Post by cheshy says grace on Jul 27, 2008 22:17:25 GMT -5
they call me;; puppetflame (<-- click it)
ugly families;;
lizardpaw - bro
jetpaw - bro
silentvoice - ma
geeth - pa
kestrelcalling - step-pa
smallthorn - former mentor
those four words;; posion tears crash down[/size]
define it please;; an artificial figure representing a human being or an animal, manipulated by the hand, rods, wires, etc., as on a miniature stage.
last time i checked i was a;; tom
i have lived for;; twenty-five moons
i live in;; eclipseclan
i was declared a;; warrior
&&abstract normality;;
[/b][/size] - - Anyone who calls him beautiful would be lying.
It's true, Puppet certainly wasn't blessed by the goddess of beauty.
That doesn't mean he isn't the hunchback of Notre Dame either, this experienced feline is neither pretty or ugly.
Maybe twenty moons ago when he was a kit, he might have been a little adorable energetic furball, but now, fast forwarding to a good age of twenty-five moons, the once cute fluffy and scarless coat is twisted into an uncared, worn out washrag. If his life was a little more easier, if his paws took a different route, he might have looked a little more handsome. Maybe even beautiful.
But this is what he is now.
And nobody's been complaining about it.
His outer exterior isn't very impressive. It certainly doesn't make any she-cat look twice at him, and it doesn't do any good looking at him twice. There's nothing really special about his sunlit pelt, his russet fur cut short since birth, always shedding before growing even an inch, his ragged worn out coat is the remains of once perhaps beautiful pelt. A mixture of light and dark oranges spin on his coat, marbles of white and russet red dancing on his flame pelt.
Puppetflame is no means a small cat. Although not fat, not too big, about the size of a young warrior.
This cat's frame isn't very balanced. He seems to lack the shoulder area thanks to his longer fur by his neck. Puppetflame's front right leg is slightly shorter than his left if you examine closely. You can almost see this cat's backbone, due to a bad habit of sitting in a hunched up position for so long. His tail is slightly crooked, a trait he was born with since birth. But even with these faults, Puppetflame is indeed a strong cat, able to take down any cat his size easily.
Now, his eyes. Well, Puppetfire's amber orbs may not be mesmerizing as some, but they show emotions and feelings well. They are located right on the invisible middle line on his face, a good large almond shaped. His eyes, like most cats, are the key of communication. One jade glance to drive one mad with guilt, give them understanding, give anyone reassurance.
He doesn't use his claws very much nowadays, just when times go desperate. His teeth on the other hand, he uses often. Not just for chewing food, but for cutting off some tough stems and whatnot. His yellow teeth and very sharp and well, crooked. Only very unlucky victims [his meal for example] has to feel his sharp unlined teeth.
&&inside out;;
[/size][/color][/right] - - He wonders where his once audacious and irreplaceable determination went away, what replaced his once childishly blissful ignorance with his silent despondent. It's in there. Somewhere deep inside, lost.
Like every single breathing being, there can't be just one word to describe one's inner personality. Puppetflame isn't very... sensitive to other's feelings, a bad trait. He isn't emotionless or too callous to other's feelings, it's just that he knows when to shut up, or rather, doesn't know when to open his mouth.
Puppet is rather... wary of she-cats. He's not misogynistic by any chance- the tom is quiet around toms as much as he is around she-cats.
One obvious fact that would help you understand this being;
Puppetflame isn't a socialist.
That's the thing; he doesn't talk. He's not mute, of course not, if he was mute in his naive younger days his foolishness would have killed him. With his always calm, emotionless features, Puppetflame isn't a tom with many words. He has something about lying; he detests it. Maybe it was fact that he could always face the cruel reality when others had to look away, but he knows lies don't get anywhere. He can be very blunt, never beating around the bush, just straight forward words, even if they could be hurtful.
Speak the truth, or don't speak at all.
Puppetflame isn't the best with words; actually he stinks when it comes to comforting.
Yes, he isn't the most optimistic cat you'll ever see.
Of course, that was when he was young, he grew out of his naive thoughts moons ago. Sure, his life was a burden- but Puppetflame isn't really pessimistic about it. Reality is his best friend, frozen grief is his right hand man.
Because StarClan loves to screw up cats lives.
Of course, he's close to StarClan, despite their brain-eating omens and prophecies and useless wise words, to the ginger tabby tom- StarClan is a relief. They know what's coming, they waste their time creating stupid prophecy puzzles with the real message just for the living, bothering to warn them.
That's a pretty good intention - even if they can't really do anything about it other than that.
To him the stars are like his siblings, you want them to always be there, but sometimes you wish it would just shut up and bother someone else.
&&horrible existences;;
[/color][/size] [/right]My story isn't much of a tragic tale or a story of great loss.
I wasn't born like most of my clanmates. My mother was a loyal EclipseClan warrioress, but my father... His name is Geeth, and he's not a clanner. I suppose he's what you'd call a "loner," but certainly not in a bad way. Silentvoice, my mother, said she didn't have to tell the rest of the clan who our father was, so I guess she never did.
With me at birth were my two brothers named Lizardkit and Jetkit. She said she didn't need to name any of us after our father, we already took after him. Silentvoice raised us gently at first, letting us do whatever we pleased. She'd let us spend hours in the elder's den, listening to stories instead of napping. We'd go on adventures out in EclipseClan's territory, with her trailing along behind us.
One day, she took us to meet Geeth. Jetkit was so proud to look just like him, and Lizardkit was surprised to find out Geeth was where he'd gotten his eyes. Of course, I didn't look like him at all, but I couldn't help but love the way he watched us with pride and listened to our stories. We promised to come see him again some day.
But Silentvoice never took us back. Less than a moon afterwards, she started hanging around this other tom, some clanmate... She started paying less and less attention to us. Jetkit yelled at her when she'd spend the night with that tom instead of us... I tried to ask her when she'd take us to see Geeth, and she never really replied, just padded off to see her new lover.
When we were nearly six moons old, Silentvoice announced she was having kits again. But this time, she told the clan who the father was, and it wasn't Geeth. My brother's were furious and refused to even look at her. Most of the clan congratulated her as if we weren't even there...
At least Amethyststar didn't forget about us. She made us apprentices! We were so happy to move out of the nursery and take our minds off Silentvoice... For several moons, we became closer than ever before, training together and sharing our prey. But it didn't last much longer than that...
One day while I was stuck in camp doing my duty of caring for the elders, Lizardpaw and Jetpaw fought a fox off-- just the two of them. I've heard multiple versions of the story. My brothers say it was a big dog, but other cats say it was a small, weak vixen. Either way, my brothers expected to be made warriors for what they had done. But many cats thought them still too young. And Amethyststar agreed, it seemed.
My brothers were furious and began to distance themselves from the rest of the clan. I thought they'd recover, but they didn't. And, one day, they didn't come back from hunting.
I went to see Geeth soon after, to see if he'd seen them. But he said he hadn't seen any of us, not even Silentvoice. I couldn't tell him about Silentvoice's new litter, promising I'd tell her to come visit. But, back in camp, I was all alone. Many of my clanmates looked to me with pity. Slowly, I recovered.
It seemed fate had something against me, because something else went wrong. My mentor, a senior warrior named Smallthorn, stopped spending time with me much at all. He'd occasionally take me training, but I think he soon forgot I was his apprentice at all. I trained with several others occasionally, but, for the most part, I was left on my own. I played games, daydreamed, and practiced my skills where I could. I spent most of my time out of camp, so many cats had no idea I wasn't getting a proper training.
One day, four of my littermates were made warriors. I had been apprenticed very closely to them, and yet no one had even spoken to me about becoming a warrior. I watched with a heavy heart as Gooseneck, Birchtree, Nightmask, and Moorgrass moved into the warriors' den.
I grew determined to do better. I trained myself, hunting almost constantly and spying on the other apprentices while their mentors trained them. In a moon or so, something changed without me realizing it. I've been a clumsy cat since birth, but suddenly my claws started finding their marks. My muscles were stronger than I'd ever noticed. I was walking down by the lake when I suddenly froze, turning my gaze down to the water. Who was this cat? He walked with a sort of purpose I'd never really had before. His amber eyes were sharp and intelligent... I pretended I didn't know who he was at first, but a cat always recognizes their own reflection...
Finally my hard work had been recognized at last. I didn't know how much longer I could've keep up with the determination. Amethststar held my ceremony at dusk, naming Puppetflame for the fact that I was named when the sky turned to fire and for my pelt. I have proud of my name ever since then and will never live it down.
in a beautiful world where pretty people don't exist and the ugly ones are strong with self-esteem lives a little boy who doesn't know where he is or what he is meant to be
ugly families;;
lizardpaw - bro
jetpaw - bro
silentvoice - ma
geeth - pa
kestrelcalling - step-pa
smallthorn - former mentor
those four words;; posion tears crash down[/size]
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