Grebe xx Eclipse

[(aurora) of the problematique]

[ grebewing ]
^{[grebekit ;; grebepaw ;; grebe ;; grebewing]
[any diving bird of the family Podicipedidae, related to the loons, but having a rudimentary tail and lobate rather than webbed toes]}

[After all this time of asking questions] she-cat
[Of trying to find something to quiet this soul] 16 moons
[I’m left alone within my mind] eclipseclan
[Into this self-made hell I dwell] warrior

[It’s not as hot as you would think,
More so dark and cold with no room to breathe]
Her appearance--sleek fur, few scars, soft pads--give the evidence of her young age, but that is misguiding to Grebewing's mental age. Nothing can be compared to her eyes, the way they gleam, glitter, and shine at the sound of argument. Her unearthly eyes, her smiling eyes, hereyes that are the color of a hurricane cloud at its peak: swirls of monochromatic gray with hints of black and white. We shall begin on her physical description, from top to bottom. Her paws, colored of tawny and dark burnt-sienna, are rather small but they provide excellent support to inflict the strength of the muscles hidden in her legs. Her paws stretch upward into her lengthy limbs, blotched and banded with black and tawny. One can see the muscles straining and rippling in each long bound and run. Grebepaw's forelegs rise to become her shoulders that then arch into her spine, which, in turn, runs past her back legs into a willowy tail that is mostly black.

Her tawny and sable-blotched neck leads into her mostly-black head, of normal size. Streaks of ochre lead to her muzzle and his nose, a button-sized thing the color of fresh dirt. Grebewing's stormy irises lay above her small snout, narrowed and rimmed in dark striping.

Grebewing's blotched pelt (for which she was named) is short and silky, gleaming in any light available. It’s most black with blips of orangey-brown and dark-brown, like the wood of a cedar or the feathers of a grebe. This brownish tone grows more fiery on her chest and face, seemingly like a sunset. Puddles of sunlight spray over Grebewing's fur, in patterns that resemble those of rivers or wraiths.

[I’m sorry, I don’t think it’s gonna to be ok this time.
My heart has skipped its final beat, (it’s beating me down)
Onto the floor. That must mean that the pills are working.
The glass isn’t half empty this time,
I smashed it on the ground a long long time ago.
It shattered when it fell,
And I broke the pieces (Each shard’s another reason),
Another way to give up.]

Grebewing rarely trusts other cats unless they have proven themselves to her. She likes practicing fighting techniques and would love to fight someone who she believes can give her ‘a beautiful death‘. She will take advantage of any opportunity to do so. However, Grebewing is very honorable. If someone helps her out, she will not hesitate to repay the offer. Grebewing tries not to gain enemies by showing great respect to those she had fought, but she is cunning, fierce, fearless and strong. She will do whatever it takes to survive. She believes everyone should be firmly yet justly disciplined, and Grebewing does not tolerate derogatory comments about other Clan cats, for they should be respected. She will promptly chew you out, the cheeky little thing. She has a tendency to be belligerent and tends to be hasty, and rude and crude. Grebewing likes catmint and profane language [not Twoleg profanities, mind you. Words like fox-dung and what not], but is honorable in her own way. She is considered to be a brick wall in many respects.

[This skin is so tight (so tight)
That the air (the air)
Can’t reach my brain (my brain).
There is nothing telling my heart to beat any faster,
To let me scream for help.]

They saw. They met. They fell in love. Pantherstealth and Petaldance were longing for each other and they finally became mates in their home of EclipseClan, creating five healthy kits. Grebekit was, of course, the predictable cheeky, fiery she-cat out of all of her siblings.

Grebekit was soon shown to be a fierce female, someone definately to be reckoned with. Having learned her appalling vocabulary from her father (as well as his pelt), she held no qualms in chewing someone out. No matter the age or size of the cat, Grebekit always made it her business to knock their block off if they crossed her the wrong way. However, some emotion was shown in Grebekit's life when her father, Pantherstealth, went off to war against a mysterious force called the Tribe of Nightmares. She begged him to come home safe and sound.

He came home a wreck. Grebekit was finally shown to have an emotional side to her besides anger. She was distraught and talked back at anyone unless they scared her into silence, like what Mavericksky had done.

She became Grebepaw at 6 moons, and was given her father as a mentor. That was a good thing, for she would not have obeyed anyone else. The she-cat was drilled in training, and she never gave up, doing her best to impress her father/mentor. However, she met a tom named Galbraith. The night before her warrior ceremony, she ran off with him. They were not in love, however. She just realized that this rogue could teach her things her father would never come to understand. After months of teaching, she finally decided to come back home.

[I’m sorry, I don’t think it’s gonna to be ok this time.
My heart has skipped its final beat, (it’s beating me down)
Onto the floor. That must mean that the pills are working.
The glass isn’t half empty this time,
I smashed it on the ground a long long time ago.
It shattered when it fell,
And I broke the pieces (Each shard’s another reason),
Another way to give up.]

Pantherstealth :: Father, Mentor
Petaldance :: Mother
Costanoheart, Kinkajouleap, Cobaltfeather :: Brothers
Liladance :: Sister
Galbraith :: Mentor

[I will never give up.
I will never take the easy way out.
I will never give up.
I will never take the easy way out.] Painting Portraits of Ghosts

[The glass isn’t half empty this time,
I smashed it on the ground a long long time ago.
It shattered when it fell,
And I broke the pieces (Each shard’s another reason),
Another way to give up.

This is (This is life).
This is (This is struggle).
This is (This is love).
This is (This is war).
This is (This is life).
This is (This is struggle).
This is (This is love).
This is (This is war).]

[SHADE. :D]

She's not born yet, but hey. ^^
Accepted.