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Some of my roleplaying: (High muse)
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Barricadekit--
{Female / Kit / 5 moons / Shadowclan}
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[font=Cochin]I never wanted this. I never wanted to lose myself so easily. Never wanted any part of this either. Is Satan haunting me? I'm so pathetic, my name should be Pathetickit, the she-kit who lets secrets haunt her life. What in the fuck am I suppose to do? Knowing that my brother is a treacherous killer and living with that lingering in my mind. Believe me, I saw it with my own point of view. I saw my brother kill a cat, not just a random cat, our mother.
You see, our mother isn't just any mother. She wasn't caring or protective, nor loving. She was abusive, deadly, demanding, schizophrenic, and mostly insane. In sums of, she had a mental disorder, along with a crazy past that made her this way. You see this scar on my head? My mother done that when I was only 2 moons. My mother thought I was her sister, unfortunately and obviously she hated her sister's guts for reasons I never knew why. My older brother, Cravekit, intently and most defiantly feared my mother. She would beat us for no reason. I still love my mother, no matter how crazy or messed up she is. Though, it was opposite for Cravekit, now Cravepaw.
Now, I am officially going insane. Cravepaw had told me and I promised him that I won't speak of my mother's death, but I had too! It's sooo hard to keep in all of the pain and guilt of keeping secrets. I knew I had to talk to somebody, but who? I had no friends. No one to trust. God damn it life is so hard.I breathed an distressful sigh, in which can anyone in the nursery can probably hear. I laid in my bedding, head on my blueish silver paws. My gray eyes were clouded and read nothing but desire.
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`teach me, show me, the way to heaven
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Zachary Osborne--
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[font=Georgia][color=black]Deserted, abandoned, a ghost-town. The home he use to know, was gone. His family, dead, deceased, killed by the hands of the devil. Zachary took slow depressing-like steps towards the small quiet burnt down buildings. Perhaps, there was hope? Slim chance, this place was literately DEAD. Ashes was only left and a few memories. He took a deep breath, his ribs showed through his shirt. Walking towards the sidewalk, staring helplessly at the living nightmare.
He searched for his little cottage, but it was buried beneath the ashes. He rummaged through them, finding an old piece of cloth that his grandma gave him when he was just a little kid. Zachary clutched onto in like it was precious as gold and slipped it in his pocket. His eye sight blur with tears. "D@mn nazis!" He yelled, his voice echoed through the town, but nothing replied. With a long sigh, he move forward, looking for any sign of life. Though, everything change when those Nazis came and took all of the Jews to the concentration camp.
Zachary was on of the lucky ones who escaped. Well, really lucky. He had a plan, a impressive plan. He always had such plans. It took six months, but it worked. Though, he almost got caught. The slightest bit of suspension in a nazi will get you killed. A running move will make you suffer even move by hanging you by the neck. Which, in Zachary's opinion is even worse then an instant death of a bullet. His father was hanged by stealing one of a nazi's weapon. It was a tragic sight to see.
Zachary clutched his fist, his ripped shirt was ruffling and swaying by the roaring wind. The sands blew in his face, his eyes started to water. Hunger growled and clawed his belly, but he was use to it. Even though he ate a total of four days ago. He felt his unsteady limbs getting weaker by each moment. I should rest. He decided as he sat down on a bench that wasn't burnt down, obviously. He stared blankly at the ashes, blowing around.
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I turn at an ally or two, glancing over my shoulder. No one was in sight... yet.I crouched down behind a trash can. I quickly chewed on the loaf ravenously -- I hadn't eaten in days. Since the fire nation expelled me for such childish acts. I had to steal, or I'll die. People are selfish, a man about to die and trying to take a single loaf of bread and try to chase after him? When they have surpluses of food. Though, I didn't blame them either.
A man stopped at the ally, glancing around. The guard! I sank more behind my shield -- well trash can. As the man got closer, my head was debating whether to run like a maniac or stay put. I decided to stay, I felt my whole body petrified, though my heart was racing, the blood boomed through my veins like a storm. The guard came closer, unaware that I was three feet away, crouched down about to have a heart attack. I'm gonna die. I decided to take action and stop being a baby.
I hurled myself at the guard throwing blades of shining, bright fire at his chest. He winced, like he was more surprised than hurt. A crooked evilly smile appeared on my face -- this was actually fun. Too bad the guard didn't know how to bend. He started to coward away. Though, there were probably more coming. I started to walk fast farther through the outskirts of the earth kingdom. Keeping my head down so no one will notice me. I was wanted here, I saw posters and labels on the little shops. You have to get out of here. Repeated that voice, so I kept moving forward.
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