on the edge [CRISIS]

[idk my bff brindle]

It's getting light outside
She is still there but nobody cares
They sang her Happy Birthday yesterday without her
Do you want to see yourself flying through the night?
This gift is what you need
You're gonna be alright
Eyes close and fall...

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CRISISKIT

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Her first time on the edge kit
The scars will stay forever tom
Side to side with death unborn
A moment that feels better cloudclan

Darkness and light are blinding her sight
She's not coming back

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[/right]Currently, Crisiskit isn't the most handsome tom in the history of the Black River Clans. He's rather small, rather frail and rather inept at flirting. His head is nicely sized, and it's covered in soft kit down. His ears are wide and point upwards in a generally handsome manner. The tops are pirkced quite nicely. The insides are a nice peach, and no grey fuzz grows inside of them yet. His nose is like a button. His whiskers are long and the extend from a fluffy white muzzle. His light grey head is covered in darker tabby markings, and his eyes, usually as wide as saucers, are a crystal-like blue. Crisiskit is colour-blind.

His body isn't proportioned very well for his head. His paws are small, but they will widen with time. His legs are somewhat stumpy, and his tail is virtually non-existant. His shoulders are well-developed for his age, and there is no doubt in his parent's mind that he will make an excellent warrior one day. Currently, however, his lithe frame isn't evident under rolls of kit fat. His hind paws are strong, though, and he can jump well. Crisiskit's fur is a light grey, or silver. His underbelly is the lightest part of him, except for his white muzzle. His back is mottled with dark silver spots, and there is a deep grey stripe running across his back. Near his chest, the mottles become stripes and make him look more generally like a tabby. On his legs, his markings are stripes.

It's getting light outside
She cannot sleep 'cause time stands still

Angry, hot-headed, cruel, mysterious- those are words that would never describe Crisiskit. If there was one word that could describe Crisiskit, it would be noble. Crisiskit is noble. His personality depends on who he's talking to. With Periwinklekit, he is gentle and forgiving. With Mayakit, he is good-natured and cheerful. With Bearkit and Bramblekit, he is tolerant and helpful. There is, however, a couple fo common traits between all of them. Crisiskit is nice, and the silver tabby is protective. He's a natural leader, and he prides himself on taking care of his siblings. He believes that there is good in everyone, and Crisiskit is slow to anger. He tries to be fair to everyone, and he never looses his head. You can always count on Crisiskit to get you out of a tough spot.

He's generous and kind. He'll always be nice to cats, no matter their rank or skill level. Well, most cats. One thing that Crisiskit hates is a murderer. He isn't scared of them because they've killed- rather, he's appalled. Crisiskit doesn't understand how any cat could have such a lack of respect for life. Crisiskit respects everyone, and as a warrior, he'll stand up for anyone that's being treated unfairly. As a kit, Crisiskit enjoys playing. He's been Crisis-star many times over, and he's fought valiantly to protect NurseryClan. However, he tries to be gentle and takes authority over the other kits if the playing gets too rough. When angry, Crisiskit's voice becomes icy. He speaks in a strained voice, but he doesn't lose his temper unless you push him too far.

Someone's hand is touching her, she has no will
Each time when it hurts, she just feels so alone

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Tawnysky was a very twisted, bitter she-cat. She hated everything. Her life, her family, her clan. She felt utterly isolated and alone, At first she had her sister, Dewstep, but after Dewstep found a mate, insane jealousy filled Tawnysky. She despised Oleandergaze, the tom her sister had fallen for. She was even more envious when Dewstep fell pregnant. Her sister had everything she wanted. A mate, kits on the way, happiness... So Tawnysky began to hate Dewstep. This led to her isolating herself from every cat in her clan. She became broken and cut off from every cat. This went on for moons. That is, until she met Eaglecry. Tawnysky was patrolling alone one afternoon, as she had so often began to do, when she came across a MoonClan trespasser on CloudClan territory. She did not attack, though. The two got talked, and immediatly a connection was made.

They met. Again, and again. Until the two of them fell in love. They confessed their love and became mates. Tawnysky didn't care about the danger she was putting herself in for loving a MoonClanner. She cared for her mate more than any cat in CloudClan. But she found herself easing up around her clanmates, her relationship destroying her permenant bad mood. But because of the nature of her love, she became very secretive. After Dewstep's mate died, Tawnysky managed to muster enough honour to say sorry to her. But they did not talk for moons afterward. This was partly because Tawnysky had her own problems to deal with. She was starting to feel odd. A visit to the medicine cat told her that she was carrying Eaglecry's kits. She was overjoyed, and her mate was similarly happy. Ignoring the dangers, Tawnysky carried her kits without fear, not telling any cat who their father was.

And, a few moons later, she gave birth to five kits. Five beautiful, perfect kits, in her eyes. Bearkit, a brown tabby tom, and his twin sister Bramblekit. A silver tabby named Crisiskit. A spotted she-cat named Periwinklekit, and a dark brown tabby she-cat named Mayakit.

She doesn't care at all
Her memories are long gone

mother;[/color] tawnysky
father; eaglecry
sisters; mayakit, periwinklekit, bramblekit
brothers; bearkit

Eyes close
and fall

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[SHADE. :D]

Accepted.