shed a |tear|

[raid]

Call me;;
Tearkit ; Tearpaw[/x] ; Tearwing ; Tearstar
the clock is ticking;;
fourty moons
the genes i've been given;;
she-cat
king of the hill;;
leader
here's where my loyalties lie;;
Tempestclan
in a nutshell;;
Sleek and lean silver bengal cat with minty eyes. A lethal she-cat who isn't afraid to throw you around.
you see and you dont;;
Holding herself in a proud manner you'll never find this cat without a straight back and a head held high. Her tail seems to sway with a confident movement and her pools sparkle with knowledge. Some may call her old but she looks as if she is still around 12 moons sometimes, it all depends on the angle from which you look at her. Presents from other cats met in battle show, revealing just how old she truly is.

Graced with a normal height this femme would blend in with the crowd if everybody held the same hue of pelt. However Raidstar seems to stand out when it comes to hue. Not many bengals let alone silver bengals are seen in the forest amongst the clans. Hidden beneath the many layer of colors is a very light gray, almost a creamy white. Atop this on her body lies thick stripes of silvery gray. Continuing the layering pattern, darker gray comes in spots and thin strips seeming to shade the muscles taking cover under her pelt.

Running down her legs in dark gray are horizontal jagged lines. These lines run until her paws are reached. The soft pads on the bottom a pink/gray color which blends with the white fur of her paws themselves. Back to the top of her paws, light gray appears in small dots. Often times wrapping itself around her paws and suffocating them is the length tail. Wrapped in horizontal lines that darken as they reach the tip it blends with her appendages. The only white on her body comes at the very tip of her tail and is hardly visible.

Nearing her head lying across her shoulder blades are two dark distinct stripes that run in a jagged circular shape to the front of her neck. They come close to touching but the light gray separates them. These are probably the most distinct markings on her body. Like a Corporal in the army these are her shoulder pads and symbolize, quite oddly enough, a higher ranking.

Starting at the top of her head, intercepting the various phrases spoken to the she are her two auds. The tips are a dark black that fades out as they attach themselves to her head. The insides are a light cotton candy pink. The silvery gray color swirls itself in various circles and shapes, mingling with the darker and lighter gray. Reaching her eyes the light gray circles them before black takes over. All around her eyes is a thick black lining, as if eyeliner was permanently applied. The eyes themselves are a work of art. Yellow, greens, blues and purples swirl themselves together to create a muddy pastel color that is oddly beautiful. The veins in her eyes themselves make it seem as if her orbs are compiled of shattered glass.

Looking towards her mouth an odd thing you'll notice is how the roof of her mouth and tongue are tainted a dark purple. This is uncommon in animals but certainly possible. Most say it's a sign the animal is intelligent. Contrasting themselves against the dark purple are her ivories that glitter if sun hits them. You'll find Tearstar constantly chewing on something as her chompers seem to grow fast and if she doesn't keep them down they'll grow to cause pain. The nose sitting just below her eyes holds a darker shade of pink, almost a light brown color.

And summing it up we have the scars. Ah yes, the many permanent presents and jewels given to the femme by battles and mishaps. They're a story of their own. The most noticeable scar, or rather set of scars, Tearstar carries are three long jagged lines running along her rump. The scars are from her apprentice Charmpaw. Tearstar displays them proudly showing that she taught her apprentice well. There are other scars, but they are tiny and hidden by the short fur that she has.

it's my heart, my mind....;;
Destruction. A word well known to this leader, Tearstar shapes her life around it. What will kill off the other clans, what will destroy them to the point of non-existence. Destruction, havoc, bane , massacre....they're all in her vocabulary. Scrape away the flesh and the fur, these words are the sole construction of Tearstar. She's the start of a brand new holocaust, one nobody can stop. Bloodthirsty, she'll kill anybody who stands in her way. You see them, now you don't. Advice from her is listen, and listen well...before you don't get the chance to listen again.

Lies. Backstabbing. The whole works. It comes easy, a natural born talent. Sure Tearstar will tell the truth to her clan-mates, but to the other clans....yeah right. She'll do everything she can to act all nice to them before she releases the hounds to squash them into nothing. You could call her fake, but then again you can't. After all she's only doing what's expected of her. Being a Tempestclan member and all....do you really expect her to be telling you the truth.

But being up-tight doesn't mean that she doesn't know how to have fun. Well, ya it kind of does. Tearstar doesn't know the meaning of fun. To her fun is hunting or defending the clan. Really she needs somebody to unwind the thread she has tied in triple-knots and guarded by little people with swords. She needs somebody to show her fun and to show her that everybody isn't out in the word to tear her into pieces beyond repair. Funny thing is she knows she needs a cat to help, yet she would never ask for it. But should it be given to her on an silver platter she would accept it graciously knowing that it would be a change for the better.

When it comes to peace or war Tearstar is one for fighting. She doesn't like trying to make peace for fear that it might make Tempestclan look weak. But she doesn't like the idea of cats from her clan getting hurt or maybe even killed in battles. However, it doesn't mean she'll go talk herself out of battle to save the members of her clan. They can defend themselves, just like she can. She will not take pity on the weak, she'll only hit them with twice as much force. If you aren't living up to her standards, get out....or she'll make you.

But be notified now. Tearstar isn't the worst in the world. She has a kind side, she doesn't live to kill....only to bother and put little worries into every day life. Tearstar is not fear itself, no she's far from fear.....Tearstar still has her own fears to deal with. She doesn't want to go killing off other cats and getting Tempestclan into trouble by Starclan....she just wants the other clans territory, prey, and what not.

SO this kindness, the little Tearstar possesses isn't much but it's enough for others in her clan to see into it. She has love in her heart and the will to keep friends. But her friends are in her clan, and that is that. The other clans have nothing to do with the kindness she has. They only see the darker, more prominent side of her heart.



just for the records;;
Fallingmoon, a young warrior barely out of her apprenticeship...fell in love. A tom some moons older than her took her heart, sweeping her into a spinning mess...his name was Raidstep. Fallingmoon was a beautiful black she-cat who never broke the warrior code and was destined to make friends with every cat in Tempestclan. Raidstep was a handsome silver bengal, rowdy and quite the bad-boy he gave Tempestclan trouble. They were an unlikely match in Tempestclan's eyes yet their love was proven when Fallingmoon's belly became bulgy with kits. The clan was shocked but soon accepted it seeing that they had done nothing wrong. It was a simple matter of love and their feelings for one another.

As Fallingmoon continued to swell up Raidstep seemed to disappear for periods of time, sometimes for even a whole day. Riverclan became worried and a warrior was sent to follow him. The warrior came back reporting a not so happy sighting. Raidstep had been visiting another she-cat. It didn't help when the warrior also stated the the other she-cat was a Rogue. Raidstep was chased from the clan leaving Fallingmoon's kits fatherless. The day after Raidstep was chased from clan Fallingmoon headed towards the river, she needed a break from the gossip filled clan. Within moments of reaching the river it was clear the young Queen was to have her kits here.

Thank Starclan a tom loner, with odd purple splotches on his white pelt, by the name of Trest appeared at her side to help. He knew some about herbs and their use and quickly set to work. Soon three kits lay at the side of Fallingmoon suckling happily. One stood out more than the others, it was a she with a silver bengal pelt. The kit was named for the tear that Fallingmoon shed, Tearkit. As the day passed the two, Trest and Fallingmoon, chatted on and on finding they had much in common despite their differences. As Starclan was beginning to show their presence a Tempestclan patrol found the two cats and the three kits. Trest was taken back to camp with the patrol and granted a chance to become a Tempestclan warrior thanks to his help with Fallingmoon. He became Blazeheart, father of three kits and mate to Fallingmoon.

The days went by, the kits grew, their personalities developed. The little she-cat Tearkit became quite the fiery and adventurous kit. One of her brother Basskit became the protector and her other brother Troutkit became quite the little whiner. Fallingmoon and Blazekit were constantly alert and ready for their daughter to spring into action with a new adventure. Most plans were foiled by them but some were unnoticed. One of these was a trip to the mighty river, that would take the life of one of the kits. As the kits made their way to the river, back at camp Fallingmoon had dozed off and Blazeheart had been called away to help reinforce one of the dens. Nobody noticed the kits disappearance till it was too late. As Basskit slipped and fell into the water Fallingmoon woke, and panicked.

A group of cats immediately ran to the river, finding Raidkit and Troutkit calling helplessly to their drowning brother. A cat dove in bring the little kit out. His sides no longer rose with each breath and his little heart did not beat to the sound of their own drum. Fallingmoon was quick to blame and turned on Tearkit yelling with her might that it was the her fault. Tearkit was hurt by her mother and tried to turn and run, however she was stopped in her tracks by a silver bengal...by the name of Raidstep. He laughed and prodded the kit with his paw, Hello daughter. His voice rung in Tearkit's pink ears before the group of Tempestclan cats chased him out.
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Tearpaw was pushed off into Apprenticeship with the knowledge that Blazeheart wasn't her real father, that a traitor to Tempestclan was...and that her mother hated her. Her mentor became her best friend that she confessed everything to. They trained regularly their sessions often lasting longer than needed since they would sometimes take a break and just talk. The mentor's was Graybird, an aging she-cat with a motherly nature.

The lack of parenting from her stupid mother and her fake father was all too real. Tearpaw became a troubled Apprentice who was easily manipulated into many things. She took the blame for everything that she had even the smallest part in and didn't care. Graybird noticed this and tried to get Tearpaw back on the right track. Her efforts worked little by little but by helping Tearpaw the apprentice became up-tight. She never relaxed and seemed to be draining all of the fun that used to occupy her system. Tearpaw thought of herself as beyond help and planned to take her life the next day.

Standing on the edge of a cliff she looked down, a tear falling to her destination...awaiting her to join it. She couldn't bring herself to do it, yet she knew she must. Her parents were not parents and her mentor had just made everything worse by helping. The only brother she cared about was dead thanks to her and the remaining brother was just a nag. She had nothing to live for, nothing...placing a paw into the empty air she prepared herself to push off. Just as she began teeth sunk themselves into her pelt and pulled her back. She landed on something soft and warm, it was another cat. The scent coming from the cat was unfamiliar. Scrambling to her paws she recognized the scent of the tom, Windclan...but his face was unfamiliar. He spoke three words before vanishing I care. Live.

The words were the kindest thing that she had ever heard. She began to chase after the tom just as Graybird and Troutpaw came through the brush. Graybird rushed over to Tearpaw guiding her away from the edge, Troutpaw just stood there tears running off his sleek black pelt....he cared too. The life got better from then on, though still wound tight Tearpaw now knew she had others who cared and didn't try to commit suicide anymore. As she was to receive her warrior name a leaf floated down interrupting the leader, it landed on Tearpaw's nose and she couldn't help but smile. The leader took this as a message and granted her the name Tearwing.

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With the past behind her Tearwing cleared her slate and decided to start over. Her friends wouldn't be many since she didn't trust as easily as she might of since the whole Raidstep is your father thing was found out. Her past had made her a better cat and she had examples of what not to be. However she was still up-tight and had no clue how to have fun. She dropped letting others blame things on her and the thoughts of suicide. Her loyalty to the clan became the strongest bond she had ever created and her brother she used to hate was her best friend for the time being.

Graybird moved into the Elder's den and Ink seemed to go and visit her every day, thanking her for all her help. Life was just life until her brother Sleektrout told her of gossip that she would be assigned an apprentice. Being 25 moons old Tearwing thought she wasn't capable of handling an apprentice at such an early age. That night at the apprentice ceremony there were three kits, the first two went to older warriors, but the third kit Charmkit was apprenticed to Tearwing. Tear was completely in shock...and was quick to admit defeat and that it was a mistake. However the leader assured her it wasn't and Tearwing started on training.

Taking the single most important thing she learned from Graybird, friendship, she quickly started to try and bond with Charmpaw. The two got along almost like a mother and daughter should, like Graybird and Tearwing did and still do. Tearwing seemed to push Charmpaw just beyond her limit, challenging her to an extent. During a fighting session Charmpaw gave a surprise attack to Tearwing and raked her rump. Tearwing didn't yell at her apprentice but instead congratulated her and praised her. She displayed the three claw marks proudly saying that her apprentice had taken the challenge and passed with flying colors.

As Charmpaw became Charmdust and Tearwing aged Fallingmoon, was pronounced dead. The death had been a silent one, it looked as if the Elder was asleep. Tearwing didn't cry for her mother, but did sit vigil with Blazeheart and her brother Sleektrout. Early the next morning Blazeheart was found with deep wounds across his wrist. He had committed suicide, not being able to go on without Fallingmoon. With her so called parents dead Tearwing only had one relation in the clan, her brother. It seemed their line of blood was diminishing and Tearwing thought about the possibility of kits, and the mysterious Vertigoclan tom she had encountered in her days as Tearpaw.

The thoughts of kits was quickly cut off as Tearwing reached 38 moons and the current Deputy was killed. She wanted to reach for the stars, and become the new Tempestclan Deputy but knew this was Violetstar's choice and not hers. Tearwing could only show what she would bring by her actions and words. This was not hard for her to do seeing she had shaped herself to be who she wanted, and who she wanted to be was Tempestclan Deputy.

FInally shaped as a Deputy, she was granted the position.
Tearwing didn't get to spend much time as Deputy. She spent two moons as a Deputy before Violetstar became ill. She was sent off to the Medicine Cat's den where she soon died. Tearwing became Tearstar and has been leading the clan from now on.



besides the other info;;
nope nope...except if i don't get this she'll be Tearwing.

[LYNX ♥]

If I don't get this.. phffsh!


xx accepted.