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Post by valkyrie on Apr 22, 2013 14:19:16 GMT -5
To receive any of the cat's I put up for adoption I'd like for you to make a very short reason of why you want them and how you will role play them due to the fact they both play a huge role with my cat Hawkfeather. If you have any question just ask.
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Post by valkyrie on Apr 22, 2013 15:38:29 GMT -5
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MY OUTSIDE
Name: Fawnwhisker Age: Thirty-six moons | Three years Clan: Sunclan Rank: Warrior Gender: She-cat ----- Breed: Bengal Eye color:Pale blue Pelt color:Light brown & white Markings: stripes Height:9 inchs Weight: 8lbs
MY INSIDE
[/b] [li] [/li][li] [/li][/ul] [/b] [li] [/li][li] [/li][/ul] Personality: Personality up to adoptie but she should be somewhat bitter towards Hawkfeather and a liar. Limitations: Up to Adoptie [/blockquote] MY HISTORY
Family:
Lilypool | Mother | Deceased
Eagletalon | Father | Deceased
Otterfur Magnus | Brother | Loner Fawnwhisker | Sister | Sunclan
History: What this legacy of warriors developed within them doesn't contain a suitable description. Betrayal and loyalty what is the difference? The line cannot be divided within this dynasty, an atrocity these felines are, merely brought together under the simple title of "kin". What a mess their ancestors left for their descendants that remain.
The father of three great kits died at the paws of one of his own “sons" or so he thought to be his son. The blood split wasn't blood by blood. But blood by foreigner, the mother figure, a liar, a seductress, a hoe. Lilypond never understood loyalty and thus the reason behind the carefully sewed lies in the quilt of this family.
Depression had clung to the female with a fatal grip; lack of compassion from her mate drove the female to the brine of insanity and to the bottom of her last hopes. She spilled, like black ink in search of male for the empathy that went further than words and deep into the depth of touch. The very thing she lacked with her own claimed mate, love. The form of sin that couldn't be forgiven once discovered by any mate. Betrayal in its best form, an affair.
Yet Lilypond couldn't bring herself to find such a male to sooth her aches. She stumbled upon a mirror of herself just in form of a different type. She claimed the bundle of what would soon be a son from the crumbling mother. Thus the story began.
Raising them or from a distance she did. Allowing her dominant mate to take the reins of how the children were brought about. And what a way they were, the kits went through battle of training. Cursed with the burden of an abusive father and careless mother each moment affected the progeny differently as it does to all. After all everyone takes things differently?
Hawkfeather behaved needless to say, the sole female, lone sister to the brothers knew better. She could distinguish the difference of their parents loves compared to her friends parents. She found far more in the secrets than should be allowed. Lilypond was the one to find her snooping thus the battle begun which ended with the intervening of cruel father who killed his own mate to protect his one daughter.
The daughter without question fled scared of what would happen to her after her father finished with her mother. Sober with anger the father was unaware of the son, that was watching, the son that saw the truth. The one son that wasn't of his blood, infuriated, riled lost his virginity of murder and blood was spilt yet again. The father's life left his body and the daughter growled with rage, she made her oldest sibling an outcast to her remaining family. Yet when it was no other than Otterfur who had done the deeds of death, he had taken the time to murder the father gnawing on his flesh after. The otter had no shame of killing his “father” after all it wasn’t truly his father in the matter anyhow. But the sister had returned to the scene all too late only merely to see Hawkfeather standing over both of their dead parents.
Now Fawnwhisker desperately out for revenge against her older brother who not only "killed" her beloved father but drove her only "real" sibling Otterfur off leaving the female alone. She despised the bronze bengal tom that has now claimed deputy and she is almost willing to do anything to seek her justice upon him. Yet she still feels something was missing from the story...If only she knew what.
[/div][/div][/center][/blockquote] IF You would like to change her appearance or such please talk to me about it first so we can work out an agreement, also if you have questions don't be afraid to pm
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