Post by Blackwind on Oct 19, 2007 2:39:19 GMT -5
- Name:Monarchwing
- Gender:Female
- Rank:Queen
- Clan:Thunderclan
- Appearance:(paraprapgh -5sentances-)She has short black fur that is sleek and shiny. She has sparkling yellow eyes that look green or blue in some light, and at sunset, they even look red. She has a white ring around the tip of her tail. Her left forepaw and right hind paw are both white. She has a small scar on her torso...
- Personality:(atleast over 8 sentances) She is always ready to fight. She is a bit standoffish, and she doesn't like to be noticed. She always acts happy, or bored, when really, every day she is hurting. She says she doesn't want to bring others down with a bad mood, when all she really does every day is wait and hope.
- Heritage: (halfclan, rogueborn,kittypet born, clanborn (in your clan now) )Rogueborn
- Custom or cannon:Custom
- Did you read the rules?:Blindkits Can Kick Butt
- Name:Cherrykit
- Gender:Male
- Rank:Kit
- Clan:Thunderclan
- Appearance:(paraprapgh -5sentances-)He has russet brown fur with black splotches throughout it. All four of his paws are white. He has soft blue eyes that shine. His fur is soft and puffy. Under all of his fur, he is very thin, and he doesn't appear like either his mother or father.
- Personality:(atleast over 8 sentances)Cherrykit is a typical kit, all he wants to do is run and play. His main concerns are his mother, eating, sleeping, and playing. Sometimes, Cherrykit seems isolated from the other kits, and sometimes he is depressed, even though he is just a kit. He cares about his mother more than any other cat, and always wants to be around her.
- Heritage: (halfclan, rogueborn,kittypet born, clanborn (in your clan now) )Rogueborn
- Custom or cannon:Custom
- Did you read the rules?:Blindkits can kick butt
- Name:Decemie
- Gender:Male
- Rank:None
- Clan:Loner/Rouge
- Appearance:(paraprapgh -5sentances-)He has perfectly white fur with no blemishes or anything else. He has yellow eyes that glow with coldness. He has a large scar on his right flank.
- Personality:(atleast over 8 sentances)He is cold-hearted, or so it seems. He seems to have an affection with monarch butterflies. He seems to regret something terribly, and he doesn't know how to deal with it. Decemie is always completely alone. He is a traveler. He never travels with other cats, but he used to...
- Heritage: (halfclan, rogueborn,kittypet born, clanborn (in your clan now) )Rougebourn
- Custom or cannon:Custom
- Did you read the rules?:Blindkits can kick butt
This is the story-ish thing behind these three characters, and it's kind of long...
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She lay in the sun on her back, basking in its light when a white tom came from nowhere, blocking her sunlight. She jumped to her feet in surprise, ready to attack. Her eyes softened suddenly. She dropped her guard. "oh... it's you..." she mewed shyly.
The tom purred comfortingly. "Yes, it's me." He looked down to Monarch's belly. "How many kits do you think it will be?"
Monarch nuzzled Decemie's neck. "I don't know. We'll just have to wait and see." she purred.
"It's just so hard to wait."
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The rain was pouring so hard, and she was chilled to the bone. Where is Decemie? ...I think the kits are coming... I can't go much further... Monarch had to lay on the ground as a great pain shot through her. She crawled into what seemed to be an abandoned set and lay down.
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Three beautiful kits. If only Decemie were here to see them... Monarch thought wistfully. She nuzzled each kit to keep them warm. Suddenly, the last thing she ever expected happened. A badger lumbered into the badger set! Monarch's fur stood on edge, and the only thing she could think was Protect the kits! Protect the kits! Someone help!!! She flung herself at the badger, claws unsheathed, and clung to its side. She dug her teeth into it as hard as she could. I don't know how to fight... Where's Decemie??!! Decemie, HELP!! The badger flung her to the side. She was so weak, she had just given birth, but she was determined to protect the kits. The badger ran to the side of the set where the kits were.
Monarch knew this was her only chance. All three kits mewled in confusion. Their unopened eyes couldn't see the horror in front of them, Monarch was almost glad. She realized the most horrible thing any mother could ever realize. I can only save one. She dashed past the badger. It clawed at her torso, creating a deep wound. Monarch yowled. She tried to ignore the pain as she grabbed a russet-furred kit and dashed out of the kit. She heard the mews of dying kits as she rushed away. The guilt and pain gripped her heart like the talons of an eagle... Why me?
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"Monarch?!?! Monarch, where are you?!?" Decemie cried out. The rain had him soaked to the bone. Suddenly, a familiar scent. he dashed as fast as he could to follow the scent. He passed a badger set, he knew there was a badger inside, and ran faster, far away. There was a fear scent mingled with Monarch's scent. What happened??! Finally, he came to Monarch. She had one russet-furred kit in her mouth, and the two were covered in blood. The kit mewled and wriggled restlessly, Monarch looked s o weak and frail. She set the kit down. "...Decemie..." She purred weakly. She fell weakly to the ground, and lay by his side, still protecting the kit.
"Monarch, what happened?!?!" Decemie nuzzled her fur, and picked up the kit.
"...Badger... Three kits..."
"There were three? Oh no, What happened?!?" Decemie's eyes widened.
"I was in a badger set... A badger attacked us..." Monarch's eyes were filled with pain. "I...could only save one..."
"That gash in your side, is that from the badger?"
Monarch nodded weakly.
"...Can you stand, we have to go somewhere where you and the kit can rest and be safe."
Decemie and Monarch searched for what seemed like moons, and they stumbled upon a clearing where there were many cats. Decemie dashed into the clearing "Help us!!"
A bunch of cats dashed out to meet them. Yowls "Who are you?" "What are you doing in our camp?" arose from the crowd.
Suddenly, a cat who seemed regal and strong, as if the leader of all these cats pushed through the crowd. "Oh dear... You're hurt badly!" She mewed at Monarch.
Decemie seemed panicked. "Please, help us!!"
The "leader" gave Decemie a reassuring look "We will take care of you."
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The group of cats (clan) took care of Monarch's wounds, and helped keep the kit nice and warm for the next few moonrises. When Monarch's wounds were healed, and the kit's eyes were opened, the two parents decided it was time to leave.
"...You don't want to stay and join the clan?"
Monarch didn't know how to say no, but she didn't want to be in any sort of clan.... She knew full and well she would probably come crawling back in the future, but it wasn't going to be today.
Finally, Decemie spoke up. "I apologize, but I don't think we can."
Monarch looked down at the kit. "...Maybe we should leave our kit here with them... They will take good care of him..."
"How do you know?!" Decemie seemed angry.
"I know things like this." Monarch mewed angrily.
"Well, then why don't you and your stupid kit stay here with them, and I'll go away." Decemie paused, and realized what he had just done. He opened his mouth for another statement, but he realized that Monarch had already turned away. Her body was trembling with anger, and she still seemed a little weak.
She turned around and yowled at Decemie. "I go through all of this trouble for you, and you try to turn your back on me?!?!?" Monarch was almost too weak to do anything like this... "I love you, Decemie, and you're trying to walk away?!?" her tone became softer.
Decemie was silent.
"...I'm staying with this clan, no matter what you decide to do." Monarch didn't know when she changed her mind, but somewhere along the way, she did.
Decemie, a cold look in his eyes, and a cold tone in his voice, turned tail away from the clearing. "Goodbye, Monarch." And with that, he was gone.
Monarch felt as if her heart was shattering. She dashed from the clearing. "Decemie, please!" She jumped into the air and tackled him. Softly, she mewed, "Don't go... Please?"
Decemie jumped up from under Monarch. "Get off of me!" he didn't know why he was doing this... But all he knew was that he didn't like the cats in that clan for whatever strange reason.
"...You'll be back someday, and you know it." Monarch cried out as Decemie sauntered away into the forest. For the first time in the last few moonrises, she actually felt the pouring rain. Every drop was like thousands of badger teeth wrenching into her fur. She didn't know how she could stand life without Decemie... But she knew that one day, he'd come back. I know things like this.
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