❅ҒяσƨтƆιαи||BloodClan's Return||NEW AND ACCEPTING!❅

[crabodile]

(Bye!)

[storm coming.]

{Wi-Fi=life. I'm making my form right now.}

[~Firewolf~]

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See appearance, as no photo will do justice
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I Can Smile At the Old Days . . . I Was Beautiful Then
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T H E B A S I C S

Name; Blindsong
Age; 37 Moons
Gender; Female
Rank; Warrior
Desired Rank; Warrior
Description; Blindsong is smaller than the average cat, all flesh and bones and fur. Her pelt is a dull, pale midnight shade of black, having lost all it's glamor and shine long ago. One eye is golden yellow like the sun, but the other is pure white, having lost all sight in her left eye. The injured eye is covered in scars (most of the fur surrounding the eye is gone), and just a few inches up is the remainder of her left ear: half of it is missing. If you can manage to turn your attention away from her offensive face, you can see each individual rib poking out of her tiny body, easily visible underneath the dull fur.

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D I G G I N G D E E P E R

Personality;As silent as the moon on a still night, Blindsong seems more ghost than cat, and most other cats stay far away from her. Ashamed and disgusted by her own appearance, the warrior tends to remain in the shadows to avoid judging eyes. She's very shy and doesn't like to be around crowds; they make her skittish and unsure of herself. Most shun her as an outsider within the clan, but Blindsong pretends it doesn't bother her. She feels trapped inside her damaged body and longs to break free of the offensive thing. Her dream is to be accepted as the other cats, the 'pretty cats', are. She's actually a very friendly cat. It isn't in her nature to think cruel things about other people, and Blindsong finds it difficult to fight other creatures in order to protect her clan because he hates causing pain to others. However, strung by loyalty, she'll always do as instructed, even if it kills her to do so.
History; They said she was born a kitty pet, and that she'd die a kitty pet. Blindsong was certain she would just die. Her owners, the two-legged monsters who'd tortured her since birth, were her own personal nightmare. She spent most of her time locked in a cage with only an old crumpled newspaper for a bed, and the cries of other miserable cats locked in cages around her were her only company. The ensnared cats were scarcely fed, receiving only left-overs from the two-leg meals whenever there were any. Most days they just ignored her, but sometimes they'd snatch Blindsong from her cage and sick their hunting dogs on her in order to 'train' them. That's all the cats were used for. Bait. Prey. Used to train dogs to catch foxes and racoons by first teaching them to track small animals. That's how she damaged her face; one of the dogs got her during one of the more painful tracking lessons. But one day an entire herd of two-legs broke inside the house, all wearing the same fur. They dragged away Blindsong's owners and began releasing the training cats from their cages. Stroking them softly, one by one the abused cats were loaded into a huge metal monster. One of them freed Blindsong, but she slipped through their grip and jumped out of the cage. She fled out the door and darted into the nearby trees. It wasn't long before she stumbled into Frostclan. Upon seeing her face, they felt sorry for her and took her in long enough to try and nurse her back to health. However, determined to prove she wasn't a broken shell, she convinced them to allow her to join the apprentices. It was half a year later when Blindsong became a warrior.
Kin; Answer here

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L O V E L I F E

Mate; None
Kits; None
Crush; None

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E X T R A I N F O R M A T I O N

Future name; Blindsong
Past name(s); Blindpaw
Past mentors/apprentices; Silverheart, who's deceased
Current mentor/apprentice; None
Scars; See description
Other;

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[yttd]

[ just a quick question, ain't it gon' be a little confusing with two cats with the prefix Dark-? :x I'll make another cat who i'd probably be interested in having in a forbidden relationship, they'll most likely be a loner or rogue so just ask if you want me to make a cat for your specific character :3 ]

[storm coming.]

{Accepted. I finished my form so we can start! It's alright that we have two prefixes that are Dark. Just try not to confuse them.}

[hollyglow]

Featherflight and Blindsong should be friends!)

[storm coming.]

{Who wants to start?}

[~Firewolf~]

((Sounds good, Hollyglow ^^))

Darkwing
It was cold here, dark. Far darker than the wild woods of his youth had been.The trees nearly filtered out all of the sunlight, leaving the misty forest with a dreary feeling about it. When was the last time Darkwing had see the full light of the sun? Too long, it had been far too long. It was frighting sometimes, knowing that death was literally just one incorrect paw step away. Follow the wrong scent, and you could end up fox food. Travel along a seemingly empty path, and you could be trampled. And yet, there was joy to be found in this desolate living situation. Darkwing rested in a thicket of bushes, watching his fellow warriors go about their business. He himself had returned from an early morning of patrolling, and though he knew he'd have to go out hunting soon, he enjoyed the short time he had to relax.

Blindsong
As a young apprentice, things like hunting and fighting hadn't exactly come naturally. Every ounce of training from Blindsong's mentor had been absolutely necessary, and learning to compensate for her blindness was a task she'd nearly given up on several times. So when she'd finally reached the title of warrior, that was all she ever thought she'd be. A protector of the clan. Someone to keep them healthy and safe and free and alive. What more could she have wanted?
With her single yellow eye Blindsong gazed around at the rest of the clan cats as they chatted and wandered about. Oh no, there wasn't a doubt in her mind that every last cat in Frostclan would agree that every drop of blood and sweat and every moment of pain and every string of disappointment was worth it. This place is worth it. These cats are worth it.
Blindsong breathed deeply before heading to the kill pile to deposit a mouse she'd caught. She kept her head down, eyes firmly on the grass beneath her feet. It was easier to avoid frighting the apprentices this way.

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Ｄ ａ ｒ ｋ ｐａｗ
( tom / eight moons / apprentice / tags; none )
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the apprentice lifted his head as he sensed it was morning. the apprentice stood himself up and shook himself as best as he could, his broken paw sticking out at a rather awkward angle. he limped out of the den and then sat himself outside of the entrance to the den, beginning to groom himself by licking his paw and rubbing it over the scarred side of his face to clear away some of the dirt which clung to him and dirtied his face. darkpaw then padded his way to the fresh-kill pile and dipped his head to pick up a small mouse before he returned to outside of the apprentices den and lay down with his damaged leg sticking out backwards as he ate hungrily, his stomach growling as he devoured his meal rather quickly.

[storm coming.]

Iceleap
She awoke in her mossy nest. Iceleap glanced at her ruffled pelt and groomed it with soft strokes. Once she had finished, Iceleap padded into the clearing. She had no apprentice, so she decided to talk to someone.

{Open}

Russetflame
He had been awake, grooming his russet colored fur. Grudgingly, he sat up. "Hey, Iceleap." he mewed to the she cat before she padded out of the warriors den.

{Open}

Firecloud
She was busy in the medicine cat den sorting through herbs and seeing which ones they needed more of. "Coalpaw!" she called. "Are you up to gathering some marigold, cobweb, and juniper berries?" she asked.

Oakleaf
He was by the fresh kill pile chewing on a squirrel. Fish were his favorite, but sadly there were none on the fresh kill pile. He savored the taste.

{Open}

Hawkfeather
He slept in the warriors den peacefully. I guess you could say he's not a morning cat. Most of the Clan cats were already up while this warrior wasn't. Hawkfeather dreamed off catching a nice plump mouse.

{Open}