Post by .:Lion:. on Feb 20, 2011 21:06:12 GMT -5
Name: Beloved
Age: 12 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: SkyClan
Rank: Queen
Description:
Beloved is a beautiful golden tabby with thin, graceful dark marks. She has a long, lithe built body and strong runner's limbs. She has a long white-tinged muzzle and long dark ears. Her eyes are tear-shaped and are a pleading blue. While she is very beautiful, she does have one visible scar on her back that runs from just above her shoulder to just short of her flank. It looks like it once would have been a fatal wound, so many cats don't ask about it, thinking it's connected to a traumatic experience.
Personality:
Beloved is very unsure of herself, timid, and easily spooked. But she's honest and trusting, which is surprising considering her past. She's gentle and caring, and takes others' troubles to heart, bearing the pain of everyone around her. She is sensitive and always is willing to listen to anyone who needs someone to talk to. While she doesn't talk about herself very often, she likes to tell stories and weave fantastic fairytales to entertain kits and elderly alike.
History:
Jezzie was a beautiful cat that lived on her own, always street smart and love smart. She had many admirers, but no desire to find a mate or settle down. She became somewhat of a tease, and liked to manipulate the hapless toms that pursued her. But one day she went too far and provoked the leader of a gang of cats, Jars. Jars was angry with her and summoned his gang to teach her a lesson. But just when they were going to attack her, a tom she'd never seen before emerged and helped fight off the other cats. When she asked him why he did that, he just responded that he didn't like to see anyone fought in an unfair battle. She fell in love with him immediately, and called to him to come back, but he left without once looking over his shoulder. Jezzie became somber and quiet, not paying any attention to the toms for once, just sighing and searching for the tom that had rescued her. She searched around and found out that the black tom's name was Chasm. He was a loner of sorts, and liked to wander the alleys on his own. Jezzie managed to find him and told him her name and that she wanted to thank him for rescuing her. She asked him what he wanted as thanks and he told her he wanted her to serve him like the toms used to serve her. Jezzie was startled but did as he asked, helping him hunt and making sure she brought in new bedding to his little den in an old Twoleg nest every now and again. He began to teach her things, like how to hunt and fight, and she grew more and more in love with him. One day Chasm came back with a wound on his neck. She helped him patch it up and asked him how he'd got it. He replied that Jars had held a grudge for his interference and had thought that he'd stolen Jezzie away. She asked him what he'd said in response. Chasm looked into her eyes and told her that he'd told Jars that Jezzie was his mate and he'd kill any tom that looked at her. Jezzie asked him if he meant it, and he told her he would if she wanted him to. She told him the truth, that she loved him, and because he was a little awkward he could only touch her nose and smile at her. They became mates and had their first litter of kits together. They named them Stark, Jagged, and Beloved. The kits grew fast, and the two mates were very good parents. But Jars was not finished with them. He sought them out and sent a patrol of cats to fight them. The patrol managed to steal Beloved away, and the young kit never saw her parents again. She was five moons when this happened. She was kept as a pet of the gang, abused and beaten. She hated life and tried to kill herself many times, but Jars always kept her alive, always saved the worst punishments for himself. He told her that she had inherited her mother's good looks, and that he'd use her in place of Jezzie. The moons passed, and the abuse became worse, changing in nature. Jars began to play with her and she became more depressed than ever, longing for the family she never got to know really. Her parents looked for her, but Jars moved her around a lot so she could never be found. Two moons ago, she found out she was expecting Jars's kits. She was horrified at what he'd do to them. They were her only hope for love after her family abandoned her. So she ran away in the dead of night, running until her paws were bleeding. She found her old home but it was long unoccupied, so she just kept running. Finally she found herself in a dark forest, all alone, bleeding, beaten, with no hope and no heart left. All she had to live for were the little kits inside of her. That's how she was found by the SkyClan medicine cat. She was taken back to the camp and was nurtured to health from her emaciated state. She began to open up to the kind cats very slowly, enjoying life with them, never having to fear getting beaten or used. Beloved still has nightmares, though, and often cries out in her sleep. She doesn't talk about her past, but most cats understand that she was abused.
Beloved [Lion]
Female | 12 moons | Bright blue | Golden tabby | Timid | Honest | Sweet
