Post by lonetear on Jan 22, 2011 5:11:00 GMT -5
Hush little baby
Don't make a sound
Hush little baby
Don't make a move
Don't make a sound
Hush little baby
Don't make a move
Deathcall
† Shadowclan † 15 Moons † Warrior † She-cat
†This is gonna hurt me more then you
Cold and ruthless, death often follows this seemingly harmless she-cat where ever she goes. She can be very patient at times, holding back what she truly wants to do in order to blend in with the rest of her clan and though she has a temper she is very good at refraining from acting on it, typically holding a grudge that with time will end in some cat's untimely death.
She doesn't deal with others well, they often irritate her to no end. At times it can take every ounce of her willpower to avoid killing them where they stand. Kits in particular are at risk around her, as they only drive her insanity to further lengths. She tends to stay away from most cats, only getting close when her plots need her to.
She enjoys playing games, though not the harmless games most would think of. She plays both mind games and physical games, almost all of which end in a cat's death. She enjoys giving a cat a small spark of hope before crushing them and she does it well. Despite her liking for games she is very cunning and sly as well as manipulative. She almost always gets what she wants and usually without force. She simply manipulates them, making them fall right into her traps. And she isn't above using her feminine whiles to get what she wants either.
She isn't completely evil. Rather you could say she suffers from insanity. She does have a good side, though it is usually controlled by the monster, the part of her that thirsts only for the blood of others. She often has conversations in her own mind, her two parts fighting for control. However, the small part of her that is and wants to be good rarely wins, it being the weaker part of her. She calls them Vita and Nex, Life and Death.
She is very good at hiding all of this from even those within her own clan. Typically she seems like a fairly normal cat, a bit cold and antisocial but few see the monster craving for blood within her. This makes her even more dangerous for few ever suspect her of anything, though they can often sense that something is off. She's good at covering her tracks and tying up any loose ends that might occur.
†If I'm a danger to myself just think what I could do to you
A demon hidden in an angel's body, Deathcall is a very pretty she-cat. Her fur is long and silky, but very warm at the same time. Her long tail is plume like and her paws dainty. But hiding behind her innocent exterior lurks a monster thirsting for blood.
Her pelt is black and white, a contrast between dark and light, with most of her body being a dark jet black save for her part of her face, her chest, her paws, and a stripe down her belly. Her fur is thick and soft, and she keeps it well groomed, preventing mats and knots from forming. Beneath her fur is a long and slender figure, the perfect body for a killer. Well muscled but still lean she is often mistaken for being weak and nonthreatening when she is actually quite strong.
Her eyes are a very bright though light green, a piercing and cold hue though hypnotic, leaving many a cat staring into their depths until its too late. Framed by a black mask they stand out even more. White begins just above them in a stripe before it fans out to cover the lower half of her face beneath her eyes and continuing down to her chest.
†Twisting and turning my insides are burning
From a young age she was different. She played rougher then the other kits, often drawing blood and laughing over it when she would get scolded. She never knew when to stop, when it went from a simple game to hurting another until one of the queens pulled her off another kit. From the beginning they stared at her as though she was a monster, and it was true, she was the only surviving kit in her litter, her birth taking both her siblings' and her mother's life. Her life became their death.
As she grew older she learned to control herself, her behavior becoming a bit more normal, though there was something still off about her. By the time she was an apprentice her strange kithood was forgotten and she was treated just like any other cat. She was still distant from others, not quite knowing how to interact with them and her temper had a short fuse. It was around this time that she first heard the monster inside her, felt its bloodlust for the first time. In the beginning she fought it, the part of her that was good pushing it away with all its might. But that part grew weaker and the other part began to take over until it almost entirely consumed her.
By 10 moons she had killed her first cat, a rogue that had wandered into Shadowclan territory. To her terror she found she enjoyed it, but soon that momentary terror was drowned out, to the pure bliss she found at having the control of another's life resting in her paws, hers to take when she wished. This feeling grew, and, always being a lover of games, turned into the most dangerous of games. Dangerous for both those around her and to herself if she were ever caught and she became caught up in the thrill of it.
It began slowly, a loner or rogue finding themselves on Shadowclan territory would meet their end. She was careful to hide the bodies where no one would find them, careful to mask the scents. Often she would catch prey and bring it back to that spot, the scent of that animal's blood hiding any other blood that was spilt. She would find strong smelling herbs and roll in them before the kill, effectively taking her scent out of the picture.
Then it began to escalate, an elder out for a stroll in the sunlight to stretch their limbs. Later they would be found dead, having fallen from something or some other seemingly accidental death. She was always careful, not to take lives within her own clan too close together or to kill a cat whose death would be seen as suspicious. She took more then one life in battle, both of cat's inside and outside her clan, leading them away from the battle, separating them and moving to an area unseen by any others but still close enough to the battle that it wouldn't seem unlikely for them to have been fighting there at some point.
At twelve moons she was made a warrior, her deeds still unknown to the clan. But its becoming harder to control her insatiable need to kill. The game is getting more dangerous for everyone involved and one slip up could spell disaster.
†They gave me this affliction I yield to my addiction I can'trepress myself
Deathcall [Lonetear]
She-cat | 15 moons | Bright Green | Black and White | Cold | Manipulative | Deceiving
††††
Don't they know I'm a predator?
Don't they know they are the prey?
Don't they know I'm a predator?
Don't they know I'm insane?
Don't they know they are the prey?
Don't they know I'm a predator?
Don't they know I'm insane?
