Warbler

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**Warbler** is a thick, bushy furred dark-grey molly with yellow eyes and canines that poke out from under her top lip.

## Historical Information

### Date Accepted:

6/3/23

**Warbler** was born to Black Bird and Cardinal, a kittypet and a former clan cat as a loner. Due to the strained relationship caused by clan ideals, Warbler was drawn to abandon her family, and Cardinal allowed her to do so. While out on her own, she's met a young cat named Flea, and taken him under her wing in a sense.

## Relations

Crush: TBD

Friendships: Flea

Enemies: The Clan of Sunlit Prairies

## Interests

*Likes*

Climbing trees, biting on stuff, sharpening her claws, spying, following orders.

*Dislikes*

Clan cats, being underestimated, swimming, majority of physical fights, warmth.

## Skills/Faults

*Skills*

It is not a mystery that she is manipulative, but Warbler is recognizable for other stuff, too–her teeth and claw. Her canines are longer than normal, with her fangs sticking out. As a kid, she would teeth a lot, and this continued on to her adulthood, biting everything she could get her paw on–living or not living. She is very proud of them, and her claws, that she keep sharp and clean. This become in handy with battle, kill bites easier to pull off with less strength needed–good for Warbler, who was never the stiffest tool in the shed. Piercing deep into the thick pelt of prey and holding on until the deed is down, and she is left feeling fulfilled.

*Faults*

Yes, lots of planning goes into what Warbler does, but that does not mean things turn out. Sometimes some thing occurs that she did not expect, and this when her impulsiveness is shown, desperate in succeeding and risking her cover to invoke fear and dominance onto who ever is the focus of her informative seek out. If this still does not help–which it does not, some of the time–Warbler is shocked and freezes up, feeling that she failed in every thing she had worked to in her life, driving her into a depressive state fast.

## Personality

A cat who strives to cause chaos and turmoil among the established society of clans, Warbler tiptoes around the dignity of others with claws unsheathed, waiting for the chance to pounce. She is a silent nightmare, months of thought behind each and every decision she makes–stolen prey, sudden injuries; and the little things, such as the simplest of rumours–all part of her effort to garner fear toward herself. This is a sport. There is nothing behind her hatred–no deep, impactful backstory; no cat who has wronged her. In Warblers story, other cats are prey, and she is the predator–their nose twitches, they sit on the hinds with their legs tucked up to the sky, perked up and attentive. Not enough for her, lurking through the foliage with wide, focused eyes, their scent filling her maw and bringing a smile as she approaches–one second, two second pass, and soon that will be all that is left. If they are lucky, they will be remembered; she doubts it.

Warbler is an intelligently complex molly who, had she been raised in a way that steered closer to her mothers teaching, may have turned out to be a respectable member of society. Things are not black and white, though–she would always hold this negatively, and it would always come out, whether it be in a day, 3 weeks, or 12 moons. Violent outbursts were the norm in the earlier upbringing, manifesting through not-so empty threats and whispered words of contempt. She did not dare to lay a paw on some one, but the scenery was different. Trees do not feel–if its purpose of bringing life, beauty, and home was ignored, it was free game. It gave her power, and so, Warbler would find herself late at night, frustrated marking up the bark and ripping up the leaves until her pads bled and stung–and that sting would remind her of what was most fun. She would continue, because it made her feel that she was playing a part in world.

It is a double-edged sword. While all is true, she is manipulative and multi-faceted. Warbler can play as the innocent, naive cat, or the experienced, flirt cat, if it means that she will fool some one. In actuality, she is an aloof, blunt, sarcastic, and lacks interest in lots of what is happening around her. She does not display most forms of physical expression, and fronts a monotone molly–using a blink of her eyes, hiss, or smirk to express herself, but not much beyond that. Her charm and charisma can sometimes be used to her advantage, as she can be so convincing that cats are willing to overlook her more negative qualities. Warbler is talked down on for her cunning and her ability to outsmart. Overall, she is a dirty Russian criminal.

## Detailed Appearance

Warbler is a long-furred, grey cat, with yellow eyes. Her muzzle is lighter, as well as around her eyes, higher head, and along the length of her body, while the darker is in a similar manner. She has a darker spot on the blaze of her nose. Warbler has prominent fangs that poke out, and sharp claws that are often sheathed out for show. She does not care much for maintaining looks, consumed in her tasks, so her fur may become matted and dirty, a pain she cannot find herself to pay much attention to. Warbler slips easily through cracks in the earth because of her smaller, slimmer frame, a result of wasted prey and opportunities for proper exercise.

## Kin

Mother: Black Bird

Father: Cardinal

## Backstory

Warbler was born under a Russian name to a Russian father, Cardinal, and a English mother, Black Bird. Their relationship was strained, and their differing views of the Clan cats were the snapping point.

Black Bird, a kittypet, found their lifestyle lovely, hence the change of name, and often brought Warbler past her fence to watch as they conducted safe practices such as border marking. Cardinal, an ex-warrior, knew them for what they really were, and brought Warbler to see the darkest sides such as border battle. It was their own, familial battle between the two, trying to get Warbler to pick one to stay with–and she certainly picked. It disgusted a young Warbler that her mother would amuse the idea of her kit stripping itself of its culture and identity to join the likes of the Clans, who had more irredeemable qualities than redeemable from what she had seen.

This broke Black Bird, and made Cardinal, and one night, Warbler decided she had enough of this foolish back-and-forth, stalking out of the safety of her den. It was her belief that her disappearance would be thought of for years. But.

Had she faltered for just a moment, she would have seen the glint of her fathers half-opened eye, or the twitch of his lips as he watched Warbler walk herself into a life of deceit and misery, under the guise of a cat which she could trust and only wanted the best. For he was not a good man, and that would forever be lost on Warbler.

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