Post by εvanescent on May 4, 2009 15:59:27 GMT -5
Name: Cursedpaw
Age: 6-moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: LightningClan
Rank: Apprentice
Eye Color:
Description:
Age: 6-moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: LightningClan
Rank: Apprentice
Eye Color:
Description:
Click for picPersonality:
He is a tortoiseshell tabby. His eyes are a dark blue-violet. He is also very small for his age, and sleek. His fur is black, with smokey ginger patches. There are faint tabby markings, most visible on his forehead and legs. His tail has a black tip. His paws are a very light, tannish white. His claws are black.
He is a very fast learner and improviser. He often experiments with techniques he's already learned to make new ways. Lying comes easily to him, as he is very secretive and stealthy. He strives to get better at everything. He is very grudging with a vengeful personality. He is not one to forgive easily. He is very independent and more of a loner, confident that he can make do on his own. However, he is very bitter and conflicted. He has a deep seated grudge against StarClan, the warrior code, and even his dead family.History:
What cat would dub their kit as ‘Cursed?’ In truth, when he was born, no cat was pleased, especially not StarClan. His parents were both medicine cats from different clans. His mother was from LightningClan, and his father from FireClan. It had not been their choice to name him such a name…RP Example:
She felt a great gust of wind, and shut her eyes tightly. The warm air of the nursery faded, and became chilly and cold. The she-cat opened her eyes slightly, and found her at the bottom of a large valley. Cats lined the sides of the valley, their eyes glowing like moons. Their fur glittered with frost as they gazed down at her.
She could feel their disapproving stares burning into her pelt and cringed. She knew why they had called her here. Suddenly, one figure broke away from the rest of them, and padded slowly towards her, blue eyes cold with fury.
“You have broken the warrior code in the worst ways possible. When you became a medicine cat, you vowed to live a life without a mate, and never to have kits. Yet you snuck out of camp each night to meet him, another medicine cat.” The dead cat stopped in front of her, his voice steely. “Why?”
“I-I-“ the LightningClan medicine cat struggled for an answer. She didn’t know what to say. There was no excuse to breaking the warrior code to such a degree, to shatter it. She of all cats should’ve known.
“Exactly! You have no excuse. You knowingly went along, though you knew perfectly well it was wrong. A medicine cat is never supposed to mate. Your kit is destined to someday betray the code you live under, for he was born against it. The blood that flows through him is tainted forever. For that, he shall be cursed for eternity, and so his name will be Cursedkit.”
The guilty she-cat saw them fade from sight, and she let out a yowl as she felt the strong burst of wind again. Her kit would never be forgiven for her mistake. And she, nor his father, could do nothing about it. They were outcasts now, and Cursedkit—what choice did she have?—would be doomed. Doomed from the start.
So his mother was forced to name him. She and her mate, Cursedkit's father, were exiled by the clans and StarClan. The queens took care of Cursedkit, though they did so very reluctantly. In fact, no cat wanted anything to do with them. They did it only because of the warrior code, because they couldn't turn down a kit.
They constantly reminded him of his bloodline, beating it into his head, making sure he would never forget. He became bitter, not sure of who to blame; towards the clan, his parents, StarClan. To make up for it, he vowed that someday he would get his revenge, through however ways possible. He also wishes he could fit in, but fleetingly, for he knows it would never happen. Only to do his best, and hope maybe they'll forget he was an outcast, and respect him for his skill.
From the start, he was hated by them all, and was always left alone. Whenever he snuck out of camp, he was punished far more severely than other kits. When he was apprenticed, no cat had wanted to be his mentor. But the leader had to assign one, and so he did, much to the cat's displeasure.
"Do you know what it's like to be all alone?"
Mentor needed!!! Must be strict and harsh towards him!!
