[justify][font=new times roman][color=#FFFFFF]Semi-advanced, only toms can join as my character's future mate. I'd like this to be interesting, so you can throw in other cats for drama and jealousy or other things during the roleplay. Makes it all the more interesting, no? Whether your character is in or out of the clan depends on you. I don't mind either c:
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[justify][font=new times roman][color=#FFFFFF]The chilly leaf-fall breeze whisked away fallen leaves through the crisp morning air, creating faint whistling with the still hanging leaves of vibrant reds and yellows. Small critters were storing food for the cold leaf-bare soon to come. The day was another longing hours of dealing with life problems for a particular she-cat. Her stomach would twist and turn uncomfortably from a case of anxiety and stress. Nothing seemed to go right for her.
All because of a rare occurrance, everyone around her acted differently and more rudely. It wasn't her fault she was apparently some hideous creature sent from The Dark Forest, not her fault because of her albinism. The milky white fur was adored by the other queens until her eyes were open, seen to be deep red. Well, more of a pinkish color. Not flat out red like the patches on a picnic blanket. It had never happened before in FadeClan, or any other clans and groups that were nearby in the large expanse of forest. Her genetics were extremely rare, so everyone thought of it as some curse or bad prophecy that StarClan never told them of. She had still managed to climb her way up to be a medicine cat through many tough times, but life was still...unsatisfying, still the same with the teasing and gossiping, even in her new experience of adulthood, being a young age of only 14 moons. They never let it down.
Puretail gazed up at the glimmering stars in the midnight blue canvas, her tail wrapped neatly around her shifting paws. A sort of curiosity shone in her crimson eyes while observing the glowing objects above her, something about how her life was going to be from now. Not much optimism could be shown as she thought depressingly of the hurtful comments received since only yesterday. Her life didn't seem worth living if that was all it had; sadness and disrespect because of something so....likely not important. The she-cat didn't fit in well, as much as she wanted to, but nothing worked. Only some were kind enough to start up a short conversation before moving on with their days, but the only ones who would really stick up for her were her late parents. Now they were gone, not there to comfort her anymore. Most cats would trade glances and stare oddly- almost as if they were expecting something until she was out of their sight. Did they hate her? What did she ever do to them? She was all innocent, had not done a single crime, unless you considered sneaking out of the camp.
Puretail looked down and fiddled with her two paws, sat on top of a large boulder. Her ears flopped down to each side of her head, and tears formed at the rims of her eyes, against her own will. She couldn't cry, not because of this. Be tough and ignore it. That was what she always told herself, but nothing ever changed. Insults were too hard to not be bothered by. Why not give up now? No genuine hope really sparked in her anymore, and she felt like an outcast with no friends. No family. No nothing. All cheerfulness was slowly lost, and now here the albino was, sitting alone in rogue territory, and contemplating death.
