Post by all out JINX ♥ on Aug 31, 2008 16:20:55 GMT -5
. Eveningpaw .
Do you believe in God, Written on the bullet and I will pull the trigger
Do you believe in God, Written on the bullet and I will pull the trigger
.Name.
Eveningpaw
.Gender.
female
.Age.
8 moons
.Clan.
BrightClan
.Looks.
Fire. One word to describe how this female looks. Her whole pelt would be a beautiful semi-length charcoal black colour if it wasn't for the flaming rain that beat down on her for things she didn't mean to do. Her paws are a dull charcoal black with the size that should be for a 5-6 moon old kit, 3 of her frightful paws are charcoal black while the front left paw is a dull sun ginger. Her legs would be a beautiful site to see with muscles but her thin charcoal black legs are as frightful as her paws, some ginger patches were left. If it weren't for her semi-long fur you would be able to see her bones moving under her skin. Her body is another frightful site, especially since it's more visible to others then her legs and paws. Her body is almost the same as her legs but worse, you can see were her spine is and every rib that forms her almost empty stomach, it is clear to the eye that she doesn't have much muscle on her body to get rid of the bones on the surface. If you could take a razor and shave away her dull pelt black and purple marks would show like the moon glowing with the stars, the marks that the flaming fire gave her, the marks she didn't deserve. Her pelt would've been a beautiful glossy black with sunny ginger patches but her pelt is a dull charcoal black with dull flame ginger patches that are also a dull colour, small pits of her fur are gone in some places because the fire ripped them away with scorching claws. Her tail would have been a site to see, it would've been a glossy charcoal black with sunny ginger patches, but sadly her tail is a dull charcoal black with even duller flaming ginger patches. Her head would be the exact copy of her beautiful brothers but the monster in the nursery that everyone said loved her kept her from that. Her face is frightfully thin with dull charcoal black with small dull flaming ginger patches, most of it on her right cheek. Her nose is a dull ginger with flecks of dull black, her whiskers are a dull silver, while her ears are charcoal black with ginger flecks. The most sad part of her body is her eyes. The beauty of them when she was a kit had flowed away with her tears and left them lifeless. Her dull golden orbs reached all around the irises with a faded brown ring halfway out. Anyone that knew her never looked her straight in the eyes or they could see all the misery she has been put through, it could make the happiest cat in the world cry.
.Actions.
Burning. The main feeling that she ever had. The burning pain from the neglecting monster and the merciless fire. Her worst fear out of anything would be her father. The flaming rain. Her fear of him is as great as her litter-mates for he always beaten them as well as her, her paranoid state was caused by his fearless punishment. Hate for her mother flowed more deeply then the fear for her father. She hated the monster with every breath she was left taking, she hated her mother because of what she let her father do and say to her and her siblings. She hated her mother for the state she left her children in, she hated her mother for ignoring their pain, she hated her mother for being her mother. Her dark father always made her scared enough that she caught the habit of stuttering, if her parents had never made them made them hate and fear then her speech would be as perfect as the wind blowing through the leaves on the ground. If someone has the chance to actually talk to her and get to know her from what her eyes don't show she can get a little clingy but if someone ever did talk to her for more then just a small conversation she would give them everything that was in her mind and depend on them to try and save her. She is extremely shy and won't talk to anyone, except her siblings, unless in a whisper, she is afraid to talk to anyone without her fathers permission for she thinks she'll get a beating. With her burnt eyes she warns people with fear and desperation not to come near her or talk to her unless their taking a big risk. She is sometimes glad that her den-mates say to those at gathering's that she is mute, she feels like their saving her life when they say this, even if her father wasn't there she still worries that someone will gossip about her talking without permission. She would protect herself and her siblings from her father if only she could tell someone of what he was doing to them.
.Past.
Before she was born with 4 other siblings her mother gave birth to a litter of three, they had runaway to EclipseClan, when she was born she knew why. Every time either her siblings or herself tried for their mothers milk they would either get hit, pushed away, or ignored. As she got older she learned that anyone that went near them were punished with a hard paw. And anyone you tried to tell about the beatings and neglecting were threatened. She became very frightened by this and was assumed mute for she was deathly afraid to talk. Eveningpaw had looked up at her dad as a drunken man that was clear in the head and her mother as the love-sick teenager. She started to hate them both with the firy pits of hell that made they had made of her soul, in fact she started to hate everything. Some say her heart was frozen because of her parents, but it wasn't, her heart and mind were on fire and killing her from the inside out. As an apprentice, the beatings got to a high scale and the neglecting got worse, everytime she was caught up outside the camp and she comes back battered and bruised she wondered if any cared that her parents hit her or her other siblings. A moon into her apprenticeship she looked barely fit to be an apprentice, on a hunting expedition she collapsed because her hunger was driving her mad. Now she waits for the news from Vinepaw about their plan to run Windystorm and Raccoonmask out.
.In Character.
Burning. Flames licked each purple-black wound as dark blows came at her like rain. Flaming rain. Burnt yellow orbs glowed with fear, pain, and sorrow. The charcoal black and dull flame ginger patches were un-cleaned and ragged looking, her body was thin showing almost all of her bones and her size would scare even the bravest warrior if they knew what rank she deemed. 'Did I ever give you permission to go on a hunting patrol? Your brother asked me! Do you want to know what happened to him?' The scrawny fae curled in a ball as her father took a nasty blow to her head, small beads of scarlet dripped from her left cheek as the dark male stepped away with rage. The trees seemed to sing with sorrow as the wind danced with their leaves, all small creatures gazed through their homes to see her body being given no mercy. The small fae closed her burnt yellow orbs as her father took another blow but this time to her side, the pitiful fae coughed up a small splatter of blood as her father raged about the beating he gave to Tumblingpaw.
'Get up! Your the most worthless excuse for a daughter! You can't even defend your ugly self!' The voice that haunted the black and ginger fae's dreams, the voice that turned her wonderful dreams into burning nightmares. Eveningpaw got to her 3 black paws and 1 ginger, she would do as her father said or the beatings of a drunken man would come worse as she grew in age. Her hurt burnt orbs stared at Windystorm in fear as he laughed on how her mother hated her and how the clan didn't want someone as worthless as her. She was about to take another blow to knock her down when the sound of paws came to both felines ears, a thick thorn bush stood a few fox lengths behind her, she knew what she had to do as her fathers dark stare came upon her. She quickly ran as fast as she could to the thorn bush and fit herself in so she couldn't pull herself out. The scent of the patrol got stronger as the ferns rustled to her right, Raccoonmask, Eastfrost, and Vermillionpaw stepped into view. 'Now, how did you get in there, Eveningpaw?' Eastfrost's sapphire blue orbs glowed with concern as he stared upon the apprentice. Eveningpaw held back tears as Raccoonmask stared at Windystorm lovingly and her brother just glanced at her with less fear then her but pain as well. 'I-I was-s chas-sing after a m-mouse' Her would-be-beautiful voice cracked with pain as she tried to pull herself out. Eveningpaw's burnt yellow orbs stared at Vermillionpaw pleadingly as Windystorm glared at both her and the warrior trying to help her thin body out.
.Relationships & Kin.
father - Windystrom
mother - Raccoonmask
sisters - Tortoiseclaw, Wavedancer, Vinepaw
brothers - Raincatcher, Viperpaw, Tumblingpaw, Vermillionpaw
mentor - none yet
.Other.
adopted for the 'Rain [for] Revenge' plot from Jollers
looking for someone to help her siblings and herself from her father
.CodeWords.
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