If you could see inside my head... {Paxton}

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• Name: Paxton
  
  
• Gender: Female
  
  
• Species: Feline
  
  
• Age : 68 moons
  
  
• Closest breed: Domestic Short Hair
  
  
• Picture URL (if applicable): warriorcatsmeow.webs.com/Evil_red_eyed_black_cat_by_Flashy5.jpg
  
  
• Physical description (if no picture is available):
  Paxton’s fur holds shades of dark gray and black in the traditional tabby pattern. Her eyes are a deep blood red, and often, show no emotion at all... along with the rest of her. Paxton has banished the existence of 'body language' and 'reading someone's emotion' so good luck if you want to know how she's feeling. (so short T^T)
  
  
• Status: Cult Female
  
  
• Rank (if in a colony): Subordinate
  
  
• Personality:
  Paxton no longer wears a mask; she has become the mask she once put on to protect herself. On the outside, she seems absolutely normal, mundane, even boring. She does her duties, she has a few friends, and she lives life as any other cat would… but scratch the surface, and you’re sure to find the mother lode of pain. She keeps her past hidden, and when asked about it, simply says she can’t remember… which is kind of true. She vaguely knows how she got into the Cult, but anything before that, she refuses to remember. She still has dreams about the gruesome sight she saw as a kit, but she thinks of them as dreams and nothing more. She’s given up all hope, except for one thing…
  
  She hopes that someday, she can find someone who doesn’t cringe when they look behind the mask.
  
  
• History:
  Paxton was born to two loners; a runaway she-kittypet and a lone male. The two got rather close to each other, and after mating, they agreed to stay together. For some reason though, when their kits were born, the one who would come to be known as Paxton was the only survivor from a litter of 6. This little mishap made her parents really, REALLY protective of her. One day when she was only about 8 moons old, she was out alone because she'd managed to separate herself from her parents during a hunting trip, when suddenly, a coyote came flying out of the bushes at her. Paxton mewed for help, frantic and completely unsure about what to do. Her parents head the cries and rushed to her aid. By the time they got there, however, three other coyote‘s had scurried out of the brush and surrounded the kit. Her parents pushed her aside and attempted to fight off the predators.
  
  From the brush she'd been pushed into, she watched helplessly as her parents were mauled, torn apart, and ultimately killed by the savages. Completely and utterly shocked, she stayed in the bush, frozen, until a member of a group of cats called 'the cult' came along a day or so later, and picked her up. She was shaking and her eyes were blood red, showing no emotion whatsoever. The member, who she never knew the name of, took her back to the cult and convinced the leader to let her in. The queens cared for her and nursed her back to a 'normal' cat… she never really recovered though. Now, she doesn't trust anyone. She's afraid to love, she shows no emotion, and she keeps everything hidden deep inside her mind. She grew up to be what seemed like your average cat, but really, there’s so much more.
  
  
• Relationships:
  Well, whoever the cat was who brought her into the cult.
  
  
• Other tidbits: No one alive knows about her past >.>
  Except for the leader, and the cat who found her... but even they only know the aftermath.
  And also, if there’s no room in the Cult, then having her be a stray female is fine too xD
  Whew, one more char after this and I'm done, I promise x3
  
  
• Code symbol from the rules: &+
  
  

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Aww, poor soul. Accepted!