t a i n t e d [ r a i n ] *

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i am unwritten, can't read my mind, i'm undefined
i'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

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.. warrior
... she cat
.... cloudclan
..... 32 moons

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i am staring at the blank page before you
open up the dirty window
let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

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A warrioress mysteriously skips in front of you, her gray-silver pelt looking like white fur tainted by rain itself, though the small size of the fem making you bemused of her attitude. Her tiny paws like an overgrown kit's making no marks in the sand in front of you, though her long tail flicks every so often in simple bliss. She turns her head, her wide, pale green-yellow eyes look deeply into yours and begs a simple question 'Follow'.

She is the size of a average, still growing apprentice and from her size looks delicate and easy to mess with. A cat who decides this about her will, quickly enough, find themselves very wrong. Her legs are not very long, but not stumpy, and simply in proportion to her tiny body. Tainted couldn't really be considered thin, but it could be guessed correctly that it is just a layer of skin that covers you from seeing her bones, which keeps her from looking underfed. The she cat's paws, ears, and muzzle are delicate like the rain itself and are uniquely out of size from her body, her paws leaving no marks behind her, and her muzzle and ears giving her a gentle, soft appearance unlike her larger than life, pale green-yellow eyes. Her fur is somewhere between thick and thin, right in between, her chest, underbelly, and paws all the pure hue of white, unmatched by the silver-gray pelt covering the rest of her bodice.

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i am reaching for something in the distance
so close you can almost taste it

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Tainted generally keeps to herself, lives life quietly, keeps on the distinct shy side of the curb. Usually, she talks openly in the confines of her Clan's camp, but once she is outside, she closes in and becomes shy once again, this happens too with cats of other Clan's. This she cat is independent and a lot of the time does things herself, even though she'd enjoy someone else's company just the same, in her situation that's just the way she's used to - she'd never deny a cat friendship or love. Amiable and friendly is a great way to describe her, as, although like everyone she has a mind of her own, she is agreeable in nature and attempts to treat everyone in a kind enough manor, earning her many friends despite the sometimes shyness that sneaks up on her occasionally. She is creative because she gets so much time alone to think about things, and often conjures out-of-the-box ideas which other Clan mate's find useful, giving her a positive reputation throughout CloudClan. One set back for her is that she is a softie, what she considers a weakness on her behalf, she often says things of sentimental value or acts soft heartedly, kittens being her main issue, especially when they figure out Taintedrain will play with them - any game, and help them... anytime. On another side of life, she bottles up her frustrations and anger to appear calm and eventually, on her last straw, will snap bitterly, and can get sensitive and take things not meant to be serious very personally - just don't make this volcano explode.

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release your innovations
feel the rain on your head
no one else can feel it for you

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There's not many cats who can claim to know Taintedrain's history, or if they do, know it fully and in it's proper manor. Her father, Cloudcries was a rather broken member of CloudClan, a deep romantic who fell into love as easily as he fell out of love. He had a mate since he was an apprentice, thought obviously, then, they kept it quiet until they were both warriors. He loved her dearly, but he could not help letting his eyes wander. Cloudcries knew that if his mate, Stillbird, found out he loved another CloudClan she cat she would be fuming, so he did as best as he could - but she was being so bossy, he just didn't feel the same about her, but she could never bare him telling her that, so he kept quiet about his new feelings. As all cats do, he had duties, so on a border patrol he was distracted by a pretty, snow hued she cat from BrightClan, and left the patrol behind just to talk to her. It only took two meetings for him to declare true and devoted love to the young she cat, just barely a warrior - Heartache. Soon after, both Heartache and Stillbird discovered they were pregnant, Stillbird admitted happily Cloudcries was the father, and Heartache forced to bare her kits without disclosing information, making her Clan highly suspicious, how it appeared she gave birth to two shekits whom she named Hushkit and Kissedkit, both stillborn, both oddly looking like no one of her kin. Heartache had given birth to her litter of three kits in the middle of the night, and she took the only live one strait to the border, giving her to Cloudcries, an exact copy of her, smiling and wishing him luck, though she seemed to act a little odd. Later that day, she died of loss of blood - complications from the birth of her kittens. That same night, Stillbird gave birth to an awfully small litter, a single tomkit - though this was unknown to her, as she assumed she gave birth to a snow white shekit as well. The tomkit was named Brokenkit, and by Cloudcries, the shekit named Taintedkit because her once pure fur turned silver-gray after drinking her step mothers milk. The next day Cloudcries went to check on his mate from BrightClan, Heartache, and discovered from a bemused clanmate of hers that she died shortly after giving birth to two stillborns, leaving him with a heartache, and he abandoned his Clan and family quickly after. Stillbird was curious, obviously, about what happened to her mate - it was rumored he ran off, leaving a trail behind him of only scent. She gave her kits to another mother, and ran off after him. It is unknown where either she actually found him or not.

In it's own time, Taintedkit and Brokenkit grew up together best friends and siblings, because they both knew they were the only kin they had left. Taintedkit became Taintedpaw, Brokenkit became Brokenpaw, and they grew apart little by little, though they both still shared a special bond as they each collected their own plethora of friends, some the same, others different. On the same special day, they were claimed warrior's under StarClan's gaze. Taintedpaw became Taintedrain, Brokenpaw to Brokenfame, and both sat vigil together in custom for their Clan. That night, during their vigil, a fox and her kits attacked, the newly named Taintedrain started with the kits, and Brokenfame held of the mother from her, and gradually attacking her. Both the fox and him died together, unknown who killed the other first. Taintedrain eventually killed the two fox kits herself, looking over in distraught at the death of her brother. She sat alone guarding the Clan for the rest of the night.

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only you can let it in
no one else, no one else

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. heartache mother
.. stillbird step mother
... cloudcries father
.... brokenfame half brother
..... hushkit, kissedkit sisters

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can speak the words on your lips
drench yourself in words unspoken
live your life with arms wide open

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. picture

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today is where your book begins
the rest is still unwritten

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. poison tears crash down

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oh, oh, oh
i break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
we've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but i can't live that way

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[SHADE. :D]

Accepted.