Post by l i l a c w i s h * on Sept 22, 2011 14:21:20 GMT -5
names:
gender:
She-Cat
age:
Thirty Moons
clan:
ShadowClan
rank:
Warrior
personality:
♥ understand me
- YoUnG aNd BoLd;;
[/li][li](search) xdeep for k.i.n.d.n.e.s.sx;; I will risk anything, everything, for ShadowClan. This is the third time I have said this. Must I repeat this? I hope not. I am not even close to being a nice cat.
[/li][li]:.arrogant to the last.: Around me is my extremely confident aura, chin high, walking with arrogance. Maybe I should be framed, I have commited many crimes for being overly proud, arrogant, wise, and hateful all at the same time. But I am not afraid of the consequences for acting so. In fact, I am afraid to be afraid. I despise fear. It portrays me as weak. I don't like fraternizing with cats unless they're in my Clan. I’m not very social, due to my mood swings and exterior coldness.
[/li][li]sudden<moods>[/size] I'm slightly. . . crazy, as some would put it. If I go from emo to fiesty in three seconds, deal with it. I don't care. My sudden mood swings sure put people on the spot! One moment I'm peaceful, floating like a lily in the pond, the next moment I'm a storm of rage. But usually I'm not shy and amazed – I try not to be impressed by anything.
[/li][li]]]tainted[[ - but not much;;
Like I said, I am guilty of being a little too confident, prideful, but also extremely vain. I can be very nasty and unkind when I want to. Despite my sins, I believe that am a great ShadowClan warrior, and when my Clan is faced with trouble, my pride shows a little more fervently, mostly in my attack-first-think-later mindset. Don't take me so harshly, everybody has their flaws. My heart is slightly tainted with the hunger for ambition, but I do not believe in killing for it, Hopefully, my good side will shine through.
But you should now one thing: I show no
appearance:
♥ look at me
- [xsunnyx] d a y s
I have long, long whiskers, dipped and carressed in white ink. The fur that embraces my slender frame is fluffy and thick, good for leaf-bare but not for the rest, I presume. But of course, who am I to say? I was born this way.
My soft underbelly is the ultimate copy of my paws and whiskers. I have lanky, long legs that are as delicate as twigs, complimenting my light weight.
Though I claim myself to be the most beautiful cat in the Clan, I sure have competitors! But I still assume I am one of the prettiest, I walk with a graceful lope, try to keep my face impassive, but not in a dismissive way, and I take care of myself well. My soft golden pelt is always sleek and shining. I don’t fit the stereotypical definition of a ShadowClan cat – sure, I have the same lanky build, but my exotic pelt stands out in my Clan, not the bland dark palettes usually spotted.
[/li][li]//paws// and (c l.a.w s)[/b] I have paws that match my whiskers, the color of a snowstorm, a flurry, pure white, like an angel's wings. Concealed in the white depths are my long, thorny claws. One prick could send you wailing - I bet.
[/li][li]{{eyes}} XXofXX {{steel}};; My eyes reflected the emerald-bronze of steel, and believe me, I have a gaze of steel too! Physically and literally. You don't need to believe me. Just try me. My muddy green orbs are cold to the core, a stare of dynamite.
[/li][li]*/tail of fury\* My tail is the same colour of the rest of my pale golden-ginger fur, but it's very long and winds across my body whenever I sit down, or rest. It seems to always be fluffed out with anger, but that just enhances my expression of beauty, grace, and authority.
[/li][li]consider[/i] this;; [/size][/b]But of course, looks mean nothing. . .
history:
Prologue: A dark night
It was very quiet in the ShadowClan nursery, only the faint breathing of a queen echoing off the walls. Twilight hung over the nursery entrance, and only a light gray coloured tom, the queen's mate, and the Clan medicine cat were awake.
"Hold on, Mourningpast." The medicine cat hissed. Littlewish's eyes were wide.
"I can do this." Mouringpast mewed shakily, and her jaws gaped in a soundless wail. Blood spilled in a pool around her.
"Oh, Mourningpast." The medicine cat continued working furiously. Within no time, four blind kits were suckling at the queen's belly.
"You did it." Littlewish breathed. He stared at his offspring – four like him, one like his mate. The bluish-lavender dusk gleamed faintly outside, and it landed on the kit that looked like his dear Mourningpast.
"Lilac." he murmured. "Mourningpast, this cat will be Lilackit, for the way the lilac light has hit her fur."
Mourningpast nodded briefly.
♥ lilackit:: into the world i go
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Greetings, young one. I am Lilacwish, a ShadowClan warrior that has experienced more than you can imagine. You wish to know of my past? I will tell you. Settle. Listen. And do not speak.
I was born to Littlewish and Mourningpast of ShadowClan. My mother, Mourningpast, was my copy, my older version. We shared everything, from our sleek, pale golden-ginger tabby pelts, to our long tails, so different from most of our Clanmates. But I had my father, Littlewish's, copper-green eyes. My siblings were Fablekit, Finalkit, and Mythkit. I also had a younger brother, born sickly, and died later. I didn't know I ever had him as a brother until I recieved my nine lives. My living siblings all took after my father, with their shorthaired light gray pelts and copper-green gazes. Mourningpast said I was special, because I looked like her, and Mourningpast was the Clan Leader's daughter, taking after him with every intense detail. I was a little Mourningpast and a little Brackenstar. Resentment and envy burned in my oldest brother - Finalkit's - heart, but I didn't know until I was a warrior. Mythkit and Fablekit didn't hate me, they admired me, though I was the runt of the litter. I loved them too, as siblings, but never Finalkit. He was the dark heart of my kin.
Okay, off with descriptions, on with my past.
I think, as a kit, I was a bit of a know-it-all and I loved to play. But, I was a devil too, messing up the medicine cat’s herbs, and always saying: "THUNDERCLAN IS ATTACKING!" They fell for it every time. It was really funny. But, as I aged, I think I grew wiser, never to be the simple little kitten ever again.
♥ lilacpaw:: suspicion
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I think that, as Lilacpaw, and being Brackenstar's apprentice, was wonderful! But, I realized that Finalpaw was edging farther and farther away from me, him, and his kin. He had become so sly and secretive lately. Mythpaw and Fablepaw noticed too, and told me their misgivings. I resolved to find out - when I recieved my warrior name, so, if I died trying to uncover Finalpaw's obviously dark secrets, I would die as a warrior.
One misty morning, Finalpaw was back from hunting alone, and with him was none other than Littlewish's body.
I was struck down by grief.
"How did he die?" I remember saying. He said that Littlewish had been hunting by the ThunderClan border and had accidentally tresspassed and was slain by them before Finalpaw could reach the battle. But Littlewish didn't smell like ThunderClan. He smelled like one of his own clan had slain him. I knew who it was. Now all I needed was proof and a reason.
♥ lilacwish
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there is never time for tears and grief...
part 1:: hidden secrets[/b]
My mother, Mourningpast, was distraught. I wanted to tell her who really killed Littlewish, but I didn't have the guts. Anyway, I was Lilacwish now, for my father's memory. Fableglade, Mythsky, and Finalblow were all warriors too. But Mourningpast was so wrapped up in Littlewish that she shriveled away and played no longer a role in my life. She retired early, distraught. Then, one day, I found Finalblow. To utter horrification and shock, I found that he was grappling with Brackenstar.
Who was on his last life.
"No!" my hopeless words still echo in my mind. I tried to help him, and my yowling attacted many cats, but it was too late. Finalblow had killed my leader. Utter betrayal. The cruelest way to break me.
"You killed your own leader!" I remember saying, shocked and stupefied. He turned to look at me with his darkly shining copper-green eyes, reflections of my own. ”Why?” I whispered. I stepped forward to him, slowly, cautiously, hesitantly. But he just continued to stare at me contemptuously for a moment longer before whipping around and padding out of the den.
part 2:: brought to the light[/b]
I am ashamed of what I did next. Truly, I am. But it had to be done. I remember it clearly, more clearly than I think I should…
…I raced after him. ”Who do you think you are?”[/b] Rage clouded my tone. “You-killed-our-leader! My-[/i]mentor-your grandfather-Mourningpast’s dad!”[/b] Shock, pure shock, made
Finalblow looked at me with his dead stare. Emotion never sparked his gaze anymore. The last time I remembered him smiling was…never.
“Explain yourself,” I meowed, my voice shaking. Instinctively, we had started circling each other, preparing for a fight – the inevitable fight.
“I want to become leader of ShadowClan, Lilacwish,” He said, his voice thick with longing…and insanity. “I want to rule not only our Clan, but the entire forest.” His eyes finally betrayed his emotion: it was a deep, lusting hunger. “I killed Littlewish, too. Our dad. Because he started guessing that I planned to kill Brackenstar to Batkin could make me deputy.” His voice dropped to a hoarse, raspy murmur, strangely seductive. “He wouldn’t support me. But you can. You’re strong, stronger than Mythsky or Fableglade. You can help me. I’ll make you my deputy, and we can rule the forest together.”
Deputy. Did I want to be deputy?
Yes. I want to have power…
…but not like this,
Not like this.
I gave him a horrified glance after that brief thought. “Finalblow. You know this is wrong. I can’t help you.” My voice trembled, showing the fear I’d been trying to suppress.
His emerald-bronze eyes flashed. Like I said, they were so much like mine. We were reflections of each other, with our slim builds and attractive eyes, only my pelt was the color of the sun’s rays and his was of the moon’s. We would never be compatible.
“Then I’m afraid I will have to kill you,” Finalblow said, his tone oddly flat. I gasped and opened my mouth to scream for help, but before I could, he was on me. His claws were unsheathed, he was swiping at my face…
“Stop, stop!” I cried, pummeling him weakly with my long legs. I didn’t want to hurt him. He was my brother. Yet he wanted to hurt me. His ambition had blinded him.
Tears blurred my vision. I arched backwards and kicked Finalblow off of me with a grunt. Taking advantage of his exposed belly, I scrambled forward, slashing madly with my claws until he was subdued, and then placed a single unsheathed paw there.
His eyes flared with alarm, now. The fight had been so short. But I was definitely the victor.
“Don’t kill me – I was kidding. Lilacwish!” He choked on something crimson…his blood. In my battling frenzy, I had cut his neck open.
“But you tried to kill me,” I answered. “You will do nothing but harm ShadowClan. My Clan.”
He gurgled and coughed up some blood. I stepped away from him, fighting back tears. “I’m so sorry, brother. I don’t know what…happened…to you.”
Finalblow stared at me for one moment longer. Then the malicious light died from his eyes. I bowed my head in pain. I had to kill him for my Clan, to avenge Brackenstar. But…that had been my brother. My brother.
The shock and pain set in.
I killed my brother.
Numbly, I buried him. The next morning, I told the Clan both Brackenstar and Finalblow had been found dead in the leader’s den. Their cause of death was never discovered by the Clan, yet.
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sample rp:
The golden warrior was searching. Whether it was for prey, her life, or her brother, she did not know herself.
Yes, Lilacwish was on a hunting patrol, but no, she wasn't hunting anything in particular at the moment. The rest of the patrol had scattered, intent on their prey already, but not the golden warrioress -- she was sitting plaintively in a clearing, alone, her emerald-bronze eyes staring down at nothing in particular. It was only a few moons after the 'mysterious deaths' of Brackenstar and Finalblow, and the pressure was already getting to poor Lilacwish. She shuffled her snowy white paws nervously.
I killed my brother....
He was a power-hungry psycho!But if the Clan ever finds out, they'll blame me.
The depressing thought made Lilacstar hunch over even more in her posture. Usually she was more bold and upbeat, but today was an off day. One of her Clanmates noticed.
"Lilacwish -- you okay?" A Clanmate on patrol with her called, returning with a plump mouse in her jaws.
Lilacwish snapped out of her thoughts. "Yes, fine. Sorry. I'll...hunt now." She blushed fiercely, also unlike her, before turning and quickly disappearing into the undergrowth.
characters: shimmerlily - riverclan
c-box name: shims[/center]
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--don't even think about plagiarizing this. i originally used it on another site, xxsvg.proboards.com, as the shadowclan leader, and made necessary edits to it to accomodate decoy dreams. i worked very hard on it both originally and editing it, so if you even touch this bio without my permission,
