Post by trissea on Jul 28, 2008 17:54:43 GMT -5
They call me: Scream, and if you don't know why, fight me in battle. If you call me by my old name, Kate, I'll kill you. Or worse.
I've walked the earth for: thirty seven moons, and the whole time I've cheated.
I'm cursed as : a she-cat, though wittier than most.
I allign: BloodClan, although I'm only in it for the perks.
Where I am: A kind of soldier, you could say.
What you see:
attractive; Awe is the first word that comes to mind. I'm not vain, but all the toms love me- I'm lean, small enough not to be forbidding, with short, soft fur, a small, well-shaped head, wide, short ears, and stony amber-brown eyes. My fur is mostly white- the back of my forelegs, my flanks, my back, and my hind legs are all brown, laced with a few dark stripes. E thick, dark stripe pulls back from each eye, like tears. My lips are thin and pink, framed by long white whiskers.
What you don't see: You'll never know exactly what I'm thinking- no-one ever has. I'm intelligent enough to know that BloodClan is what it is- a Clan of murder, deciet, and hatred- but I stay, because I have a job to do. I have a mission and I'm willing to kill to achieve it. I've never been soft on other cats, but for the occasional tom that strikes me as gentle. I'm not capable of love- I was, once, but life wears you down enough for you to realize that love is useless. Passion, though, is the essence of my being. In fact, I'm really only in BloodClan because of a tom- the object of my passion at the moment- you'll see about that later. I pose as sensitive- I'll pretend to be upset by anything and everything, because it gets me what I want. I wasn't always so manipulative- I used to be happy, but that was before I did what got me here. I may not be capable of love, but I happen to be the master of hatred. The object of my hatred will know about my feelings- I don't hold back, and say what I think when it benefits me.
Love me not: Jag [played by me as well]
The Past is behind me...but not far enough:
kithood;; I was an only kit, and my mother, Bonnie, lived with me as loners, happy enough with my father, Doone. He was called away on urgent business- we loners are connected in ways you Clancats would never know- and ended up leaving my mother. After about twelve moons she gave up and searched for another mate- one who would be able to support the both of us. I was given the name 'Kate', but I changed my name often- I hated it.
growing up; My mother found a tom who was willing to live with us, fight for us, feed us- his name was Wes, and he was a bad, rotten-hearted tom. He swaggered as if he was hurt- he never took care of us- and I asked my mother often to be rid of him, but she loved him so much. Sometimes I'd awake in my abandoned rabbit warren to hear the thundering of Wes' voice in the hollow above me, where the two of them slept- and some whimpers, and I knew he was hurting her, but I couldn't do anything about it. Often I'd cry myself to sleep. Around this time I ran into a handsome tabby tom when I was hunting- his name was Thom, and he was almost instantly starstruck. We got along well, and, I suppose I may have even loved him.
I'm all grown up; Wes got worse and worse as he aged, and my mother would shake the whole thing off. Eventually I got angry enough where I decided that if she wouldn't save herself, I'd save her. Thom ended up leaving me, which wasn't as bad as it sounds, and found another mate. One day, while my mother was out hunting, I snuck into the hollow and, like a shadow, killed him. I can still feel my teeth sink into his neck- his eyes glaze over in my dreams, and I hear his voice- "Daddy's little girl..." I was shaking as I left the hollow- I leaped into the river and cleaned myself of the older cat's blood. I knew I'd have to leave, because it wouldn't be long for me to be found as a murderer, and the loners would punish me. I found my mother and said goodbye- she watched me leave, calling, "Katie..what did you do? What did you do?"
Daddy's littler girl... I ran. I ran as far away as I could and hid- chased by a band of Loners that had taken Doone when I was so young, those that would punish the ones that had done wrong, and eventually, I found Thom again, with kits and a pretty she-cat by the name of Amber. We spoke briefly and he insisted on being with me when I found my mother, who was gravely ill- she called out for help, and then, the Band was there. We ran. Somehow, Thom was caught and killed, to punish me, I suppose. I still blame myself for his death, but I got away. Far away. I turned myself into a kittypet to escape my pending doom, and, as a soft, kind cat, I met Kale. He was a strong cat, often righting the wrongs of the kittypet neighborhood (which were few), and we became mates. I had to leave him- I was on the run, and, although I loved him, I couldn't bear his kits. I ran some more, until I met a straggling group of loners, far from their home- their leader, Jag, and his second in command, Samuel, then Chip, Lainie, who was pregnant, Boo, and of course, Cowboy. Cowboy intruiged me- he was a handsome, sarcastic tom with an air around him of self-confidence. We were captured by BloodClan- Me, Jag, Cowboy, and another tom, Hal, who was sent back to tell the others not to come to find us. Jag was taken farther than we were- he was needed for something- and Cowboy and I were kept in a small hollow gaurded by two burly toms, Matt and Damon. They were going to kill Cowboy- and I had become attatched, so I let him have me, as he'd wanted for so long. He was going to die anyway. What harm could it do? Somehow I knew I wouldn't carry his kits. But he didn't die. We were let free- and Damon almost caught us, but their second-in command, Juliet, killed him and let us go. Jag had apparently fallen for her, which was a shock to me, and I realised that it was Jag I needed, not Cowboy. The whole thing was a mess, but I'll stay here in BloodClan until I can get Jag from Juliet- and I'll do it, I will. I can, and I will.
Roleplay Ex: >.< Ahhhh...
Codeword: LEAFWHISPERINGSleafwhisperings...
I've walked the earth for: thirty seven moons, and the whole time I've cheated.
I'm cursed as : a she-cat, though wittier than most.
I allign: BloodClan, although I'm only in it for the perks.
Where I am: A kind of soldier, you could say.
What you see:
attractive; Awe is the first word that comes to mind. I'm not vain, but all the toms love me- I'm lean, small enough not to be forbidding, with short, soft fur, a small, well-shaped head, wide, short ears, and stony amber-brown eyes. My fur is mostly white- the back of my forelegs, my flanks, my back, and my hind legs are all brown, laced with a few dark stripes. E thick, dark stripe pulls back from each eye, like tears. My lips are thin and pink, framed by long white whiskers.
What you don't see: You'll never know exactly what I'm thinking- no-one ever has. I'm intelligent enough to know that BloodClan is what it is- a Clan of murder, deciet, and hatred- but I stay, because I have a job to do. I have a mission and I'm willing to kill to achieve it. I've never been soft on other cats, but for the occasional tom that strikes me as gentle. I'm not capable of love- I was, once, but life wears you down enough for you to realize that love is useless. Passion, though, is the essence of my being. In fact, I'm really only in BloodClan because of a tom- the object of my passion at the moment- you'll see about that later. I pose as sensitive- I'll pretend to be upset by anything and everything, because it gets me what I want. I wasn't always so manipulative- I used to be happy, but that was before I did what got me here. I may not be capable of love, but I happen to be the master of hatred. The object of my hatred will know about my feelings- I don't hold back, and say what I think when it benefits me.
Love me not: Jag [played by me as well]
The Past is behind me...but not far enough:
kithood;; I was an only kit, and my mother, Bonnie, lived with me as loners, happy enough with my father, Doone. He was called away on urgent business- we loners are connected in ways you Clancats would never know- and ended up leaving my mother. After about twelve moons she gave up and searched for another mate- one who would be able to support the both of us. I was given the name 'Kate', but I changed my name often- I hated it.
growing up; My mother found a tom who was willing to live with us, fight for us, feed us- his name was Wes, and he was a bad, rotten-hearted tom. He swaggered as if he was hurt- he never took care of us- and I asked my mother often to be rid of him, but she loved him so much. Sometimes I'd awake in my abandoned rabbit warren to hear the thundering of Wes' voice in the hollow above me, where the two of them slept- and some whimpers, and I knew he was hurting her, but I couldn't do anything about it. Often I'd cry myself to sleep. Around this time I ran into a handsome tabby tom when I was hunting- his name was Thom, and he was almost instantly starstruck. We got along well, and, I suppose I may have even loved him.
I'm all grown up; Wes got worse and worse as he aged, and my mother would shake the whole thing off. Eventually I got angry enough where I decided that if she wouldn't save herself, I'd save her. Thom ended up leaving me, which wasn't as bad as it sounds, and found another mate. One day, while my mother was out hunting, I snuck into the hollow and, like a shadow, killed him. I can still feel my teeth sink into his neck- his eyes glaze over in my dreams, and I hear his voice- "Daddy's little girl..." I was shaking as I left the hollow- I leaped into the river and cleaned myself of the older cat's blood. I knew I'd have to leave, because it wouldn't be long for me to be found as a murderer, and the loners would punish me. I found my mother and said goodbye- she watched me leave, calling, "Katie..what did you do? What did you do?"
Daddy's littler girl... I ran. I ran as far away as I could and hid- chased by a band of Loners that had taken Doone when I was so young, those that would punish the ones that had done wrong, and eventually, I found Thom again, with kits and a pretty she-cat by the name of Amber. We spoke briefly and he insisted on being with me when I found my mother, who was gravely ill- she called out for help, and then, the Band was there. We ran. Somehow, Thom was caught and killed, to punish me, I suppose. I still blame myself for his death, but I got away. Far away. I turned myself into a kittypet to escape my pending doom, and, as a soft, kind cat, I met Kale. He was a strong cat, often righting the wrongs of the kittypet neighborhood (which were few), and we became mates. I had to leave him- I was on the run, and, although I loved him, I couldn't bear his kits. I ran some more, until I met a straggling group of loners, far from their home- their leader, Jag, and his second in command, Samuel, then Chip, Lainie, who was pregnant, Boo, and of course, Cowboy. Cowboy intruiged me- he was a handsome, sarcastic tom with an air around him of self-confidence. We were captured by BloodClan- Me, Jag, Cowboy, and another tom, Hal, who was sent back to tell the others not to come to find us. Jag was taken farther than we were- he was needed for something- and Cowboy and I were kept in a small hollow gaurded by two burly toms, Matt and Damon. They were going to kill Cowboy- and I had become attatched, so I let him have me, as he'd wanted for so long. He was going to die anyway. What harm could it do? Somehow I knew I wouldn't carry his kits. But he didn't die. We were let free- and Damon almost caught us, but their second-in command, Juliet, killed him and let us go. Jag had apparently fallen for her, which was a shock to me, and I realised that it was Jag I needed, not Cowboy. The whole thing was a mess, but I'll stay here in BloodClan until I can get Jag from Juliet- and I'll do it, I will. I can, and I will.
Roleplay Ex: >.< Ahhhh...
Codeword: LEAFWHISPERINGSleafwhisperings...
Can you guess who they all are?
