Post by sorrowfrost on Jun 14, 2007 14:41:48 GMT -5
Name: Selenekit
Gender: She-cat
Age: 3 moons
Clan: Moonclan
Rank: Kit
Looks: The length of my pelt is most different, but not unheard of, its length, although shaggy, is of a black colour which highlights my eyes of silver. Some say your eyes can tell everything about a person, I know from my reflection that my eyes show loneliness that has inflicted itself upon me. I step with ease, in hesitant steps that reflect my past and uncertainty in my choices and thoughts. Maybe one day I will figure myself out.
Actions: I feel differently then many, I have more hesitancy in my steps, more uncertainty in my words. I know deep inside that there is someone, somewhere out there that really cares about me. Even if I don't know it now, something tells me I am different, but in many ways I show the true actions of a kit. I know I'm special, even if no one will tell me I am. Even if I do feel alone in this world one day I will find my true self.
Past: I know I don't belong in MoonClan, I feel as though I need to do something extreme to prove I fit in, but what can a kit such as myself do? I have an adoptive mother, and my father has long gone. So why do I feel unloved, alone and a misfit within my adoptive Clan? Maybe my past hasn't been one of thrills but I deserve a normal life just as much as the next cat don't I? My father was Atroxfire and he disappeared without a trace, and my mother abandoned me here, an orphan.
In Character: (Posting as Sorrowfrost)
Some days she felt as if she could fly away and never come back, never look back, like she could leave the world behind and fly free. Almost as if she could grow wings and fly away into the endless, neverending sky and find a bliss within herself, regardless of what everyone else said. She felt as if no one could love her for who she was because...of her condition, so she restrained herself, a solitary soul in hope of acceptance by her Clan. But she felt like an outcast, someone who didn't belong anywhere, maybe there was somewhere out there waiting for her to take flight and discover a whole new life waiting for her, one that would deeply and truly give her happiness within.But for now she was stuck within this life, one of disregard, fighting and long lost lives. They all put their lives at risk every day, especially in battle, an innocent soul giving up a life for the good of many, was this a fair way of life? In many ways yes and no. It all really depended on how you look at it. They pretty much sacrificed themselves for their religion. What a way to think of it.
Oh, and one could find them self in heaven and yet find a way to be a critic. Every step deeper within this land was like to find inner peace within ones self. To stop that feud, the on going battle within that raged itself on for hours, even days on end. One could blank out their mind and relax if not for but a while. To stop living up to life's expectations, stop stressing and just calm ones self to a point of no return. To be unaware of ones surroundings, almost trance like and mesmerized. For one cannot truly be themselves without but a little self enjoyment. For relaxing and stress are like a kind word to a whiplash. A difference easily recognized by many, if not all. To feel the wrath of time loosen its grip to a gentle hold upon ones mind. For life is but time itself and easily to be overcome. Justice be done, all living, breathing souls should have time of their own for ones mind is but one thing no other can lay hands upon. A privacy and privilege to be given not stolen. For if ones mind is not optionally given away what does one have left to call their own except the clothe son their back, in a manner of speaking. So why tamper with the minds of others for the joy of ones self. Seems foolish if one is to take the time and think. For actions speak louder then words. For a mistake to an error, a mistake is made when one refuses to fix the problem.
She shifted slightly, suddenly the moment felt oddly awkward. But that would be something she would have to live with, it wasn't a choice. Sorrowfrost, all in all just a soul wishing to live a peaceful life. Indeed mistakes had been made in the past, but was that not the past, and should it not be left there? Bright yet emotionless chocolate hazelnut orbs shifted around to examine the topography from even the smallest ant to the tallest tree, to even the highest cloud. For she indeed did stop to ''smell the roses'' as one might put it, depending on ones own opinion. Every second that was wasted was but her own fault for falling in so deep and giving herself up to the convincing depression, yet something was different, maybe her now well kept self or how she moved that was all around different from the life-lost Sorrowfrost that had once been known.
Relationships/Kin: Amethystar[Mother] Atroxfire[Father]
Other: ...
Codewords: Poison Tear Crash Down
Gender: She-cat
Age: 3 moons
Clan: Moonclan
Rank: Kit
Looks: The length of my pelt is most different, but not unheard of, its length, although shaggy, is of a black colour which highlights my eyes of silver. Some say your eyes can tell everything about a person, I know from my reflection that my eyes show loneliness that has inflicted itself upon me. I step with ease, in hesitant steps that reflect my past and uncertainty in my choices and thoughts. Maybe one day I will figure myself out.
Actions: I feel differently then many, I have more hesitancy in my steps, more uncertainty in my words. I know deep inside that there is someone, somewhere out there that really cares about me. Even if I don't know it now, something tells me I am different, but in many ways I show the true actions of a kit. I know I'm special, even if no one will tell me I am. Even if I do feel alone in this world one day I will find my true self.
Past: I know I don't belong in MoonClan, I feel as though I need to do something extreme to prove I fit in, but what can a kit such as myself do? I have an adoptive mother, and my father has long gone. So why do I feel unloved, alone and a misfit within my adoptive Clan? Maybe my past hasn't been one of thrills but I deserve a normal life just as much as the next cat don't I? My father was Atroxfire and he disappeared without a trace, and my mother abandoned me here, an orphan.
In Character: (Posting as Sorrowfrost)
Some days she felt as if she could fly away and never come back, never look back, like she could leave the world behind and fly free. Almost as if she could grow wings and fly away into the endless, neverending sky and find a bliss within herself, regardless of what everyone else said. She felt as if no one could love her for who she was because...of her condition, so she restrained herself, a solitary soul in hope of acceptance by her Clan. But she felt like an outcast, someone who didn't belong anywhere, maybe there was somewhere out there waiting for her to take flight and discover a whole new life waiting for her, one that would deeply and truly give her happiness within.But for now she was stuck within this life, one of disregard, fighting and long lost lives. They all put their lives at risk every day, especially in battle, an innocent soul giving up a life for the good of many, was this a fair way of life? In many ways yes and no. It all really depended on how you look at it. They pretty much sacrificed themselves for their religion. What a way to think of it.
Oh, and one could find them self in heaven and yet find a way to be a critic. Every step deeper within this land was like to find inner peace within ones self. To stop that feud, the on going battle within that raged itself on for hours, even days on end. One could blank out their mind and relax if not for but a while. To stop living up to life's expectations, stop stressing and just calm ones self to a point of no return. To be unaware of ones surroundings, almost trance like and mesmerized. For one cannot truly be themselves without but a little self enjoyment. For relaxing and stress are like a kind word to a whiplash. A difference easily recognized by many, if not all. To feel the wrath of time loosen its grip to a gentle hold upon ones mind. For life is but time itself and easily to be overcome. Justice be done, all living, breathing souls should have time of their own for ones mind is but one thing no other can lay hands upon. A privacy and privilege to be given not stolen. For if ones mind is not optionally given away what does one have left to call their own except the clothe son their back, in a manner of speaking. So why tamper with the minds of others for the joy of ones self. Seems foolish if one is to take the time and think. For actions speak louder then words. For a mistake to an error, a mistake is made when one refuses to fix the problem.
She shifted slightly, suddenly the moment felt oddly awkward. But that would be something she would have to live with, it wasn't a choice. Sorrowfrost, all in all just a soul wishing to live a peaceful life. Indeed mistakes had been made in the past, but was that not the past, and should it not be left there? Bright yet emotionless chocolate hazelnut orbs shifted around to examine the topography from even the smallest ant to the tallest tree, to even the highest cloud. For she indeed did stop to ''smell the roses'' as one might put it, depending on ones own opinion. Every second that was wasted was but her own fault for falling in so deep and giving herself up to the convincing depression, yet something was different, maybe her now well kept self or how she moved that was all around different from the life-lost Sorrowfrost that had once been known.
Relationships/Kin: Amethystar[Mother] Atroxfire[Father]
Other: ...
Codewords: Poison Tear Crash Down
