Post by idk my bff brindle on Dec 30, 2008 12:13:35 GMT -5
[/color]tacitpaw
1. understood without being openly expressed; implied: tacit approval.
2. silent; saying nothing: a tacit partner.
3. unvoiced or unspoken: a tacit prayer.
[/blockquote]2. silent; saying nothing: a tacit partner.
3. unvoiced or unspoken: a tacit prayer.
[/color][/font]She's out of luck, out of hope and out of cigarettes
Misunderstood with naked pictures on the Internet
Her social deviance is teasing me and I know what I want
And I'm really gonna really let her know that I like her
But I just don't care enough to fool around with love
tom
10 moons
serenityclan
apprentice
painting portraits
of ghosts
Yeah my baby's pretty as a car crash
Sexy as a stinger of a hornet in your arm
just another modern swinger
screaming "catch me if you can"
with a cigarette in hand and it's love
it's heavy and it hurts and it's love
[/color][/font]Sexy as a stinger of a hornet in your arm
just another modern swinger
screaming "catch me if you can"
with a cigarette in hand and it's love
it's heavy and it hurts and it's love
PICTURE!!
Where to start with Tacitpaw? His head is slim, and his cheekbones are prominent. He stands out from the others in his Clan simply because of that. The head of a wildcat is supposed to be broad and wide, and Tacitpaw is noticeably different. His whole body is slim, and despite how much he eats, Tacitpaw remains as skinny as a rake. He's a great jumper, and he seems to never run out of energy. He works better in the dark- the light hurts his eyes. His eyes, which are the palest shade of gold as it borders orange. His ears are long and pointed at the top. They're filled with black fuzz over pale pink skin. His nose is a light pink, covered with so much blotches of black that it does look black. His paws are slim and agile, and they're wider than he is. Tacitpaw's tail is long and good for balance. His whiskers are shorter than usual, but he had good balance despite that.
But the most unusual thing about Tacitpaw is his fur. His fur is short and slim, but that's not it. His pelt is a deep black in colour, but it seems to never rust in the sun. Odd, right? This means that even when out hunting during the middle of the day, Tacitpaw looks like a shadow. His pelt is glossy, but not in the way you might expect. It looks dull from far away, but when you get closer, you can see that it is actually well-groomed and washed. But it never gleams or reflects light. That makes him better at stealth during the night, but not during the day. His eyes react harshly to the light- it burns them. He’s ‘photophobic’, in a way, and his night vision is much better than average. There are no markings on the skinny tom. Just jet black fur. He's quite a looker, however.
Strung out on blow
She doesn't know why she's not feeling good
Dropped out of school
Now she's moving out to Hollywood
Her reckless decadence is taking things a little too far
[/color][/font]She doesn't know why she's not feeling good
Dropped out of school
Now she's moving out to Hollywood
Her reckless decadence is taking things a little too far
Personality-wise, Tacitpaw is a quite interesting cat. To those looking in from the outside, he may not seem like much. This is because he's mute. Not because he chooses to, but because he doesn't have a tongue. He can still make grunts and groans that communicate what he wants, but he generally uses body language to put his points across. He's usually quiet, skulking at the back of the group and keeping to himself. No one asks for his opinion, and he doesn't give it. That is, when he's around other male apprentices. When he's just with she-cats, Tacitpaw is a bit warmer. He fascinates them with his pelt and his lack of tongue. He'll nuzzle others and nod happily, making grunts of distress when he's scared. But Tacitpaw is best when he's on his own. When the tom is running through the woods, hunting or patrolling, he gets a huge rush of adrenaline. He feels free, and imagines that he's racing to save his leader or hunting a fox.
Despite being mute, he's not deaf. Many arrogant cats make that assumption, and they talk down to him and treat him badly. Tacitpaw resents that, and the tom does what he can to make him seem like a strong apprentice. He hunts more than usual, and volunteers for every patrol. Deep down, though, the tom knows he's not that useful in a battle. He can't run and get help without it taking much longer than usual. He can't repoty what he's seen on patrols. But the mute tom doesn't care. He's desperate to prove himself and finally be accepted into the Clan.
Yeah my baby's pretty as a car crash
Subtle as a splinter
Yeah my baby's smooth like sandpaper
Warm just like the winter
screaming "catch me if you can"
with a cigarette in hand and it's love
it's heavy and it hurts and it's love
Skywing was perfect in every single way. She was a beautiful silver tabby she-cat. She was so amazingly beautiful, all the toms in the Clan loved her. But what they didn't know was that she was pretty damn stupid. She was a bad warrior, never quite getting her crouches right. She could fight, and always ran and hid. It wasn't her fault, really. Blessed with such a gorgeous pelt, she had spent her apprenticeship flirting with toms rather than training, like she should have been. As a warrior, she was beautiful, but no one wanted to be her mate. They thought she was pretty, but when they got to know her, they backed off. Skywing had a major crush on this handsome tom called Shortfur. He wasn't that big, but neither was she. His fur was dusky brown, and his eyes were a light gold. Skywing followed him everywhere. She slowly noticed that he was spending time with her sister, Arcticwing.
Upset that her love and her sister had become mates, Skywing went wandering in the woods. That's when she met Thief. The dark brown tabby was perched in a tree, watching her. Naive as she was, the she-cat spilled out all of her trouble to the loner. Shrewd as he was, he leapt down and offered to comfort her. Nodding, Skywing pressed her pelt against his. All it took Thief was twenty seconds. Then it was over. Skywing returned to the camp. She was so dimwitted, she believed Thief loved her. She met him outside again, and the same thing happened again. It went on for awhile, until Skywing began to feel funny. Seeing the medicine cat, she learned that she was pregnant. She didn't tell Thief. She simply had two kits. One was thin and weak, and a strange blue colour. The other was a blazing ginger, and he was strong.
Skywing took them out to meet Thief. Thief took a liking to the ginger right away, but not to the blue one. At this time, they weren't name. Skywing wanted Thief to name them. Thief looked them over. He liked the ginger one, and decided to name him Blaze. The tom looked at Skywing and asked if she and Blaze wanted to leave the Clan and come with him. Not wanting to lose her mate or her healthy, strong kit, Skywing agreed. They left the blue kit behind. He began to yowl and squeal, wanting his mother back. Eventually Thief returned to silence him. He looked him deep in the eyes before the tom opened his kit's jaws and ripped out his kit's tongue. "Tacit!" he hissed. He was about to kill the kit when Shortfur arrived.
The tom had continously scented Skywing leaving camp, and Arcticheart had urged him to go after her. So Shortfur had. He had found her kit. Chasing Thief away, another warrior arrived and took Tacit to safety. The medicine cat knew the little kit would die if his tongue was healed. She stopped the bleeding with cobwebs, and then did the unthinkable.
She stole fire.
A candle had been sitting outside a Twoleg nest, far from camp. But she had sent someone after it, and they got it. The medicine cat took a large stick in her jaws. On the end was a small rock that they had wedged on. She stuck the rock in the fire until it was burning, then she turned and placed it on Tacit's tongue to cauterize the wound. It was painful, but Tacit healed. Then the Clan leader named him Tacitkit and accepted him as a member of the Clan. As a kit, he was always out of the group. At first the other kits bothered him and asked him questions, but they soon learned to leave him along. Tacitkit turned to Tacitpaw in silence.
Staring at my shoes thinking of something to say
But nothing's better than what silence is saying
Every time I turn around
she's always looking away
It's just the nature of the game that we're playing
[/color][/font]But nothing's better than what silence is saying
Every time I turn around
she's always looking away
It's just the nature of the game that we're playing
skywing mother
thief father
blaze brother
arcticheart foster-mother
shortfur foster-father
And I think I'm tapping out
I think I'm gonna skip the title bout
[/color][/font][/size][/blockquote]I think I'm gonna skip the title bout
