[xx]..her portrait;; in B L A C K [x.dragon]]

[(aurora) of the problematique]

Catch your breath. Quiet now; don't say a word.
You should run it but won't do any good.
Prayers forsaken when you lose faith inside.
It's not time to die!!

dragonrush

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a mythical monster generally represented as a huge, winged reptile with crested head and enormous claws and teeth, and often spouting fire; a very watchful and strict woman; a fiercely vigilant or intractable person

warrior
female
55 moons
eclipse

Your life....
Is it a lie
when you get what you're looking for?
Will your cravings subside
or will you crawl into
an empty, early tomb?
Lay down and give up inside..
She'd rather die!

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Oooh, the essence of war-torn majesty is what makes up this lady. She sits in a world of darkness, where brothers betray their brothers and where a Clanmate would save himself over his Clan. She is nothing special, in some cases. She has ears, a tail, four legs, working eyes and mouth. She has a name, a conscious, a sense of morality, a belief in StarClan. She is a cat, as everyone in the Clan is. But...there is something about her...something that makes her who she is.

When you first see Dragonrush, your first instinct might be to cringe. Horrific scars extend thin fingers, beginning from her cheek and chin area then branching out like tree roots up and down the left side of her. You might stare, wince, offer a sympathetic smile. She'll just keep walking, looking forward with a thousand-yard stare. It's hard NOT to look at her. She's actually beautiful in that mauled-up grizzly-bear-motherly way. However, the moment she jerks her head to catch who's staring, most of them are looking up at the clouds, whistling ever so innocently. She'll narrow her eyes and look away as the cycle continues. However, she is not hated for how marred she is, she is venerated. She's fought in many many battles, against MoonClan, against foxes, against the Tribe. To EclipseClan, she is hero material, someone everyone looks up to and respects. However, they don't feel the pain that courses down her shoulders and spine from the scars deeply embedded in her muscle. They don't pay attention to how she flinches when she hears a loud sound. Senior warriors don't do that. They're the backbone of the Clan.

Kits revere her for her bravery yet fear her lashing tongue. Apprentices long for her approval and wince at her expression. Warriors can't wait to compare themselves to her, recoiling when they heard her sordid stories of imprisonment with rogues and such endless torture.

Looking past all this, Dragonrush isn't anything special. She does have that odd charm that some might able to see but most don't take the chance with her. She's not exactly beautiful, but she is a female and has all the feminine charm combined with the fierce, rugged appeal. She'll find you pathetic if you trip over your paws because of her. Don't act stupid, if you value your life. There's something in that tight jaw of hers that could set off the ticking of a heart bomb in a tom. Perhaps it's the steely glint in her hazel eyes.

EclipseClan is a mottled bunch, having cats of all shapes, sizes, and colors. She fits right in here, being a strapping middle-aged she-cat with long hair and a long tail. Dragonrush is not a green or red creature with large wings and claws, spouting fire down from the skies. Oh no no, she is a marvelous being colored black and white, with beautiful hazel eyes. She's different from her Clan, yes. You could pick her out of a crowd easily, by the way she towers over everyone even though she slouches.

A somewhat-lengthy description of her fur should be included. Being mostly black, Dragonrush starts out with a black nose and eyes that constantly change color but tend to be mostly yellow with tinges of green, brown, and gray. The black extends, coiling down her cheek and then stopping. However, it continues down her spine, giving her an uneven saddle blanket. Her ears are white, though, and the ivory that claims them branches out all over Dragonrush's fluffy chest. She does have some black on her front paws and her chest.

When you fall,
so spent from emotion,
she is what
brings you to your feet.
Where challenges lie...
We're on the verge of destruction.
She pulls you back
and she gives you wings!
(Death wont hold you as tight as she will!)

From the beginning, Dragonrush has been a rather harsh cat. To describe her would be like the coldest winter season. At times, storms of snow and ice lash at nature, cracking trees in half and dumping up to two feet of snow on the ground. Then...in the morning, you look out, standing on the layer of ice over the snow, marvelling at the scarred beauty of the icicle-laden trees and the crows flapping their wings as they fly low over the sparkling ground. She's not the worst cat around, but she can get a bit on the fritz.

She is well-known for her militaristic discipline and close vigilance. She took the brunt of the abuse from Magicalsight, as she was the one to first rebel against her mother and raise her siblings on her own from such a young age. While she does not scream and curse like her mother did toward children, Dragonrush is not a patient woman nor tolerance of disobedience. She will also not care if she disciplining kits who are not even her own. However, she loves her nephews and Pandakit with a maternal closeness rarely seen in the she-cat, guarding them with her life against any foe.

She can be classified as cold, as she only smiles at her nephews, but she is not rude on purpose. That is simply how some perceive her, which is no one's fault but their own. She doesn't have much of an expression, and her hazel eyes seem sort of empty, as she bears many crosses for the sake of her Clan.

She does not tolerate dismissal. When she says something, she expects you to acknowledge her in some way or you will be feeling her claws digging into your flank as she pulls you back to look her in the eye. Do not underestimate her and do not play pranks on her. Not only are they fatal mistakes, but they affect her mental stability and she could try and kill you before she realizes that you are a fellow Clanmate. She is jumpy and skittish but she doesn't show it, not like the nervous types she sees around that shiver and mumble constantly. She's constantly watching her back, her eyes shifting at every movement as if she expects an ambush.

She is quite merciless, unwilling to let full-grown cats enter EclipseClan. She thinks they're just conspirators against the Clan who want nothing more to see her home burn down. Dragonrush is extremely loyal to her Clan, and they come first, no matter what. She's not much for family though, still on horrific terms with her mother. She hasn't even tried to get to know her father or uncle.

Can you feel her
running through your veins?
She will always live forever.
(Can you bear the burden?)

Can you feel her
running through your veins?
She will always live forever.
(Can you bear the burden?)

Magicalkit, as a kit, had been something magical alright. She was a wonder child, a prodigy, a gift from StarClan to her parents, it seemed. She was pure-black with a white moon-shaped pattern on her brow, and everyone thought she was some sort of blessing. However, this sort of went to her head and by the time she was an apprentice, she lost many of her friends. The magic of her youth was gone and people began to see that she was an ordinary cat, like the rest of them. Some made fun of her, callied her names, and did all sorts of mean things to her because of her arrogance and spite. The worse one of this was Lizardpaw. Magicalpaw liked him a lot but Lizardpaw wanted nothing to do with her and made it quite known. However, Lizardpaw's brother Sedgepaw liked her but she hated him, thinking him weak and not good enough for her. However, Lizardpaw felt bad for his brother so he planned a way for Sedgepaw to get with Magicalpaw. The two brothers mixed scents and covered themselves in prey so that Magicalpaw couldn't tell the difference between them. Then Lizardpaw "apologized" and offered to mate with her. However, he told her that she had to close her eyes. Magicalpaw agreed and prepared herself. Lizardpaw stepped aside and let Sedgepaw make his move. When the thing was over, Sedgepaw left and Lizardpaw told Magicalpaw that she could open her eyes now. Smirking, he told her about the entire trick. She was furious at him and vowed never to see him again. However, Lizardpaw kept holding it over her head.

By the time Magicalpaw, Lizardpaw, and Sedgepaw were warriors (Magicalsight, Lizardrunner, and Sedgewaters), she was heavily pregnant with Sedgewaters' kits. She refused to talk to either brother. Lizardrunner taunted her about it and Sedgewaters avoided her at all costs. At thirteen moons, she gave birth to five healthy kittens, whom she named Dragonkit, Lightkit, Crossedkit, Daffodilpaw and Pondkit. Dragonkit and the others grew up without their father. When Sedgewaters heard about the birth and offered to be in their lives, Magicalsight dismissed him, chasing him out whenever he neared the nursery. She also lost her happy-go-lucky, everyone-loves-me demeanor. She began to be very strict on the kits, punishing them at the slightest instance of trouble. Dragonkit took it upon herself to be the mother of the other three kits, who began to look to her for guidance and maternal comfort when Magicalsight would do nothing but holler obscenities.

It was a relief to be out of the nursery at six moons alongside Crossedpaw, Lightpaw, Pondpaw and Daffodilpaw. It was here when the three others really began to develop their personalities better once they were away from their domineering mother. She tried to keep them close to her but the mentors of the four refused her, especially since Dragonpaw's mentor was Magicalsight's sister, Spiritchaser, a she-cat who knew how Magicalsight was. Sedgewaters was still too shy to talk to his children and none of the kids would go out of their way to talk to him. They knew who he was though.

Dragonpaw was proven to be an excellent apprentice, barely affected by her mother's smothering attitude unlike the three others. Spiritchaser and Dragonpaw got along extremely well, as they were close in personality. When Dragonpaw got her warrior name as Dragonrush, Spiritchaser cheered the loudest.

Now the five were Dragonrush, Crossedclaw, Lightmist, Pondwaters, and Daffodiltail. Daffodiltail was the last to settle down and get a family. She moved into the nursery and later bore her mate three tomkits: Paintedkit, Fallenkit, and Yellowkit. Dragonrush was thrilled to be an aunt to her sister's kits, as there was a time when Daffodiltail thought she was barren. While she was very strict and commanding, Dragonrush liked kits very much...when they did what they were told. This little soft spot in her heart belonged to a little tom named Pandakit, who was being neglected by his parents and abused by his sisters. It came to the point where he came to Daffodiltail for milk because his mother wouldn't nurse him. The two fell in love with the little boy and the three tomkits quickly accepted him as their adopted brother of sorts.

However, tragedy struck. Pandakit's parents weren't too happy that the Maine Coon was thinking of Daffodiltail as his mother. They slit the she-cat's throat in her sleep. When Dragonrush found out about, rage coursed through her in a heat that burned brighter than any other temper flash she had ever shown. When Lichenpelt and Pinespirit were exiled and Pandakit's sisters beat him up for causing trouble, Dragonrush came to the rescue. She disciplined Royalkit and Paradisekit so hard, they never touched their brother again. She took care of the poor boy along with her sister's boys, who are almost apprentice-aged.

Taking care of Pandakit and the three other boys was difficult on her mentally. She had never been a mother and she was extremely jumpy, having had bad encounters with rogues when she was around 20 moons. They kidnapped her and tortured her as their playtoy for almost a year, so long that the Clan thought she was dead. When she returned, they couldn't believe their eyes. She had changed a lot in that year.

You'll turn your back.
You'll patronize.
She's bleeding.
You will question your every want.
She's bleeding out.
She's bleeding out.
She's bleeding out.

Death won't hold you as tight as she will!!

Can you feel her running through your veins?
She will always live forever.
(Can you bear the burden?)
Can you feel her running through your veins?
She will always live forever!

Magicalsight : mother
Sedgewaters : father
Lizardrunner : uncle
Spiritchaser : aunt/mentor
Pondwaters & Crossedclaw : brothers
Lightmist & Daffodiltail : sisters
Paintedkit, Fallenkit, Yellowkit : nephews
Pandakit : adopted nephew

She's bleeding out.
She's bleeding out.
She's bleeding out.

Death won't hold you as tight as she will!!

Can you feel her running through your veins?
She will always live forever.
(Can you bear the burden?)
Can you feel her running through your veins?
She will always live forever.
(Can you bear the burden?)

Can you feel her running through your veins?
She will always live forever.
(Can you bear the burden?)
Can you feel her running through your veins?
She will always live forever.
(Can you bear the burden?)

painting portraits of ghosts

Can you feel her running through your veins?
She will always live forever...

[SHADE. :D]

Accepted.