Post by SHADE. :D on Nov 18, 2006 7:05:29 GMT -5
clock is ticking while i'm killing time
spinning all around
nothing else that you can do
to turn it back
[/size][/left]spinning all around
nothing else that you can do
to turn it back
scrawltale
[/blockquote]wicked partnership she-cat
in this time fifty-eight moons
ripping off the best starclan
condescending smile warrior
trying to forget[/font][/blockquote][/size]
wasting my time
we're falling right through
lying to forget
telling more lies
we're raising our truth
Scrawltale's pelt was made just to fit in with the undergrowth around her. It is only her body that prevents this. Scrawltale has an exceedingly odd body structure, passed from a far flung gene somewhere in her blood. Her paws are long and thin, spindly as the rest of her body. Despite this, they are wiry and strong, not brittle in any way. Each one hides incredible power in the shape of claws - long, sharp, bone-white claws, to be precise. Scrawltale's legs are very long, and extremely thin. So thin they seem only to be lightly furred bones. You can see the marks of her structure beneath her skin. Scrawltale's shoulders are very prominent and pointed, adding to her bony appearance. Each rib sticks out like a twig, making her look emaciated or malnourished. Scrawltale's tail is very long and thin, like the rest of her body. Her muzzle is more angular than the verage's cat's, and her ears spectactularly massive. Her eyes are most unusual, two large orbs bulging from her skull, the colour of gold.
Scrawltale's fur is also strange, though it's colour serves it's purpose. Her fur is so short that it can barely be called a coat. It can be felt if Scrawltale was stroked, but only as a light wisp. Her fur remains this short all over her body. The base colour of Scrawltale's fur is a bark-brown colour, this stretching to cover her entie frame. Stripes of amber and cream interrupt this dull hue, bringing her pelt to life.go on and tease me
clock is ticking while i'm stealing time
can't you turn it back?
stop the cycle
let it free
run away
Scrawltale is, quite plainly, the very opposite of her mother. She has a friendly, mild personality, and is prepared to give any cat a second chance. She is extremely protective over those she loves, and would rather die than see a kit of her's killed. Scrawltale is kind and loving, prepared to care for any cat within her own clan that need's love. But she treats the other clans with a kind of frosty respect, but for MoonClan, whom she naturally loathes, as an EclipseClanner. Scrawltale can be very fierce when she feels her clan is threatened. She is like a mother to most young cats in the clan, keeping them in line and whipping them into shape. She is not particularly strict, as a kit's wistful face will melt her gentle heart. But if a disobedient apprentice speaks rudely to her, or plainly disobeys her, Scrawltale will be merciless. She has developed a fairly thick skin over the years as far as name calling is concerned, due to her odd appearance. This protective mental armour has also helped her cope with the many tragedies thrown her way during the course of her life.
silent sneaking
along my path
rugged the road
but we feel it
like we're flying
Amethystpool had long loved her kithood friend, Glasshawk, and he her. They knew of the unbreakable bond, and because of it became mates. They supported eachother with fierce love, even when Amethystpool discovered she was going to have Glasshawk's kits. The two were overjoyed at the news, and Amethystpool glad that she could at last prove a better mother than Shadestar. Amethystpool gave birth to four kits. Razorkit, Cloakedkit, Colourkit and Scrawlkit. Closkedkit and Colourkit did not live ling after their birth due to an outbreak of Greencough, but Razorkit and Scrawlkit lived. Scrawlkit was the odd one, her overlarge ears always flopping in her face and her brittle bones disallowing play. But she enjoyed her kithood, nursed alongside her brother Razorkit, and Shadestar's second litter, Spicekit and Sugarkit.
Scrawlpaw was made an apprentice alongside Razorpaw, Spicepaw and Sugarpaw. Her mentor was Featherflight, the EclipseClan deputy. Scrawlpaw was never a particularly confident apprentice, but tried her best. When a rogue badger ran loose in EclipseClan territory, killing Scrawlpaw and Razorpaw's father, Glasshawk, she was devestated. Only a few suns, Sugarpaw met the same fate. In fury, Scrawlpaw, Razorpaw and Spicepaw snuk from the EclipseClan camp and sought the badger. Together they killed him, and afterward were made warriors: Scrawltale, Razortomb and Spicetalon.
Scrawltale fell in love young - to a tom named Fennecmask. The two understood eachother, as both had been teased all of their lives. Scrawltale was overjoyed to discover that she was going to have Fennecmask's kits. She later gave birth to three kits: Sunkit, Beacankit and Aspenkit. When the kits were only two moons old, Aspenkit died mysteriously. Scrawltale was devestated, and her greif for Glasshawk and Sugarpaw rose again, smothering her. But death had not finished messing with Scrawltale yet. Fennecmask was discovered dead just inside EclipseClan territory. In a haze of sorrow, Scrawltale lost her faith in StarClan.
Scrawltale only pulled herself back out of misery because of her remaining kits. After Beacanpaw and Sunpaw were apprenticed, Scrawltale took up the reigns of warriorhood once again. The warrior had changed in her long moons of greiving - become harder, and more fierce. This did not changed moons later - when she had granchildren to care for, she was only more barbed and ready. But eventually, after witnessing the death of her daughter, she lost her own life to the mercilessness of a snowstorm.trying to forget
wasting my time
we're falling right through
lying to forget
telling more lies
we're raising our truth
amethyststar mother
glasshawk father
razortomb brother
beaconsong son
sunheart daughter
laurelkit, willowkit, mahoganyflight, sphinxtale grand daughters
brackenkit, cacaokit, mavericksky, toweringheart grandsons
clock is ticking while i'm killing time
spinning all around
nothing else you can do
to turn it back
PAINTING PORTRAITS OF GHOSTS !!wicked partnership
in this crime
ripping off the best
condescending smile