Post by Mysteryfaith on Sept 27, 2008 7:18:48 GMT -5
More cats being added all the time...
...make sure you're not left behind...
My name is Death.
It describes me, as a cat and as a soul. My appearance is dark and mysterious, the exact essence of my name. My mother, the d**ned she-cat who dared to run away to my father's Clan - she shall pay for her evils one day -, knew what she was talking about for once when she named me.
I am four moons, but I am still a great warrior.
I might be a kit still, lingering in this stupid nursery waiting to show my talent, but I am the best warrior this Clan will have. I've already overpowered my siblings. My sisters were easy, my brother took no effort, and little Summer, the dozy disgrace of a warrior, could've been beaten by a newborn kitten with one paw behind their back - she is the worthless runt, after all.
I am a member of the best Clan - FiascoClan.
Living under the instruction of another cat is tedious - I wish to be a loner and to lead my own band one day -, but Insomniastar is the best leader a cat like me could wish for. She takes no mercy on trespassers, and if you disobey her, you'll be lucky to live. I'm sure that, when I'm older, I shall be her deputy, and shall be father to her kits. Yeah, she doesn't care about the rules that deserve no care, so she'd give birth to my kittens any day, I hope.
I'm a kitten of this Clan.
But I don't mind that - until I'm six moons, that is. There is nothing in this nursery that doesn't vex or weary me, but at least my carer, the gentle but careless Indigofrost, takes me and my littermates out to the forest to explore sometimes. I always go out of view and climb the pine trees, though, and look for Insomniastar from way above, hoping she'll notice me and approve of my skills.
Me? My appearance doesn't matter to me.
But if you were desperate to know, you could look to the stars and ask them. Okay, okay, I'll tell you! I'm black with grey paws, chest, tip of tail and nose. That's silvery light grey, before you ask. My eyes? Grey, of course. But dark grey, and don't forget it!
I am the best cat of the forest.
I am brave, strong, and not in the slightest big-headed - okay, maybe a little. But I am loyal to my Clan, even though I want to be a loner. I'd defend it with my life! I care not about emotions, no matter how important they may seem to simple cats. If you wish to think of nonsense all day then fine, but I'd rather buckle down to working on my skills.
I have no history. The history of Death is just beginning.
If you're asking of family and relations, then my mother, Angelfeather, went to join my father, Stargazer, in day-dreaming CosmoClan. Stargazer's the medicine cat in their Clan - how boring! My sisters, Wrenkit and Lullabykit, and my brother, Carouselkit, are the closest I have to friends. And, of course, the runt of our litter, Summerkit. I refuse to be called 'kit' - I snap at anyone who calls me Deathkit. What a revolting name! No, until I'm a 'paw, I'll stay Death. And even then I'll prefer to be called Death or Deathblaze, or maybe even Deathshadow!
Unless you haven't noticed, my picture is at the top of my 'profile'.
Profiles. What stupid things. We are judged by StarClan by our actions, not words. Not that I want StarClan's approval. All the others in the Clan, apart from Insomniastar, simply adore their ancestors. They're only dead cats - and at least the leader sees that. Insomniastar says that she'll always believe in her spirit and her spirit only - her pawsteps will guide her to the answer that will make her Clan stronger and more powerful and battle-ready.
Enough of this talking. I have to show Wrenkit how to do a battle roll I saw one of the older warriors doing.
So, it must be away with you! Unless you'd prefer a scratch on the nose - well, would you?! Then clear off, before me and Wrenkit chase you from FiascoClan! You were lucky to get a sneak peek of our camp, and this nursery. So shoo - away with you, I say! Go back to your own stupid Clan, and leave ours to plan our battle on yours! Ha! That's sent you running!
...make sure you're not left behind...
My name is Death.
It describes me, as a cat and as a soul. My appearance is dark and mysterious, the exact essence of my name. My mother, the d**ned she-cat who dared to run away to my father's Clan - she shall pay for her evils one day -, knew what she was talking about for once when she named me.
I am four moons, but I am still a great warrior.
I might be a kit still, lingering in this stupid nursery waiting to show my talent, but I am the best warrior this Clan will have. I've already overpowered my siblings. My sisters were easy, my brother took no effort, and little Summer, the dozy disgrace of a warrior, could've been beaten by a newborn kitten with one paw behind their back - she is the worthless runt, after all.
I am a member of the best Clan - FiascoClan.
Living under the instruction of another cat is tedious - I wish to be a loner and to lead my own band one day -, but Insomniastar is the best leader a cat like me could wish for. She takes no mercy on trespassers, and if you disobey her, you'll be lucky to live. I'm sure that, when I'm older, I shall be her deputy, and shall be father to her kits. Yeah, she doesn't care about the rules that deserve no care, so she'd give birth to my kittens any day, I hope.
I'm a kitten of this Clan.
But I don't mind that - until I'm six moons, that is. There is nothing in this nursery that doesn't vex or weary me, but at least my carer, the gentle but careless Indigofrost, takes me and my littermates out to the forest to explore sometimes. I always go out of view and climb the pine trees, though, and look for Insomniastar from way above, hoping she'll notice me and approve of my skills.
Me? My appearance doesn't matter to me.
But if you were desperate to know, you could look to the stars and ask them. Okay, okay, I'll tell you! I'm black with grey paws, chest, tip of tail and nose. That's silvery light grey, before you ask. My eyes? Grey, of course. But dark grey, and don't forget it!
I am the best cat of the forest.
I am brave, strong, and not in the slightest big-headed - okay, maybe a little. But I am loyal to my Clan, even though I want to be a loner. I'd defend it with my life! I care not about emotions, no matter how important they may seem to simple cats. If you wish to think of nonsense all day then fine, but I'd rather buckle down to working on my skills.
I have no history. The history of Death is just beginning.
If you're asking of family and relations, then my mother, Angelfeather, went to join my father, Stargazer, in day-dreaming CosmoClan. Stargazer's the medicine cat in their Clan - how boring! My sisters, Wrenkit and Lullabykit, and my brother, Carouselkit, are the closest I have to friends. And, of course, the runt of our litter, Summerkit. I refuse to be called 'kit' - I snap at anyone who calls me Deathkit. What a revolting name! No, until I'm a 'paw, I'll stay Death. And even then I'll prefer to be called Death or Deathblaze, or maybe even Deathshadow!
Unless you haven't noticed, my picture is at the top of my 'profile'.
Profiles. What stupid things. We are judged by StarClan by our actions, not words. Not that I want StarClan's approval. All the others in the Clan, apart from Insomniastar, simply adore their ancestors. They're only dead cats - and at least the leader sees that. Insomniastar says that she'll always believe in her spirit and her spirit only - her pawsteps will guide her to the answer that will make her Clan stronger and more powerful and battle-ready.
Enough of this talking. I have to show Wrenkit how to do a battle roll I saw one of the older warriors doing.
So, it must be away with you! Unless you'd prefer a scratch on the nose - well, would you?! Then clear off, before me and Wrenkit chase you from FiascoClan! You were lucky to get a sneak peek of our camp, and this nursery. So shoo - away with you, I say! Go back to your own stupid Clan, and leave ours to plan our battle on yours! Ha! That's sent you running!
