Post by Lida Marker on Jul 15, 2010 0:55:28 GMT -5
Okay on a warriors website I have a character whom I love, Angelheart. She has no family because her mother died giving birth and her father disappeared. Her sister died later on. I thought it would be fun to right an auto-biography for her. Just for the heck of it.
When I was born the first thing I smelled was my mother. Her warm scent. I felt wet, and cold. I couldn't hear, I couldn't see. I didn't know my father or my mother. But I remember the scent of the she-cat that gave birth to me. I felt my neck tugged on. I smelled a tom, then a she-cat not the same one as before. Then I recognized a fourth smell. Later I would come to know that it was blood. That first smell was my mother. That second was my father and the third, the medicine cat. Then a fifth and sixth smell. The fifth I would come to know was Silverkit. Silverkit was my sister. The older sister that was supposed to care me. The sixth was my foster mother. My mother died that day. My father disappeared, his grief drove him away. No one knows where he went. I'm disappointed that he would leave my sister and I like that. The first words I heard were "Angelkit, Silverkit I'm your mother, this is my voice." Later I would find that was a lie. Our mother was impostor. We loved her just the same.
When we got old enough to play Silverkit would dominate over all the other kits. I was the younger, smaller sister. Silverkit was always harsh and cruel to others. Convinced the world should revolve herself and me. So she would play rough, then leave. Making others angry with her, and me. I would often try to apologize to them for her but she would see me trying to make amends for her. Silverkit didn't want amends made. She would hiss at the other kits, saying, "Stay away from my sister. A weakling like you does not go near her." It came to a point where no one bothered with us. Our mother was the only one in the nursery who cared much for us.
In 6 full moons, clear and bright we became apprentices. Our leader stood above us and we heard our new names chanted. "Silverpaw! Silverpaw! Angelpaw! Angelpaw!" I enjoyed the calling of my new name. I hoped that with my new name I could become a new cat, a she-cat who would finally spoken to. A she-cat someone wanted to talk to. My mentor was a nice tom. He praised me often. I often got to practice hunting with Silverpaw. Our bond was very strong. We knew that the other of us was our other half. We were two pieces of a whole. My name fit me. I was the 'good' and she was the 'bad'. I knew the things she said were cruel. I knew I was to docile for my own good. I knew I was the pitied one and she was the one who dealt with even more glares then I. We were the children of a coward who ran away from his duties to the clan. I didn't see it that way. He cared for our mother so much that his grief tor e him apart. Even if it was disappointment to me.
I remember the day clearly. The day I lost my sister our mentors were showing us how to take down a goat. We chased it to wards a ledge, it was an old goat it ran away instead of resisting. Silverpaw got to close though. She was kicked in the head, I remember her heartbreaking yowl. She flew over the ledge. Her claws dug at rock. I ran to the side and looked down at my struggling sister. My other half looked at me with an expression that broke something inside me. As our blue eyes met for the last time her eyes were filled with at first fear then love. My eyes were only of grief for that last scrap of love left for me.
She lost her grip. I heard the goat scrambling away in the distance. I yowled, "No! Silver-!" she hit the ground far below. Blood splattered the ground around her. I've suffered seeing that still frame in my mind every time I dreamed of her. For moons I watched her fall, then in my dreams I remember her body staying there but then she reappeared almost transparent by my side. "Goodbye, you were always my other side and I thank you for that. You'll always be my angel. Angelheart." She disappeared by then. I woke up near dawn whenever I had that dream. It wasn't long before I became a warrior.
It was after my sister died I began to admire others. All of them had such great things to give. I now realized that all my clan mates were very important to me. I would protect my clan from then on. I knew Starclan could snatch them up at anytime. But I still loved Starclan. They sparkled in the sky each night. I looked at each of them trying to guess which one was my mother and which one was my sister. I wondered if my father was up there as well. I thanked Starclan everyday. They gave me a wonderful sister, even if no one else thought so. They gave me a wonderful clan even if the other clans didn't think so.
As a warrior I made friends. I admired others, knowing that they were wonderful. Much more wonderful then I deserved. I carried my baggage, doing myself the favor of never pitying myself. There was always a certain tom who stuck out though. I promised myself I wold become a she-cat that deserved to be by his side. When he became deputy, my heart skipped a beat. I couldn't believe the tom I so cared for had gained such power. I began to admire him more than any other cat. I knew someday he would realize my feelings for him.
Now I get to spend everyday near him. I'm so happy now. After all I went through I still get to go hunting by his side. I still get to fight off intruders with him. I now have friends. I can enjoy my life freely. I still have nightmares, but when I wake up I know I still have much to celebrate. And I am glad to know my kin in Starclan can look down on me and see I'm happy. I can hear him call my new name, and enjoy being a new she-cat. "Angelheart."
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Okay with that is her auto-biography. I bet you can tell why I love her now. She is such an awesome character. I would absolutely love to hear your comments on this story I have written!
When I was born the first thing I smelled was my mother. Her warm scent. I felt wet, and cold. I couldn't hear, I couldn't see. I didn't know my father or my mother. But I remember the scent of the she-cat that gave birth to me. I felt my neck tugged on. I smelled a tom, then a she-cat not the same one as before. Then I recognized a fourth smell. Later I would come to know that it was blood. That first smell was my mother. That second was my father and the third, the medicine cat. Then a fifth and sixth smell. The fifth I would come to know was Silverkit. Silverkit was my sister. The older sister that was supposed to care me. The sixth was my foster mother. My mother died that day. My father disappeared, his grief drove him away. No one knows where he went. I'm disappointed that he would leave my sister and I like that. The first words I heard were "Angelkit, Silverkit I'm your mother, this is my voice." Later I would find that was a lie. Our mother was impostor. We loved her just the same.
When we got old enough to play Silverkit would dominate over all the other kits. I was the younger, smaller sister. Silverkit was always harsh and cruel to others. Convinced the world should revolve herself and me. So she would play rough, then leave. Making others angry with her, and me. I would often try to apologize to them for her but she would see me trying to make amends for her. Silverkit didn't want amends made. She would hiss at the other kits, saying, "Stay away from my sister. A weakling like you does not go near her." It came to a point where no one bothered with us. Our mother was the only one in the nursery who cared much for us.
In 6 full moons, clear and bright we became apprentices. Our leader stood above us and we heard our new names chanted. "Silverpaw! Silverpaw! Angelpaw! Angelpaw!" I enjoyed the calling of my new name. I hoped that with my new name I could become a new cat, a she-cat who would finally spoken to. A she-cat someone wanted to talk to. My mentor was a nice tom. He praised me often. I often got to practice hunting with Silverpaw. Our bond was very strong. We knew that the other of us was our other half. We were two pieces of a whole. My name fit me. I was the 'good' and she was the 'bad'. I knew the things she said were cruel. I knew I was to docile for my own good. I knew I was the pitied one and she was the one who dealt with even more glares then I. We were the children of a coward who ran away from his duties to the clan. I didn't see it that way. He cared for our mother so much that his grief tor e him apart. Even if it was disappointment to me.
I remember the day clearly. The day I lost my sister our mentors were showing us how to take down a goat. We chased it to wards a ledge, it was an old goat it ran away instead of resisting. Silverpaw got to close though. She was kicked in the head, I remember her heartbreaking yowl. She flew over the ledge. Her claws dug at rock. I ran to the side and looked down at my struggling sister. My other half looked at me with an expression that broke something inside me. As our blue eyes met for the last time her eyes were filled with at first fear then love. My eyes were only of grief for that last scrap of love left for me.
She lost her grip. I heard the goat scrambling away in the distance. I yowled, "No! Silver-!" she hit the ground far below. Blood splattered the ground around her. I've suffered seeing that still frame in my mind every time I dreamed of her. For moons I watched her fall, then in my dreams I remember her body staying there but then she reappeared almost transparent by my side. "Goodbye, you were always my other side and I thank you for that. You'll always be my angel. Angelheart." She disappeared by then. I woke up near dawn whenever I had that dream. It wasn't long before I became a warrior.
It was after my sister died I began to admire others. All of them had such great things to give. I now realized that all my clan mates were very important to me. I would protect my clan from then on. I knew Starclan could snatch them up at anytime. But I still loved Starclan. They sparkled in the sky each night. I looked at each of them trying to guess which one was my mother and which one was my sister. I wondered if my father was up there as well. I thanked Starclan everyday. They gave me a wonderful sister, even if no one else thought so. They gave me a wonderful clan even if the other clans didn't think so.
As a warrior I made friends. I admired others, knowing that they were wonderful. Much more wonderful then I deserved. I carried my baggage, doing myself the favor of never pitying myself. There was always a certain tom who stuck out though. I promised myself I wold become a she-cat that deserved to be by his side. When he became deputy, my heart skipped a beat. I couldn't believe the tom I so cared for had gained such power. I began to admire him more than any other cat. I knew someday he would realize my feelings for him.
Now I get to spend everyday near him. I'm so happy now. After all I went through I still get to go hunting by his side. I still get to fight off intruders with him. I now have friends. I can enjoy my life freely. I still have nightmares, but when I wake up I know I still have much to celebrate. And I am glad to know my kin in Starclan can look down on me and see I'm happy. I can hear him call my new name, and enjoy being a new she-cat. "Angelheart."
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Okay with that is her auto-biography. I bet you can tell why I love her now. She is such an awesome character. I would absolutely love to hear your comments on this story I have written!
