Post by xx_Ƨǃlvawisha_? on Nov 28, 2010 15:32:19 GMT -5
- 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;
Anything of the purple+black snow leopard in my gallery;
silvawisha.deviantart.com/
More specifically; silvawisha.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2uk545 - I'm Currently a follower of the cult. Somewhat healthy, if thats what you call it.
- If you wish to know what I act like, I could easily be described as disturbed. She suffers from three conditions that came along with her strange looks; pyromania, schizophrenia, and mild sadism. 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 the hell up!"
[/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 at sunrise like he, traditionally, always had done. I didn't worry until it was mid-afternoon.
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. "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. I saw no eyes. Just sunken gaps where they previously had been. The red liquid that was splattered on the trunk of the tree behind his head sent shivers down my spine. 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 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 was. This time I did fight back, though. Tempo crouched, then launched herself at me.
I headbutted her stomach, and tried pinning her to the ground, though her constant wiggling and larger size worked against me. But I was also 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 was stunned. But who wouldn't be, if they were just mauled and deserted by their own mother? I had grown tougher skin after that day. Nothing like that could affect me much anymore.
"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. From all my wandering, I ended up in the Cult. I liked their beliefs, their customs, their everything. It made me feel welcomed. 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]Extra Information?
she haz themesongs yez.
She Had The World - Panic! At the Disco
So Happy I Could Die - Lady Gaga
[/li][li]My right to passage would be &
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The feline lay on her back, tilting precariously from a tree branch while looking over the land before her. Everything was upside down from her view, and she continued staring with those wide violet eyes until the sun's light caused her to blink. Movement from the base of the tree caused the leopard-like cat to flip over, so that she was standing properly on the branch, staring down at the misty blue shape below.
"Cricket, I told you to stop following me." Friday laughed, approaching the edge of the branch until it had lowered under her weight so that it was barely four feet from the ground. Leaping down with a light thud, she eyed the blue she-cat before her. The silvery blue female stood silently, staring at Friday with a cheshire grin that only she could look into without fear. Although, Friday was the only one who could see her.
"You know, they're beggining to say that we're murdering cats and leaving their bodies for the vultures." The purple and black marked feline laughed again, pointed ears angled toward the land of the colony cats. "It seems like our ways are disturbing to them. Next thing they'll say is that we hang kits by their tails off of flaming tree branches for entertainment." Although the idea quite appealed to her, Friday knew her group wouldn't abuse kits as she had just envisioned. No matter how tempting the scent of burning flesh and fur was to her.
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