Post by maybe on Dec 14, 2011 11:47:30 GMT -5
T i N D E R S H O C K
35 moons | She-cat | Shadowclan | Deputy
A domesticated girl that's all you ask of me,
Darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy.
Moon's awake now, with eyes wide open
My body is craving, so feed the hungry
Ginger she-cat with exquisite eyes and the exoskeleton of a tyrant.
''APPEARANCE;;
Perhaps one of the most average colors in the world of cat pelts is ginger. The orange mix of darks and lights, swirled, striped, and combined into one hairy blanket over top a body of muscle and bone. Such a pelt of this color has been placed atop this young cat's anatomy. With a solid bone structure, this she-cat won't crumble beneath the weight of opponents in battle, nor will she fall from the limbs of trees and break the very bones meant to hold her up. With such bone structure, it's a surprise she isn't bulky. Her muscle is stretched tight and stays fairly flat across her bones. She isn't meant to look like a wad of fur, with bulges of sheer muscle at every limb. Tindershock is meant to be sleek, graceful, with the elegance of a bird in flight. Her eyes hold a background of pine trees, their moss color contrasted with a rusted glaze over the top. Accenting her eyes the slightest bit more is the rust color lining the slots of her very orbs.
''PERSONALITY;;
Perhaps not the most idealistic Vertigoclan warrior, Tindershock seems to follow the ways that she herself has set in stone. Being confident and strong willed has given her no reason to believe in the new ways set by others. Though she may be influenced by the thoughts of others around her, she will not follow them. This ginger she-cat was born a leader, and for that reason she will stay a leader of herself...and of others should they precede to join in her ways of "fun".
She's headstrong, knowing that forever and always she will be right. There's no reason for her to doubt herself, there never has been and she knows that others will always be wrong around her. Tindershock houses a rather dark side and has the potential to become rather deadly should she be given the chance to rise to her destiny. Her ego pushes her drive and confidence to a whole new level.
Others see this as her downfall, and she sees the others as cats who wish to be her. They envy her because they wish to be like her, if not her entirely...So what does this she-cat house besides confidence and an ego the size of all four clans? Not much. Manipulation. Leadership. She's the exoskeleton of a natural born tyrant...which a natural goal to reach it.
Tyranny brings out the ugly in most and being near that point and into the deputy stage, Tindershock has been given power over almost all of the cats in her clan. She's the cat that many fear and has become the reputation for Shadowclan. She's cutting the clan into shape, you fall into the line of harsh and evil, or you die trying. There seems to be no soul in this daunting cat.
''HISTORY;;
Average life of a normal clan cat.
''KIT LIFE;;
Tinderkit was born into a litter of all ginger kits. Her mother was a ginger she-cat and her father a ginger tom. It was bound to happen. Siblings were called Havockit and Flamekit, it was a litter involving two shes and one tom. Tinderkit was immediately the one who displayed the characteristic leader like qualities, though her brother Havockit gave her a run for her money. Violence seemed to pave the way to how they would be acting, and accidents would be promised. It wasn't long before Flamekit was lost in the Phantom Forest. The forest notorious for claiming those of the lost and wandering, had claimed a young life. Perhaps the most horrid part was the fact that her siblings accepted the loss without a single tear.
''APPRENTICE;;
Tinderpaw and Havocpaw became the nuisances they were promised to be. Perhaps two of the harshest cats the clan had ever seen, it was a wonder they had not run each other off the lands. Their parents had given up on tying their children down, letting them flourish in the ways that Shadowclan lands wished to bring them up. The training was rather boring in the young she-cats eyes. What she was taught, she absorbed though often times she would sneak away into the forest where nobody dared to follow her. It was during these times that she found her true identity.
''WARRIOR;;
Tindershock reached her warrior status with the title of "next in line". The leader had his eyes set on the young warrior from the beginning. She was fulfilling the true destiny and reputation that Shadowclan cats were supposed to have. Her brother Havocfang shared her enthusiasm and way of life, though she was of course a she-cat and more appealing to the tom leader. But to be fair they were both given an apprentice to avoid favoritism coming into subject. With the leader being an eligible bachelor, and Tindershock being a lovely young warrior, it seemed to be a match made in heaven. Though is was wrong, the two would often meet in secrecy. Tindershock of course had no interest in the tom, but knowing that acting as if she did would get her closer to the Deputy position...she went along with the little show. It wouldn't be long before the leader would step down or croak. All Tindershock had to do was wiggle her way into the position of Deputy, and then she would have a for sure grasp on the title of leader. It was no shock when the current deputy came down with an illness. Some suspected foul play, though none spoke of it loudly. As the Deputy became weaker and weaker, Tindershock began to fill in more and more. As the deputy died, Tindershock was named the successor. What baffled many was the fact that Tindershock didn't have blood on her paws, with a closer look it was the leader that did.
''DEPUTY;;
Life of a deputy seemed to be sweet. Though the little charade of being the leader's lover was becoming something that the ginger she-cat was finding hard to hold true. When Smokestar had told Tindershock that he would be making room for her to rise in power, she knew that something would happen. Although she never had suspected that Smokestar would be poisoning the current deputy to get his way, and what he thought was hers. The young she-cat was barely old enough to house this position in many cats' eyes. But here she was...and it was to no surprise that she soon was pregnant with a litter of kits...and it was to no surprise that the father was Smokestar. Yet the kits were never seen, some say never born...though the real story is a mystery. Tindershock is the only one who knows the truth. If you could look into her memory, you'd see the old cat in the lands outside of the clans who gave her herbs to stop the kits' growth. Smokestar was disappointed, and Tindershock tried to display true sorrow, though her grief was as much of a show as her "love" was. Smokestar in his old age and grief, began to hide in his den...giving way for Tindershock to call the shots. Time passed, and soon Tindershock was, once more, announced to have a litter of kits on the way. This time a deal had been made. If the kits would live, Smokestar would step down and allow Tindershock to take his place. She knew that he just wanted his blood to stay in the clan. And he knew that she wanted the power, and he knew that she would reach it in whatever way possible...even if it meant taking care of kits for a few moons.When the she-cat could no longer represent herself as Deputy, another cat would fill in until she could once more. Two kits were alive, and two dead. One white, one gray. Nimbuskit and Stormkit. Tom and she-cat. As soon as they reach their apprenticeship, Smokestar upheld his part of their deal and announced his retirement into the elder community. Nobody knew of their deal...or at least nobody knew of it for sure, though some were skeptical. Tindershock came into the true power she wanted...Tinderstar.
''RP EX;;
It had always been a competition. Brother against sister. The battle of the sexes had taken over a new status when the odd fact of siblings was thrown into the mixing bowl. Tindershock knew that she would win over Havocfang. She had the thing he did not, her gender. There was always something she would have the upper-hand with. It was destinies way of showing her sibling that he was not meant to be in the position of power. It was a way to shove the dirt in her brother's face, to bury him beneath herself. Perhaps it was a little harsh, but then again...that phrase did not exist to her.
Orbs twinkled, a smirk pasted upon her face as she watched her apprentice. He was supposed to be making a move, to attack her. But for some reason the small runt was glued to his spot. "Well?!" She sneered, rising to her paws. "If you stand there, like that, with a pouting look upon your face...the rest of the forest will tear you to pieces. Your family would be disappointed to know they have scum for a son, you realize that don't you?" Her voice was rasped, accompanied by a growl in the background. Her body slithered to the right, how odd it was to watch her mesmerizing movements. Such power and malice packed into a pretty little package.
"Attack me you fool. Your life is depending on it. I know my way through these parts of the darkened forest, but you, you my young one do not...." she paused, halting all movements she had, her eyes glittering almost playfully, "my brother and I lost our sister in here years ago...on purpose too. She was never cut out for Shadowclan...you're not going to become her are you?" She moved close to him, her fur brushing his lightly before she leaped away.
This was the problem with the clan. Too many moons had been spent raising light-hearted, happy go lucky, kits. Too many moons had gone by that the other three clans had influenced the way that Shadowclan cats have lived. The dark lives they were supposed to lead were gone. Vanished. Dispersed. Dissipated. Time had taken it's toll. Her breaths were steady as she waited, hoping that the tom would not disappoint her.
A flash of gray came at her, slamming into her body she went rolling with him. Pulling herself from him, with a kick of her hind legs they was separated. It didn't take much to pin the tom back down, he was young and his skills had not been mined. Her laugh rolled off her tongue, menacing and dark from the depths of the black hole locked away inside..."Welcome young one. We'll make the best of you yet." Flashing a smile, some part of her felt love...love for a new time, not another living breathing soul. A time where Shadowclan would be Shadowclan in the way it was meant to be.
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