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Cecitypaw --name
10 Moons --age
Tom --gender
In Character-- It wasn't fair; the world seemed to hate him, and it just wasn't fair! Mournfully licking a large, brown paw, Cecitypaw looked to the horizon as Earth turned him away from its warmth. The ex-RiverClanner hissed hatefully, wishing the world would die, wishing he could rip his sharp claws through its surface and kill all of its life. His green eyes glowed with anger and terror and hurt, and the apprentice clawed himself in a useless bid to remove the pain of the betrayal of his one, great friend. His friend had been the only cat who'd understood Cecity's fear, a phobia that had made him the laughingstock of the clan. Regardless of how his mother and mentor and others tried to help him, it did no good; he remained afraid, and it was only one cat who understood the phobia. Cecitypaw couldn't even bear to name him now, even within his own mind, for he couldn't forgive his friend for the treason he committed in breaking their pact.
It had been chilly that night, Cecitypaw could still recollect, and neither of the two- kits at the time- had been able to sleep. Having sneaked from the warm safety of their mothers' nests, where each of their littermates was still soundly sleeping, the young toms had crept to the shadows of the camp and made an agreement. They were brothers: never would they leave the other to suffer alone. Only a moon back, his best Cecitypaw was woken again in the middle of the night, and he was there to witness his now unforgivable, unnameable friend's suicide.
The event left poor Cecity shattered, though the bullying from other cats ceased. Day by day, it became simply a matter of do this, do that, but don't let life come back. The little apprentice could only eat and sleep and train in his newly acquired, trance-like state. Now, he trembled with sudden rage, overcome by anger at his friend, and regret. Perhaps if he'd intervened, tackled him before he drew his claws out, maybe if he'd been a better friend somehow, paid more attention. Thoughts tormented Cecitypaw now, and slowly, he allowed his claws to come out, sharp and eager. He was nearing a new territory, having run from RiverClan, unable to stand the remorse that was brought on by errors he knew he'd made. Clueless as to where he was, the strong, raging little tom yowled carelessly into the night, without a thought for who might hear, and who might come running.
The cool night air ruffled his medium length, soft brown fur, and there was a faint whistle as a gust of wind passed by. Angry turmoil was built up inside Cecitypaw's head, making it spin. The apprentice was unable to concentrate. He thought he might faint. Still he was angry at the world's unfairness, however. Cecitypaw realized something that would have come as a shock to him, had he been more sane at the moment: he didn't believe in StarClan. All his life, the tom had been raised to believe in his ancestors above, and the belief in them had occasionally carried him through his most difficult moments, the times when his phobia was strongest, as well as the time in the past moon when he'd been desolate at the loss of his friend.
Now, Cecitypaw discovered that he didn't believe in StarClan because if such a wonderful group, such a powerful entity as one that might observe the living from the sky, existed, then would his friend not still be alive? Both of them had been faithful to StarClan, had thanked their ancestors for every bit of fresh kill whose lives were lost for the greater cause of their survival, had refrained from speaking ill of their clanmates, lest StarClan deem them unacceptable, had followed the Warrior Code to the word. Death by any means was no way to thank a cat for their loyalty. This resolved in his mind, Cecitypaw refused to believe any longer in fake, non-existent ancestors. He would not think wishful thoughts of receiving a prophecy from them, he would not follow their code, and he would not be a part of any clan that believed in them.
Cecitypaw squared his shoulders now, feeling himself to be stronger now that there was no longer doubt in his mind. Worries about what he had done wrong to deserve to have his one true friend taken from him had plagued Cecitypaw for the past moon, keeping him up at night and invading his dreams, turning them into nightmares. As the tom's views changed and he calmed slightly from his previous rage, other things were resolved in his mind as well. Something inside him matured, and the tom held his head high now, proud and strong. What he saw now was weakness hardened into hard, cold loathing for life and the world, and a new path clear in his mind. His eyes seemed to blur, the world becoming fuzzy, until he had to close his eyes, unable to hold them open. This was no matter, though, and nor was the fact that he could now smell another cat closing the proximity between them.
The sun was gone, impossible to see over the horizon. Instead, the moon shone, hardly concealed in the clear night sky. For once, its bright, chilly glow failed to bring on the phobia. Cecitypaw didn't have to fight himself, unable to convince his brain that he was in no danger, that the world was a loving, welcoming place. He could simply stand and stare up at the moon, allowing it to let the day's heat leave. There was a significant change in the apprentice. It wasn't immediately apparent, certainly not to the eye, but next time he spoke, next time he came in contact with another cat, it would be seen. In the unfriendliness of his new, lonely position, Cecity's heart had felt what no being's heart should feel. It felt the cold of the outside world penetrate inside it, and it had no way to keep the cold from turning it into icy steel, hard and unforgiving.
processing --clan
apprentice --rank
atheist --religion
Out of Character-- Open to anyone [Uber-advanced only]
Unsure what that is, but interested in posting?
Go ahead and send me a pm; I love mail :3
Word count: 1024
So if you had trouble following this, your character is currently approaching through the dark, unseen for the moment. Cecitypaw is looking to join BloodClan. He doesn't know whose territory he is on at the moment, but once he understands that it's BloodClan, he will wish to join. You must post at least 1,000 in character words. I suggest saying that you state that you're working on a reply first, then you edit that post to be your reply. This would be so no one ninja's you after you've written 1,000 words!
(Yes, he is evil now. Yes, this will be changed (by love, but not just yet). Yes, it would be awesome if your cat was evil; he'd probably kill any cat that wasn't evil given the state he's in at the moment.)
Anyway, thanks for viewing; can't wait to get a reply! ccc:
Also, I really appreciate your understanding in that this is uber-advanced! <33
open --mentor
open && ic --mate
nine point five of ten --muse
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