Darkheart__FrostClan

[keladry]

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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 DARKHEART of the great FrostClan Age thirty-six moons Gender she-cat Rank warrior current How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS BLACK and my eyes are blue Scars Her pelt is riddled with them; none are particularly more noticeable than the others. Appearance Darkheart is a very small she-cat. She was completely finished growing at the age of 8 moons. No one is completely positive as to how this happened, but it's got to be in the bloodlines. Even though she's short, she's built as an adult would be. No one mistakes the black cat for an apprentice. At least, not anymore. Darkheart has disconcerting eyes. It isn't possible for an all black cat to have blue eyes. Darkheart has a white patch on the bottom of all four feet. For some reason, her actual paws aren't white. Also, the she-cat has muscles bunched in the wrong places. Most cats have thicker hindquarters and a deep chest. These muscles make hunting easier. Darkheart has thick legs and a solid neck. It's obvious she spends her time fighting. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M LOYAL AND BRUTALLY HONEST Personality Darkheart contradicts her own personality so many times in so many ways, it's hard to describe. She's playful, sharp-tongued, quick tempered, easy to get along with, very maternal, usually pissed, and many others. The only thing about her personality that makes since is her guilt. Frankly, Darkheart cannot hunt. For some reason, when she was made, StarClan did not smile upon her. She simply cannot stalk prey. There is something that makes her psychologically unable to make her muscles work the right way. Because of this, she can't feed her clan. She basically feels completely worthless. Even though she's not matched in battle, Darkheart does not think she's a real warrior. She always takes the extra border patrol. Always asks for whatever duty needs to be done, but her anger at herself tends to leak out and few can stay around her long. Preferences She enjoys fighting, the company of Clanmates, battle, being needed, being useful, etc. She absolutely abhors hunting, everyone else, fish, water, rain, etc. Yes, she's a FrostClanner that doesn't like fish. Secret Ambitions Learning how to hunt. However, she never actually tries this anymore. Strengths/Weaknesses Her biggest strengths are her honesty, her loyalty, and her ability to keep a calm head in a bad situation. Her worst weaknesses are probably her hatred of herself and her inability to hold her tongue if she's already upset. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE LIGHTFLOWER AND BLACKTAIL Family mother:: lightflower | father: blacktail | one brother, one sister Event that Lead to being a Warrior Darkpaw was forced into a border skirmish. She fought more bravely than the other apprentices with her and nearly bled to death for her troubles. History Dark-kit was born as third in a litter of three. Wow, big surprise there. The medicine cat labeled her for dead the first night of her life. Amazingly, however, the kitten made it through her first dark hours. As the runt, life only got harder. She could eat...every now and then. It's not that her brother and sister were evil or mean, they were simply bigger, and nature doesn't always work for the weak and small. She managed though. Whenever it was particularly bad, Lightflower would notice her existence and make sure she got some sort of nourishment. However, even though the little kit was marked as weak and few gave her a moment's thought, no one was surprised when she became an apprentice. Unfortunately, the first lessons an apprentice goes through are hunting...and no one was surprised when she failed miserably. All six moons of her life, her siblings had constantly bullied her. Now, they doubled and sometimes tripled their efforts. Yes, she has a tongue and is quick to judge another, but she's not bulletproof. Their words hurt. Soon, she began to believe that she would never make a kill. The idea sank in so deep, she began to view it as fact. Darkpaw no longer tried to hunt. Instead, she threw every ounce of strength she had into fighting. It managed to keep her mind off of how horrible she was, but the damage had already been done. By the time Darkpaw was only ten moons old, she hated herself. Just before her warrior's ceremony, a badger moved in not far from camp. Both of her parents and her brother were in the party to send them packing. She, however, was confined to camp for picking a fight with a senior warrior earlier that day. Only half of the party came back, none of them unscathed. Both her parents had given their lives for the safety of the Clan. Darkpaw didn't mourn, not really. Neither parent had been particularly fond of her. Time passed. The leader gave her a name fitting of her personality: Darkheart. She still hates herself more than anything else in the world -- calls herself useless, a disgrace to the Clan, dispensable. She is always the first into battle and the last out. She wakes before dawn every day to try to hunt at least a little and almost always comes back empty-pawed. Much of the time, she appears half starved. Well, she is. If she cannot be useful in some way, she wont eat. Darkheart volunteers for any and all patrols that do not involve hunting, sometimes taking two or three a day. It's easy to see where she's coming from, but it's hard to completely understand it. Sample RP DJ paced around the bar. He had cleaned it and recleaned it and then mopped the floor and scrubbed the lightbulbs for good measure. Yeah, he had been working non-stop in Celcius for the last 6 hours, completely skipping sleep. He had gotten off the computer at just after 2 AM that morning, talking to Amaya. She had this way of like...making his whole world flip upside down. How was he supposed to think when her innocence made him second guess everything he said or did? How the hell could he function like that? He had an answer: there was no fucking way. Amaya Suzuki was the bane of his existence. There was a reason he avoided the good girls like the plague. They were like his sister: sweet, innocent, sheltered. It drove him insane. This one especially. That was why he was at the bar long after closing. That was why he wasn't asleep like any normal man would be. No, of course not. He was up trying to figure out how the hell he was going to deal with this beautiful little asian girl that seemed to have him tripping. Kaiden even said something about it. The team was going to have a field day if he didn't do something about this. Yeah, Shane had a girl, but that was different. Stefany had dated Amaya, but he was a fag; hence, the name "Stefany". He stopped and turned toward a picture above the bar. It was supposed to 'set the mood'. He didn't know how the hell it did that, but aparently it did. It was made by someone who could make illusions and a telepath. The makers had made the painting show what you wanted most. He expected to find what he always found: a nude girl, her face hidden, laying on his bed with her legs spread open, begging him to come to her. This time, it was different. He saw Amaya's smiling face against his chest. Immediately, he shut his eyes. "NO! There's no way." DJ glanced at the clock. Was it really morning? Yep. A look of decision crossed his features and he grabbed his leather jacket off the back of a barstool, taking off out the door. He knew she was in one of the dorms on campus, and as a student, there was no reason for him not to be allowed on school grounds. Then again, even if someone told him "no", he could always get what he wanted...just make them look him in the eyes, and they were at his mercy. Not 15 minutes later, he was sitting in his fully loaded 2010 black GMC Sierra 2500 staring up at the girl's dorms. Of course, she could've been in the co-ed dorms, but for some reason, he really doubted that. Getting out of his beloved pick-up, he took a deep breath. What the fuck was he doing here? Simple, seeing Amaya. He promised he'd see her today. Ok...how was he going to get in? He hadn't gotten that far yet. So, he took the direct route: straight through the front doors. Stopping the first girl he saw, he made eye-contact. "Tell me what room Amaya Suzuki is in?" She told him. "Do not tell anyone about this conversation." She nodded blankly. He turned and walked back out the doors. He walked around to the other side of the building and looked up. He could definitely see Amaya's window. There was no way he'd be able to get through the entire building undetected, so he'd go the safer way. Or at least, it was safer in his opinion. Cracking his knuckles, DJ set his mind to the task at hand. That was the only way to get stuff like this done. Handhold by handhold, foothold by foothold, DJ made his way up the side of the building. If he were to fall, he'd probably die. Yeah, he could command any being on the planet by giving them a direct order, but his rock climbing ability wasn't exactly the greatest. He could almost reach the bottom of her windowsill when another thought struck him. What if her window was locked? That would suck. Then again, what reason would she have to lock her window? He glanced down. Yep, long enough...haha. Shaking his head, he thanked God -- not for the first time in the last few minutes -- for having the designers of the campus put brick on the outer part of this building. Otherwise, he would never have made it off the ground. Finally, after what seemed like forever -- but was only a couple of moments -- DJ pushed open Amaya's window. Or at least, he hoped it was Amaya's. He couldn't be for certain becuase she wasn't in the room. No one was. As silently as possible, DJ pulled himself into the dorm room. Glancing around, he was glad he made enough money to live on his own. Being in one of these dorms would suck. First inspection told him that 5 people called the place home. However, the second glance said that only one of the bed areas was used: the one closest to the bathroom. Running his gaze around the edges of the bathroom door, he could see light. If he strained his ears, he could hear the shower running. She must be in the shower...I'll just wait for her. Being the smooth player DJ was, he decided to sit on Amaya's bed, leaning back on her pillows looking like he owned the place. At once, he knew it was her room. The very faint perfume he had smelled around her that first day on the beach was here, and he was fairly certain he'd seen her wearing that shirt before. His eyes raked over her belongings, coming to land on the book on her bedside table. It was Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin. If he had any doubts as to the room's owner, they were gone now. What high school girl would read a book like that when it wasn't required by the school? None. He picked it up and turned to the first page, ready to wait as long as need be. He didn't have to wait long. He heard the handle click and looked up, watching the door open and by far the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on walk out. The first thing he noticed was her hair, it was down around her shoulders in that not-dripping-but-not-completely-dry-either look. The next was her clothing. There was none. She was simply wrapped in a towel. She was gorgeous. Wow...I expected to see you, but I didn't expect to see so much of you. Luckilly, he was smart enough not to say that outloud. Instead, he just looked at her. He couldn't pull his eyes away. There was only enough time for a heartbeat, if that long. He sprung from her bed, leaving the book open to the page she had been on originally and moved to her. The space between them receeded at an alarming rate. Before she had any real time to react, he placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to him, pressing her tiny body against his. Without thinking about it, DJ lowered his head and kissed her, full on the mouth. His lips crushed her's in a firm but gentle way. His arms slid around her, holding her in place against his chest. A few heartbeats later, his lips pulled away, two sweet words dancing on his lips. "You're mine..." 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

[Juniper]

Accepted!