Post by lycan on Aug 4, 2008 17:00:53 GMT -5
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Starscream
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Hollowsong looked away in shame. Four litters. Four. And she would die this time. She was sure. Only once had she broken the code and taken a mate, the three other times had been nothing more than her being in the wrong place at the wrong time. These things were not supposed to happen to her, she was not supposed to have had this sort of fate. The father of the kits who so sorrowfully stared up at her was a cruel, cruel cat. He'd raped her three times now. Three. And three times she'd had is kits. Two times she looked upon the litter and crush the skull of any kitten she bore with white fur. She could not bring herself to do it this time. Her eyes lingered upon the black and white kitten, the runt of the litter, whom was so fretfully pushing away all the other kits so that he would be free to suckle without the others being so close.
It sickened her that this cat, she could tell, would grow up like its father. "StarClan, I did not ask for this, why punish me so?" she demanded, looking upward towards the moonless sky above. No answer. That's what she'd expected for a failed medicine cat.
And that was when she fell asleep. And StarClan spoke to her for the final time.
"Your firstborn son was to be the last leader your clan would see. Your second litter would cause their own deaths, your THIRD litter, the damned and spineless kittens, would drop dead at random, for no kits should EVER be spawned from TWO medicine cats. As for this litter, every last one will live without StarClan's interference. But do not think that you or them will go unpunished. Your runt, Starscream is his name. He is not your son, nor your burdon to bare. He is a former StarClan cat, one of the first medicine cats of SongClan, and has been returned to your realm because he is nothing short of a cruel punishment."
"But why me? Why must you give him to me?"
"You thought killing your kittens with Hawkfeather was punishment enough? Though you have spawned no kittens with him in several moons, you still lay beside him in his nest and so tenderly and lovingly share tongues with him and him alone. Even if you remain without kittens from him, why would you think that he didn't qualify as your mate? You refuse to end your relationship with him and therefore you are punished with his existance."
And with that, Hollowsong awoke in horror. CRUEL! How cruel StarClan was! It most certainly was not fair of them to do this to her. This was hardly a fitting punishment for something she didn't control. Starscream. She'd heard of him once or twice. He died honorably in battle, she knew that much and something else, but she couldn't really remember what. What made him so worthy of being a punishment to her? What could this cat have done?
"Yes, Pin." Hollowsong mewed, grinning to her son. "You would make an amazing Medicine Cat."
"You think so, mum?"
"Oh, I know so." Hollowsong purred. "Now, you're in charge of Needle, Rip, and Shell while I'm gone."
And with that Hollowsong left the small grotto halfway between SongClan and the Moon Crest.
The other three kits played merrily with a ball of moss. Only four moons old. Pin grinned cruelly as he turned to face his brother and sisters.
"You heard mum." He purred. "I'm in charge, and you know what that means? We're going to play a game."
--
Hollowsong returned to the grotto with a fresh rabbit. As she stood at the entrance, there was a heavy scent of herbs and something else that she couldn't put her paw on lingering in the air.
"Hello?" She called as she poked her head into the den, hearing nothing. And then came the shriek of horror. Even if she didn't want these kittens, even if she hated the whole reason they existed, she was a medicine cat and couldn't bare to leave these kits to die. So she came every day at dawn and again at dusk to keep an eye on them all. Pin, her peculiar son was to memorize herbs and a few teachings so that he could care for his siblings. She felt closest to him, seeing as he reminded her so much of her other son, Dragonspine. He was Deputy of SongClan! What an honor.
And when the small medicine cat spilled into the grotto, she laid eyes on a sight she never wanted to see again.
Motionless, Shell, whom was identical to herself, lay in a pool of Rip's blood. The small white kitten lay shivering a few pawsteps away, shuddering. She'd gone into shock.
Needle stared dumb-founded at it all. She, like Pin, was unharmed.
"PIN!" Hollowsong cried, dropping the rabbit. And then she remembered. StarClan, their message to her. Starscream. She remembered now. He was the only medicine cat to have 'Star' in their name, and it was self-proclaimed as well. He had set out to be the best of the best out of the entire Clan and killed many of the warriors with his herbs so that he would have to prove his worth in battle.
"Mum! MUM! Oh thank StarClan you're here again. Look what happened! I couldn't stop them and oh mum I was so scared, you told me not to follow you back to your other home because that'd be bad, so I waited for you." Little Pin cried, brushing himself against his mother.
"Starscream." She snarled. Pin blinked at her, a false confused look in his eyes. "This was no accident, Starscream."
"Who's Starscream?"
"Don't you play stupid with me!" Hollowsong snapped, slamming her paw against the black and white kit's face. "GET OUT! GET OUT! I never want to see you again, you sadistic b****rd!"
And little Pin fled and didn't come back. He knew he did bad, but it was just a game!
Starscream...he liked that name. He liked it a lot. He decided he'd call himself that, seeing as Mum didn't want to call him Pin anymore.
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Relationships/Kin:[/size][/color]
Hollowsong {Mother--deceased}
Snowspite {Father--location unknown}
Needle--Silverstrike {Sister--Warrior of SongClan, alive but unknown}
Rip--Riptide {Sister--Warrior of SongClan, Alive and sickly}
Shell {Brother--deceased}
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Starscream
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Definition:[/size][/color]
Star
1. any of the heavenly bodies, except the moon, appearing as fixed luminous points in the sky at night.
2. Astronomy. any of the large, self-luminous, heavenly bodies, as the sun, Polaris, etc.
3. any heavenly body.
4. Astrology. a heavenly body, esp. a planet, considered as influencing humankind and events.
5. a person's destiny, fortune, temperament, etc., regarded as influenced and determined by the stars.
Scream
1. to utter a loud, sharp, piercing cry.
2. to emit a shrill, piercing sound
3. to laugh immoderately or uncontrollably
4. to shout or speak shrilly, esp. with harsh or exaggerated words
5. to play or sing in a high, loud, harsh manner.
6. to be conspicuous or startling: That red dress really screams.
1. any of the heavenly bodies, except the moon, appearing as fixed luminous points in the sky at night.
2. Astronomy. any of the large, self-luminous, heavenly bodies, as the sun, Polaris, etc.
3. any heavenly body.
4. Astrology. a heavenly body, esp. a planet, considered as influencing humankind and events.
5. a person's destiny, fortune, temperament, etc., regarded as influenced and determined by the stars.
Scream
1. to utter a loud, sharp, piercing cry.
2. to emit a shrill, piercing sound
3. to laugh immoderately or uncontrollably
4. to shout or speak shrilly, esp. with harsh or exaggerated words
5. to play or sing in a high, loud, harsh manner.
6. to be conspicuous or startling: That red dress really screams.
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Tomcat
Age:[/size][/color]
Approximately 7 Moons
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Not Applicable at this particular Moment.
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Rogue--Soon to be Apprentice
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Starscream is very peculiar in appearance. His body is mainly a dark, inky black, random white hairs cascading over the dark portions of his pelt, making it look like blurred little smudges of stars. His muzzle, underbelly, and paws are silken white. His tawny brown claws are long and abnormally sharp, they always poke out of his tiny paws.
His eyes are a shimmering mirror-like white color that betrays every emotion that flutters through his head. His eyes only have the smoky outline of a pupil toward their middle, proclaiming that his eyes are more than likely useless--however he is not fully blind. The world does appear to him, but it only can be seen by him in a fog of colors and auras.
His build is abnormally tiny, even for a cat his age. He is seen as dainty and elegant in all his movements, adding to the feminine look to him. His large, betraying eyes give him the vulnerable look that his size cannot fully depict. His muzzle is slightly elongated, his small, pink nose clashing with the black and white colors of the rest of him. His legs are long, built for running, the way his claws were built to tear things in half. He makes a fairly decent hunter, though he loses a majority of prey he attempts to catch. This is only because he has never been officially taught to hunt and only goes by instinct.
His eyes are a shimmering mirror-like white color that betrays every emotion that flutters through his head. His eyes only have the smoky outline of a pupil toward their middle, proclaiming that his eyes are more than likely useless--however he is not fully blind. The world does appear to him, but it only can be seen by him in a fog of colors and auras.
His build is abnormally tiny, even for a cat his age. He is seen as dainty and elegant in all his movements, adding to the feminine look to him. His large, betraying eyes give him the vulnerable look that his size cannot fully depict. His muzzle is slightly elongated, his small, pink nose clashing with the black and white colors of the rest of him. His legs are long, built for running, the way his claws were built to tear things in half. He makes a fairly decent hunter, though he loses a majority of prey he attempts to catch. This is only because he has never been officially taught to hunt and only goes by instinct.
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The feminine look to Starscream has almost nothing to do with his personality. If anything, it simply makes him an even stranger being than he really is. Inside the head of this pseudo-blind and seemingly defenseless cat, there lurks a cruel and nonchalent being.
Starscream can be labeled as generous, lovable, playful and adoring, but those would be so far from correct it's not even possible to laugh at it. At first, Starscream will appear to be quiet and polite, but as time passes, the true Starscream will appear to everyone. He is more or less an arrogant, self-centered, sadistic b****rd with a superiority complex. He is abnormally smart for his age, making him appear to be some sort of prodigal being (which he claims to be) but of course, his vast knowledge is a curse to everyone but himself--for example, he knows a great deal about herbs and will often sneak around and collect those that can do harm to other cats and put them in food. He can easily play the dumb card and often CAN get away with it.
He is quick to read and judge others, observing those whom he doesn't like and often poking fun of their habits or mannerisms to their face just for the reaction. He finds their pain, physical or emotional, entertaining as Hell.
In short, Starscream honestly is the kitten from Hell and out to screw with everyone.
Starscream can be labeled as generous, lovable, playful and adoring, but those would be so far from correct it's not even possible to laugh at it. At first, Starscream will appear to be quiet and polite, but as time passes, the true Starscream will appear to everyone. He is more or less an arrogant, self-centered, sadistic b****rd with a superiority complex. He is abnormally smart for his age, making him appear to be some sort of prodigal being (which he claims to be) but of course, his vast knowledge is a curse to everyone but himself--for example, he knows a great deal about herbs and will often sneak around and collect those that can do harm to other cats and put them in food. He can easily play the dumb card and often CAN get away with it.
He is quick to read and judge others, observing those whom he doesn't like and often poking fun of their habits or mannerisms to their face just for the reaction. He finds their pain, physical or emotional, entertaining as Hell.
In short, Starscream honestly is the kitten from Hell and out to screw with everyone.
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"Mama, we all go to Hell."
Hollowsong looked away in shame. Four litters. Four. And she would die this time. She was sure. Only once had she broken the code and taken a mate, the three other times had been nothing more than her being in the wrong place at the wrong time. These things were not supposed to happen to her, she was not supposed to have had this sort of fate. The father of the kits who so sorrowfully stared up at her was a cruel, cruel cat. He'd raped her three times now. Three. And three times she'd had is kits. Two times she looked upon the litter and crush the skull of any kitten she bore with white fur. She could not bring herself to do it this time. Her eyes lingered upon the black and white kitten, the runt of the litter, whom was so fretfully pushing away all the other kits so that he would be free to suckle without the others being so close.
It sickened her that this cat, she could tell, would grow up like its father. "StarClan, I did not ask for this, why punish me so?" she demanded, looking upward towards the moonless sky above. No answer. That's what she'd expected for a failed medicine cat.
And that was when she fell asleep. And StarClan spoke to her for the final time.
"Your firstborn son was to be the last leader your clan would see. Your second litter would cause their own deaths, your THIRD litter, the damned and spineless kittens, would drop dead at random, for no kits should EVER be spawned from TWO medicine cats. As for this litter, every last one will live without StarClan's interference. But do not think that you or them will go unpunished. Your runt, Starscream is his name. He is not your son, nor your burdon to bare. He is a former StarClan cat, one of the first medicine cats of SongClan, and has been returned to your realm because he is nothing short of a cruel punishment."
"But why me? Why must you give him to me?"
"You thought killing your kittens with Hawkfeather was punishment enough? Though you have spawned no kittens with him in several moons, you still lay beside him in his nest and so tenderly and lovingly share tongues with him and him alone. Even if you remain without kittens from him, why would you think that he didn't qualify as your mate? You refuse to end your relationship with him and therefore you are punished with his existance."
And with that, Hollowsong awoke in horror. CRUEL! How cruel StarClan was! It most certainly was not fair of them to do this to her. This was hardly a fitting punishment for something she didn't control. Starscream. She'd heard of him once or twice. He died honorably in battle, she knew that much and something else, but she couldn't really remember what. What made him so worthy of being a punishment to her? What could this cat have done?
"I hate everything about you."
"Yes, Pin." Hollowsong mewed, grinning to her son. "You would make an amazing Medicine Cat."
"You think so, mum?"
"Oh, I know so." Hollowsong purred. "Now, you're in charge of Needle, Rip, and Shell while I'm gone."
And with that Hollowsong left the small grotto halfway between SongClan and the Moon Crest.
The other three kits played merrily with a ball of moss. Only four moons old. Pin grinned cruelly as he turned to face his brother and sisters.
"You heard mum." He purred. "I'm in charge, and you know what that means? We're going to play a game."
--
Hollowsong returned to the grotto with a fresh rabbit. As she stood at the entrance, there was a heavy scent of herbs and something else that she couldn't put her paw on lingering in the air.
"Hello?" She called as she poked her head into the den, hearing nothing. And then came the shriek of horror. Even if she didn't want these kittens, even if she hated the whole reason they existed, she was a medicine cat and couldn't bare to leave these kits to die. So she came every day at dawn and again at dusk to keep an eye on them all. Pin, her peculiar son was to memorize herbs and a few teachings so that he could care for his siblings. She felt closest to him, seeing as he reminded her so much of her other son, Dragonspine. He was Deputy of SongClan! What an honor.
And when the small medicine cat spilled into the grotto, she laid eyes on a sight she never wanted to see again.
Motionless, Shell, whom was identical to herself, lay in a pool of Rip's blood. The small white kitten lay shivering a few pawsteps away, shuddering. She'd gone into shock.
Needle stared dumb-founded at it all. She, like Pin, was unharmed.
"PIN!" Hollowsong cried, dropping the rabbit. And then she remembered. StarClan, their message to her. Starscream. She remembered now. He was the only medicine cat to have 'Star' in their name, and it was self-proclaimed as well. He had set out to be the best of the best out of the entire Clan and killed many of the warriors with his herbs so that he would have to prove his worth in battle.
"Mum! MUM! Oh thank StarClan you're here again. Look what happened! I couldn't stop them and oh mum I was so scared, you told me not to follow you back to your other home because that'd be bad, so I waited for you." Little Pin cried, brushing himself against his mother.
"Starscream." She snarled. Pin blinked at her, a false confused look in his eyes. "This was no accident, Starscream."
"Who's Starscream?"
"Don't you play stupid with me!" Hollowsong snapped, slamming her paw against the black and white kit's face. "GET OUT! GET OUT! I never want to see you again, you sadistic b****rd!"
And little Pin fled and didn't come back. He knew he did bad, but it was just a game!
Starscream...he liked that name. He liked it a lot. He decided he'd call himself that, seeing as Mum didn't want to call him Pin anymore.
In Character: [/size][/color]
N/A
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(See Anubis)
Relationships/Kin:[/size][/color]
Hollowsong {Mother--deceased}
Snowspite {Father--location unknown}
Needle--Silverstrike {Sister--Warrior of SongClan, alive but unknown}
Rip--Riptide {Sister--Warrior of SongClan, Alive and sickly}
Shell {Brother--deceased}
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He is mainly blind, though he can see auras, meaning that he's not entirely blind and can see the outlines of others in random foggy colors that give way to their personalities.
He intends to join a clan as a warrior-in-training.
He intends to join a clan as a warrior-in-training.
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Painting Portraits of Ghosts
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