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Post by }xx.£eaƒm∞n , , on Feb 16, 2010 15:23:24 GMT -5
- Call me Konara, for I will answer to nothing else.
- See that I am female, lest you forget.
- A cat's life is the life for me.
- For five winters I have roamed this world.
- A russian blue is as close as they will get.
- No mortal has yet captured me on film, though.
- See me for who I am: At any first glance, I look like the usual stray that a twoleg may throw into the world that is wild society. Coarse, blue-grey fur, long thin limbs and tail, somewhat gaunt face and body. I look like a shell of a cat, a worn out body whose remaining winters in this world seem numbered. Yet, there is a quirk of me.
My eyes, they are two different colors. The left is a deep magenta color, like that of a flower in spring. I can see just fine out of it. The right is a piercing, bright light green ringed with dark green, and that is the one I generally use for "seeing".
Through my right eye, I see spirits.
Sometimes, if I am having a good day, I can read souls with that eye, too.
What does this mean, pray tell?
It means I spot liars. I sense those who are ill-meaning, and those who are afraid. It is not a malicious talent, but a useful one. I hope I would never have to use it for harm.
However, many times my cult's life, and my own life, have required this talent to keep us safe. Tis a shame we are so misunderstood...
Back to physical things.
I am of a low weight, for I tend not to have a big appetite, choosing only to eat what I absolutely need. My general form is small and already feeble looking, though it is an illusion. If needed I suppose I could strike back, though I am better suited for flight than for fight.
- I am the leader of the cult, but that's a fancy name don't you think? Just call me Konara.
- Judge me for what's inside, and for what I've been through: Ever since I was young, I knew that colony life was wrong.
Rejected after a number of winters because I couldn't bring life to this world, I wandered alone, miserable and broken, no guidance or love mercifully bestowed on me.
I had heard a tall tale told to me when I was young of Clans far away in our past, our blood, and oh how glorious they sounded. They believed in ancestors guiding them, helping them, showing the way.
How I wanted that so deeply, to feel a connection with something greater than myself.
I reached out to the stars, begging for their help and to show me the way I was meant to live. My answers came in the form of spirits, of which I could see through my right eye.
They told me they were the Starchildren, the children of Moonmother, and that the ancient Clans called them StarClan.
How relieved I was, to know they were there!
Now I live to preach their messages of peace, of Clan loyalty and love and pride. Some may think me insane or foolish for doing so, but who am I to argue the rite of Moonmother?
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