they were only a few moments from home and slowed to a fast walk, Blacknose fell back and stopped in front of Pebble. He nudged her away from the rest of the group and told her to sit down and listen. It was then that he started to scold and lecture her, telling her how she was an awful cat for talking so much to the other apprentices from other clans. He lamented about how he was glad he caught her when he did, for who knew how much she would've rambled off to the enemy. He told her how she was a disgrace for being so friendly towards another clan. She was given dawn patrols for a moon and elder duties for double that. She was also the receiver of many more lectures, and by Blacknose's suggestion to Brackenstar, not allowed to go to another Gathering until she was a warrior.

Thoroughly punished and upset, Pebble continued on with her apprentice duties, including the punishments she was given. She quieted down for a little while and tended to avoid her mentor even more then before. Whenever they would train together, she was purposely a pain in the flank to get him riled up. Her times training with Soot and Cinder were her favorite still and she couldn't wait until she was a warrior and able to join them on all their warrior duties. All she really wanted now was to be a warrior; apprenticeship had become boring and repetetive for her, and taking orders from other cats simply because they were warriors drove her mad. She made it through her last three moons as an apprentice grudgingly and was exceedingly happy when Blacknose told her it was time for her final assessment. By his expression and tone at the time, she couldn't tell if he was happy or disappointed. She was a pain in his tail and he probably couldn't wait for her to get out of his fur, but on the other paw she was disobedient and still troublesome and by his reasoning, she needed to be an apprentice longer to learn how to act properly; he told her this on their way out of camp, explaining to her how it hadn't really been his decision that she was ready, but on the suggestion of another warrior (who he didn't name) to Brackenstar that she had reached her twelfth moon and was ready. She had stuck her tongue out at him and flicked her tail under his nose, happy that the assessment was something Blacknose didn't want. It was then that she decided she'd blow him away and despite his misgivings toward her, he'd tell Brackenstar that he thought she was ready to gain her warrior name.

Her assessment went off pretty well, in her opinion at least. It had started off with Soot trying to tell her as much as he possibly could while she giggled at him, before Blacknose had tugged on her tail to leave. They'd walked for a little while out onto the moors while he spoke to her, before attacking her out of the blue. They fought for a few minutes, Pebble batting Blacknose as hard as she could whenever she got the chance. They were complete opposites in that regard-- Blacknose was only a bit bigger then her but he was wickedly fast, while Pebblepaw had about half his speed but her strength was hardly matched by anyone. She got a direct hit (claws sheathed) on his shoulder, making him fall over and roll. Once he was up on his paws again, he was gone, leaving her to the rest of her assessment. She smiled and stuck her tongue out again in the direction he had fled, knowing he was somewhere where he could plainly see her. She'd raced off (well, racing for Pebblepaw at least) farther into the hills, taking in the fresh air and smells that surrounded her. It wasn't long before she spotted a rabbit and slowly snuck up behind it. She was already tired, so conserving energy was her main asset at the time. Pebble got relatively close to it before she kicked off and sprinted, planting a well aimed blow with her paw at it. The rabbit was sent flying and didn't move, her paw having broken its neck on contact. It went along like that until the sun began to set, her assessment having taken a while longer then the other apprentices before her, considering how much slower she was compared to the majority of her clan.

When she came plodding back to camp she had three rabbits and very sore hind legs, but was thrilled and full of glee at the thought of how well she did. She had even seen Blacknose grudgingly smirk when she found him hiding in one of the rabbit sets she'd passed on her way home. She was welcomed into camp with yowling happiness. She had only to wait a little bit before the leader called the clan to gather around him, since she had gotten back only a little bit before the sun was completely down. When Brackenstar was happy with the amount of cats gathered before him, he called her up to him and asked her if she agreed to what he said; she replied with a little unorthodox answer (having happily announced yes instead of I do) and was given the name Pebblesong, StarClan honoring her enthusiasm and potential. Pebble smiled and licked her leader's shoulder, before looking upon her fellow clan members with sparkling eyes, watching them as they yowled out her name to the moon. Once the ceremony was finished, she said good night to her family, rubbing up against them and promising to share tongues in the morning before she fell asleep, then sat at the entrance for her silent night vigil.

Not much has changed since then. She still has to take orders from most other cats, but now she has the chance to tell apprentices what they should do. The only big thing that has happened since her warrior ceremony was that her mentor, Blacknose, passed. He had been patrolling the borders and on a run back to the camp to chase a wayward rabbit, the ground broke beneath him and landed him in an old and abandoned fox set. His neck broke and he died instantly. Pebble's brother, Cinderpatch, had been on the patrol with the deputy and had been the main one to dig him out of the den and drag him back to camp so he could be given a proper burial. Pebblesong was saddened by his death, despite never getting along with him much. He hadn't been the best mentor to her, but he had been her clan's deputy and though she didn't want to admit it, he had molded her personality more in an offbeat sort of way. She mourned with the rest of her clan the night of his death and even helped bury him with the elders the next day. She doesn't miss his rude remarks to her though, and though she feels like it's bad to speak ill of the dead, she's somewhat happy he's no longer parading around camp with a gruff look on his face.

[Silver ❤]

ACCEPTED !

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