T I M B E R H E A R T

let's - take - it - right - back - to - where - we - used - to - go

BUT WE NEVER LOOK BACK

My mother, STONEPELT, and father, FROSTSTEP named me TIMBERHEART.
I was born 23 moons ago.
I belong to THUNDERCLAN.
I have no sisters.
I have 1 brother, named OAKTAIL.
I am a FEMALE who finds MALES very attractive.

no - we - only - look - forward - to - other - pain

AND VIOLENCE TURNED TO BLAME

&&appearance -

Timberheart is not a small she-cat, but she is not a large one either. She lies on the lower end of average, towering over some but being looked down upon by most. Her tail is long and slim to give her the balance she needs. Her paws are tiny, giving her a quiet and calculated step. Her legs are thin, but muscular. Her short fur allows for everyone to see the muscles that bulge underneath her skin. Her actual body is a bit fatty, making her look healthy. She has muscle as well, but she certainly is not a feather light she-cat. She isn't the size of a ton of brick either. Her face is angular and sharp with average sized ears to finish up the look.

She is a light brown tabby with two exceptions. Her chest, front of her neck, and mouth are white. Her paws follow suit. The black marking on her fur disguise her well in the forest of Thunderclan, as well as in the tall grass of Windclan. In the snow, if she stands still, you might confuse her for brambles. If you were a mouse not paying attention, that is. The tip of her tail is almost completely black, but if you look close enough you can see the small strips of light brown base coloring.

with - the - feel - that - we - were - born - to - a - fault

ONLY TO BE HELD TALL BY THE WRITING ON THE WALL

&&persona -

First and foremost, Timberheart is not elegant, in any way. Being raised around three brothers, you can imagine that she is a tom boy if there ever was one. She is not eloquent either. In fact, she doesn't have any sort of manners. She does what she wants, says what she wants, and could not care less about what others think of it. If she wants to play in mud in front of all the clan leaders, by god she'll do it! She doesn't care who's around, or who's watching. She isn't the least bit fazed by authority. This way of life has made her very blunt and very truthful. She doesn't care who you are, she'll tell you exactly what she thinks. Let's just say being "politically correct" isn't on her list of priorities. At all. Anywhere. It's nonexistent. She doesn't even have that word in her vocabulary.

She is a she-cat to follow her heart for every decision. She doesn't waste time thinking abut things. She goes with her gut reaction, and would rather not have time to think about things. Because when she thinks, she second guesses herself, and when she second guesses herself, she ends being wrong. So it's best just to go with her initial reaction and hope for the best. Now just because she's impulsive and truthful, doesn't mean she's judgmental. In fact, she's quite the open-hearted gal. She doesn't judge on rumors or whispers. She'll size you up from the first time she sees you, assess you from there, and then move on with her life. It's not her business to try to give advice to the lost or scold the wayward. Rather, she's one to accept every way of life and personality, telling herself that not everyone will be like her.

She's a very good listener, on that note. And a very good secret keeper. Seeing as she doesn't really participate in the normal female gossiping (because she's probably out training somewhere), and she doesn't really have any friends due to her antisocialness (which we will discuss later) so basically, she doesn't have anyone to tell a secret too. She's likes to avoid serious conversations, and would rather just participate in small talk. She loathes being serious, which is why most of the time she's just blunt in her head. If you ask her opinion, be prepared to get it, but more often than not she likes to keep her thoughts in her head. Not that she's scared of what you'll think, it's just that she'd rather talk about the weather. So much interesting.

Timberheart in a she-cat that would rather be in her own head than talking with someone else. She doesn't avoid cats, but she certainly isn't a bubbly, social butterfly. She does like to have fun, just she'd rather have it by herself. She isn't necessarily awkward in conversations, she just might stare at you for a while before responding to whatever question you asked, debating whether or not she actually wants to answer. But you never know what's going to come out of her mouth.

Being as impulsive as she is, it would be a miracle if she didn't have a temper. But, there's no Starclan, so why would there be a miracle? Because she does. She is quick to get angry, but only over big things. Most little things she can let go and breathe through it, but you can bet she's clawing your eyes in her mind. But Starclan help you if you lie to or betray her because you'll be lucky to survive the night. When she gets mad, she goes into a blind rage and just tears anything and everything in path. She will hunt you down and won't stop until she feels satisfied you have paid for your betrayal. The thing is, most of the time she feels guilty afterwards. And she remembers everything. Every word she uttered, every claw she raised, every blow she made it. But within in a day or two, the guilt is gone. Because she knows life's too short to live in the past.

let's - take - it - right - back - to - where - it - all - began

BUT WE NEVER LOOK BACK

&&history -

Timber was born to a family that had already begun. Her litter mate, Oaktail, was her only true sibling. Her mother had had another litter to another tom 12 moons prior. Timber was never close to her other siblings, and never had the desire to be. Her father, a sick and dying tom, wanted a family as his last wish. So Timber's mother, Stonepelt, abode by her true love's wish. Stone raised her children to love their father, though he died of a nasty wound infection when they were only five moons old. Timber barely remembers her father, but the memories she does have are sweet. She was always a tom boy from the moment she opened her eyes. She was always breaking the rules and pulling her mother's fur out by the pawfuls. Oaktail was dragged along, but he never had the heart for adventure. Timberheart loved adventure, and loved romance, stories, and daydreaming. She was always absent from the conversation, off fighting evil Shadowclanners for her true love in her mind.

When she began training, Oaktail almost immediately went off his own direction. Being one to follow her heart, she was always giving her mentor, Jayfoot, hell. Jayfoot was the type of cat to follow the rules, and always abide by the code. He was one that was a thinker and never listened to his heart. He didn't understand Timber, and Timber could never figure out why. She just wanted to climb the trees to tallest branches and run the lengths of the territory until all was explored. She just wanted to learn how to fight and hunt and then continue on her own adventures. She didn't want to be bothered with the rules or the customs. And she wasn't about to appease anyone either. She never was one for manners.

Timber came back from training one day to find her mother's body mutilated and mangled in the middle of camp. Of course, she had been cleaned up, but the wounds were gaping wide. She had been attacked by a badger while out hunting for the clan. Sorrow filled Timber's mind for weeks after her mother's death. Oaktail was vengeful, and went out on the patrols to kill the badger, which were eventually successful. He became a warrior for his bravery, and Timber stayed behind due to her lack of motivation for training. Then Jayfoot came and talked to her, told her that life was full of death and goodbyes and that they had to live through it. He told her that her mother would have wanted her to continue training hard, would have wanted her to become a warrior. Deciding that her mentor was actually right for once, she was a warrior within the next moon.

Timber lost connection to all her living family. She doesn't talk to them, and they don't talk to her. And she had no problem with that. She enjoys climbing the trees to the sky and dreaming about flying.

we - only - look - forward - to - all - the - shame

AND WASTE OF WHAT WE GAIN

My apologies for the delay, accepted.