Post by hemoglobin on Jan 17, 2011 13:36:42 GMT -5
Name: Python
Clan: Loner
Age: 24 moons
Rank: N/A
Gender: Tom
Physical Description: Python is a medium-size tuxedo and faintly tortoise shell tom with an unnatural pigment in his chromatic husk. In spite of his name, his crust is guised with haphazard embellishments conceived to contrive phenomenal garnishes that apprehend his mellow slough. Despite the many ominous smudges that domineer his lacquer, which may be perceived as lurid slurs, they grant his with beguiling and enchanting beauty, for they bear an alluring style, even thought they’re completely opaque. By his paunches, however, these smirches bisect to forge turgid and graceful blemishes with a contrasting tincture. They often boost for they are imbued in a caliginous and aphotic dye, in alternation with his askew pimples that are deluged with ivory white, which are coalesced with light tan tinges. His pelt’s core is drenched by a lustrous umbrage that retains bleached and ashened hues, totally hidden by the darkness of his pelt. They collate greatly with his smirches but that only brews more glamour and ravishment to this tom. Python’s face has a diverse number of drams that originated from the rest in his body. They are crammed with discrepant saturations that match the other mantlings in the rest of her pelt and bestow him with even more perplexity and magnetism. This young ‘vindicator’ also flaunts with his behemoth eyes that are eminent in his face. They acquiesce with her jacket’s color and mirror any complexion that he scrutinizes. They are infused with beguiling and bewitching shades of cerulean, cobalt, and turquoise. His eyes have such a bewildering and astounding cast and beam they appear to alternate when Python’s mourning. But they diminish remarkably when the moon’s kilowatts hurl and sling upon them, they seem to crotch into crimps and billows, but also fluctuate into a different chartreuse and jade dye, and eventually (which may only be an optical effect), into amethyst or mauve trifles that gleam as delightfully as any other colors his gaze may own. Overall, this young rogue and former warrior is substantially a stupendous and audacious cougar with an attractive appearance.
Picture: [Kit] [Apprentice] [Warrior]
Personality: Python’s appearance depicts and limns his character. This handsome tom is spontaneous and gregarious, always ardent and craving to serve his clanmates and StarClan. He’s clement and indulgent and delights others with his altruistic personality. He’s benevolent with feeble creatures and his heart is crammed with mercy and affection. Thought because of his appearance and epic many usually perceive his as a distraught and bloodthirsty warrior but he’s nothing like that. Or at least not in his past life. He emblematizes pliancy and decorum in spite of her faintly resembling vehemence in his demeanor. As well, he’s also eminent because of her congenial and benignant penchant. Python is always earnest and keen in hunting patrols and cherishes to com measure with outlandish clanners, loners, and rogues, and always had a great deal of attention in his clan, specially on Gatherings. However, as gorgeous as this tom may seem, he once had an atrocious and taunting sash that was the leaven of him to join the rogues. He is unable to deceit anybody, even the most obnoxious and revolting cats. He is cursed to tell everybody the truth about every single question he is asked. He can delineate his most secluded and ambiguous secrets to his most loathed one and be unable to notice. Its a jinx that burdened him to resign from his inestimable clan and entwine with the rogues and loners. Such curse still makes him a treacherous and recreant loner, for not a single warrior, or apprentice, or even kit, trusts him. Python always feels rejected by the clan he decided to join but also feels grateful they accepted him, even when all the other clans discarded him. Despite his deplorable social level, no loner has noticed that this tom brings exquisite luck. The charms he issues, however, are diverse in his situation; he’s known for being the most unlucky cat in the forest for only mournful catastrophies have taken place in his life. The only cat that has ever trusted him was Keilah, a former loner, and of course, his sister, Sheelah. But his misfortune percussed him again and his cherished warrior died in a battle. Because of this, Python ripened into a malevolent and pernicious tom, who doesn’t have mercy. Sheelah, his little sister, has been the most wonderful thing that live has ever granted him with. After their parents were slaughtered, he tried to give Sheelah a positive perception of the world in spite of the hideous surroundings and dwellings they were forced to life on. He has never loved anybody more than her, not even his mother. But, because he loved her so much, he knew that he was her only weakness. Sheelah became a ThunderClanner and even in ThunderClan, she wasn’t save. As much as he loathed relinquishing her, he had no choice, for in order to attack her, they would destroy him, which would destroy her. So, the tom joined the homogeneous loners, mostly because of that reason. He’s respectful with the loners but cloaks from them his deleterious character, in spite of his benevolent and supple nature.
Name: Sheelah
Clan: TrueClan
Age: 34 moons
Rank: Warrior
Gender: She-Cat
Physical Appearance: Sheelah is a majestic and lovely creamy white she-cat with a jacket as pulchritudinous and ivory as a cloud. No smudges protrude from the perfect pearly keister she inherited, croaking all possible relationship or comparison with her brother. Her regal looking figure stands strong as if StarClan knew her fate and painted her to look just like she does. Prey are unaware of her milky fur coming closer and closer to them from the shelter of dirt around her. Her motions are ghostly. In the cloack of Silverpelt she slinks through as if a phantom amongst the living. Her dainty paws are careful not to touch upon the woodland floor to announce her arrival. Her majestic shape retains both beauty and desire. She poses with a lingered grace no other cat could be able to obtain. With a gleaming pelt like hers, survival is complicated in the flourised time of leafbare. Yet, unlike most cats, she’s acute and takes advantage of her surroundings. When leafbare hits, her beauteous power rises to its highest peak; using her ivory jacket to camuflague with the snow she summons prey only accessible by a magician. Her coat is thick, giving her no vulnerability during winter. Her muscles are an equipment no other could have. They don’t deformate her appalling frame but actually comprise it with hyaline outlines that give her a distinguished look. At quick glance, she seems to have no muscles at all but her appearance is deceiving. She glides noiselessly in her path for she knows, from moons of experience, that one could not be overconfident in their own territory. Her strides are powerful and well suited for swimming, a quality she earned as a RiverClanner. Her agile movements are like that of a ballet dancer on stage, making her hard to get a hold of. Her brilliant tactics often disarm her opponents, making them susceptible to his own blood shedding battle cry. Her most powerful weapon, however, is her tail. Unlike most cats, she uses her long tail as her main onslaught. Her curling balance is used to properly evade any enemy offense as she maneuvers it into a type of defensive motion. Then, with another piece of wisdom, she turns his body again to collide into another body in a harmless tackle. After all, Sheelah doesn’t approve of killing. Her whiskers quiver every time she sences danger something that has aided her on several ocations. Her eyes are probably her most mysterious feature. She does not have the magnificant beryl orbs Python has but instead has an sparkling malachite gaze. They hide wonders none have witnessed and anguished none have experienced. Rummors cruise about they being Krestelstar’s eyes granted to her after his death. They are probably true since she often bestows visions of wars she never fought in or prey she never caught and either yet, they seem familiar. They have a slit of red, slightly orange pygment. Though, these beautiful emerald irises contain a dimness within them… as if some bereavement still lays in her heart.
Picture: [Kit] [Apprentice] [Warrior]
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Personality: Benignance and ravishment elucidate Sheelah’s character. Unlike her brother’s hypocrite charisma, this alluring femcat inveigles others with her delighting appearance and prodigious personality. Of course, she’s only charming when she wants to or when its convenient for her or her cherished brother. When she’s not under the peer pressure of her clan, she’s a fervid and stubborn cat. She speaks out her mind without really caring about the consequences and fires insults at the top of her tongue. She likes independence and avoids being dependant on others. She neglects others’ opinions, unless its her clan’s leader or any other cat having a high rank. She did not inherit the wits of her mother, which were instead passed down to Python. She apprehended the malevolence of her father. But blended with her personality, its just a type of virulence, which has obliged her on doing anything she pleases. That, plus her demeanour, has broken many hearts of other toms. Her beauty is something others render as ignorance and sassyness but she is none of that. She took her wisdom with her throughout the path of life. Moving in a stride along the rotten road, she walked the boulevard with her eyes witnessing the pain of others’ all around her. The agony of mortality, the mourning of death, the decomposing sickness of revenge, the flames of abhorrence, the terror of the silhouettes, the wails of loneliness… But despite these horrid atrocities, she has perceived the joys and vibrant beams of sunshine that always pierce through those dawning storm clouds. She has seen the love between a she-cat and her mate. The birth of a queen to her first litter of kits, a miracle given to each cat only by the hand of Starclan, brings a warming glow into her chest. Each time she watched the loving tongue of the new mother bathe her kit he could not help but let tears enter the pockets of her eyes. When she saw a warrior, frozen by terror before, jump into to defend one of his / her’s closest friends, that is what she admired. Regardless of all this wisdom of the gifts and sins of each path of life, she does little to voice it. Sheelah acts with insolence, haughtiness, and egoism in every environment she lives on. None, in exception of her brother, truly know how she is. She also masks her knowledge and sentiments, but not because she is weak, but because she wants to desist weakness. That, in many sences, is the biggest classification of vulnerability; eluding your fears. But no, Sheelah is strong and wise enough to face them. It is her wisdom that makes her shield her tireless diligence. She has learned that, in the rogue territory she has lived, showing benevolence can be your Aquiles’ talon. She scorns any contact with the soul within her and just displays her raging side for the protection of her brother and herself. She knows its wrong and wishes to return to her clan life where everything was allowed. But alas, once you join the rogues, there are few ways of escaping them. They’re like the Mafia –you gleefully join them, anxious to learn their secrets. They broaden many to you, or what you think is many. But its enough with one secret. If you plan on deserting them, they’d track you down until they destroy you piece by piece for betraying them. As a rogue, she was often a prefered member and was used on many berate against the clan cats. And to bring her down, they’d begin with her most nebbish angle, Python, the one she has loved the most. Her bigger, yet tiny, brother, who has understood her, cared for her, and has granted her with views of beauty no other has seen. She grieved when he separated from her to join SilenceClan like she has never grieved before. Sheelah has blamed Keilah for his departure, for she knows Python is too sensible to suffer another sentimental lose, like Keilah’s. But part of her is blissful, for without Python, she has no weakness, giving full protection to her brother. However, safety is something she doesn’t care about so often. Joining TrueClan has flourished new hopes in her heart. She knows that soon, she and Python will return to their life as RiverClanners, for it is the place where they truly belong, below the realms of StarClan. Sheelah has never stopped hoping or having faith and the power with it has kept her burnished soul intact.
History: Python and Sheelah were the result of a forbidden romance between RiverClan’s former leader, Rosestar and ShadowClan’s deceased commander, Krestrelstar. The two had meet during a gathering when they were mere warriors. Despite the complicated relationships their both clans had, they found sympathy in each other. Their personalities were also very contrasting and they each reflected their clans main dynamism. But, like the famous quote says, ‘Opposite poles attract’ their love wasn’t impossible and it happened in their case. Rosestar, formerly Rosethorn, symbolized bewitchment and sage, not to mention unceasable beauty. Krestelstar, formerly Krestelclaw, however, represented malevolence and resentment, and was also charecterized for owning an incredible discerning mind. Their relationship began roughly for both of them loathed each other. Influence and unbearable pressure from their clans desisted any possible contact between them. The gathering they met they were hassle with each other. RiverClan provoqued ShadowClan by slaughtering the leader’s youngest son, Krestelclaw’s brother, Timberkit. ShadowClan, in revenge, planned to murder Rosethorn, who was the leader’s daughter. They assailed the RiverClan camp and thrusted her into the rapid and abominable currents of the river. Unable to swin and completely hopeless, Rosethorn fainted. But, between the cats she’d never expected to do it, Krestelclaw saved her life. From then on, the young couple developed an alluring and ferocious liaison. Their love was so strong that no RiverClan or ShadowClan blitz ever impinged them. Under StarClan they promised each other to never stop hoping and, if by any chance they became their clans’ leaders, they would to what they could to refrain the war. Moons kept passing and RiverClan’s and ShadowClan’s problems increased. RiverClan’s borders were guarded by warriors who would never allow any tresspasser and would gladly culminate its life. ShadowClan did the same, pitiless with any strangers. Rosethorn’s and Krestelclaw’s love was precarious. They were separated for moons and moons and parallely succeeded in life. Rosethorn became deputy after her mother, Twinklestar, died. Kresteclaw’s father, Goldenstar, who was two hundred and ten moons old, was killed by a RiverClan raid and murdered by Twinklestar helself. Krestelclaw managed to become deputy and once his father died he became Krestelstar. He, as he once had promised Rosethorn, would do what ever he could to cease the quarrels and hostility between RiverClan and ShadowClan. Many ShadowClanners also wanted the war to end but many others were full of pride and wanted revenge against RiverClan. They were as violent and demoniac as the clan’s prior leader and when Krestelclaw rose to power they commented how weak and vulnerable he was. He was never perturbed by their crudeness and felt satisfied by simply being supported by the other ShadowClanners. Krestelstar was determined on accomplishing his promise since his love for Rosethorn was burning his heart. However, even though he had a rapid change of rank, his cherished mate had more problems. The recently appointed leader, Nightstar, was a pugnacious and belligerent feline who guided her clan with her egoism and arrogance. Krestelstar constantly tried to culminate their issues but she only responded by sending the RiverClan warriors to war. She received no advice from Rosethorn who desperately tried to help. She disdained the assistance of any other cat, in exception for her mate, Bloodstreak, whom many called, ‘The Reaper of Terror’. Just as his nickname suggested, Bloodstreak was probably more atrocious and sinful as Nightstar. Their heinous personalities attracted each other despite their viperous selves. Yet, Bloodstreak felt an attraction for Rosethorn and in some cases tried to convince Nightstar on listening to her deputy. Nightstar was oblivious to their suggestions and insulted Rosethorn indirectly. Bloodstreak, blinded in rage, created a plan to annihilate Nightstar. By stealing some fatal berries from Snowlily, RiverClan’s medicine cat back then, he began his plot. During one of the raids between ShadowClan and RiverClan, he threatened a ShadowClanner to slash Nightstar’s pelt. Nightstar never battled; she always observed the battles from a safe and faraway spot where she couldn’t be harmed. Bloodstreak knew her hiding place so he made the ShadowClanner injure her. Nightstar, astounded by the attack, couldn’t react and seeked for the Reaper of Terror’s help. He willingly sustained her by giving her some cob webs which held the poisonous nightshade berry. Nightstar ate the medicine, ignoring the venom it concealed. Destiny didn’t give her more chances and heartbeats after she digested it, she fell to the ground, perished. After the battle, Bloodstreak announced her death with hypocrite emotions. His plan had succeeded and now, Rosethorn would become RiverClan’s leader. Not many days passed until Rosethorn became Rosestar which triggered many feelings in Bloodstreak’s heart. Despite their indifferent relationship, he was anxious to tell Rosestar what he had done for her. But destiny didn’t give him an opportunity either. On Rosestar’s clan ceremony, the Reaper of Terror was meandering by the river and was murdered by a badger. Rosestar never found out what he had done for her and never understood Nightstar’s sudden death but those things became irrelevant for her. She was only interested in solving the conflicts between her clan and Krestelstar’s. Working together, they were able to sort their ideals out until they were in peace. This process was complicated. It took more than thirty moons to be completely executed. It always made the couple’s bond increase but their love had to be hidden to protect each other from the consequences of the sacred code. Either yet, their love was strong, and they found a way to be together. Shortly after the peace between their clans Rosestar gave birth to a couple of kits. Twins, a female and a male, who were born on a merciless ice storm near the RiverClan camp. Snowlily secretly helped her and the kits survived. The couple couldn’t bear the thought of deserting their kits but they couldn’t renounce from their clans. Not having a single rogue or loner relative since they were both pure bloods to take care of them, they decided to leave their kits to Snowlily temporarily. However, she had a better idea. One morning she brought the kits to the river and left them there. Then, having the power of a temporary deputy, she assigned a hunting patrol to guard the river. The hunting patrol found the kits and brought them to the territory. Rosestar understood the plan and offered to take care of the kits. Snowlily had solved the kits’ security but had separated them from their father. The kits grew in the RiverClan camp being only raised by Rosestar and Snowlily. Their mother didn’t give them a typical warrior name. She knew they belonged to ShadowClan as much as they belonged to RiverClan so she granted them with the names Krestelstar and her had always spoken about. The tom, timid and tender, was called Python. The she-cat, extrovert and charming, was called Sheelah. Moons passed and they grew rapidly, never knowing who their parents were. Rosestar couldn’t tell them the truth or they would be expulsed from RiverClan. Snowlily was as silent as a grave. Yet, they always felt Rosethorn was their mother and believed their father was out there, waiting. On a starry night, Krestelstar decided to trespass the RiverClan camp to get a glimpse of his kits. Rosestar received him and the four gathered in a clearing. They told their darlings their story and for a couple of minutes they lived the live they had always wanted to live. But heartbeats later, a raging band of ShadowClanners ambushed them. Krestelstar sacrificed himself to save Rosestar’s life, which was later lost after she sacrificed to save their kits. Python and Sheelah ran away into the RiverClan camp to find Snowlily, but the ShadowClanners came earlier. They slaughtered her as well, leaving the siblings no place to live or no companion to be with. While they simply had the age of apprentices, they were forced to live as outcasts between the loners and rogues. Both of them were very fraternal and benign which each other and subsequently bestowed each other's contemplations. It kept them together, in spite of the harsh environment they lived in. They were forced to be grisly with their clan mates and with any other innocent soul. Their personalities were molded, both positively and negatively. After a rebellious clan called PlagueClan was founded, they did not hesitate on joining, despite their natural unsocial personality. In his new clan, Python meet the love of his life, Keilah, a young and beautiful calico femcat. Bewitched by her charm and innocence, Python was her humble servant. Keilah never gave him affection for she was as bashful as he was. But a tiny restraint was siring between them. Python and Keilah later became a couple in the midst of PlagueClan’s raid. Because of the clan’s instability and assassins their relationship didn’t last for long. After a quarrel, Keilah was kidnapped by a ThunderClanner to never be heard of again. Python hadn’t recovered from the death of his parents and Keilah’s disappearance was the least of the torments he needed to be miserable. Neglecting Sheelah’s urge to join the recently created ThunderClan, Python remained as a rogue, eventually becoming a loner.
Clan: Loner
Age: 24 moons
Rank: N/A
Gender: Tom
Physical Description: Python is a medium-size tuxedo and faintly tortoise shell tom with an unnatural pigment in his chromatic husk. In spite of his name, his crust is guised with haphazard embellishments conceived to contrive phenomenal garnishes that apprehend his mellow slough. Despite the many ominous smudges that domineer his lacquer, which may be perceived as lurid slurs, they grant his with beguiling and enchanting beauty, for they bear an alluring style, even thought they’re completely opaque. By his paunches, however, these smirches bisect to forge turgid and graceful blemishes with a contrasting tincture. They often boost for they are imbued in a caliginous and aphotic dye, in alternation with his askew pimples that are deluged with ivory white, which are coalesced with light tan tinges. His pelt’s core is drenched by a lustrous umbrage that retains bleached and ashened hues, totally hidden by the darkness of his pelt. They collate greatly with his smirches but that only brews more glamour and ravishment to this tom. Python’s face has a diverse number of drams that originated from the rest in his body. They are crammed with discrepant saturations that match the other mantlings in the rest of her pelt and bestow him with even more perplexity and magnetism. This young ‘vindicator’ also flaunts with his behemoth eyes that are eminent in his face. They acquiesce with her jacket’s color and mirror any complexion that he scrutinizes. They are infused with beguiling and bewitching shades of cerulean, cobalt, and turquoise. His eyes have such a bewildering and astounding cast and beam they appear to alternate when Python’s mourning. But they diminish remarkably when the moon’s kilowatts hurl and sling upon them, they seem to crotch into crimps and billows, but also fluctuate into a different chartreuse and jade dye, and eventually (which may only be an optical effect), into amethyst or mauve trifles that gleam as delightfully as any other colors his gaze may own. Overall, this young rogue and former warrior is substantially a stupendous and audacious cougar with an attractive appearance.
Picture: [Kit] [Apprentice] [Warrior]
Personality: Python’s appearance depicts and limns his character. This handsome tom is spontaneous and gregarious, always ardent and craving to serve his clanmates and StarClan. He’s clement and indulgent and delights others with his altruistic personality. He’s benevolent with feeble creatures and his heart is crammed with mercy and affection. Thought because of his appearance and epic many usually perceive his as a distraught and bloodthirsty warrior but he’s nothing like that. Or at least not in his past life. He emblematizes pliancy and decorum in spite of her faintly resembling vehemence in his demeanor. As well, he’s also eminent because of her congenial and benignant penchant. Python is always earnest and keen in hunting patrols and cherishes to com measure with outlandish clanners, loners, and rogues, and always had a great deal of attention in his clan, specially on Gatherings. However, as gorgeous as this tom may seem, he once had an atrocious and taunting sash that was the leaven of him to join the rogues. He is unable to deceit anybody, even the most obnoxious and revolting cats. He is cursed to tell everybody the truth about every single question he is asked. He can delineate his most secluded and ambiguous secrets to his most loathed one and be unable to notice. Its a jinx that burdened him to resign from his inestimable clan and entwine with the rogues and loners. Such curse still makes him a treacherous and recreant loner, for not a single warrior, or apprentice, or even kit, trusts him. Python always feels rejected by the clan he decided to join but also feels grateful they accepted him, even when all the other clans discarded him. Despite his deplorable social level, no loner has noticed that this tom brings exquisite luck. The charms he issues, however, are diverse in his situation; he’s known for being the most unlucky cat in the forest for only mournful catastrophies have taken place in his life. The only cat that has ever trusted him was Keilah, a former loner, and of course, his sister, Sheelah. But his misfortune percussed him again and his cherished warrior died in a battle. Because of this, Python ripened into a malevolent and pernicious tom, who doesn’t have mercy. Sheelah, his little sister, has been the most wonderful thing that live has ever granted him with. After their parents were slaughtered, he tried to give Sheelah a positive perception of the world in spite of the hideous surroundings and dwellings they were forced to life on. He has never loved anybody more than her, not even his mother. But, because he loved her so much, he knew that he was her only weakness. Sheelah became a ThunderClanner and even in ThunderClan, she wasn’t save. As much as he loathed relinquishing her, he had no choice, for in order to attack her, they would destroy him, which would destroy her. So, the tom joined the homogeneous loners, mostly because of that reason. He’s respectful with the loners but cloaks from them his deleterious character, in spite of his benevolent and supple nature.
Name: Sheelah
Clan: TrueClan
Age: 34 moons
Rank: Warrior
Gender: She-Cat
Physical Appearance: Sheelah is a majestic and lovely creamy white she-cat with a jacket as pulchritudinous and ivory as a cloud. No smudges protrude from the perfect pearly keister she inherited, croaking all possible relationship or comparison with her brother. Her regal looking figure stands strong as if StarClan knew her fate and painted her to look just like she does. Prey are unaware of her milky fur coming closer and closer to them from the shelter of dirt around her. Her motions are ghostly. In the cloack of Silverpelt she slinks through as if a phantom amongst the living. Her dainty paws are careful not to touch upon the woodland floor to announce her arrival. Her majestic shape retains both beauty and desire. She poses with a lingered grace no other cat could be able to obtain. With a gleaming pelt like hers, survival is complicated in the flourised time of leafbare. Yet, unlike most cats, she’s acute and takes advantage of her surroundings. When leafbare hits, her beauteous power rises to its highest peak; using her ivory jacket to camuflague with the snow she summons prey only accessible by a magician. Her coat is thick, giving her no vulnerability during winter. Her muscles are an equipment no other could have. They don’t deformate her appalling frame but actually comprise it with hyaline outlines that give her a distinguished look. At quick glance, she seems to have no muscles at all but her appearance is deceiving. She glides noiselessly in her path for she knows, from moons of experience, that one could not be overconfident in their own territory. Her strides are powerful and well suited for swimming, a quality she earned as a RiverClanner. Her agile movements are like that of a ballet dancer on stage, making her hard to get a hold of. Her brilliant tactics often disarm her opponents, making them susceptible to his own blood shedding battle cry. Her most powerful weapon, however, is her tail. Unlike most cats, she uses her long tail as her main onslaught. Her curling balance is used to properly evade any enemy offense as she maneuvers it into a type of defensive motion. Then, with another piece of wisdom, she turns his body again to collide into another body in a harmless tackle. After all, Sheelah doesn’t approve of killing. Her whiskers quiver every time she sences danger something that has aided her on several ocations. Her eyes are probably her most mysterious feature. She does not have the magnificant beryl orbs Python has but instead has an sparkling malachite gaze. They hide wonders none have witnessed and anguished none have experienced. Rummors cruise about they being Krestelstar’s eyes granted to her after his death. They are probably true since she often bestows visions of wars she never fought in or prey she never caught and either yet, they seem familiar. They have a slit of red, slightly orange pygment. Though, these beautiful emerald irises contain a dimness within them… as if some bereavement still lays in her heart.
Picture: [Kit] [Apprentice] [Warrior]
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Personality: Benignance and ravishment elucidate Sheelah’s character. Unlike her brother’s hypocrite charisma, this alluring femcat inveigles others with her delighting appearance and prodigious personality. Of course, she’s only charming when she wants to or when its convenient for her or her cherished brother. When she’s not under the peer pressure of her clan, she’s a fervid and stubborn cat. She speaks out her mind without really caring about the consequences and fires insults at the top of her tongue. She likes independence and avoids being dependant on others. She neglects others’ opinions, unless its her clan’s leader or any other cat having a high rank. She did not inherit the wits of her mother, which were instead passed down to Python. She apprehended the malevolence of her father. But blended with her personality, its just a type of virulence, which has obliged her on doing anything she pleases. That, plus her demeanour, has broken many hearts of other toms. Her beauty is something others render as ignorance and sassyness but she is none of that. She took her wisdom with her throughout the path of life. Moving in a stride along the rotten road, she walked the boulevard with her eyes witnessing the pain of others’ all around her. The agony of mortality, the mourning of death, the decomposing sickness of revenge, the flames of abhorrence, the terror of the silhouettes, the wails of loneliness… But despite these horrid atrocities, she has perceived the joys and vibrant beams of sunshine that always pierce through those dawning storm clouds. She has seen the love between a she-cat and her mate. The birth of a queen to her first litter of kits, a miracle given to each cat only by the hand of Starclan, brings a warming glow into her chest. Each time she watched the loving tongue of the new mother bathe her kit he could not help but let tears enter the pockets of her eyes. When she saw a warrior, frozen by terror before, jump into to defend one of his / her’s closest friends, that is what she admired. Regardless of all this wisdom of the gifts and sins of each path of life, she does little to voice it. Sheelah acts with insolence, haughtiness, and egoism in every environment she lives on. None, in exception of her brother, truly know how she is. She also masks her knowledge and sentiments, but not because she is weak, but because she wants to desist weakness. That, in many sences, is the biggest classification of vulnerability; eluding your fears. But no, Sheelah is strong and wise enough to face them. It is her wisdom that makes her shield her tireless diligence. She has learned that, in the rogue territory she has lived, showing benevolence can be your Aquiles’ talon. She scorns any contact with the soul within her and just displays her raging side for the protection of her brother and herself. She knows its wrong and wishes to return to her clan life where everything was allowed. But alas, once you join the rogues, there are few ways of escaping them. They’re like the Mafia –you gleefully join them, anxious to learn their secrets. They broaden many to you, or what you think is many. But its enough with one secret. If you plan on deserting them, they’d track you down until they destroy you piece by piece for betraying them. As a rogue, she was often a prefered member and was used on many berate against the clan cats. And to bring her down, they’d begin with her most nebbish angle, Python, the one she has loved the most. Her bigger, yet tiny, brother, who has understood her, cared for her, and has granted her with views of beauty no other has seen. She grieved when he separated from her to join SilenceClan like she has never grieved before. Sheelah has blamed Keilah for his departure, for she knows Python is too sensible to suffer another sentimental lose, like Keilah’s. But part of her is blissful, for without Python, she has no weakness, giving full protection to her brother. However, safety is something she doesn’t care about so often. Joining TrueClan has flourished new hopes in her heart. She knows that soon, she and Python will return to their life as RiverClanners, for it is the place where they truly belong, below the realms of StarClan. Sheelah has never stopped hoping or having faith and the power with it has kept her burnished soul intact.
History: Python and Sheelah were the result of a forbidden romance between RiverClan’s former leader, Rosestar and ShadowClan’s deceased commander, Krestrelstar. The two had meet during a gathering when they were mere warriors. Despite the complicated relationships their both clans had, they found sympathy in each other. Their personalities were also very contrasting and they each reflected their clans main dynamism. But, like the famous quote says, ‘Opposite poles attract’ their love wasn’t impossible and it happened in their case. Rosestar, formerly Rosethorn, symbolized bewitchment and sage, not to mention unceasable beauty. Krestelstar, formerly Krestelclaw, however, represented malevolence and resentment, and was also charecterized for owning an incredible discerning mind. Their relationship began roughly for both of them loathed each other. Influence and unbearable pressure from their clans desisted any possible contact between them. The gathering they met they were hassle with each other. RiverClan provoqued ShadowClan by slaughtering the leader’s youngest son, Krestelclaw’s brother, Timberkit. ShadowClan, in revenge, planned to murder Rosethorn, who was the leader’s daughter. They assailed the RiverClan camp and thrusted her into the rapid and abominable currents of the river. Unable to swin and completely hopeless, Rosethorn fainted. But, between the cats she’d never expected to do it, Krestelclaw saved her life. From then on, the young couple developed an alluring and ferocious liaison. Their love was so strong that no RiverClan or ShadowClan blitz ever impinged them. Under StarClan they promised each other to never stop hoping and, if by any chance they became their clans’ leaders, they would to what they could to refrain the war. Moons kept passing and RiverClan’s and ShadowClan’s problems increased. RiverClan’s borders were guarded by warriors who would never allow any tresspasser and would gladly culminate its life. ShadowClan did the same, pitiless with any strangers. Rosethorn’s and Krestelclaw’s love was precarious. They were separated for moons and moons and parallely succeeded in life. Rosethorn became deputy after her mother, Twinklestar, died. Kresteclaw’s father, Goldenstar, who was two hundred and ten moons old, was killed by a RiverClan raid and murdered by Twinklestar helself. Krestelclaw managed to become deputy and once his father died he became Krestelstar. He, as he once had promised Rosethorn, would do what ever he could to cease the quarrels and hostility between RiverClan and ShadowClan. Many ShadowClanners also wanted the war to end but many others were full of pride and wanted revenge against RiverClan. They were as violent and demoniac as the clan’s prior leader and when Krestelclaw rose to power they commented how weak and vulnerable he was. He was never perturbed by their crudeness and felt satisfied by simply being supported by the other ShadowClanners. Krestelstar was determined on accomplishing his promise since his love for Rosethorn was burning his heart. However, even though he had a rapid change of rank, his cherished mate had more problems. The recently appointed leader, Nightstar, was a pugnacious and belligerent feline who guided her clan with her egoism and arrogance. Krestelstar constantly tried to culminate their issues but she only responded by sending the RiverClan warriors to war. She received no advice from Rosethorn who desperately tried to help. She disdained the assistance of any other cat, in exception for her mate, Bloodstreak, whom many called, ‘The Reaper of Terror’. Just as his nickname suggested, Bloodstreak was probably more atrocious and sinful as Nightstar. Their heinous personalities attracted each other despite their viperous selves. Yet, Bloodstreak felt an attraction for Rosethorn and in some cases tried to convince Nightstar on listening to her deputy. Nightstar was oblivious to their suggestions and insulted Rosethorn indirectly. Bloodstreak, blinded in rage, created a plan to annihilate Nightstar. By stealing some fatal berries from Snowlily, RiverClan’s medicine cat back then, he began his plot. During one of the raids between ShadowClan and RiverClan, he threatened a ShadowClanner to slash Nightstar’s pelt. Nightstar never battled; she always observed the battles from a safe and faraway spot where she couldn’t be harmed. Bloodstreak knew her hiding place so he made the ShadowClanner injure her. Nightstar, astounded by the attack, couldn’t react and seeked for the Reaper of Terror’s help. He willingly sustained her by giving her some cob webs which held the poisonous nightshade berry. Nightstar ate the medicine, ignoring the venom it concealed. Destiny didn’t give her more chances and heartbeats after she digested it, she fell to the ground, perished. After the battle, Bloodstreak announced her death with hypocrite emotions. His plan had succeeded and now, Rosethorn would become RiverClan’s leader. Not many days passed until Rosethorn became Rosestar which triggered many feelings in Bloodstreak’s heart. Despite their indifferent relationship, he was anxious to tell Rosestar what he had done for her. But destiny didn’t give him an opportunity either. On Rosestar’s clan ceremony, the Reaper of Terror was meandering by the river and was murdered by a badger. Rosestar never found out what he had done for her and never understood Nightstar’s sudden death but those things became irrelevant for her. She was only interested in solving the conflicts between her clan and Krestelstar’s. Working together, they were able to sort their ideals out until they were in peace. This process was complicated. It took more than thirty moons to be completely executed. It always made the couple’s bond increase but their love had to be hidden to protect each other from the consequences of the sacred code. Either yet, their love was strong, and they found a way to be together. Shortly after the peace between their clans Rosestar gave birth to a couple of kits. Twins, a female and a male, who were born on a merciless ice storm near the RiverClan camp. Snowlily secretly helped her and the kits survived. The couple couldn’t bear the thought of deserting their kits but they couldn’t renounce from their clans. Not having a single rogue or loner relative since they were both pure bloods to take care of them, they decided to leave their kits to Snowlily temporarily. However, she had a better idea. One morning she brought the kits to the river and left them there. Then, having the power of a temporary deputy, she assigned a hunting patrol to guard the river. The hunting patrol found the kits and brought them to the territory. Rosestar understood the plan and offered to take care of the kits. Snowlily had solved the kits’ security but had separated them from their father. The kits grew in the RiverClan camp being only raised by Rosestar and Snowlily. Their mother didn’t give them a typical warrior name. She knew they belonged to ShadowClan as much as they belonged to RiverClan so she granted them with the names Krestelstar and her had always spoken about. The tom, timid and tender, was called Python. The she-cat, extrovert and charming, was called Sheelah. Moons passed and they grew rapidly, never knowing who their parents were. Rosestar couldn’t tell them the truth or they would be expulsed from RiverClan. Snowlily was as silent as a grave. Yet, they always felt Rosethorn was their mother and believed their father was out there, waiting. On a starry night, Krestelstar decided to trespass the RiverClan camp to get a glimpse of his kits. Rosestar received him and the four gathered in a clearing. They told their darlings their story and for a couple of minutes they lived the live they had always wanted to live. But heartbeats later, a raging band of ShadowClanners ambushed them. Krestelstar sacrificed himself to save Rosestar’s life, which was later lost after she sacrificed to save their kits. Python and Sheelah ran away into the RiverClan camp to find Snowlily, but the ShadowClanners came earlier. They slaughtered her as well, leaving the siblings no place to live or no companion to be with. While they simply had the age of apprentices, they were forced to live as outcasts between the loners and rogues. Both of them were very fraternal and benign which each other and subsequently bestowed each other's contemplations. It kept them together, in spite of the harsh environment they lived in. They were forced to be grisly with their clan mates and with any other innocent soul. Their personalities were molded, both positively and negatively. After a rebellious clan called PlagueClan was founded, they did not hesitate on joining, despite their natural unsocial personality. In his new clan, Python meet the love of his life, Keilah, a young and beautiful calico femcat. Bewitched by her charm and innocence, Python was her humble servant. Keilah never gave him affection for she was as bashful as he was. But a tiny restraint was siring between them. Python and Keilah later became a couple in the midst of PlagueClan’s raid. Because of the clan’s instability and assassins their relationship didn’t last for long. After a quarrel, Keilah was kidnapped by a ThunderClanner to never be heard of again. Python hadn’t recovered from the death of his parents and Keilah’s disappearance was the least of the torments he needed to be miserable. Neglecting Sheelah’s urge to join the recently created ThunderClan, Python remained as a rogue, eventually becoming a loner.
