Post by .<>Azure<>Rain<>. on Dec 28, 2007 19:04:26 GMT -5
Hailed by Celestialstar as;; Twilighttear
With my sisters as a;; She-cat [[Femme]]
Writing my story for;; 15 moons
My loyalty is to;; RainClan
Known only as an honored;; Warrior
For a fleeting moment;; A colossal and almost pure ebony femme with jade orbs.
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They’ve looked at me, and called me a rogue;;
See Me For What I Am.
Twlighttear is an simply a daunting and intimidating feline. The shapes of her facial assets are in a narrowed configuration, and her body is immense like a tom’s. At a first glance she seems like a rogue; the way she carries her frame in a deceitful stalk. Even at second glance, one wouldn’t be sure if she was a dedicated RainClan feline, or a sinister scoundrel. But though this she-cat’s appearance does fit her personality well, she’s out to prove that not everything about semblance can prove character.
The femme’s fur is a simplistic, pure ebony color. It’s as dark as the deep color gets, with only a single blemish of another color to intrude on it; a small patch of ivory below the jaw, above the torso. Her fur is in medium length, not quite long enough to be counted as extensive, but not in a scant length either. The hairs in her pelt grow close together however, so the frosty chills are kept out satisfactorily. Twilighttear’s frame size itself is vast like a tom’s. Not a single slab of fleshy fat is on her figure, for it’s all hard muscle. But when the she-cat is alarmed, and her fur fluffs out, she can appear to be monster-sized. Her limbs and paws are in proportion to her body, giving a hard blow, should she strike anything.
The femme’s eyes are a customary color for black cats; a deep jade. Their overall shape is slanted, making it appear like she’s always got a crooked look in them. She has many whiskers set upon her maw, more than the average count. She has extremely sensitive ears, although they aren’t overly ample in size.
But let them believe the folly they wish;;
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They’ve viewed at my behavior, and called me ridiculous;;
Twilighttear is perhaps the most complicated and multifarious feline one would ever encounter. Once you think you’ve gotten her figured out, she’ll turn on every side and do the exact diametric of the foreseen. Sometimes it’s her disposition that alternates in a matter of seconds; sometimes it’s her conviction of topics. She can’t really be labeled as anything, for one moment she may seem the most trustworthy cat in the clan, whereas the next, she’s sending sparks flying.
However, though she may seem dark-hearted, her actions never reflect that. Deep inside she knows she would never betray her clan, but she delights in mystifying others, and toying with them. She likes feeling in domination of herself, without any other feline jumping in to modify that.
Twilighttear chooses to indicate emotions with her body language, rather than to verbalize it. She despises felines who never desist talking, or others who search for small talk to avoid the truth. Most of the time she’s point-blank about matters, but a fraction of the time, when she’s feeling devious, she’ll turn it all into an enigma. One must learn when to take her dialogue seriously, and when to dismiss it as a jape. She can be impossible to be perceived distinctly, so she makes other felines truly meditate about her words.
Instead of being consumed by depression from her past, Twilighttear has dismissed it all. Of course there’s always a fleeting thought here and there about it, but unlike most, she doesn’t really cogitate about her memoir perpetually. The femme exists for the present and testifies against vexation. The fae doesn’t appreciate felines, who have also had a hard lesson in life, that go around moping all their days. She feels that because she was able to rid herself of the anguish from past events, that any cat can too. She doesn’t extend assistance for any clan member, but does give tough love.
The femme does believe in StarClan, and tries to follow the better ways. And though sometimes she can be led astray, Twilighttear always manages to get back on track, and live life the way StarClan intended it.
But they can’t clearly see my heart;;
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They’ve heard my story;;
Twilight was born in a dispute for survival, for nothing was complacent in her life from the very inception. Her mother was an escaped gladiator from a small group of savage cats, which called themselves the Caliginous Bloodship. They were simply a diminutive group of felines that roamed wherever they pleased, and killed what they pleased. The group had only three toms in it; the rest were she-cats that they force bred whenever they liked.
Twilight’s mother, Asheeba, had made a frantic departure one night, only days before her kittens were due. She lived off the land, hunting for her own meals, but always on the move, in an excursion to get away from the Caliginous Bloodship.
For a few days, things looked favorable. Asheeba birthed Twilight, and a smaller brother, whom she named Indigo. However, it was almost unattainable for the female to carry both of her kittens, as she began to enter into a new terrain. Asheeba had no idea she had stumbled into Clan lands; but it was just as well. The winter weather had begun to sicken both of the kittens.... they both were fighting serious cases of Greencough, though Asheeba didn’t apprehend this.
So Asheeba continued through, when a patrol of RainClan warriors discovered her. There was almost a skirmish then and there, but Asheeba’s shrieking kits brought the observance of the RainClanners.
Without vacillation, the patrol brought Asheeba and her two dying offspring back to the camp.
In the camp, a ruckus arose. There were many hostile attitudes, but for as many as there were choleric, there were compassionate. Asheeba was mixed in to this new lifestyle, not sure if she wanted to linger here. The Clan’s leader had offered her a place in the clan, but Asheeba was uncertain of an option.
But as the femme figured things out, Indigo got worse. The disease had taken over to many of his blood cells, and he was pronounced dead within a few hours of arrival in SunriseClan. However, Twilight fought like Hell to live. For many days and nights she struggled with the ferocious virus, without much hope of survival. But then after a few sunrises, the medicine cat announced the kitten would make a full recovery.
So Twilight was hailed Twilightkit, and Asheeba made the resolution to stay. The femme still wasn’t accustomed to the RainClan life, but knew that departing from its safe barrier meant demise. She was a rational thinker, and chose the most reasonable solution. So life in RainClan began for the newly named Goldenheart, and Twilightkit.
Twilightkit was cunning and shrewd from the start, and loved to play clever games. As time passed she realized her skills in puzzles and trickery. Even as a kitten at only five moons of age, she was mystifying senior warriors with her folly.
Then came the day when Twilightkit was recognized as Twilightpaw. She was assigned a mentor christened Ebonysky; a she-cat whom was perhaps an exact replica of Twilightpaw. So their training sessions commenced, and though Ebonysky did educate her apprentice hunting skills, fighting skills, and the honor of the Warrior Code, she taught her something more. The mentor instilled skills of deception and reasoning in her apprentice’s mind. Twilightpaw learned well, and bonded closely with her mentor. Whereas no cat had ever understood Ebonysky and Twilightpaw separately, the two understood each other like it was basic expertise.
However, there was an assault on RainClan only two moons later. It was none other than The Caliginous Bloodship; they had returned to claim Goldenheart [[Asheeba]] as theirs once more, and take with them what kits she had birthed. The Caliginous Bloodship were about even in the amount of felines fighting; and though all of them, but three, were she-cats, this meant nothing in the level of monstrous atrocity in the battle.
In the heat of the clash, the very tom that had force bred Goldenheart moons ago began to scuffle with her. It lasted only minutes, as his rage at her successfully ended her life. The she-cat’s body dropped to the ground, never to rise as his larger jaws closed around her smaller neck.
On the other side of the clearing, Ebonysky fought with the skill of a StarClan warrior. It wasn’t brute strength, nor speed that brought her victory after victory against each female that leaped upon her. It was her bag of endless tricks. But suddenly, three females leaped upon Ebonysky. She disappeared beneath the writhing mass of enraged she-cats, her own shrieks cut off by theirs.
By the time The Caliginous Bloodship was driven away for good that night, Ebonysky, Goldenheart, and three others lay dead in their own blood.
Twilightpaw’s first reactions were those of insane cat, that had no mental normalcy left in their being. She yowled like a battered cat, she slashed trees until her claws bled. After many hours of the rampaging, the little she-cat lay in between the bodies, in a fitful sleep.
A week later, the death of her mother and her mentor were over taking her very being; she was switch thin, and refused to eat. Twilightpaw did nothing, and refused to train with her new mentor; Sootclaw. The Clan could do nothing as they watched the apprentice self-destruct, slowly.... and oh so achingly.
Then one day, the femme awoke as if nothing had ever occurred. She helped herself to the largest quantity of fresh kill she had ever consumed, and demanded to go out training. All members of SunriseClan were left shaking their heads in skepticism, but were mindful of what they said to Twilightpaw. Though it seemed she had shook off the insane bereavement, she had come out of the storm with a sharper tongue and more of a rogue attitude.
After only a few more moons of tedious training, Sootclaw decided Twilightpaw had even surpassed him in proficiency. Her warrior ceremony was held soon after, and the clan leader gave her a name that fit her properly; Twilighttear. The she-cat liked her name well, feeling it represented a side of her she would never expose or give in to. She resides in RainClan to this day; still a rather young soul, that has healed so briskly. She may someday have a completely ordinary life, if RainClan can learn to move around her prickly exterior. Inside is a femme who’s conquered many emotional obstacles, and unlike the lot of them that go through heartbreak, she’s come out on top.
But have they truly heard it?;;
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Ancestry // Ties
Sire;; Envy - Status Unknown. - Caliginous Bloodship.
Dam;; Asheeba/Goldenheart - Deceased. - RainClan.
Siblings;; 1 - Indigo - Tom - Deceased.
Former Mentor;; Ebonysky - Femme - Deceased.
Current//Former Apprentices;; None.
Other Known Ties;; None.
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I’ve seriously read the rules four times now, and I can’t find a place with codewords… not even a mention. These are the rules I’ve been reading… perhaps I am looking in the wrong place? I’m sorry! D=
With my sisters as a;; She-cat [[Femme]]
Writing my story for;; 15 moons
My loyalty is to;; RainClan
Known only as an honored;; Warrior
For a fleeting moment;; A colossal and almost pure ebony femme with jade orbs.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
They’ve looked at me, and called me a rogue;;
See Me For What I Am.
Twlighttear is an simply a daunting and intimidating feline. The shapes of her facial assets are in a narrowed configuration, and her body is immense like a tom’s. At a first glance she seems like a rogue; the way she carries her frame in a deceitful stalk. Even at second glance, one wouldn’t be sure if she was a dedicated RainClan feline, or a sinister scoundrel. But though this she-cat’s appearance does fit her personality well, she’s out to prove that not everything about semblance can prove character.
The femme’s fur is a simplistic, pure ebony color. It’s as dark as the deep color gets, with only a single blemish of another color to intrude on it; a small patch of ivory below the jaw, above the torso. Her fur is in medium length, not quite long enough to be counted as extensive, but not in a scant length either. The hairs in her pelt grow close together however, so the frosty chills are kept out satisfactorily. Twilighttear’s frame size itself is vast like a tom’s. Not a single slab of fleshy fat is on her figure, for it’s all hard muscle. But when the she-cat is alarmed, and her fur fluffs out, she can appear to be monster-sized. Her limbs and paws are in proportion to her body, giving a hard blow, should she strike anything.
The femme’s eyes are a customary color for black cats; a deep jade. Their overall shape is slanted, making it appear like she’s always got a crooked look in them. She has many whiskers set upon her maw, more than the average count. She has extremely sensitive ears, although they aren’t overly ample in size.
But let them believe the folly they wish;;
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
They’ve viewed at my behavior, and called me ridiculous;;
Twilighttear is perhaps the most complicated and multifarious feline one would ever encounter. Once you think you’ve gotten her figured out, she’ll turn on every side and do the exact diametric of the foreseen. Sometimes it’s her disposition that alternates in a matter of seconds; sometimes it’s her conviction of topics. She can’t really be labeled as anything, for one moment she may seem the most trustworthy cat in the clan, whereas the next, she’s sending sparks flying.
However, though she may seem dark-hearted, her actions never reflect that. Deep inside she knows she would never betray her clan, but she delights in mystifying others, and toying with them. She likes feeling in domination of herself, without any other feline jumping in to modify that.
Twilighttear chooses to indicate emotions with her body language, rather than to verbalize it. She despises felines who never desist talking, or others who search for small talk to avoid the truth. Most of the time she’s point-blank about matters, but a fraction of the time, when she’s feeling devious, she’ll turn it all into an enigma. One must learn when to take her dialogue seriously, and when to dismiss it as a jape. She can be impossible to be perceived distinctly, so she makes other felines truly meditate about her words.
Instead of being consumed by depression from her past, Twilighttear has dismissed it all. Of course there’s always a fleeting thought here and there about it, but unlike most, she doesn’t really cogitate about her memoir perpetually. The femme exists for the present and testifies against vexation. The fae doesn’t appreciate felines, who have also had a hard lesson in life, that go around moping all their days. She feels that because she was able to rid herself of the anguish from past events, that any cat can too. She doesn’t extend assistance for any clan member, but does give tough love.
The femme does believe in StarClan, and tries to follow the better ways. And though sometimes she can be led astray, Twilighttear always manages to get back on track, and live life the way StarClan intended it.
But they can’t clearly see my heart;;
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
They’ve heard my story;;
Twilight was born in a dispute for survival, for nothing was complacent in her life from the very inception. Her mother was an escaped gladiator from a small group of savage cats, which called themselves the Caliginous Bloodship. They were simply a diminutive group of felines that roamed wherever they pleased, and killed what they pleased. The group had only three toms in it; the rest were she-cats that they force bred whenever they liked.
Twilight’s mother, Asheeba, had made a frantic departure one night, only days before her kittens were due. She lived off the land, hunting for her own meals, but always on the move, in an excursion to get away from the Caliginous Bloodship.
For a few days, things looked favorable. Asheeba birthed Twilight, and a smaller brother, whom she named Indigo. However, it was almost unattainable for the female to carry both of her kittens, as she began to enter into a new terrain. Asheeba had no idea she had stumbled into Clan lands; but it was just as well. The winter weather had begun to sicken both of the kittens.... they both were fighting serious cases of Greencough, though Asheeba didn’t apprehend this.
So Asheeba continued through, when a patrol of RainClan warriors discovered her. There was almost a skirmish then and there, but Asheeba’s shrieking kits brought the observance of the RainClanners.
Without vacillation, the patrol brought Asheeba and her two dying offspring back to the camp.
In the camp, a ruckus arose. There were many hostile attitudes, but for as many as there were choleric, there were compassionate. Asheeba was mixed in to this new lifestyle, not sure if she wanted to linger here. The Clan’s leader had offered her a place in the clan, but Asheeba was uncertain of an option.
But as the femme figured things out, Indigo got worse. The disease had taken over to many of his blood cells, and he was pronounced dead within a few hours of arrival in SunriseClan. However, Twilight fought like Hell to live. For many days and nights she struggled with the ferocious virus, without much hope of survival. But then after a few sunrises, the medicine cat announced the kitten would make a full recovery.
So Twilight was hailed Twilightkit, and Asheeba made the resolution to stay. The femme still wasn’t accustomed to the RainClan life, but knew that departing from its safe barrier meant demise. She was a rational thinker, and chose the most reasonable solution. So life in RainClan began for the newly named Goldenheart, and Twilightkit.
Twilightkit was cunning and shrewd from the start, and loved to play clever games. As time passed she realized her skills in puzzles and trickery. Even as a kitten at only five moons of age, she was mystifying senior warriors with her folly.
Then came the day when Twilightkit was recognized as Twilightpaw. She was assigned a mentor christened Ebonysky; a she-cat whom was perhaps an exact replica of Twilightpaw. So their training sessions commenced, and though Ebonysky did educate her apprentice hunting skills, fighting skills, and the honor of the Warrior Code, she taught her something more. The mentor instilled skills of deception and reasoning in her apprentice’s mind. Twilightpaw learned well, and bonded closely with her mentor. Whereas no cat had ever understood Ebonysky and Twilightpaw separately, the two understood each other like it was basic expertise.
However, there was an assault on RainClan only two moons later. It was none other than The Caliginous Bloodship; they had returned to claim Goldenheart [[Asheeba]] as theirs once more, and take with them what kits she had birthed. The Caliginous Bloodship were about even in the amount of felines fighting; and though all of them, but three, were she-cats, this meant nothing in the level of monstrous atrocity in the battle.
In the heat of the clash, the very tom that had force bred Goldenheart moons ago began to scuffle with her. It lasted only minutes, as his rage at her successfully ended her life. The she-cat’s body dropped to the ground, never to rise as his larger jaws closed around her smaller neck.
On the other side of the clearing, Ebonysky fought with the skill of a StarClan warrior. It wasn’t brute strength, nor speed that brought her victory after victory against each female that leaped upon her. It was her bag of endless tricks. But suddenly, three females leaped upon Ebonysky. She disappeared beneath the writhing mass of enraged she-cats, her own shrieks cut off by theirs.
By the time The Caliginous Bloodship was driven away for good that night, Ebonysky, Goldenheart, and three others lay dead in their own blood.
Twilightpaw’s first reactions were those of insane cat, that had no mental normalcy left in their being. She yowled like a battered cat, she slashed trees until her claws bled. After many hours of the rampaging, the little she-cat lay in between the bodies, in a fitful sleep.
A week later, the death of her mother and her mentor were over taking her very being; she was switch thin, and refused to eat. Twilightpaw did nothing, and refused to train with her new mentor; Sootclaw. The Clan could do nothing as they watched the apprentice self-destruct, slowly.... and oh so achingly.
Then one day, the femme awoke as if nothing had ever occurred. She helped herself to the largest quantity of fresh kill she had ever consumed, and demanded to go out training. All members of SunriseClan were left shaking their heads in skepticism, but were mindful of what they said to Twilightpaw. Though it seemed she had shook off the insane bereavement, she had come out of the storm with a sharper tongue and more of a rogue attitude.
After only a few more moons of tedious training, Sootclaw decided Twilightpaw had even surpassed him in proficiency. Her warrior ceremony was held soon after, and the clan leader gave her a name that fit her properly; Twilighttear. The she-cat liked her name well, feeling it represented a side of her she would never expose or give in to. She resides in RainClan to this day; still a rather young soul, that has healed so briskly. She may someday have a completely ordinary life, if RainClan can learn to move around her prickly exterior. Inside is a femme who’s conquered many emotional obstacles, and unlike the lot of them that go through heartbreak, she’s come out on top.
But have they truly heard it?;;
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Ancestry // Ties
Sire;; Envy - Status Unknown. - Caliginous Bloodship.
Dam;; Asheeba/Goldenheart - Deceased. - RainClan.
Siblings;; 1 - Indigo - Tom - Deceased.
Former Mentor;; Ebonysky - Femme - Deceased.
Current//Former Apprentices;; None.
Other Known Ties;; None.
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I’ve seriously read the rules four times now, and I can’t find a place with codewords… not even a mention. These are the rules I’ve been reading… perhaps I am looking in the wrong place? I’m sorry! D=
