wear your HEART on your SLEEVE! heartsleeves.

[SHADE. :D]

once more i'll say goodbye to you
things happen, but we don't really know why
if it's supposed to be like this
why do most of us ignore the chance to miss
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yes, his name is heartsleeves.
i'm sure you gathered he's a tom.

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for twenty moons he's lived and breathed.
he sold his soul to eclipseclan.
he pledged his heart as a warrior.[/right]

torn apart at the seams and my dreams turn to tears
i'm not feeling this situation![/font][/color]

If ever you've seen a cat that looks like Heartsleeves, I'll eat my tail. This cat is one unique soul. You've never seen him? Well. We can't have that. I shall just have to describe him to you. Well, let's begin with his paws. They are small and delicate, perfect for walking silently over fallen leaves or through long grass, the greatest giveaways of any forest. Each paw has it's on set of claws. These are long and curved at the end's, and coloured a light, shiny silver like moonshine. Okay, now let's move on to his legs. Heartsleeves has very long, slender legs. They are supple and strong, making him an athlete among cats. But his size makes it hard for him to slide through small gaps. He is not large or wide - just tall in the leg. Now that I've described his limbs, shall we move on to his shoulders? They are small, prominent lumps of bone, jutting out from beneath his coat. Nothing more. But they ate essential. They allow him to twist and turn easily whilst in full flight. Very useful. His tail is long and very whippy, helping him keep his balance.

Heartsleeves has a rather angular face. The cheekbones stick out, giving him a serene kind of look. His muzzle is long and thin, and ends with his triangular, grey-velvet nose. His eyes are large and almond-shaped. They are just the right size and shape, and outlined lovingly in dark grey. They are coloured a very pale blue-purple colour; almost lilac. Heartsleeves has small, alert ears that sit atop his head like a crown on a king.

His coat is his crowning glory. It is made up of short hair, and is very soft to touch. From afar it seems as though he is covered in light down, like a baby owl. His fur is a very unusual colour. The undercoat is a plain, slate grey colour, but this cannot be seem. Another coat of thick, mist-coloured fur covers this. But only stripes of this are visible through a topmost coat of palest lilac. His colouring is like this due to kittypet ancestors. Heartsleeves's lilac coat is sliced through with mist-grey stripes from the coat underneath. His paws and tail tip are a ghostly white colour; as is his chin, chest and paws. Two heart-shaped patches blot out the fur on each foreleg.

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run away try to find the safe place you can't hide
it's the best place to be when you're feeling like me!

Heartsleeves has a very memorable personality. If you've met him, believe me, you won't forget it. He is generally a very quiet cat, keeping himself to himself. But because of his odd past, he has been subject to teasing and taunting for most of his life. This has played havoc with his mind and emotions. So upset this cat, or anger him, and you'll know about it. Heartsleeves (as his name suggests) really does wear his heart on his sleeve. If he is angry, he will not bottle it up or refuse to show it. He will scream and yowl and sometimes even vent his rage by attacking other cats. If he is upset, he will sob and cry and refuse to leave his den for days. If he is excessively happy, Heartsleeves will bounce around the camp like a kit, eyes gleaming, mewing excitedly. Some cats call him attention-seeking. Some call him mad. But really he is just a lonely cat locked up inside a severely confused mind.

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all these things i hate revole around me
yeah; just back off before i snap!

Chimethroat and Fireweasel had been friends for moons, since the two were kits. Chimethroat was descended from kittypets, and had arrived in EclipseClan as a tiny kit, abandoned by her kittypet mother. Fireweasel was a pure clan cat, but nevertheless he adored Chimethroat. The two went from being friends to mate's soon after they left apprenticeship. And not long afterward, Chimethroat discovered she was going to have kits. The speed of the relationship scared every cat except the pair. The cats of EclipseClan were sure something was going to go wrong; something, one small thing, would puncture their blissful bubble of joy and happiness.

And it did. Chimethroat went into labour one dark, moonless night. It was sure to be an omen. Fireweasel was at her side as she gave birth. But something went wrong. There was too much blood. The medicine cat could do nothing. Only one kit was born before Chimethroat died. This kit was small, scrawny, and covered in blood. Though the medicine cat offered him to Fireweasel to clean, the tom declined. He was brokenhearted. His love, his oldest friend, was dead. And it was all because of one, small, worthless kit. Fireweasel told the medicine cat that the kit would be called Bloodkit, but when she announced it to the clan there was an uproar. Because of the immense sense of feeling towards the tiny tom, the medicine cat renamed him Heartkit, and gave him to a queen, Hornetwhistler, to nurse.

Hornetwhistler was kind, but she could do nothing to prevent Fireweasel from seeing his kit. And when the tom came near Heartkit, he could push him out in front of the other kits and humiliate him. He would point out loudly why the other kits were so much better than Heartkit. Heartkit had only one friend; Hornetwhistler's daughter, Dahliakit. Dahliakit would always stand up for him when the other kits teased him, and tried to tell her mother about Fireweasel, but she was not believed.

To his horror, Heartkit was given Fireweasel as a mentor when he was six moons old. His father would never physically touch Heartpaw, but he would twist and bend his son mentally, or set him impossible tasks, and if he did not complete them, he would not be allowed to eat until he did. Heartpaw hated his apprentice life, but he still had Dahliapaw. But on his ninth moon, his life shattered into a thousand pieces. Dahliapaw accidentally witnessed one of Fireweasel's bullying sessions, and yowled that she was going to tell the clan exactly what happened. She ran, but Fireweasel followed. Heartpaw ran after them, but he was too late. He watched his father kill his best, and only friend. When he tried to intervene he recieved a clout around the head, and a few jeering words; no one will ever believe you, Heartpaw.

Heartpaw became twisted and deranged. He cried constantly, terrified of going out training. Twice he faked sickness, eating a small amount of deathberries to make himself ill enough to get out of training. The second time, the medicine cat became curious. She remembered Fireweasel's proclamation at his son's birth. This kit will be called Bloodkit. And she guessed. When Heartpaw returned to his training, she spied on them. She then brought the clan leader to witness the horrifying bullying of the young tom. Fireweasel was exiled, and Heartpaw given his warrior name, Heartsleeves.

But that was nothing. Nothing could heal his shattered mind completely. The medicine cat was kind, and managed to rearrange the shattered pieces, but still his mind is affected. Nothing can ever fix this tom.

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once more you tell those lies to me
why can't you just be straight up with honesty?

chimethroat. mother.
fireweasel. father.
dahliapaw. best friend.
hornetwhistler. foster mother.

when you say those things in my ear
why do you always tell me what you wanna hear?

now poison will drown him.
and tears will crown him.
every day he'll slip further down.
falling with a crash to the ground.

[SHADE. :D]

Accepted.