Post by faith on Nov 27, 2007 17:00:09 GMT -5
Name:
Dyingbreath
Rank And Clan:
Queen of Shadowclan
Age:
13moons
Gender:
She-cat
Peltage:
Dyingbreath is a small and slim built she-cat with a somewhat short tail. Despite her size though she is very strong and has steel like mussels. Her limbs are small like the rest of her body but they are tough with mussels and any fat that may be on her body is barely worth motioning except for where her face is well rounded but not plumply so. Of course right now her belly is just as round as her face if not more so.
Her pelt is almost unbelievably fiery red fur. It is patterned in a tabby striped fashion and has stripes that look almost like streaks of blood down her pelt. It is almost poetic to describe her fur fully but it's shine and silkiness don't make up for her problem. But of that I shall tell later.
Her eyes are a bright green full of life and a strong spirit. There is no other color in her pure green eyes though the shade of her eyes are darker or lighter in some places then in the majority of it. The expression in those eyes are usually of distrust and caution.
Dyingbreath's scent is that of crushed juniper berries and of something that reminds every one of their lost loves or dead kin. Her claws are strangely almost water clear and the swiftness with which she uses them is almost extraordinarily lightning quick, almost. Her problem is that she is deaf.
History:
Kithood-
When Dyingkit was born her mother rejected her because she was the runt and without her mother's warmth she soon became sick. The sickness raged through her body for a long week and it soon took it's toll on her ears causing her to loose her hearing. Everyone knew how little a chance of surviving she had and named her Dyingkit. Somehow with the help of one of the other queens Dyingkit lived through her kit hood and to every one's astonishment she became an apprentice.
Apprenticeship-
Dyingpaw was always kept on her toes as she watched for anydangers, felt the vibrations of the ground for more and to be safe scented the wind anytime she could. She progress surprisingly quickly for one who was deaf and kept up easily with her peers. Learning by watching carefully and paying attention to who each move they made vibrated the ground. Her mentor ften snuck up on her to keep her on her whits and to be sure she wouldn't be cuaght by surprise becuase somebody snuck up without her hearing them.
Miraculously she learned to form the vibrations in her throats to make words others could understand by laying her head against her mentor's chest and feeling the vibrations and repeating them until she got a word right and soon she could speak, though she still couldn't hear her own words.
One afternoon nearly 3 moons ago she forgot to pay attention to the things around her as she watched a beautiful suset and that is when a loner spotted her and all of her glistening beauty. he had snuck up shamelessly on her and ignored her cries as he force mated her. it was the longest time of her life and has shaken her deeply. She has never let herself slip again and soon she became a warrior with the rest of her peers.
Warriorhood-
Dyingbreath was already obviously pregnant when she became a warrior and now she is ready to give birth. (All that needs happen is for her labor to start really)
Personality:
Dyingbreath is sweet and calm but trusts few and is very quick to take judgment to those that act in fast or threatening ways, even when they are just being playful or flirting. She is very protective and many think she is going to be a great mother. She really can't be blamed for how she acts around others though. After all the kit's' father was a rouge who force mated her.
Her personality has been sharpened to more cautious by her pregnant state. And her being deaf has only made her need to be that protective of herself and those she believes in. But sometimes You'll see how she used to be before being force mated. These are some of the ways she was.
Normally-
Dyingbreath was often the friendly shoulder someone can cry on. She loved to talk with others and was very Empathetic for those who needed it. She didn't let her own problems mess with her attitude and hurt the feelings of others or to make them feel guilty for her. She tries to protect others from hurt that she knows all to well.
When Angered-
Her tongue and claws are sharp and she doesn't let down.She fights until she can't fight anymore or until she has won. She will fight with tongue as much as teeth and claws and she does it to protect others. This is when she is at her most vicious fighting is when it affects her personally.
When Sad-
She shies away from others and tries not to let them see her sorrow so as not to rub it off onto them. She thinks to herself and might not hear you as much as just not wanting to reply.
IC:
From Warrior Within
Ice yawned and crawled out of the warrior's den, seemingly the first up as he was used to getting up a few hours before the sun rose as was the customs of the loners as he had grown up as. Now it seemed he wouldn't need to wake as the moon died so that he could just survive. It would be nice to have that extra bit of sleep every day and he decided with that thought that this place might be for him, though wether he really should stay was not close enough to being decided.
Licking his chops lightly he crawled forward with his front paws and streched his back downward, his belly skiming the ground, then he crawled his back legs back up and arched his back fluffying out his fur then shaking it out lightly, a little moss flying from it.
Another good thing about the clans, they had soft nests to rest in and the dens were warm from the crowded conditions and yet not too hot just snug. If he stayed he would never again have to sleep on hard pebbles the cold threatening to creep into him and clutch his heart in it's icy grip and sqeeze the life out of him leaving his spirit to huant the forests with no where else to go.
'If I stay and join the ranks of Riverclan, then when I de I will have a place to go,'he thought looking up at the stars that were now starting to fade a tiny bit as false dawn set in,'If i stay i'll have Starclan as a home when I die.' A tiny doubt snuck into his heart though, what if no one would accept him here? What if he never found anyone he wanted to be with? here he had no anchor and as a loner he had his own wings to go where he wanted.
"What am i supposed to do though?" he asked himself alowed, though quietly as to not wake anyone else up. His heart was torn for the first time in his life. He had always used to know he belonged in the wild as a loner, and though he'd never go soft and join the two-legs as a kitty-pet, he was no longer certian he wanted to be alone after what kindness the others had shown him thus far. A single stressed and confused tear ran down his cheek leaving a wet path down his cheek.
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