rainlegs//riverclan

[Elmo]

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rainlegs
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_{thirty five moons - riverclan - representative}

hair just as gold as the sun
appearance
eyes just as dark as the moon

what could be more beautiful then a creature as rich in color as she, with a bodice wrapped in tempting choclate, short and soft. carved with features other females crave to have, slim and tall. yet her graceful limbs are corded in muscle because like any warrior she has trained to fight and defend her clan. eyes, a blend of the sea and sun, mark her face. hanging over a slim, pointed muzzle, while above a pair of tall ears reside. what could be more beautiful then a creature as rich in beauty as she.

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just the way i am
personality
the one and only

kind is she? lovely? words only spoken by cats who have not spent long enough time in her company, cats who have yet to hear her open her mouth. a mouth full of harsh truths, and deadly fangs. her mind is without a leash, letting forth her thoughts to the world around her. truth is everything, and even the smallest ignorance can be your death. which is why she seeks to know any and everything she can. her heart, although seems cold, is warm. basking in the glow of her own love, while rejecting that of others. protecting all that is precious inside herself behind a wall of stubborn pride, and ferice loyalty to her clan. a loyalty that is held above all else in her heart and mind. kind is she? lovely? i think not.

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wrap it up and send it back, i don't want it
history
where the sugar comes from

snow. it was snowing when she was born, both outside the nursery and inside her mothers heart. a heart that had once been overflowed with love and feeling, but betrayals had hardened her and all the love she had once held was gone. there was only strict, unfeeling, hate for her kits. feelings that could not be delivered to the one cat who had made her that way. rainkits father. a Riverclan tom, who to rainkit and her siblings, was a mystery.
with no one else to blame, arcticmask of riverclan turned on her kits. her feelings rising, and raising, until they could no longer be controlled. like ice that hit the floor, she shattered. her mind snapping with her teeth and claws as she returned to the nursery after confronting the mysterious father of theirs, and on her arrival she started killing. snatching up her kits one by one, ripping at their kitten fur, and snapping at their necks. she nearly succeeded in killing them all.
but by some strange twist of fate, rainkit managed to avoid the same ending as her siblings, saved by the one tom who caused it all. Her father.
redmoon, a large and ferice Riverclan warrior, had made a mistake when he had mated with arcticmask. it had been a one time fling after he had argued with his real mate, and yet arcticmask had never seen it that way. a fact that led to all that had happened, and yet redmoon knew he was to blame as well.
to make amends he told of his mistake to his mate, introduced her to rainkit, the only survivor.
but anger, and sorrow drove rainkit to to disown her father, blaming him for all that had happened. an anger and sorrow that built when the tom only nodded, a gleam in his eyes suggesting he was glad he wouldn't have to deal with the awkwardness of having his bastard kit around.

many moons passed over rainkit in peace, and it wasn't long before she was named rainpaw. an official apprentice of riverclan. a fact that should have pleased her because for the longest time all she had wanted was to be the best warrior she could be. but her mentor was the one cat, above all others, that she had rejected from her life. Her own father, redmoon.
unlike her kit-hood, her days as an apprentice dragged on. filled with dread as she thought of the upcoming battle training, or hunting missions. all of which was filled with silence. the tom only speaking to correct her, or instruct her. there were no kind words of praise, no friendly gestures that one should give to another clan member. for all it mattered to him, she was just a stranger from another clan he had been forced to train.
every morning she preyed the day would end quickly, and every night she thanked starclan it was over.

although her days as an apprentice seemed long, it was over before she knew it, and she was being named rainlegs, warrior of riverclan. she had never been so filled with pride, a happy feeling that wasn't even crushed when her father turned and left as her ceremony ended. she was a warrior not, he was nothing to her, and it was the same the other way.
her life has past her by quickly, just as lonely as before, and to this day snow is her worst fear.

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lets see the way you groove
rp sample
music to my ears

this is what she got for being nice, healing the wounded only to be snapped at. for all her troubles she had gotten lost, and couldn't seem to rely on her, usually great, hunting skills. was it this foul weather that had her feeling and acting so disoriented? or perhaps it was because that toms face was still fresh in her mind. he had been handsome and despite his attitude, which was as hash as her own, he wasn't so bad.

she veered to the left, paws splashing through a trickled of water, to small to be called a stream, that broke off of the main waterway. she was unworried about the attention the noise would call forth, in fact she was hoping it attracted attention. perhaps a good fight was what she needed to get back on track, or a battle of wits to put her mind back in order. a cold laugh rumbled in her throat, matching the temperature that glided over her midnight fur. she had been moving, nearly nonstop, since she had left shackles under that tree. an eventful encounter that had been. first saving another she-cat from a fox, and then binding her fractured leg she had left without so much as a thank you. same day she got stuck in a bush, holding out a vicious storm... with shackles, a jackass if she ever meet one. the next morning she had been hoping to leave, but instead she got stuck healing him.

she had stayed long enough to treat his wound and educate him on herbs enough so he could take care of himself before she left. she'd be damned if she got in that kind of situation again.

the cold wind stung her eyes, and the scent of cats burned her nose. speak of the devil, and it shall appear.

snapping her teeth together with a click she stalked forward, forcing herself to ignore the two figures as she march alongside the trickle of water. she would not speak, she would not speak...

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missed a step
other
something bothering you mister

nope nothing

[Neon Blue]

Accepted