Post by bliss and ignorance™ on Oct 2, 2005 12:53:06 GMT -5
[Mwahaha. WANE’s first rogue… ^^]
Name: Harlequin
Age: 20 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Rogue
Rank: Rogue
Personality: Torn by the sorrow and pain she has endured, Harlequin had made a sort of shell around her inner self, and such isolation of the mind can only lead to insanity. She is quite crazed, ravaged by attacks of supreme anger, then tossed into the pits of her own despair. Despite her psychosis, she is extremely able of the mind, and very, very clever. She is a solitary creature, and has a pure enmity for all creatures, even her fellow cats, and has an inability to understand them or their feelings.
Description: Harlequin’s fur is slightly long, and very very coarse and unkempt. It’s splotched oddly with black on a snowy white, and also discoloured by a few red brown patches… probably not her natural pigment, though. Her eyes are a bright, bright warning yellow, and her whiskers are gnarled and crooked, set around a black nose. She is medium sized but very lithe, nearly graceful, in her framing.
History:
Harlequin always had something wrong with her. Her parents knew it, before she was apprenticed, she would have fun on her own in the forest, killing small things, then mutilating their bodies to see what was in them. It wasn’t so bad. She was just curious. As she grew older, she grew more separate from her clanmates. Most of Graniteclan were wary of her, except for one tom. She loved him, and he would have loved her. But another bouncy, pretty she-cat replaced Harlequin. Heart shattered, she considered leaving the clan, but her mind decided against it. In the night, she stole away and slaughtered the she-cat, feasting on the corpse at daybreak. When he found her at the edge of the river, swiping a pink tongue over bloodied jowls, she killed him. Her parents and siblings, the few that had cared about her, now turned on her, fury blinding them as they took swipe after swipe at Harlequin. She fought back, murdered four of them, then fled the forest ruled by Graniteclan. At last she came, at the age of 12 moons, to Windclan. She didn’t tell anyone of her past, and was accepted as a kind, quiet she-cat. Another tom caught her eye, and soon the two were in love, purring over their soon-to-be-born kits. It was only a moon or so before the kits would be born, according to the medicine cat, and Harlequin was safe in the nursery. She remained there for the night, musing over names and wondering when her mate would return. Instead, an apprentice padded in, tail drooping. The tom had been killed in a battle with Shadowclan. Harlequin mourned for a very long time, but, at least she still had her kits. At last they were born, but dead every one of them. No one knew why, but each of the, soft, warm creature that she had loved so dearly was as lifeless as a stone in a pool. Horrified, depressed and angered, she left the clan as well, cursing Starclan, and plotting her revenge on all cats.
IC: [must I?]
Codeword: Hmmm… I wonder what it is… x.x
Name: Harlequin
Age: 20 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Rogue
Rank: Rogue
Personality: Torn by the sorrow and pain she has endured, Harlequin had made a sort of shell around her inner self, and such isolation of the mind can only lead to insanity. She is quite crazed, ravaged by attacks of supreme anger, then tossed into the pits of her own despair. Despite her psychosis, she is extremely able of the mind, and very, very clever. She is a solitary creature, and has a pure enmity for all creatures, even her fellow cats, and has an inability to understand them or their feelings.
Description: Harlequin’s fur is slightly long, and very very coarse and unkempt. It’s splotched oddly with black on a snowy white, and also discoloured by a few red brown patches… probably not her natural pigment, though. Her eyes are a bright, bright warning yellow, and her whiskers are gnarled and crooked, set around a black nose. She is medium sized but very lithe, nearly graceful, in her framing.
History:
Harlequin always had something wrong with her. Her parents knew it, before she was apprenticed, she would have fun on her own in the forest, killing small things, then mutilating their bodies to see what was in them. It wasn’t so bad. She was just curious. As she grew older, she grew more separate from her clanmates. Most of Graniteclan were wary of her, except for one tom. She loved him, and he would have loved her. But another bouncy, pretty she-cat replaced Harlequin. Heart shattered, she considered leaving the clan, but her mind decided against it. In the night, she stole away and slaughtered the she-cat, feasting on the corpse at daybreak. When he found her at the edge of the river, swiping a pink tongue over bloodied jowls, she killed him. Her parents and siblings, the few that had cared about her, now turned on her, fury blinding them as they took swipe after swipe at Harlequin. She fought back, murdered four of them, then fled the forest ruled by Graniteclan. At last she came, at the age of 12 moons, to Windclan. She didn’t tell anyone of her past, and was accepted as a kind, quiet she-cat. Another tom caught her eye, and soon the two were in love, purring over their soon-to-be-born kits. It was only a moon or so before the kits would be born, according to the medicine cat, and Harlequin was safe in the nursery. She remained there for the night, musing over names and wondering when her mate would return. Instead, an apprentice padded in, tail drooping. The tom had been killed in a battle with Shadowclan. Harlequin mourned for a very long time, but, at least she still had her kits. At last they were born, but dead every one of them. No one knew why, but each of the, soft, warm creature that she had loved so dearly was as lifeless as a stone in a pool. Horrified, depressed and angered, she left the clan as well, cursing Starclan, and plotting her revenge on all cats.
IC: [must I?]
Codeword: Hmmm… I wonder what it is… x.x
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