Post by }xx.£eaƒm∞n , , on Dec 4, 2010 17:18:57 GMT -5
HAZING CLOUDS RAIN ON MY HEAD
[/blockquote][/blockquote]Casualty is thy name, and thou hopest thee shall utter it with only respect, or with pride.
EMPTY THOUGHTS FILL MY EARS
[/blockquote][/blockquote]Thou is a male of the catty specimens, living in thy blessed body for 4 winters.
FIND MY SHADE BY THE MOONLIGHT
[/blockquote][/blockquote]Thy am of a breed unknown, so twisted and modified such is thy stature. A close reckoning of thy form may be found here, though thee states thee prefers more details?
The darkest ebony coats thy form, with silver speckled tears of moonlight scattered ever so thoughtfully throughout. Thy eyes are of a most radiant red, glowing with thou own light and increasing in tensity when blood pressures rise. Nose and pawpads are painted a glistening starlight colour, and whiskers drawn out by a Creator's hand, with glowing white drops upon the ends. Thy build is strong, and fur so thick. Antennae rise from thy facade, one upon each eye brow, flexible and sensitive to weather and electric currents alike. A long and bendable tail ending in a dolphin's flukes is at the back, with webbed paws in-between and fins upon the ears. Fins reside on either half of face, a tall fin down the back, long fins along the sides, a small fin upon the neck, and long fins in back of each limb. Tail contains a fin as well, towards the middle and end. Such fins thy can relax, or throw out for swimming or for intimidation. Fins can rise independently, as can antennae.
WHY MY THOUGHTS AREN'T SO CLEAR
[/blockquote][/blockquote]A leader of the afamed cult 'tis thou, and thou believes thy leads it well. But thee prefers proof, to the psyche and the thoughts of whom thee may follow, correct?
Thy is a twisted soul indeed, but thy was raised this way. Waking up within a twopaw's rubbish collector and not knowing which direction to attend to, thou had to fight thy way through a life, until dearly beloved Moonmother's guiding paw gently pulled thou in right direction. Thy practices chantings and incantations often, praising the great Mother always, giving thanks to StarClan and asking for thee to light thy way. Some consider thou wicked and evil, born of a black heart and a blacker soul, but truth speaks, and says it is only thy coat that be black. No, thou has a heart of love, a heart of golden flax, and thy hopes to wrap all within its adoring strands.
Thy walks sometimes with a prey-bone necklace, not to disturb or cause feelings of stomach unrest, but to show gratitude to the fallen prey-animals that gifted thou with another day's fullness. Thou knows many remedies, and teaches to thou healer when required. Thy follows the teachings of dearest StarClan and deeply beloved Moonmother, and passes on requested rituals to thy wondrous cult. But, thou thinks, 'tis not a cult, no; 'tis a family, a bonded one and such. Thy hopes that thee colonies may learn such a wondrous harmony, between fellow cat and fellow stars.
DEMONS DREAMING, BREATHE IN, BREATHE IN . . .
O, where to begin thy tale, where to tell how thou came about in this land of sweets and sours...
Thou blessed life began not quite so blessed. Thy remembers waking up in the rubbish container of twopaws, other dead and modified poor souls lying beneath me and above me. Thy believes thou was the first, or maybe only, soul to climb out of the metal grave alive, stumbling hurtly unto the grass below and shaking off horrid bits of creature. In looking back, thou remembers seeing a large white building of simple design, formidable and rather trepidation worthy. Thou thinks, that perhaps thy and the other poor souls within the rubbish container originated from there. Whatever had happened within, had not been pleasant, so thou decided to leave this sour behind and seek out a sweeter world.
It did not take long for thou to realize thy was built with modifications. Fins on thy face, neck, body, tail, limbs, ears? Antennae-feelings rising from thy brows? Eyes that glowed as the sun glows on a low horizon? Something had happened, to modify thou in such a way, though thy didn't know whether or not to seek to avenge it. Instead, thy tried to use the strangeness to an advantage; to hunt, to fish, to scare (at times). 'Twas a lonely experience at best, and a confusing one when worst.
Then, then thou stumbled upon the lands of the colonies. O mercy, for that did not bide well. Chased out again and again whenever thou sought only a scrap of a hare, or perhaps a kind word, thy only found fear and territorial anger. Thou thought, what a strange way to live, how dearly unpeaceful and ragged! Surely there could be a pleasant way?
Then the dreams began.
Thou was visited by the glittering stars above, but they were not stars, no, they were cats! They spoke to thou, telling how they watched over all and were displeased with how feral and wild the cats had become, how in long times past, there had been a good system which to live by. And then dear Moonmother spoke, stepping down out of the sky herself, her eyes each a glowing moon and her coat the swirls of the lovely galaxy. She said she forgave thou, for even in thy simple life, thy hath sinned! But, but, Moonmother forgave all, in trade that thou would begin a movement to bring her and the StarClan back into the minds of all. And who was thou, a mere mortal, to contest? Thy accepted with no falter, and promised to follow the beautiful guiding light of the stars, and watch as the true path lit up in moonlight. So, thou set forth, finding a little area with no mark upon it and keeping it as thy own... and then thy waited. More cats arrived, whom had also been touched by the glorious love of Moonmother, and thy welcomed them closely, and together all of thee shared thy hopes and dreams. Sometimes cats that were ignorant to any structured life, colony or Clan, found us, but we took them in too, for who was thou to turn away a lost soul when Moonmother took thou in?! O, life is now blessed, but the colonies still pose a problem without easy solution.
Colonies, they think thy methods disturbing, thou lifestyle terrible, that all of thee's good deeds are in fact sinister and manipulative plans. Of course an uneducated group shall think that, knowing nothing but hunting and breeding! Perhaps their troubles that they blame upon us have been brought on by their own lack of faith in their lives. Or perhaps Moonmother wishes us to teach them? For the moment, life is blessed, and life is complicated.
Song lyrics from thy themesong, Voodoo by Godsmack
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