Post by .:Lion:. on Jan 30, 2011 18:47:33 GMT -5
Name: Cursedangel
Age: 15 moons
Gender: Female
Clan: SkyClan
Position: Warrior
Description: Cursedangel is a silver/dark tabby she-cat. She has hazy grey eyes that make cats think she is blind (she isn’t). She has large, well-rounded ears and a long, silky tail that shows her mother’s breeding. Her stripes are a deep ebony that curl up towards her necks like claws. The stripes on her shoulders are ragged and thick, like feathers making up a pair of wings across her back. A thin, snake-like black stripe runs down the center of her face, ending at her nose. She has a slim, flattering build. Her left forepaw is black, as is her tail. She has a long scar that runs across her throat, and appears to have been made by claws. It’s also strangely stretched and old-looking – probably an injury when she was young. The only other odd thing about her is a long red sliver in her left eye that strikes through her pupil.
Personality: Cursedangel is distant and cold. She rarely speaks, and is often thought of a mute because of her lack of communication to others. She is rarely emotional – in fact, she always has the same expressionless look on her face and monotonous inflection in her rarely-used voice. The only times she ever shows emotion is when her sister or her own safety is involved, and even then only when she is angered. Cursedangel is upset easily, and has both a stubborn and bitter side to her. She does not grow attached to anyone easily (rarely at all), and hates those that dare to hurt her sister in any way. Cursedangel holds grudges – once an enemy always an enemy. She is temperamental and is known to be both intense and ferocious. She is not afraid to hurt to protect herself or her sister.
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Name: Lilithnight
Age: 15 moons
Gender: Female
Clan: SkyClan
Position: Warrior
Description: Lilithnight is a bit smaller than her sister and has white patches instead of black. Her eyes are a piercing blue. She has long limbs and a sleek build, like Cursedangel. Similar to her sister, she also has an arched nose-bridge and defined forehead that shows her mother’s blood. Lilithnight has a long, feathery-furred tail, and large, lynx-like ears. Her fur is soft and slightly longer than her sister’s. She has white paws and a crisscrossed white snip up her forehead. Her fur is grey like Cursedangel’s. She also has scars, though hers are slight and run across her shoulders and neck. They look more recent than Cursedangel’s.
Personality: Lilithnight is quiet and a bit shy, though she’s gentle and kind. She is often frightened by cats she doesn’t know, especially toms, and it takes her a little while to learn to trust someone. But she is a loyal friend and hates to think badly of cats, even if she feels uncomfortable around them. Lilithnight is very fond of her sister, and understands that Cursedangel trusts no one. Therefore, she tries to be polite and friendly in her sister’s stead – especially since it’s mostly her fault that Cursedangel is like that. Lilithnight is easily frightened and not a very good fighter. She can be uncharacteristically stubborn, though. She hates being asked questions about her past and rarely speaks of it, especially around Cursedangel. Some situations that remind her of past traumas also cause her to grow panicky and crazed. In these situations, only Cursedangel knows what to do to calm her.
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History: Cleo was a purebred Angora, a princess of her Twoleg nest and the surrounding neighborhood. She won awards at cat shows, was constantly pampered. She’d been told by her stern mother that she was better than other cats. Still, Cleo just wanted to be accepted. When Cleo’s mother died, she took to spending more time in the garden. One day, Cleo was sitting on her fence watching the forest and surrounding gardens, when a young cat that lived next door burst out of the brush, running to his garden and into his house, a small tinkling sound following him. Cleo watched as he disappeared, baffled. Then a dark tom burst from the forest, panting, his eyes filled with fire. He saw Cleo and was breath taken by her beauty, as she knew all toms were. But instead of flirting with her and asking her what she was called, he asked her if she knew where the young cat had gone. Before Cleo could reply, her neighbor, Jasmine, came and said that she would never talk to a lowly stray like the tom. Jasmine tried to seduce him away with her, but he remained and asked Cleo again, ignoring Jasmine’s flirting, where the cat had gone. Cleo was tired of Jasmine mouthing her off as a spoiled brat (even if she knew she really was). So she went to the young cat’s nest and offered him a trade – her catmint toy for the bell that the dark tom said belonged to his sister. She got the bell and brought it back for the tom. Jasmine was disgusted with her efforts to help someone, saying that she was probably thinking herself all high and mighty. She tried to get the handsome tom to follow her but he refused. Annoyed, Jasmine left.
For the next few days, the tom returned to talk with Cleo. Instead of flirting or trying to get close to her, he just talked. Cleo started to feel intrigued about this mysterious tom. One day he asked her to meet him by the large oak in the forest at moonhigh. She knew her mother would hate what she was doing, but Cleo agreed to meet him. There he told her that he wanted to get to know her better. He told her that his name was Ghoul, and told her about the death of his sister, and how he had never felt for anyone or anything since. “But I feel something for you,” he said, and Cleo told him that she didn’t mind being with him. For the next few moons they did everything together. The cats of Cleo’s neighborhood were shocked that she was actually getting close to a tom of such low stature. But Cleo slowly began to develop feelings for Ghoul, and then she realized that she loved him. She hated when Jasmine tried to steal his attention. Ghoul also loved Cleo, and hated the toms that chased after her tail and flirted with her. One night, they sat together beneath the full moon. Ghoul told Cleo that he loved her and asked her if she would be his. She looked up and smiled at him. “Forever,” she said. He touched his nose to hers, and the two became mates beneath the light of the moon.
Cleo became nervous when she realized that she was pregnant with Ghoul’s kits. But when she told him, he was overjoyed. He became very protective of her, and would rarely miss an opportunity to be beside her. One day, when she was fairly far along, she waited for him by her garden fence. When he didn’t show, she went to their meeting place by the old oak. Still, nothing. She waited for hours in the cold until finally she went home, dejected. Ghoul didn’t appear for the next few days. Finally she went looking for him. She wandered along the alleys and streets a long time, until she was fairly lost. She was afraid but kept going. Then she found him. His eyes were open to the sky, his expression blank. He’d died on a Thunderpath, crossing it to reach her. Cleo stayed by him and sobbed, feeling her heart breaking. She didn’t go back to her nest, even if she could have found it. She went into a small old wooden box and laid there, heartsick, for many days. Then she found she was going to have the kits. She was very weak. Cleo managed to make it to her Twoleg nest, but collapsed outside on the lawn. Jasmine came and found her. She yowled loudly and Cleo’s Twoleg came. She was taken to the vet, where she gave birth to three kits – two females and a male. The male was stillborn, and Cleo wept over it, for it looked exactly like Ghoul. The two girls were grey tabbies, and looked very much alike. She named the one that resembled Ghoul more in facial features Curse, and the runt of the litter Lilith, feeling that demons had stolen her mate and her little tomkit away from her. She was not affectionate towards her kits, but melancholy and distant. The two kits grew close, feeling their mother’s despair. Curse felt it all the more, since every look at her reminded Cleo of her father.
When the two kits were old enough, Cleo turned them out of the house, telling them that they ought to remain together and they never would at home. So the two wandered for many moons, relying only on each other. They settled down in a small alley, living in a holed out nook of an old Twoleg nest. Lilith was very beautiful and amiable. It wasn’t a surprise when she found a young tom interested in her. The tom’s name was Scythe. He was loud-mouthed and full of big words. But when Lilith refused to run off with him, he grew violent and beat her. Lilith couldn’t separate herself from him because she loved him, even if he was cruel to her. He’d always say such sweet things to her after he clawed her, and she would always like the wounds clean so Curse wouldn’t ask questions. But Curse began to suspect. She confronted Scythe, and drove him away. Lilith wouldn’t talk to Curse for a long time. The two separated, though Curse longed to be with her sister again. She met a tom named Rook that agreed to help her find her sister. He was always nice and gentle and she began to forget Scythe and his treatment of her sister. But Rook was as rotten as Scythe had been, and after getting tired of waiting for Curse to soften towards him completely, he grew forceful with her then abandoned her. At a very young age, Curse wandered the world, alone and broken. Lilith, meanwhile, spent almost all her time trying to find her sister again. She was afraid and lonely without Curse. Then she found her, sitting in the rain with her head bowed. Even from a distance, Lilith could tell it was her. She ran up and called out a greeting and was surprised when Curse didn’t move. Was she wrong? Was it some other cat that resembled her sister? Or did Curse bear a grudge against her? As she neared, she saw it really was Curse. She looked down and froze. At her sister’s paws lay two kits, tiny and fragile and very still. Curse turned, her eyes filled with grief, and said, “I lost them.”
The two sisters understood each other from that day on. They understood one another’s pain, in different ways. Lilith had heard of SkyClan and prompted her sister to join. But even after they became apprentices, Cursedpaw could find no meaning in life, nothing to keep her going. She would have nightmares about her two dead kits and would wake up sobbing. Lilithpaw tried to comfort her sister, and it pained her to watch Cursedpaw fall slowly into despair and then into total indifference. But she understood that Cursedpaw was still hurting. She just wouldn’t show it. Lilithnight and Cursedangel received their names, and have been a part of SkyClan ever since.
