Post by INK . on May 4, 2009 13:37:54 GMT -5
Awaiting the night as it calls,
I am its only desire.
It wants to consume me, and I am willing to let it.
I am its only desire.
It wants to consume me, and I am willing to let it.
Name: Inkrain
Definition: INK: A fluid, or a viscous material or preparation. RAIN: water that is condensed from the aqueous vapor in the atmosphere and falls to earth.
Gender: She-cat
Age: 23 moons
Clan: EclipseClan
Rank: Warrior
Looks:
The inky blackness of her pelt glows almost blue in the light of the moon. In daylight, her fur is true, midnight black, glossy and beautiful, medium lengthed and faintly fluffy. Inkrain is a very pretty she-cat in all, everything feature on her is perfection. Her eyes are the most astonishing sky blue, dashed through with icy scratches.
Inkrain's legs are long and swift, they can take her miles - the she-cat is known as a fast runner. Her claws are a metallic black, deadly and sharp, and can inflict some nasty damage. Her tail is long and graceful, dappled with short fur that trickles up it in a feathery ocean. On her muzzle a healthy black nose, and beside it on both sides, an impressive spray of elegant black whiskers. Her ears are alert and acute, and her voice is a deadly, sugar soft. Inkrain's teeth are jutting and sharp, pearl white and with a creamy sheen. Inkrain's paws are small and dainty, packed with the same dark fur that covers her. There is so much fur there that hides her deadly claws.
Actions:
Inkrain is not a very sociable cat - she prefers to be alone most of the time. Like this, she is unaware of how beautiful and graceful she is, and how a lot of cats admire her. The she-cat often likes to run to escape her worries, and it is the only thing that keeps her head clear at the worst of times. Sometimes, she sits in camp with others, she has a few very close friends, but most she tends to stay clear of.
Polite and neat, Inkrain always is very respectful of her leader, deputy and medicine cat. She is sensible, but not strict. When she is ordered to do something, she will do that with a slight dip of her head and move away without comment. Inkrain is brave and courageous, and in battle she fights like a tiger, hissing and spitting defiance. She is always on the look out. Very alert and watchful.
The other side of Inkrain is mostly hidden. Her other side is loving and gentle, kind and affecionate. She would love to be a mate and a mother, though she doubts it will ever happen to her. She is quite a protective cat, and can't stand stupid behaviour. She is never afraid to speak for herself and speak her own opinions. She believes every cat has a chance to say what they feel.
Past:
Inkrain was born in EclipseClan to a black-furred, green eyed she-cat named Ebonyglade, and a brown tabby tom with bright blue eyes named Copperstripe. She had a younger sister named Songkit, and an older brother called Rustkit. Songkit was black-furred, like herself, with spring green eyes, and Rustkit was a golden-brown tabby with pale lime green eyes.
In those days, Inkkit used to get into trouble a lot. She often sneaked out of camp in the middle of the night - mostly influenced by Rustkit. The last time she did this, she had been in trouble for pestering the elders in the day, and was called 'small' by one of them, so she went of in a selfish strop in the middle of the night. She felt angry. Why shouldn't she be an apprentice now? Then she'd make those stupid old cats sorry!
Inkkit ended up nearly being killed by a hawk, and it was just so lucky that the deputy of the clan happened to be night hunting.
Finally, she became Inkpaw, and was apprenticed to a stern white and ginger tom named Flamespots.
Flamespots was strict and got Inkpaw to work very hard. In these days, Inkpaw spent a lot of time with her little sister. Songpaw was a very small, shy little thing who depended entirely on Inkpaw to protect her. She was very scared and jumpy of everything. Towards the end of her apprenticeship, Ebonyglade was killed by a monster and Copperstreak disappeared, running off in grief for his departed mate, and never returned.
Inkpaw became Inkrain when she was 12 moons of age. Songpaw was renamed Songbird and Rustpaw was renamed Ruststreak.
One day, Inkrain and Songbird were hunting. Songbird was still frightened of everything and stayed close to her older sister the whole while. Inkrain had been asked to collect herbs from the medicine cat as the medicine cat apprentice was sick, and she left her sister to hunt while she went to collect some herbs.
Songbird was acting very strangely. She begged Inkrain not to leave her, that something was wrong, and she had to stay with her. Inkrain told her she was being silly and went off to collect some herbs.
Moments after she heart pain-filled screeching, in Songbird's voice.
She ran back to find Songbird's dead body laying bloodied on the floor, and a huge great dog running away beyond.
This was the moment when Inkrain's personality changed. She became less sociable, less talkative, and very upset. She blamed herself for Songbird's death. Her sister had known something was wrong. She knew.
A few moons later she started to get very friendly with a handsome young tom named Bluenight. He had a silver-blue pelt and handsome amber eyes. The two fell in love and for three moons, Inkrain was very happy. And then Ruststreak was killed by a badger, and her mood decreased again. The only thing that she lived for now was Bluenight. A moon passed, and she found her whole life was Bluenight. Then there was a fight with a rogue group at the border, and her beloved mate was killed.
It was horrible. Inkrain thought about killing herself. She lived for nothing. Nothing at all. But her clan leader. Loyal as she was, she decided to keep living, and make the most of her broken life.
Now Inkrain works for her clan every day, to live for the cats that depend on her. She still sees Bluenight in dreams, and also all four of her lost family members. She is keeping true.
In Character:
The forest was one of the most beautiful times the dark-furred she-cat had ever seen it. The crumbly earth was a mahogany brown and the bark of the trees was richly stowed with sap. The leaves clang delicately to the thin twigs of branches, tenderly fluttering in the weak breeze, a bright, happy green. The colour of them reminded Inkrain of her dead mother's eyes, and a stab of sadness struck her.
"You know, we should do this more often," Her thoughts were broken by her sister's soft voice. Songbird stayed close to her, glancing around as if she were expecting a fox to attack at any moment. "Its nice."
"Yes, your right." Inkrain replied, a smile curving her maw. It was nice to hunt with her sister. It refreshened her nearly as much as running did.
The medicine cat apprentice was ill, so the medicine cat had asked Inkrain if she could collect some herbs for her, as she was busy with the patient.
Inkrain agreed quickly, and set out with Songbird.
They came to a clearing, and Inkrain was feeling confused. Songbird was looking very edgy, more than usual. She glanced around every few seconds, and the fur on her back was beginning to rise.
"I'm going to collect some herbs." Inkrain told her sister. "I'll be back in a minute."
"Wait!" Inkrain flashed round as she heard her sister's sudden outburst. "You can't leave me on my own. Please!"
"Your a warrior now, Songbird! Your just being silly, wait here!"
"No, Inkrain, you don't understand! Something's very wrong!"
Inkrain just rolled her eyes and ran off before Songbird could stop her. She ran through the grass, following the scent of a cluster of juniper berries nearby.
She stopped suddenly as a single, panicked screech pierced the quiet evening air. Inkrain's heart stopped cold dead.
Songbird!
She ran back through the trees, wincing as another feral scream ripped through the sounds of the atmosphere. This time it was not panicked. It was so filled with agony that Inkrain started to shudder. Her sister was in great danger.
She skidded into the clearing where she had left Songbird. A huge, giant dog was fleeing into the undergrowth, blood on its paws. Her eyes scrolled down, pained. On the floor lay a black mound of blood-clotted fur.
Songbird lay slaughtered on the floor, lying in a pool of her own blood. That dog had murdered her, obviously just for pure enjoyment.
No.
No.
"NO!" Inkrain screeched in horror, racing over to her dead sister's body. She buried her nose into the cold fur and grieved. It was her fault. Inkrain had made this happen.
Relationships/Kin:
Ebonyglade | Mother | Deceased.
Copperstripe | Father | Deceased.
Ruststreak | Brother | Deceased.
Songbird | Sister | Deceased.
Bluenight | Mate | Deceased.
Other: None.
Codewords: PAINTING. PORTRAITS. OF. GHOSTS.
