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[xx_Ƨǃlvawisha_?]

• I'm Friday
  
  
• I'm a she-cat, if you haven't noticed.
  
  
• I'm a cat.
  
  
• My age would be 28 moons.
  
  
• Many say I resemble an ancient species, called a snow leopard.
  
  
• Picture URL (if you have one): fc03.deviantart.com/fs48/f/2009/172/4/c/see_WHOiAM_________by_silvawisha.png --- That's just her regular ref sheet, some things on there may not have to do with KF
  
  
• I haven't joined a Clan, therefore: Hurr hurrr I'm a rogue, baby.
  
  
• If you wish to know what I act like, I could easily be described as a rebel, but I have other qualities such as my schizophrenia, pyromania, and the fact that I am sadistic that rule out "rebel." This grey she-cat can't control her need to set things aflame, and has been caught muttering and mumbling to herself and even shouting "All of you just shut up!"

[/i] on occasion. She is very sociable, though most cats seem to be afraid of her intimidating ways and dominating presence. Friday can be caught sitting in the woods or on any high ledge, for she has quite a liking of heights. This free spirit is no stranger to the Clans, and often visits whenever she feels the need to stir up some drama. Her favorite Clan to torment would be MountainClan, because they're the only ones who haven't changed in looks; plus, the mountains are fun. This purple marked cat doesn't abuse the other Clans though, and makes sure she visits whenever boredom gets to her. [which is often]

[/li][li]What a twisted path I walk, it began when I was a kit, of course, raised under the paws of Tempo and Axel. They seemed as if they were golden parents: a model to all who wished to have kits one day. Tempo was beautiful, as they called it, and Axel was pretty easy on the eyes himself. I never noticed these factors because they didn't really mean anything to me. We grew up somewhere in the forest, I never bothered going back to find it, but I do remember a large tree with a hollowed out trunk. That was where I'd sleep with mother dearest, and hide while my parents would go off hunting. When I was about seven moons old, my father hadn't come back from hunting that morning.

Tempo stayed home while I, her ugly, beautiful daughter raced out to find him. Of course, I had a better nose than my dainty mother did, so I soon found Axel. He was sitting alone by a tree stump as I approached. His back was to me. "Father?" I recall whispering. He didn't respond. "Its me.. father?" What a poor, naive cat I was. I didn't pay any attention to the scent in the air that I would soon know by heart. I decided to get some guts and walked around so that I could see his face. Oh, what a sight. Where my father's eyes were, there were simply two gaping holes with blood still leaking from those empty gaps. I then realized that he had been slumped against the tree, not sitting beside it.

Of course, I was horrified and frozen to the spot. Then a fear for my dear mother shot through me, and rocketed my legs forward, back toward home. "Mother! Mother!" I was yowling at the top of my lungs as I reached home, panting as I pushed my way inside. Tempo was sitting perfectly still, looking at me with a sort of... smug, arrogant look in her eyes. "Did you find him, Friday?" The question sounded rhetorical. "Yes..I did-- he's dead! His eyes are gone..he's in the forest--" I was cut off by the feeling of claws across my muzzle. Tempo had never laid a paw on me. Stunned, I realized she was preparing to hit me again. I ducked, feeling the whir of an outstretched paw slash by my ear-tips. My mother let out a snarl, and I stood up, only to be bowled over by a kick from her hind legs. "Mother? I still hadn't grasped that she didn't want me alive any more than my father. This time I did fight back, though. Tempo crouched, then launched herself at me.

I slammed my head into her stomach, and pinned her to the ground. I was younger and fitter, and she had yet to find out what techniques my father had taught me. My claws drew out floods of crimson liquid as I ran them down her left shoulder. Tempo writhed away and shot out into the darkness.
"I'll find you, mother, and when I do, you'll be joining me in hell." That was my vow, but the fury that had overtaken me vanished when I realized that I was truly alone. I think that's when I went loopy, but I liked it. Soon, Tempo's blood will be on my paws again, and that's a promise.

[/li][li]I have connections with:
Mother : Tempo
Father : Axel
Siblings : unknown

[/li][li]Does your character have a themesong/motto?:
She Had The World - Panic! At the Disco
Well Enough Alone - Chevelle
The Theft - Atreyu
Until The End - Breaking Benjamin

[/li][li]What is the codeword from the rules?: destiny

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8DDD beautiful.
Leafmoon should be friends with her just like in old times.
ACCEPTED!

[xx_Ƨǃlvawisha_?]

OYES.
Friday will stroll into MountainClan territory and be all HAY THAR BUDDY to Leafmoon xD