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I remember everything from the moment I was born
The dark and comforting warmth broken by a feeling very tight
As I wriggled and bared my fangs, something must’ve been torn
For even then, eyes and ears sealed, I knew something wasn’t right.
I wouldn’t know until far later how father hissed my name
“Wraith,” he spoke, voice strangely numb, with my mother strangely cold.
I was lifted and by smell I knew this milk-giver wasn’t the same,
And when my eyes opened, the red blood of my mother, troubles began that would last ‘til I’m old.
I was bright even as a Kit, though none would listen to me,
For many, I’ll admit it wasn’t their fault, for my appearance is not all that’s strange.
My voice can reach no louder than a whisper, as my teeth aren’t my only anomaly,
But couple teeth, eyes, voice, and the death of my mother with my father’s hatred, and they believed me deranged.
My voice is a whisper, a deep rolling song, tempting those who hear to flee or obey.
Perhaps caused by my teeth is this tone, I suppose, but something above always keeps my time,
But the disconcerting part that made them decide I simply couldn’t stay
Is this- I’m only able to speak in rhyme.
They finally dumped me, at 13 months old, bringing me far, assuming in the wild I’d be killed.
Of course, I’ve never been one to give up, though my name might be one for the dead.
I didn’t only fight, but learned to defend, and with healing found my purpose fulfilled,
See I’ve never been one to balk at injury- after all, I’ve always seen red.
extras:The only living kit from a birth which killed her queen, with large, sharp fangs and blood red eyes, Wraith was born to only receive hatred from her superstitious clan. Her larger fangs, a mutation of course, weren’t the only part of her which was changed- because of them, she could only speak in a whisper. Despite the care of the queen which took her in, little Wraith’s time being neglected had effects which she was unable to change. This was further cemented with her time in isolation as she travelled to find a new clan, or new family, with only the stars as constant companions. Perhaps this is why she grew closer to starclan, but her rhymes and riddles became the only way she could speak. This, in turn, made it harder for her to find a place, as her appearance and mannerisms were... alarming, to say the least. It created a cycle, lasting 34 moons, until finally, she found her place in Oddclan. Yet before this, the damage had already been done, and though somewhat better through her art of healing others, she still is always faced with her demons and the past that haunts her. She’s constantly skittish and ready for battles, for that trouble and pain- her “red,” is all she knows.Songs wrote:Starset- My Demons
for the difficulties she faces at every moment
Betty Who- Friend Like Me
for her uncrushable will and constant willingness to help even those who don’t value her
Erutan- Come Little Children
for the only time she can find peace is within her dreams and the stars, and her wish to bring peace to others.
Explanation wrote:sweet' s brother disappeared during their search for a new home. the blood, stained with his brother and a strange cat's scent, convinced him that he was murdered. although sweet still hasnt found out who killed him, he is haunted by nightmares of this time. whether this will get better or worse once he discovers that the cat who destroyed his brother is the same one he's formed a close bond with is yet to be known.
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