Post by Cloud of Diamonds on Jul 2, 2009 11:39:11 GMT -5
For most of life, I didn't even know about StreamClan. I was born in a kittypet nest, though I don't remember much of it. My mother was a kittypet named Lily, and my father was a rogue named Shade. The Twolegs were good to us, but I was always impatient to go outside. My sister Dark was the only other kit I knew, and my best friend. We were so close, though we looked nothing alike. We played together often, yet I seemed to have a yearning for the outdoors that no one but Shade seemed to understand. But then everything changed in the six moons that I lost all of family except Smokie, my mother's sister. What use was kin, I thought, when their frail lives could be torn so easily? Better, much better, to not love at all, so your heart could not break with such a useless thing as love. I was good enough to survive on my own, so as soon as I was old enough I left the Twoleg nest to explore. The one thing I had an attachment to was fighting skills. For the short time I knew him, my father Shade taught how rogues defend themselves in the wild. I was entranced; there seemed no better way of living. I fought any wild animals, loners and rogues that wanted to mess with me, and I became an accomplished fighter. I was fine living on my own, but when I heard of StreamClan I thought it might be interesting to join. New ways of fighting, more skills to learn, and battles to fight. I did have to have loyalty to the leader, but I figured that was OK. All I need do was defend the Clan and follow the code. Nothing simpler. And if any cat tried to get close to me, well, I'd show them not to try. Even though in the depths of my mind whispers say I can't go on like this forever, I cannot let anything disrupt my solitary life. Not if it means my heart gets broken. Again.
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp