Creakingtree


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Relations
Crush:

Friendships:

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Crush
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Skills/Faults
Skills

Despite being a Head Queen, her main skills lie in brute force and sharp hits, once a Sentinel but choosing to remain a Queen after witnessing harrowing events. And, naturally, has skills in kit-rearing.

Faults

Harsh with words, not a charismatic ability of hers in sight. Not the most agile, either.

Personality
Creakingtree governs the nursery with an iron fist, quick to tell off a rowdy kit, but just as quick to comfort them. It’s as though there were two clans in camp; Hanging Canopies, and the nursery, and she rules the nursery. She advocates for the well being of the kits and queens as though no others mattered. She is stern towards everyone, making crude, dark jokes to those that will listen, and quick to say ‘Hey. Give up, kid. It doesn’t matter.’ She has a fatalistic outlook on life, not caring what happens because, in the end, they’ll all return to the dirt. Her affection comes in the form of harsh advice and late night chats- But good luck getting them in earnest.

Detailed History
Sirenstar's Reign

Detailed Appearance
Creakingtree is a broad, stocky molly with a fair helping of meat on her bones. Her face is constantly set in a neutral expression, often looking bored. She has long fur, coloured in an alternating of whites and browns, although the brown tabby colouring is most dominant along her body. Her chest and paws are white, as is her chin, but the rest of her is a bright tabby brown, apart from her tail tip- also white. She has a ragged scar along her chest tucked in neatly to her left forepaw, in the shape of a dandelion ripped in two; and another causing a permanent upturn in her lip, exposing a sharp tooth.

Kin
Mother: Bareowl

Father: Screechingtoad

Mate: Eveningwing

Daughters: Fawnpaw

Sons: Nettlepaw, Gentlepaw

Backstory
She never had a memorable moment as a youngster, raised as the sole kit of Screechingtoad and Bareowl, and a lonely sentinel trainee. She had a happy life, teasing other clanmates and belittling them- But only one ever reciprocated in her cruel comments. Eveningwing. He grinned, said ‘maybe I am’, and shot one back. Thus, this depressive banter became common, until it turned into fleeting compliments, and a love only found in tales. They had kits together, three beautiful young ones, and everything was perfect. Everything, until the clans system failed her. Eveningwing and her protected her younglings as best as they could, but soon he fell. And so did they. And the healers, as cruel as they were- Left her alive. Solely her. And never again will she allow such a tragedy to happen again. Not on her watch.

Trivia

 * She is heterosexual, and goes by she/her pronouns.

Quotes
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Theme

 * Stars - Grace Potter & The Nocturnals

Voice Claim

 * Joan Jett

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