time bomb TICKING INSIDE !! (( birch ))

[[xoxo] shard. :)]

Marked for demolition, I'm
Just a time bomb ticking inside
No hope for the hopeless,
I can see the pieces are laid out in front of me

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birchpaw.[/font]

No point even asking why
Couldn't help even if you try
Step inside and you might
Just be the next contestant
To feel the brutality!

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NAME !![/color]
birchpaw

GENDER !![/color]
tom

AGE !![/color]
eleven moons

CLAN !![/color]
brightclan

RANK !![/color]
apprentice

No point even asking why
Couldn't help even if you try
Step inside and you might
Just be the next contestant
To feel the brutality

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APPEARANCE !![/color]
For the seemingly crazy cat who believes he's a curse to everyone around him, Birchpaw is actually a very handsome tom. Normally the nutcases are scraggly, bone-thin hunchbacks with greasy hair that sticks in all directions, right? Well, get ready to kiss that stereotype goodbye, ladies and gentlemen. This BrightClanner is really quite a looker. His fur is neat and smooth, seeing that he grooms it every day, twice a day. Even though he's afraid that getting close to cats will kill them, he can't restrain the emotions he feels to the beautiful she-cats in his Clan, and he tries desperately to win them over. Thus, he doesn't want to look like a drooling freak. No, his medium-length fur is silky and soft, not a burr or bug in sight. As for his frame, he has a very slight build, but that doesn't mean he looks feminine or small. Birchpaw is a very tall, gangly cat, almost the height of a full-grown warrior. His ears are somewhat larger than the average cat's, and his eyes are the shape of almonds.

This tom's fur is very vibrant. Bright, vivid tangerine orange engulfs his lanky figure. He has a very hard time hiding with this, even in the fall (don't even get me started on winter). Splashes of pure snowy white take their territory starting at his pink nose and reaching all the way to the area between his forelegs. The white can also be spotted on all of his paws except the hind-left one. The white on his fore-right reaches up to his elbow. His optics are a stunning yellow-green, contrasting from his pelt.

And there you have it. Birchpaw.

Devastation, Obliteration
Are all in a part of Exascorbation
There's no explaining my situation,
Now why does this s*** keep happening to me?

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PERSONALITY !![/color]
As mentioned earlier, Birchpaw is a bit of a nutcase; he thinks he's cursed. Yep, that's right. He thinks he's cursed and he's not even old enough to be a crazy elder yet. This is one of the most prominent features of his personality, and, quite sadly, the very reason that the multiple she-cats he asks out reject him the moment he starts the whole "Heeeyyy..." thing. If it weren't for his insanity, he'd probably have them all kissing at his feet with his handsome looks and otherwise charming personality. Alas, such is not the case. Every time he's gotten close to a cat, they've died right before his eyes, so he's been lead to think he's bad luck.

So, yes, if he didn't think he was a curse, he could pretty much have any girl he wanted. Birchpaw is a truly loving and caring tomcat. Protective and loyal to the end, he makes the best friend a cat could have. But that's just it. He has no friends. He's become a lonely, dejected feline with no one to love. His days are spent alone in the woods surrounding BrightClan talking to himself. He's a very daring cat. If someone were to walk by while he was alone, they'd think he's crazier than he already is. He enjoys performing dangerous little stunts, such as poking at occupied fox holes and running out on the Thunderpath right before a monster comes, then running back as fast as possible and watching it swerve. For some unknown reason, he hates Twolegs with a passion. No one really knows why, not even he himself.

I've held on too long just to let it go now,
Will my inner strength get me through it some how
Defying the curse that has taken hold
Never surrender, I'll never be overcome

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HISTORY !![/color]
There was Halowing, the mother, and Oakfall, the father, lovers since early in apprenticeship. They lived on to happily have kits in their warriorhood, loving them and treating them well. There were three, all males: Jaykit, Frenzickit, and Birchkit. They were happy young children with happy, caring parents. Life was good, life was normal, life was without a worry at all.

Of course, if their lives were perfectly happy and carefree, this would be a boring story. It wasn't long before everything started going downhill.

When the kits were four moons old, Oakfall caught greencough. It was a moon later when Birchkit was visiting him alone that he died. Jaykit blamed him. This was the seed of what he believes to be his curse.

They received mentors at the normal age of six moons, Jaypaw still hostile towards his brother. Birchpaw was out taking a stroll with his mother and Frenzicpaw one day (Jaypaw refused to do
anything with Birchpaw) when it started raining. They immediately sought shelter in a nearby fox den, not realizing that it was occupied. They heard Frenzicpaw scream before turning around to see him being dragged a away, kicking and crying. He was never seen again. Birchpaw backed out of the den as fast as possible, but Halowing went in to save her baby. The tom raced in after her, screaming that it was too late. She refused to listen, instead crawling in farther and battling against the foxes to avenge her now-dead son. It was one on three; she was killed within a minute. Birchpaw fled, sobbing uncontrollably all the way.

Jaypaw went out to find his family, intending to apologize for how he'd been acting towards his brother. Birchpaw ran into him on the way home, explaining between hiccupy sobs what had happened. His brother was infuriated, blaming it on his innocent brother once more. He lunged, they fought. Birchpaw lost all sense of who he was battling, biting his brother's neck and killing him. He watched in shock as his brother hissed his last breath. "You traitor, you terrible cat..."

Birchpaw brought his brother back to camp, in tears once more, claiming he'd been killed by a fox like his mother and Frenzicpaw. He didn't want the Clan to know what he'd done, no matter how guilty he felt. It had been an accident, and he loved the Clan... He was beginning to become more sure of his curse the more he thought about it. It was too much for him to handle.At this point he was about eight moons old. He was beginning to fall for a beautiful she-cat named Dahliapaw. She was cute, sweet, and not as pompous or flirty as some of the other she-cats were. Turned out she loved him back. She'd brush her tail-tip over his shoulder, caress his face gently. It wasn't long before they fessed up to each other, deeply in love. Everyone knew it, too. They were a cute little couple, hunting together, playing together, walking together.

Pantherheart was Birchpaw's mentor. She knew how he felt about Dahliapaw and invited her and her mentor to train with them. As you can imagine, it didn't end well. All of them except for him were killed when an ambush of rogues attacked. He kissed his love good-bye as she breathed her last breath. He stayed at the site for the rest of the day until a search party went out to find them. When they did, Birchpaw was sobbing silently beside Dahliapaw's broken, bloodied body, whispering how he loved her, no matter what. And then he knew it. The was no doubt that he was a curse to all he loved and cared for.

Now he's become a lonely, heartbroken tom, depressed at too far early of an age. Dahliapaw has been pushed out of his mind, however painful it was to do. The memory was more painful than anything could ever be...

Too dark for forgiveness, I
Can't seem to do anything right
When I try to rebuild I see my humble shelter
Just fall to the ground again

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FAMILY !![/color]
halowing deceased mother
oakheart deceased father
frenzicpaw deceased brother
jaypaw deceased brother
dahliapaw deceased mate
pantherheart deceased mentor

Object to the evil, I
No point to let anyone try
Take heed my friend lest you be torn assunder
Like all that's become of me

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painting portaits of ghosts...

Decimation, disintegration
All being a part of imagination,
There's no explaining my situation
Now why does this s*** keep happening to me?

I've held on too long just to let it go now,
Will my inner strength get me through it some how
Defying the curse that has taken hold
Never surrender, I'll never be overcome

I've held on too long just to let it go now,
Will my inner strength get me through it some how
Defying the curse that has taken hold
Never surrender, I'll never be overcome

I've held on too long just to let it go now,
Will my inner strength get me through it some how
Defying the curse that has taken hold
Never surrender, I'll never be overcome[/color][/size]

i'll never be OVERCOME![/center][/size][/color][/blockquote]

[SHADE. :D]

Accepted.

Deerpaw and Birchpaw are going to be so cute. <3