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Post by Kelby [♥] on Apr 13, 2011 18:04:46 GMT -8
I had a way, then losing it all on my own
I had a heart then, but the queen has been overthrown
And I'm not sleeping now, the dark is too hard to beat
And I'm not keeping now, the strength I need to push me
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Name: Carolina
Gender: She-cat
Age: 18 Moons
Clan: Loner
Kin: Charlotte [sister ; residence unknown]
Short Description: Broad shouldered, stocky black and white splotched she-cat with a shocking yellow gaze
Physical Description: Carolina's fur consists of only two colors. A dark, almost blue-hued black, and a stark, though usually dirt-softened white. The two contrast each other dramatically, and she stands out in a crowd of pale-pelted tabby cats. Though white consumes her front half almost entirely, her back is coated with thick, wide dark splotches of ebony. Her face holds the classic 'tuxedo' markings, her muzzle and between her eyes, a crest of complete white. Her perfectly even face is marred only by a dark blot that covers a bit of her cheek, and seeps to her nose as well, creating the illusion that her nose is mere marking itself, inconsistent in color just as much as her fur. Starting about halfway down her back, Carolina is pure black, aside from a white under flanking of her belly and back legs. Above this massive dark splotch, she has symmetrical blots of black that look almost wing-like, and her front right leg has a spot just above her elbow. All of Carolina's paws are white. Carolina's stature is very much like her sisters, in regard to her short but wide frame. She has a short, though thick tail, as well as very broad shoulders. Her face is rounder than most, and her slate-colored ears are small and fit above her head almost squarely. Carolina looks more like a tom from afar than she-cat, though she holds a very feminine air about her, most evident in her speech and body language. Carolina's maw fits into her face, with almost no protruding snout at all. Her jaw is wide and also consists of a dark charcoal coloring, though her whiskers are white. Her whiskers are also quite lengthy for her fur-type, as her coat is coarse and short. Her pelt is rough to the touch, and though she isn't classically pretty, she holds an attractiveness in her attitudes and in her bright, clear eyes. Her gaze is of a bright, haunting yellow, and is much more sharp than the average leaf-hued cat.
Personality: Carolina's personality is one of reckless ambition, and truly spoiled innocence. She is very sweet outwardly, to newcomers, but those who know her closest know of the turmoil and dark thoughts that race through her mind. Carolina does not always act on such urges, but occasionally she just has to get it out. Rotten from the core out, Carolina is possibly one of the most conniving she-cats in the forest. She couldn't live among a clan - Too much discipline, too much hierarchy involved. She could never accomplish getting to leader around a bunch of StarClan worshiping mousebrains. And even if she could, why would anyone want to lead them? They're hopeless from the moment they're born into the clan. Carolina seeks no friendships, no companions. She only gets close to other felines to use them, because they're an asset to something she wants. Carolina has never known any cats to be truly good - Everyone is only out for themselves, at heart. She is no different. Carolina has faith in nobody but herself, no StarClan above or any form of higher beings watching over her. Alone from the time she was a small apprentice-aged cat, Carolina trusts nobody and makes no attempt to get attached or form lasting relationships. She is not a stupid cat, and knows how to work toms for her advantage. She-cats also are easily influenced, but some are more suspicious of her motives than a tom would be, naturally. Carolina is a vixen in her own right, though she would never be a mother. She's a tease - Flirt, let him want her, then ditch him as soon as she's through with her plans. Carolina's head is full of a wretched collection of let-downs and destroyed memories. She has no sympathy, no mercy for those she doesn't see fit to breathe any longer. Ignorant cats anger her more than anything else - Cats who cannot see things that are right in front of their noses. Fortunately for Carolina, the ignorant ones are the first to trust her, and the first to see betrayal at it's best.
Noises, I play within my head
Touch my own skin and hope that I'm still breathing
And I think back to when my brother and my sister slept
In an unlocked place the only time I feel safe
[/b][/font][/size]Touch my own skin and hope that I'm still breathing
And I think back to when my brother and my sister slept
In an unlocked place the only time I feel safe
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