Username: wolfhaunt
Cat Name: Iscariot (Isa/Riot)
Gender: Genderfluid (AFAB)
Rank: Sentinel
Clan: The Citadel
Age: 5 yrs/~60 moons
Prompt: (Please let me know if I should rewrite this out of first person! It just feels cool to write it like you're asking the character themself!) [PSA: it gets a bit intense and mentions death, please be aware!)
"Cats of The Citadel heavily discourage hatred, and we are all given the same counsel each time we face it: forgive. However, I was not always a cat of The Citadel. Speak a word of this to the Archbishops and I shall enlist you as my sparring partner - and let me tell you, my scars will seem like paper cuts compared to what you leave with.
My birthplace was a small village far north of what is now known as the territory of The Citadel. Hardly any trace of us remains, and we are all but lost to history. My father was a noble, unlike my mother, who was a traveler from a far-off colony. He hardly acknowledged either of us. My entire childhood, I lived as a ghost.
Then, when the ground buckled and the sky splintered and he saved himself only - the coward! - that was when I knew that he was the worst of us all. He saw her trapped beneath those ice sheets and he looked away. He saw me wailing for him, reaching for him, needing him and he looked away. I was too small, too young to drag my mother from the rubble, and so I was forced to watch her wither away beneath the ice. He could have saved her, and I hate him - I loathe him - for his cowardice! He robbed me of a family, of a father, and then of my mother. I will never - never - forgive him." [There's a pause here, as if they are gathering their composure...]
"My father, whether he is alive or deservedly dead, remains the only cat who I have ever truly hated. And perhaps even the Archbishops would excuse me me of this." (299 words)










