Post by pigeon on Jun 11, 2006 15:28:59 GMT -5
Name: Sleetwing
Age: 25 moons
Gender: Female
Clan: Nightclan
Position: Deputy
History: Sleetwing wasn't always Sleetwing, nor did she always live with the clans. When Sleetwing was an eaglet, she lived by the sea with her mother and father and siblings. Her name was Silver, and she was constantly pushed around by her siblings. Her father always stood up for her, and Silver began to get that into her head. She began bragging and strutting around the nest, and her father continued to treat her as his favorite. But soon, Silver's pride began going towards outlets far more dangerous then bragging. She began hurting her siblings then ducking the blame. She killed a passing eaglet once and blamed it on her younger brother. Her brother was kicked out of the nest, and Silver's remaining siblings decided that she had to go.
When Silver's father and mother were away and Silver was sleeping, her siblings pushed her over the edge of the nest. When their parents got back, Silver's father became so enraged that he murdered the rest of his children.
Silver fell and landed on a rock. There she lay for 3 days until a friendly loner found her. The loner thought that she was a clan eaglet and brought to Nightclan, where he had heard rumors of a missing eaglet. She was remained Sleeteaglet because of the terrible weather conditions in which she was found and made a new life for herself.
But still, every now and then, she dreams of the blood of an eaglet on her talons...
Appearance: Sleetwing is a small eagle, narrow and lithe. She exiles at dives and speed, but she is terrible at brute force. She can hover, an unusual gift amongst eagles. She has abnormally long talons that are curved at the ends, making them deadly weapons.
Sleetwing's chest and back are white with hints of gray, giving the appearence of clouds. However, Sleetwing's wings are a sleety gray color, varying from creamy silver to a deep ash. Her tail feathers are an almost pure black and her eyes have hints of green and amber in them.
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Personality: Sleetwing's childhood arrogance has not disapeared but returned in a far less deadly form. She boasts sometimes about her victories, to the slight annoyance of her fellow warriors. Sleetwing is hard to befriend, as after a former friend betrayed her she has built up a wall to not end up jaded. But if you can get past that wall, she is a great friend and will protect you till the day you die.
Sleetwing knows that she was not born in the clan, though she has no recollection of her past life. Some senior warriors distrust her, but she pays no attention to them. Sleetwing knows that she can and will prove her loyalty.
Sleetwing is not evil, nor is she pure. No creature is. Sleetwing has her demons, and she tries to avoid them. She tries to right her forgotten past. Sleetwing knows that she did wrong, but she also knows that she alone can save her soul.
I.C.: Sleetwing dreamed.
Sleetwing was on a rocky ledge, perched on the edge of a nest. The nest was large and wide, and Sleetwing could sense other eagles there. But there was only one eagle that she noticed. A small, vunerable eagle, playing with a long peice of seaweed.
Sleetwing's heart pounded. She had lived this before, lived this too many times before. Nononononono, she screamed in silent desperation as she flew down to the eagle. But she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. Something, somewhere, wanted her to live her hell over and over and over again. Why? How? Who?
Sleetwing felt her talon hit the eaglet's throat. She was screaming now, crying now, but she didn't stop, she couldn't stop. She felt the blood of the eaglet pour over her talon, over the edge, making a steady drip out onto the ocean oblivion below. She didn't want it. She didn't want the blood. She couldn't have the blood, but she needed it. She was addicted to the blood. One dose was all it took. Who cared for lives, who cared for innocence?
I do! screamed Sleetwing. This isn't me! This is someone else! I have never killed anyone!
But she knew it was a lie. This was her past, this was her hell, this was her life...
Sleetwing awoke.
She was sweating. She was shaking and shivering and she wanted out. She didn't want these dreams anymore.
Why? she asked. Why me? Why now? I would never do anything like this again. I've changed. I'm not a killer anymore. Why do you make me relive this?
But Sleetwing knew. She knew why she had to relive the pain, the shame, the guilt. She had to relive it so it would never happen again.
Codes: ten
Age: 25 moons
Gender: Female
Clan: Nightclan
Position: Deputy
History: Sleetwing wasn't always Sleetwing, nor did she always live with the clans. When Sleetwing was an eaglet, she lived by the sea with her mother and father and siblings. Her name was Silver, and she was constantly pushed around by her siblings. Her father always stood up for her, and Silver began to get that into her head. She began bragging and strutting around the nest, and her father continued to treat her as his favorite. But soon, Silver's pride began going towards outlets far more dangerous then bragging. She began hurting her siblings then ducking the blame. She killed a passing eaglet once and blamed it on her younger brother. Her brother was kicked out of the nest, and Silver's remaining siblings decided that she had to go.
When Silver's father and mother were away and Silver was sleeping, her siblings pushed her over the edge of the nest. When their parents got back, Silver's father became so enraged that he murdered the rest of his children.
Silver fell and landed on a rock. There she lay for 3 days until a friendly loner found her. The loner thought that she was a clan eaglet and brought to Nightclan, where he had heard rumors of a missing eaglet. She was remained Sleeteaglet because of the terrible weather conditions in which she was found and made a new life for herself.
But still, every now and then, she dreams of the blood of an eaglet on her talons...
Appearance: Sleetwing is a small eagle, narrow and lithe. She exiles at dives and speed, but she is terrible at brute force. She can hover, an unusual gift amongst eagles. She has abnormally long talons that are curved at the ends, making them deadly weapons.
Sleetwing's chest and back are white with hints of gray, giving the appearence of clouds. However, Sleetwing's wings are a sleety gray color, varying from creamy silver to a deep ash. Her tail feathers are an almost pure black and her eyes have hints of green and amber in them.
Picture (optional):
Personality: Sleetwing's childhood arrogance has not disapeared but returned in a far less deadly form. She boasts sometimes about her victories, to the slight annoyance of her fellow warriors. Sleetwing is hard to befriend, as after a former friend betrayed her she has built up a wall to not end up jaded. But if you can get past that wall, she is a great friend and will protect you till the day you die.
Sleetwing knows that she was not born in the clan, though she has no recollection of her past life. Some senior warriors distrust her, but she pays no attention to them. Sleetwing knows that she can and will prove her loyalty.
Sleetwing is not evil, nor is she pure. No creature is. Sleetwing has her demons, and she tries to avoid them. She tries to right her forgotten past. Sleetwing knows that she did wrong, but she also knows that she alone can save her soul.
I.C.: Sleetwing dreamed.
Sleetwing was on a rocky ledge, perched on the edge of a nest. The nest was large and wide, and Sleetwing could sense other eagles there. But there was only one eagle that she noticed. A small, vunerable eagle, playing with a long peice of seaweed.
Sleetwing's heart pounded. She had lived this before, lived this too many times before. Nononononono, she screamed in silent desperation as she flew down to the eagle. But she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. Something, somewhere, wanted her to live her hell over and over and over again. Why? How? Who?
Sleetwing felt her talon hit the eaglet's throat. She was screaming now, crying now, but she didn't stop, she couldn't stop. She felt the blood of the eaglet pour over her talon, over the edge, making a steady drip out onto the ocean oblivion below. She didn't want it. She didn't want the blood. She couldn't have the blood, but she needed it. She was addicted to the blood. One dose was all it took. Who cared for lives, who cared for innocence?
I do! screamed Sleetwing. This isn't me! This is someone else! I have never killed anyone!
But she knew it was a lie. This was her past, this was her hell, this was her life...
Sleetwing awoke.
She was sweating. She was shaking and shivering and she wanted out. She didn't want these dreams anymore.
Why? she asked. Why me? Why now? I would never do anything like this again. I've changed. I'm not a killer anymore. Why do you make me relive this?
But Sleetwing knew. She knew why she had to relive the pain, the shame, the guilt. She had to relive it so it would never happen again.
Codes: ten