Post by sorrowfrost on May 14, 2007 20:20:02 GMT -5
Name: Sorrowfrost
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 20 Moons
Clan: MoonClan
Rank: Accepted as Deputy
Looks: Being like an eclipse on that seemingly perfect Spring day in which you were thought to be happy but the ranks of black depression overpower all moods. Windows like chocolate hazelnut which portray nothing but hatred for the rest of the world and every soul in it. Not to say this creature cant be a stealthy inhabitant. Hesitant is every step, catious in every move, because, she is different.
Actions: This creature knows she is different, from loosing the ability to converse, her vocals lost for what would seem forever. Her once clear, soft tones now lost to the world. Communication, such an essential part of everyday life but notice she cannot talk, but act out her thoughts which may not always come across as clear. Will this she-cat ever regain her voice, or will she remain a mute until her dying day, only time will tell, such a thought makes her wonder if anyone could ever love her. But tone was given back once more, cinfidence regained and ready to start a new life.
Past: This creature, the daughter of Schorchedleaf and Silentsong, lost her mother, being the only one to survive from the other two kits left her at a rather lonely time, but she was aways rather shy in her own ways yet quite open to speak her mind when around family, yet she had no real friends and often lead her life alone, so when she went mute she knew no one would care or maybe even notice and told no one.
In Character: Some days she felt as if she could fly away and never come back, never look back, like she could leave the world behind and fly free. Almost as if she could grow wings and fly away into the endless, neverending sky and find a bliss within herself, regardless of what everyone else said. She felt as if no one could love her for who she was because...of her condition, so she restrained herself, a solitary soul in hope of acceptance by her Clan. But she felt like an outcast, someone who didnt belong anywhere, maybe there was somewhere out there waiting for her to take flight and discover a whole new life waiting for her, one that would deeply and truely give her happiness within.But for now she was stuck within this life, one of disregard, fighting and long lost lives. They all put their lives at risk every day, especially in battle, an innocent soul giving up a life for the good of many, was this a fair way of life? In many ways yes and no. It all really depended on how you look at it. They pretty much sacrificd themselves for thier religion. What a way to think of it.
Pawsteps made little noise as she crossed the place she called home, a twig snapped beneath her but silence greeted the noise, a realativly quiet say, but for her the world was quiet. Just like her. She forgot the sound of her voice, it was a painful thought, when some spoke only to hear themselves and she couldnt do such, she might never again hear her voice, or the voice she once had. Which made it all the more surprising when she received Moonpaw, but how was she to help this apprentice when she couldnt communicate properly. Thoughts flooded her head, she worried what would happen once everyone knew of her...problem. She hated to think about it and tried to shut out the possibilities, would she be sent away? Or worse? She shook her head trying to clear, and purify her mind. She didnt want to think about these tings, they werent delightful thoughts. And she hated it.
Rays of sunlight filtered through the overlapping branches of dense evergreens crowding close to the stricken stream she looked towards the the shaded forest that was nearly devoid of undergrowth, but many of the trees were no longer upright a few had fallen to the ground and some on akward angles supported by neightbours still firmly anchored, beyond the jumble of trees the borel was dark and more inviting then the brush upstream she knew that she was alone. She looked forth to the damp forest and saw conifers succumbed to the quaking earthlay protrate on the ground. It all looked...quiet. Infact it would be easy to hid ein such an area. With a slight sigh she sat down, ears flickering at every noise, now if she didnt always feel so lonely, then maybe her spirits would lfie, but it was all just to be nothing more then a feeble hope and dream of a worthless creature.
Relationships/Kin: Schoredleaf (Father) Silentsong (Mother)
Codewords: Poison Tears Crash Down
[Post written for Clans of the Darkness: V2. For my character Sorrowfrost, once a mute, forever loved by her father]
Age: 20 Moons
Rank: Accepted as Deputy
Actions: This creature knows she is different, from loosing the ability to converse, her vocals lost for what would seem forever. Her once clear, soft tones now lost to the world. Communication, such an essential part of everyday life but notice she cannot talk, but act out her thoughts which may not always come across as clear. Will this she-cat ever regain her voice, or will she remain a mute until her dying day, only time will tell, such a thought makes her wonder if anyone could ever love her. But tone was given back once more, cinfidence regained and ready to start a new life.
In Character: Some days she felt as if she could fly away and never come back, never look back, like she could leave the world behind and fly free. Almost as if she could grow wings and fly away into the endless, neverending sky and find a bliss within herself, regardless of what everyone else said. She felt as if no one could love her for who she was because...of her condition, so she restrained herself, a solitary soul in hope of acceptance by her Clan. But she felt like an outcast, someone who didnt belong anywhere, maybe there was somewhere out there waiting for her to take flight and discover a whole new life waiting for her, one that would deeply and truely give her happiness within.But for now she was stuck within this life, one of disregard, fighting and long lost lives. They all put their lives at risk every day, especially in battle, an innocent soul giving up a life for the good of many, was this a fair way of life? In many ways yes and no. It all really depended on how you look at it. They pretty much sacrificd themselves for thier religion. What a way to think of it.
Pawsteps made little noise as she crossed the place she called home, a twig snapped beneath her but silence greeted the noise, a realativly quiet say, but for her the world was quiet. Just like her. She forgot the sound of her voice, it was a painful thought, when some spoke only to hear themselves and she couldnt do such, she might never again hear her voice, or the voice she once had. Which made it all the more surprising when she received Moonpaw, but how was she to help this apprentice when she couldnt communicate properly. Thoughts flooded her head, she worried what would happen once everyone knew of her...problem. She hated to think about it and tried to shut out the possibilities, would she be sent away? Or worse? She shook her head trying to clear, and purify her mind. She didnt want to think about these tings, they werent delightful thoughts. And she hated it.
Rays of sunlight filtered through the overlapping branches of dense evergreens crowding close to the stricken stream she looked towards the the shaded forest that was nearly devoid of undergrowth, but many of the trees were no longer upright a few had fallen to the ground and some on akward angles supported by neightbours still firmly anchored, beyond the jumble of trees the borel was dark and more inviting then the brush upstream she knew that she was alone. She looked forth to the damp forest and saw conifers succumbed to the quaking earthlay protrate on the ground. It all looked...quiet. Infact it would be easy to hid ein such an area. With a slight sigh she sat down, ears flickering at every noise, now if she didnt always feel so lonely, then maybe her spirits would lfie, but it was all just to be nothing more then a feeble hope and dream of a worthless creature.
Codewords: Poison Tears Crash Down
[Post written for Clans of the Darkness: V2. For my character Sorrowfrost, once a mute, forever loved by her father]
