Post by phoenix on Jan 28, 2007 18:47:30 GMT -5
Name: Shadepaw
Age: 8 moons
Gender: Female
Position: Apprentice
Clan: DayClan
Pictures: Don’t have any. I had one somewhere… but I dunno where it went.
Appearance: Shadepaw is a slightly dark gray tabby she-cat with darker gray stripes. Her stripes start on her face and continue all the way to her tail, also going down her legs almost to her paws. Her paws are solid gray. She greatly resembles her father, Darkstripe. Her fur is short and always seems to look slightly bristled, as if she’s always expecting someone to attack her. Her tail is similar, being somewhat long and poofy.
Her eyes are a shade of light blue, and when she is in the right light they sparkle. She has some large scars on her flanks and tail from when she was little. There is a single scar on her face, stretching from just below her eye to the bottom of her cheek on the left side of her face. One afternoon she had come home without prey and Darkstripe made sure she never did again. Her right ear has a small triangular-shaped cut in it from that same afternoon. (HER EARS ARE SMALL YAY. –hyper and couldn’t think of a smart-sounding way to include that fun little fact- xDD)
Personality: Shadepaw usually has a sour attitude, being the glass half empty type of cat. She’s always negative, and can be quite fierce with anyone, even kits. She has no soft spot for anyone or anything, as no one ever had one for her when she was little. She doesn’t respect her leader, deputy, mentor or anyone else for that matter anymore than she herself is respected. Because of her rebellious and trouble-causing actions she isn’t respected at all.
If Shadepaw ever falls in love with a cat, it will be very difficult for her to accept the fact that she loves them and hard for her to tell. She will have so much trouble accepting the fact that she cares for another cat when no one has ever cared for her in any way similar (besides her mother, of course), so instead of being nice and telling him how she feels she will most likely do the opposite and treats him like dirt. But eventually she’ll get some sense knocked into her and figure it out.
History: Shadepaw was born as a loner called Shade in an abandoned barn. Her mother was a loner (ex-kittypet) called Twilight, while her father was a DayClan warrior called Darkstripe. She had four siblings, Claw, Misty, Raven and Dusty (his name is so much different from the others because he resembles his deceased uncle). When she was still very young, just a little over 3 weeks, still wobbly and not able to walk very well, a Twolegs destroyed her home. It threw a flaming stick at the barn, and luckily Darkstripe was there to get Shade, Misty, Claw, Raven and Dusty out. But sadly, Twilight couldn’t escape soon enough and was killed.
A rogue had taken Misty, while Darkstripe took Claw and Shade with him to his home. Raven and Dusty had weakened from the smoke and died by the barn. Darkstripe, Claw and Shade buried them soon after they died. After Darkstripe took the kits to his home, the torture began. Shade and Claw were forced to learn how to hunt for themselves without Darkstripe’s aid, and each time they came home without prey Darkstripe would have them fight him until they couldn’t fight anymore. Each day the kits would go to sleep with more scars and wounds, and without a medicine cat to help them.
One day Shade wondered over to DayClan camp by accident while she was hunting, but before she made it too far into the camp she collapsed from exhaustion and lack of food and water. A warrior found her in the camp, and brought her to the medicine cat’s den immediately. There Shade stayed for at least a week while she partially recovered from her father’s brutal ways of raising kits. She was then renamed Shadekit, and brought to the nursery. She was taken care of by a queen who’s kits were near apprenticeship, but then the queen became a warrior and the leader didn’t notice so Shadekit was without a mother.
During her life as a kit in the camp she didn’t make any friends. When she was apprenticed, a long time after she first found the camp, she heard about how there was a cat that had been exiled a while ago, but had been scented in the forest. She heard the name Darkstripe once spoken of by a fellow apprentice and nearly had a heart attack. After she had been an apprentice for half a moon she began to develop her negative attitude even more, and without friends there was no one to stop her. She never heard from Misty or Claw again.
Other: Well, if Razoreh brings Tanglepaw here then Shade and Tangle will be best buds! (Despite their anti-social natures. xDD)
IC: It was 4:12 PM, and she was lying on the couch, sweating from wearing a sweatshirt. Why do I even bother? I mean really, someone will find out sooner or later. Why don’t I just end it now? Without getting up, Bella opened the top drawer on the dresser next to her couch. She reached in, feeling the cold metal of the blade, and pulled it out. Parts of it were stained red from her blood. The sight made her shiver. She started at her reflection in the metal and was shocked to see a single tear running down her cheek. “Why the h.ell am I crying?” She said allowed, her voice wavering from the tears that were now rapidly flowing down her cheeks.
Despite her blurred vision, she pulled up the sleeve of her left arm and held the blade parallel to her bare skin. She turned over her arm so that her wrist faced the blade, but couldn’t bring herself to make a fresh wound. Not one to end her life, anyways. I can’t just put it away, though… She turned her arm over and pressed the blade firmly to her pale skin. She dragged it along her arm for a good four inches, the sharp edge immediately making a wound deep enough to bleed a good amount. She cringed as the bittersweet pain made it’s way through her arm, nearly making her want to bandage it up to stop the bleeding and possibly make it hurt less.
No, let it bleed… She fought to keep still as the blood seeped out of her wound, never seeming to stop. She gasped as it dripped onto the white tiled floor, possibly staining it red forever. If the dorm maid catches me… Oh God, why didn’t I ever think of the before? Just then there was a soft rapping on her door. “Uh, I’m organizing my clothes, can you come back in like fifteen minutes?” She called towards the door of the dorm, trying her best to stop the pain from affecting her voice. She heard footsteps walk away from the door, and sighed with relief. That was close. Too close.
She quickly ran to the small kitchen, her cut still bleeding. She grabbed a paper towel and wet it damply then ran back to the makeshift living room. Bella bent down to wipe the drying blood from the floor, then pressed the clean part of the towel to her cut. Her arm was throbbing, but luckily it wasn’t enough pain to send her to the floor sobbing. As it still bled Bella began to feel lightheaded. She stood up, only to make herself dizzier. As she entered the kitchen to grab another paper towel, she sank to the floor, her knees buckling and her head spinning.
Bella hit the linoleum floor with a thud. She hadn’t passed out, but with every passing minute the room around her was spinning faster and faster. Using her right arm, she got up so she was able to sit on her knees. She looked down at her bleeding cut, just then realizing how deep it was. She reached up to grab the edge of the counter to pull herself to her feet, but her hand couldn’t get a good grip. Bella was surprised to find that her hand wasn’t bloody, but sweaty. I’m panicking… Why am I afraid now? I was never afraid before… Her heart rate began to increase rapidly as the realization that she could die hit her. I’m not trying to kill myself… I can’t die… No! The room had stopped spinning, but darkness crept up from the edges of her vision. I am dying.
She wiped her sweaty palm on her light blue sweatshirt as fast as she could, then reached up again to grab the counter. Finally she got a good grip and pulled herself to her feet. She quickly ripped a large piece of paper towel from the roll and pressed it as firmly as she could to her cut. It was surprising how fast it soaked up the blood, but soon it was leaking through to her hand. A new set of tears crawled silently down her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she said to no one, desperately trying to stop her wound from bleeding. Before she knew what had happened, the darkness had engulfed her and she was lying on the cold floor unconscious.
Her eyes opened to the bright light filtering through the kitchen window. “Oww.” She said, her voice scratchy like sandpaper. She rubbed the back of her head, then looked down at her arm to see dried blood crusted on her arm. Her cut had stopped bleeding, but it still stung a little. She looked up at the clock on the kitchen wall to see what time it was. She had remembered that it had said 4:21 PM just before she had fallen unconscious. It now was 7:02 AM. “C.rap. I have to get ready for school!” She got up, quickly turning to the sink to clean her cut. The cold water felt good on her burning wound. Within a few minutes it was cleaned of dried blood.
Bella raced against the clock as she got dressed in a light blue t-shirt, jeans, and replaced her light blue sweatshirt with a black one. As she was slipping on her socks she realized what day it was. Saturday. No school. “D.ammit.” She cursed under her breath, though there was no one there to hear her anyways. She went back to the living room and collapsed on the couch. Weekends aren’t safe… I have to go out and do something. I can’t sit here staring at a blade. She took the blade from it’s place top of the coffee table and opened the drawer it came from. She gently put it back, then shut the door fast.
Leave it closed… Don’t do this to yourself… Leave, go into town, go have fun somehow… Bella was desperately trying to keep herself alive now. It was as if she wasn’t in control of her body, but something else was. “Impossible… how am I supposed to have fun? I haven’t had fun since…” She couldn’t finish her sentence, for the same hot tears from last night rolled down her cheeks. She looked at the door through her tears, and noticed a piece of paper in front of it. She got up and walked over to the door, bending down to grab the paper. It read:
Roommates? No. It can’t be… D.ammit! Bella looked at her watch and nearly screamed when she saw that it said 7:43 AM. They were going to be there in 17 minutes! She ran to the dresser and pulled open the first drawer, quickly picking up her blades and nearly running to her room with them. How can I hide these? Where can I hide these? Her panic rose in her chest as she frantically searched for a hiding place. Bottom drawer… under clothes. Yes. The bottom drawer of her bureau flew open and her clothes were thrown out as she was hurrying in her race against the clock. She placed the blades in then threw her clothes back in, trying to make them as neat as possible. Now I have to clean the kitchen floor… Crap.
She now had fourteen minutes to clean the kitchen floor. It was stained with blood near the counter, so that was all she had to clean. Quickly she pulled out a mop and set it in the sink for a moment, turning on the water briefly. As soon as the mop seemed wet enough, she shut off the water and began mopping the floor faster than she ever had before. Any signs were gone after seven minutes of mopping. Seven more until Sable and Ghislaine came. Exhausted from her fast cleaning, Bella went to the living room and collapsed on the couch once more to wait there for the last seven minutes. After about thirty seconds, however, she got bored, and pulled out her CD player from the second drawer. She inserted a CD, but the disc was scratched so it kept skipping. It was her favorite CD, so the skipping bothered her a bit. It was a really old band, but she had found it in one of those time capsules that people used to bury in the ground. It had been in her backyard at her foster home. The CD was Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge by My Chemical Romance. Of course, the band was long gone and the music was older than anyone alive, but that didn’t bother Bella.[/size]
Age: 8 moons
Gender: Female
Position: Apprentice
Clan: DayClan
Pictures: Don’t have any. I had one somewhere… but I dunno where it went.
Appearance: Shadepaw is a slightly dark gray tabby she-cat with darker gray stripes. Her stripes start on her face and continue all the way to her tail, also going down her legs almost to her paws. Her paws are solid gray. She greatly resembles her father, Darkstripe. Her fur is short and always seems to look slightly bristled, as if she’s always expecting someone to attack her. Her tail is similar, being somewhat long and poofy.
Her eyes are a shade of light blue, and when she is in the right light they sparkle. She has some large scars on her flanks and tail from when she was little. There is a single scar on her face, stretching from just below her eye to the bottom of her cheek on the left side of her face. One afternoon she had come home without prey and Darkstripe made sure she never did again. Her right ear has a small triangular-shaped cut in it from that same afternoon. (HER EARS ARE SMALL YAY. –hyper and couldn’t think of a smart-sounding way to include that fun little fact- xDD)
Personality: Shadepaw usually has a sour attitude, being the glass half empty type of cat. She’s always negative, and can be quite fierce with anyone, even kits. She has no soft spot for anyone or anything, as no one ever had one for her when she was little. She doesn’t respect her leader, deputy, mentor or anyone else for that matter anymore than she herself is respected. Because of her rebellious and trouble-causing actions she isn’t respected at all.
If Shadepaw ever falls in love with a cat, it will be very difficult for her to accept the fact that she loves them and hard for her to tell. She will have so much trouble accepting the fact that she cares for another cat when no one has ever cared for her in any way similar (besides her mother, of course), so instead of being nice and telling him how she feels she will most likely do the opposite and treats him like dirt. But eventually she’ll get some sense knocked into her and figure it out.
History: Shadepaw was born as a loner called Shade in an abandoned barn. Her mother was a loner (ex-kittypet) called Twilight, while her father was a DayClan warrior called Darkstripe. She had four siblings, Claw, Misty, Raven and Dusty (his name is so much different from the others because he resembles his deceased uncle). When she was still very young, just a little over 3 weeks, still wobbly and not able to walk very well, a Twolegs destroyed her home. It threw a flaming stick at the barn, and luckily Darkstripe was there to get Shade, Misty, Claw, Raven and Dusty out. But sadly, Twilight couldn’t escape soon enough and was killed.
A rogue had taken Misty, while Darkstripe took Claw and Shade with him to his home. Raven and Dusty had weakened from the smoke and died by the barn. Darkstripe, Claw and Shade buried them soon after they died. After Darkstripe took the kits to his home, the torture began. Shade and Claw were forced to learn how to hunt for themselves without Darkstripe’s aid, and each time they came home without prey Darkstripe would have them fight him until they couldn’t fight anymore. Each day the kits would go to sleep with more scars and wounds, and without a medicine cat to help them.
One day Shade wondered over to DayClan camp by accident while she was hunting, but before she made it too far into the camp she collapsed from exhaustion and lack of food and water. A warrior found her in the camp, and brought her to the medicine cat’s den immediately. There Shade stayed for at least a week while she partially recovered from her father’s brutal ways of raising kits. She was then renamed Shadekit, and brought to the nursery. She was taken care of by a queen who’s kits were near apprenticeship, but then the queen became a warrior and the leader didn’t notice so Shadekit was without a mother.
During her life as a kit in the camp she didn’t make any friends. When she was apprenticed, a long time after she first found the camp, she heard about how there was a cat that had been exiled a while ago, but had been scented in the forest. She heard the name Darkstripe once spoken of by a fellow apprentice and nearly had a heart attack. After she had been an apprentice for half a moon she began to develop her negative attitude even more, and without friends there was no one to stop her. She never heard from Misty or Claw again.
Other: Well, if Razoreh brings Tanglepaw here then Shade and Tangle will be best buds! (Despite their anti-social natures. xDD)
IC: It was 4:12 PM, and she was lying on the couch, sweating from wearing a sweatshirt. Why do I even bother? I mean really, someone will find out sooner or later. Why don’t I just end it now? Without getting up, Bella opened the top drawer on the dresser next to her couch. She reached in, feeling the cold metal of the blade, and pulled it out. Parts of it were stained red from her blood. The sight made her shiver. She started at her reflection in the metal and was shocked to see a single tear running down her cheek. “Why the h.ell am I crying?” She said allowed, her voice wavering from the tears that were now rapidly flowing down her cheeks.
Despite her blurred vision, she pulled up the sleeve of her left arm and held the blade parallel to her bare skin. She turned over her arm so that her wrist faced the blade, but couldn’t bring herself to make a fresh wound. Not one to end her life, anyways. I can’t just put it away, though… She turned her arm over and pressed the blade firmly to her pale skin. She dragged it along her arm for a good four inches, the sharp edge immediately making a wound deep enough to bleed a good amount. She cringed as the bittersweet pain made it’s way through her arm, nearly making her want to bandage it up to stop the bleeding and possibly make it hurt less.
No, let it bleed… She fought to keep still as the blood seeped out of her wound, never seeming to stop. She gasped as it dripped onto the white tiled floor, possibly staining it red forever. If the dorm maid catches me… Oh God, why didn’t I ever think of the before? Just then there was a soft rapping on her door. “Uh, I’m organizing my clothes, can you come back in like fifteen minutes?” She called towards the door of the dorm, trying her best to stop the pain from affecting her voice. She heard footsteps walk away from the door, and sighed with relief. That was close. Too close.
She quickly ran to the small kitchen, her cut still bleeding. She grabbed a paper towel and wet it damply then ran back to the makeshift living room. Bella bent down to wipe the drying blood from the floor, then pressed the clean part of the towel to her cut. Her arm was throbbing, but luckily it wasn’t enough pain to send her to the floor sobbing. As it still bled Bella began to feel lightheaded. She stood up, only to make herself dizzier. As she entered the kitchen to grab another paper towel, she sank to the floor, her knees buckling and her head spinning.
Bella hit the linoleum floor with a thud. She hadn’t passed out, but with every passing minute the room around her was spinning faster and faster. Using her right arm, she got up so she was able to sit on her knees. She looked down at her bleeding cut, just then realizing how deep it was. She reached up to grab the edge of the counter to pull herself to her feet, but her hand couldn’t get a good grip. Bella was surprised to find that her hand wasn’t bloody, but sweaty. I’m panicking… Why am I afraid now? I was never afraid before… Her heart rate began to increase rapidly as the realization that she could die hit her. I’m not trying to kill myself… I can’t die… No! The room had stopped spinning, but darkness crept up from the edges of her vision. I am dying.
She wiped her sweaty palm on her light blue sweatshirt as fast as she could, then reached up again to grab the counter. Finally she got a good grip and pulled herself to her feet. She quickly ripped a large piece of paper towel from the roll and pressed it as firmly as she could to her cut. It was surprising how fast it soaked up the blood, but soon it was leaking through to her hand. A new set of tears crawled silently down her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she said to no one, desperately trying to stop her wound from bleeding. Before she knew what had happened, the darkness had engulfed her and she was lying on the cold floor unconscious.
Her eyes opened to the bright light filtering through the kitchen window. “Oww.” She said, her voice scratchy like sandpaper. She rubbed the back of her head, then looked down at her arm to see dried blood crusted on her arm. Her cut had stopped bleeding, but it still stung a little. She looked up at the clock on the kitchen wall to see what time it was. She had remembered that it had said 4:21 PM just before she had fallen unconscious. It now was 7:02 AM. “C.rap. I have to get ready for school!” She got up, quickly turning to the sink to clean her cut. The cold water felt good on her burning wound. Within a few minutes it was cleaned of dried blood.
Bella raced against the clock as she got dressed in a light blue t-shirt, jeans, and replaced her light blue sweatshirt with a black one. As she was slipping on her socks she realized what day it was. Saturday. No school. “D.ammit.” She cursed under her breath, though there was no one there to hear her anyways. She went back to the living room and collapsed on the couch. Weekends aren’t safe… I have to go out and do something. I can’t sit here staring at a blade. She took the blade from it’s place top of the coffee table and opened the drawer it came from. She gently put it back, then shut the door fast.
Leave it closed… Don’t do this to yourself… Leave, go into town, go have fun somehow… Bella was desperately trying to keep herself alive now. It was as if she wasn’t in control of her body, but something else was. “Impossible… how am I supposed to have fun? I haven’t had fun since…” She couldn’t finish her sentence, for the same hot tears from last night rolled down her cheeks. She looked at the door through her tears, and noticed a piece of paper in front of it. She got up and walked over to the door, bending down to grab the paper. It read:
Roommates
Dear Bella Fehér,
Two girls will be moving in with you at approximately 8:00 this morning. Their names are Sable Douglas and Ghislaine Langumé. You are expected to be nice to them and treat them as you would want yourself to be treated.
Sincerely,
Dean of Students
Dear Bella Fehér,
Two girls will be moving in with you at approximately 8:00 this morning. Their names are Sable Douglas and Ghislaine Langumé. You are expected to be nice to them and treat them as you would want yourself to be treated.
Sincerely,
Dean of Students
Roommates? No. It can’t be… D.ammit! Bella looked at her watch and nearly screamed when she saw that it said 7:43 AM. They were going to be there in 17 minutes! She ran to the dresser and pulled open the first drawer, quickly picking up her blades and nearly running to her room with them. How can I hide these? Where can I hide these? Her panic rose in her chest as she frantically searched for a hiding place. Bottom drawer… under clothes. Yes. The bottom drawer of her bureau flew open and her clothes were thrown out as she was hurrying in her race against the clock. She placed the blades in then threw her clothes back in, trying to make them as neat as possible. Now I have to clean the kitchen floor… Crap.
She now had fourteen minutes to clean the kitchen floor. It was stained with blood near the counter, so that was all she had to clean. Quickly she pulled out a mop and set it in the sink for a moment, turning on the water briefly. As soon as the mop seemed wet enough, she shut off the water and began mopping the floor faster than she ever had before. Any signs were gone after seven minutes of mopping. Seven more until Sable and Ghislaine came. Exhausted from her fast cleaning, Bella went to the living room and collapsed on the couch once more to wait there for the last seven minutes. After about thirty seconds, however, she got bored, and pulled out her CD player from the second drawer. She inserted a CD, but the disc was scratched so it kept skipping. It was her favorite CD, so the skipping bothered her a bit. It was a really old band, but she had found it in one of those time capsules that people used to bury in the ground. It had been in her backyard at her foster home. The CD was Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge by My Chemical Romance. Of course, the band was long gone and the music was older than anyone alive, but that didn’t bother Bella.[/size]
