psychosocial [[luster !!

[(aurora) of the problematique]

I did my time and I want out.
So effusive - Fade - It doesn't cut...
The soul is not so vibrant.
The reckoning - The sickening
Packaging subversion
Pseudo sacrosanct perversion
Go drill your deserts - Go dig your graves
Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save.
Sinking in - getting smaller again
I'm Done! It has begun - I'm not the only one!

lusterpurge

luster - radiant or luminous brightness; brilliance; radiance
purge - to rid of whatever is impure or undesirable; cleanse; purify; to put to death or eliminate

And the rain will kill us all. female
Throw ourselves against the wall. 91 moons
But no-one else can see cloudclan
the preservation of the martyr in me. elder queen

Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.

Her picture

Lusterpurge is not a big cat. She favors more of the height measurement, with long, willowy limbs and a body to match. She was a beauty when she was younger but days like that are gone. Her body has somewhat become dilapidated over the many long years. Her luxurious hair colored gold and brown-black has thinned out and become patchy in some areas. Her tail is long but it’s broken at the end so it looks like an L. She can’t even feel when someone steps on it. She’s a bag of bones, really. You can feel her ribs and the ridges in her curved spine. She’s afflicted with arthritis so she hobbles around from place to place.

Her large ears are raggedy and are not what they used to be, but she can still hear well, even if she pretends like she’s deaf. She can’t see as well as she did in her youth. Her dark-amber eyes have dulled over the years, making their former beauty fade away. Her nose is half tan and half black due to the blaze of tawny that runs down the middle of her face. True to her tortoiseshell classification, she’s black with patches and speckles of tawny all over the place.

There are cracks in the road we lay.
But we're the devil filth, the secret death gone mad.
This is nothing new, but would we kill it all?
The hate was all we had!
Who needs another mess? We could start over.
Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong!
Now there's only emptiness, burn elicit self-threat.
I think we're done. I'm not the only one!

The first thing you’d say about this cat is “Wow, is she crazy”. However, she’s quick to scream that she’s not crazy if she ever hears someone call her that. She’s jumpy and can get hysterical really quickly. However, if you get to know her, she’s actually really nice. She just jumps the gun about things too quickly. She’s gentle when it comes to kittens.

One of Lusterpurge’s defining personality traits is that she wants to be a mother very, very badly. In fact, she is so desperate to have children that she will steal kittens from their nests and take them to her nest just so that she can ease her maternal instincts. The older queens know about the she-cat’s obsession and when their kits are missing, she’s the first person they go to. Actually, she’s a really good babysitter because she goes absolutely batshit if anyone trespasses onto nursery territory. She may not be a good fighter but she’s got a grip from hell. If she manages to knit her claws into your hair, you’ll have to break them off or kill yourself to escape her clutch when she doesn’t want you to go.

New queens will think her somewhat psychotic, but Lusterpurge is quite harmless. She doesn’t harm any of the kittens that she steals, merely keeping them by her side and grooming them. She doesn’t produce milk but she urges them to nurse anyway. She keeps to herself most of the time, mumbling to herself and observing mostly everything that comes within sight or hearing.

And the rain will kill us all.
Throw ourselves against the wall.
But no-one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me.

Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.

Her name was Palefreeze, and she was a beautiful tortoiseshell. Her mate’s name was Rootpelt, a white and black tom, deputy of the Clan, and a serial killer. But of course, Palefreeze didn’t listen to the accusations against her love. In fact, she was in league with him, giving him the best ways to murder the cats that displeased her.

It was a brisk day in Winter when Palefreeze was to give birth to Rootpelt’s kits but she was very sick. A queen named Skyhue offered to nurse the kits until Palefreeze recovered from her Greencough, lest the tortie give the sickness to the defenseless babes. However, Palefreeze took umbrage at this and ordered Rootpelt to kill her, thinking the queen wanted to steal her kits. The deputy did as told, strangling Skyhue in her sleep. However, Skyhue was a popular queen with no enemies. There was an investigation into her death, and some of the paws were pointed at Palefreeze. The queen became paranoid and abandoned her four kits, Lusterkit, Longkit, Ebonykit, and Ripplekit, and Rootpelt. The tom became infuriated at this. He decided to chase her down, fearing that Palefreeze would rat him out. Neither returned.

So began the life of Lusterkit, orphaned a few days after birth. Few wanted to nurse her and her siblings, fearing them to be cursed. She longed for a maternal embrace. This was granted in the form of Stainedheart, a very young queen who had become pregnant a moon before her warrior ceremony and had her kits the night before Palefreeze gave birth. She took the four kits in with her two boys and raised them up to apprenticeship.

Lusterpaw was chosen to be medicine cat apprentice, an honor she looked forward to fulfilling. However, she didn’t like the fact that she couldn’t have a mate and kits, for she loved motherhood with all of her heart. Her mentor was a tom named Mudflap. They got along rather well but, one day, Mudflap took it too far. Lusterpaw felt as if Mudflap was trying too hard to prove himself to her. He bragged a lot and always pressed against her whenever they passed. Many times, she told him that she felt uncomfortable with him whenever he did that but he just kinda brushed it away. Then, the horrorific rainy night came. Mudflap broke the medicine cat rule and attempted to mate with Lusterpaw. She managed to break his grip, and then she ran. Mudflap chased after her, but she was saved by StarClan’s divine power. A lightning bolt hit Mudflap square in the face. She struggled to CloudClan, telling no one what happened except that she found her mentor dead. However, she no longer wanted to be medicine cat apprentice. She traveled to MoonShard, where StarClan took away her oaths and named another one. She came home and was named Lusterpurge, warrior of CloudClan.

She distanced herself from Longtail, Ebonycloud, and Rippleshadow and instead dedicated herself to finding a mate and a tom who could teach her how to fight after her failed stint as a healer. After two moons of searching, she found him. His name was Wildfire. He was older than her by almost a year but he did his best in training his unofficial apprentice. They eventually fell in love after three moons of courtship, but Wildfire was not ready for children even though Lusterpurge longed for it so badly. She was so desperate to have kits that she had an affair with another cat named Hickorysky. When Wildfire found out, he was enraged and left her. Lusterpurge stayed with Hickorysky and became pregnant with his kits, but they were all stillborn when she went into labor. She was mad with grief and then began her twisted descent into maternal madness. Believing that Hickorysky was the one at fault, Lusterpurge left him and met up with this tom named Anthemrising. At 24 moons, she became pregnant again but like the previous birth, her children were born dead after a traumatic and long labor process. This left her uterine walls heavily scarred. The medicine cat told her that she would never be able to hold kits to term.

Denying Anthemrising’s sympathy, she ran to the nursery and buried herself, going insane because she could never be the mother of kittens. She really let herself go to hell. She lost some of her hair and sometimes harmed herself because of her grief. She refused to leave the nursery and she became somewhat of a monster character to the inhabitants of the nursery, who couldn’t see her but could hear her wheezy breaths and snarls, along with her somewhat moldy smell.

Fate! Cannot catch this lie, (Psychosocial)
I've tried to tell you thrice! (Psychosocial)
Your hurtful lies are giving out. (Psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing, I can't help it. (Psychosocial)
If it's something secret. (Psychosocial)
Is this what you want? (Psychosocial)
I'm not the only one!

palefreeze - mother
rootpelt - father
rippleshadow - sister
longtail - brother
ebonycloud - brother
mudflap - former mentor
wildfire - former mentor/mate
hickorysky - former mate
anthemrising - former mate

And the rain will kill us all.
Throw ourselves against the wall.
But no-one else can see
the preservation of the martyr in me

And the rain will kill us all.
Throw ourselves against the wall.
But no-one else can see
the preservation of the martyr in me

PAINTING PORTRAITS OF GHOSTS !!

[SHADE. :D]

Accepted.

[(aurora) of the problematique]

_{Shade, she's in CloudClan, not MoonClan}