Cursedflight_SoulClan

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=200815] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM CURSEDFLIGHT of the great SoulClan Age 29 moons Gender She-cat Rank Warrior...or deputy maybe? Muahaha... How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS BLUE-GRAY and my eyes are dusky teal Scars Small ones that literally coat her entire body. Appearance Cursedflight's form begins with her startling eyes. They are the perfect blend of blue, green, and black, but they have a piercing quality that makes the mixture seem like sapphires, onyx, emeralds, and diamonds have gathered in her stargazing eyes. Her face, which contains these dazzling marbles, is a blue gray, with slightly more gray than blue milling about inside of it. Her body continues with her nose, a dusk-gray that seems to have hints of sparkling silver inside them. Her whiskers are blue-gray like a cloudy morning, but are so thin that it is hard to see any colors at all; unless of course, the moon is shining on them, which turns them into a startling moonstone gray. Her fangs are long sharp knives, and are pearly white with just the hint of a crystalline shine to them. Her ears are the same color as her pelt, but tip in a flame-like patch of deep black. Where her ears end, and her neck begins, so does the huge amount of scars that dot her fur. They are all nearly invisible, but the moss that has collected over the many moons since she got them has turned them all a rather blunt forest-green. This greenish color blends into her normal blue-gray undercoat, turning it from a cloudy sky into a forest of winter blue spruce trees that sparkle with sterling snow. This earthy pattern seems to shift every time she moves, creating a hypnotic view that seems to draw the viewer inside her fur. Her shoulders, which are coated in this stupefying color scheme, are thick and strong, with as little flexibility as the front legs can have. These front legs end in surprisingly delicate-looking paws with short, wicked sharp claws attached to the toes that you don't want to get close to. Her underbelly, which loses the blue tinge but keeps the greenish one, looks like a canopy of clouds lazing above a darkened grass field, but she won't let you ever see that unless you are fighting her. Her hind legs are thicker than her front legs, and end in stronger-looking paws that have lightning reflexes. Her tail is the same color as her fur, minus the tip, which increases the blue tinge and decreases the gray, making it look like a summer forest at midday. All in all, she's a foreboding and earthy-looking cat with some deadly weapons. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M HEADSTRONG AND LOYAL Personality Every brain cell in Cursedflight's mind constantly tells her that following the rules and fighting loyally for the Clan will eventually get her promoted. Most cats, who are actually a bit sensible, would say 'screw you, stupid brain. I can do whatever I want.' But not Cursedflight. She is extremely loyal to her leader, and will find evidence to back up any of she her Clan's leader's ideas, no matter how far-fetched, stupid, or downright crazy. She hopes that, one day, her perseverance will be rewarded and she will finally, finally, be deputy. She easily plans for the future, and imagines that when she finally is promoted, she will no longer fully support the leader's ideas, but add remarks herself to make them even better ideas. She is very persnickety over rule infractions, even small ones that no one even knew about until she pointed it out to them. Kits, who are young and don't know the rules yet, are cats she can deal with if they break a tiny rule; but once the cats get to six moons, they better have memorized the code. Or at least know to stay away from Cursedflight. Cursedflight, though she seems to push away friends with her fussiness, is secretly very, very lonely, and wishes just for a friend. Of course, deputy comes first over friendship, but her loneliness sometimes literally eats her away, and she sometimes cannot eat for days at a time when it is particularly bad. She is unnerved by thunder, and will often ask for tiny campground tasks during a lightning storm. Thunder, on the other hand, seems to calm her nerves with it's crashing. To her, it is a gentle shaking that gets her on task again. She hates unnecessary violence, and it is the one thing she will openly object to if suggested by the leader. She doesn't wish to get the blood of the innocent spilled onto her paws, and can't see why anyone would want it. She is strong and courageous when she has to be; in battle. She is very intelligent and strategic, but refuses to take on an ally for fear of having their spilled blood her fault. She never, ever, ever would perform a killing blow. To her, it is dishonorable, war-promoting, and worst of all, breaking the warrior code. She'd die protecting those words. Though she doesn't intend to anytime soon. Preferences Likes-Helping her Clan, leading, hunting, life in general, the stars/the night sky. Dislikes-Death, loss, being called weak, loneliness, unnecessary violence, sacrifices, winter, lightning storms Secret Ambitions Deputy/leader. Strengths/Weaknesses Strengths-Strength, instinct, reflexes, intelligence, loyalty. Weaknesses-Making alliances, speed, blind fury, rapid-fire attacks, killing blows, dealing with forces beyond her control. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE NESTFEATHER AND FOXTALON Family Nestfeather-Mother-Dead Foxtalon-Father-Dead Blackpaw-Sister-Dead Sparrowkit-Brother-Dead Event that Lead to being a Warrior Found an active foxhole, and sister died while fleeing from the foxes. History Cursedflight was not born with the first name 'cursed.' She was born to the name 'Cloudkit' for her stormy, then just blue-gray, appearance. She was always playing with her brother, Sparrowkit; they were constantly running about and discovering 'hidey-holes.' Blackkit was always trying to get them to be rational and safe, but to no avail. Sparrowkit and Cloudkit were playing around one day, and Cloudkit wanted to show her brother a cool tunnel she had found. She herself had gone through the tunnel at least a dozen times, which, little to her knowledge, had weakened it severely. Her brother jumped a bit too enthusiastically into the tunnel, and it collapsed, entombing him forever in a mound of rock and earth. She furiously tried to dig out her brother, but it took hours, and by then, Sparrowkit was gone. She brought her dear brother, and more importantly, dear friend, to her mother, who thought she had killed him. "You cursed kit!" she had cried, and that was what everyone called her after that. Cursedkit. Even Blackkit, her sister, called her by this name. It was almost like a banishment, and effectively kept away any chances of friends. Her sister felt sorry for her, and tried as best as she could to get her a friend before apprenticeship. She, in this way, became, not really as much as friends like Sparrowkit had been, more like...allies. Blackkit, unfortunately, did not succeed. Cursedkit, now dubbed by this name by everyone in the Clan, who had forgotten her previous name, became Cursedpaw. Her reluctant mentor, dubbed less reluctantly by the name 'Coaleyes,' was very superstitious, and feared that not training her would be worse than training her. Not training her could result in bad luck, and with a name like 'Cursedpaw,' bad luck was very, very, very bad. Deadly, even. So, Coaleyes taught Cursedpaw everything he knew, which was quite a lot. The one thing he couldn't teach her was speed, but by that time, she had enough strengths to make it as a warrior, and then some. Cursedpaw learned from her mentor the ambition it took to become leader. She fought harder in front of the leader, which was rare, since being called 'cursed' meant that superstition among Clanmates was high. But she learned enough to go looking for trouble, just to show the leader that she was warrior material. And one fateful day, she got to do just this. It was raining. Storm clouds coated the sky, and to Cursedpaw, this meant a perfect opportunity for adventure. Cursedpaw and her sister Blackpaw were out scavenging for foxholes, or, if you wish to learn what they were supposed to be doing, hunting. Blackpaw had agreed to this only because she thought that if her sister, who had been socially banned from the rest of the Clan, caught a fox, she'd be accepted into their culture. But Cursedpaw's frolicking through the muddy earth finally came into fruition; she discovered an active foxhole. Cursedpaw called to her sister to come see it, but alas, her apparent 'curse' struck again, and the mother fox emerged. She wasn't too happy about two young cats prowling around her territory, and attacked them. Cursedpaw and Blackpaw fled from the fox, but as said before, Cursedpaw was not good with speed. She fled up a tree, where the fox dared not come forth while other, easier prey was available. The fox went after Blackpaw, and eventually, got her. Blackpaw screamed for help, and Cursedpaw's every instinct told her to help her sister, fight the fox, do something. But Cursedpaw, deep in her soul, knew that there was nothing she could do. So she let her sister die. The fox ran off after delivering a fatal blow, and Cursedpaw rushed to her sister, running through a thorny bush, scarring every square inch of her body. She was dying, and her last words would ring throughout her mind forevermore. "Remember me, Cloudkit." Cursedpaw brought her dead sister's corpse, rolling in some damp moss to lessen the pain of her scars, giving them the greenish shade they have now. The leader knew that Cursedpaw had not done this by the bloody tears in her eyes. Cursedpaw told her leader about the foxhole, and a large team of warriors went to chase it off. The leader completed her warrior ceremony after the warriors came back; they had been victorious. She became Cursedflight. Branding her with her 'cursed status' forever, and assuring that any possible friendships were gone forever. Cursedflight was rather depressed after her ceremony, and hung around her parents for the first few moons, and no one told her otherwise. Actually, no one got within ten feet of her, for fear of being 'cursed.' These Clan-wide suspicions were supposedly confirmed when both Foxtalon and Nestfeather caught a nasty case of greencough and died, though it wasn't the cause of some made-up curse, but rather just a sickness that was the result of a combination of old age and a winter virus. Cursedflight had prepared for this, as though her curse was real and very predictable, and felt little to no pain at all for the loss of the last of her family. She decided that nothing could 'curse' her ambition away, and focused on becoming deputy instead. She still remembers her sister and brother, but is dedicated to getting her goal of deputy, and eventually, leader. No one will ever forget the name 'Cursedflight'! Sample RP NEVAR! See Windpaw's bio! >:3 You call me by the name I’ve lied I meet in secret with those who’ve died Though life is not’ but treachery This life is all the life in me

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