Post by yewrope on Nov 14, 2011 22:00:55 GMT -5
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Desolate
Gender --
Female
Age --
50 moons
Appearance --
Desolatestar's fur is long black and white, tuxedo patterned. Any scars that she may have are primarily covered up by its length. Her eyes are a plain amber. In general she's not smiling.
Personality --
As a whole outside appearance She's a little unstable on the mind bases. And considering she has a voice named Dezzy they may be right. She lies quite a bit, holding her emotions in. The losses she encounters hit her a tad-bit longer than most, she holds grudges you could say. Desolate is neutral in no matter.
History --
Part 1~
Desolate was born to two members of her group, Lockjaw and Sorrel. She was born with a brother, Oak and Mottled. Her parents knew right at birth what her brothers name were. But hers had stood undecided, her mother came close to naming her Black a few times, but for some reason her mother shied away from it. Desolate, just called kit at that time was great friends with Oak. One day when her brother snuck out of camp when she was asleep. She had just woken up from a wonderful dream about stalking a mouse when she scented Oak being carried into camp. She watched curiously, her head tilted wondering why they where carrying him. That was until the placed him down and her view was unblocked by other cats and she saw that her brothers neck was ripped open. Mottled had disappeared as well, but there had been no sign of a body. The exact details of his death were never discovered. That night she stood by him, her nose buried in his body stained pelt and her muzzle cleaned of it by her tears. She watched her father leave the group, with a floating sense of finality that solidified over time. Her mother woke her up as Oak's body was taken out to be buried. That day she earned her name, Desolate, for the loneliness and sorrow that shone in her eyes. Desolate slowly recovered, finding that making friends along the way helped her overcome her bitter sorrow.
She became the second in command in the group over time, and feel for a stranger that the leader let into the clan. But when she got pregnant he left her, leaving her cold towards all strangers.Near kitting
Desolate kitted near another group's territory her mind under certain and unhinged with the chemical imbalance of the kits. And also being dumped like she had with her first love. One of her kits got killed, and she was helped by another cat of her group back to her group's camp. She led the group to a battle against the other group in vengeance, without the leader's permission. Considering they gained a little land over it he accepted it.
Part3#~ Embarking The Biggest Rift
Desolate gets amnesia somehow, gets caught up in a nomad group. She doesn't remember her name, but she calls herself Dezzy. When they swing by back to her group's territory they take her back in, and the nomads leave. After awhile she regains her memories, but Dezzy hasn't left. She's now a childish hyper voice.
Part 4#
At her return her kits weren't very happy, and they held onto her discontent for the rest of their lives. For one, she had left. And then she hadn't remembered them when she returned.
[LEADERSHIP)
Their current leader died months later and Desolatestar took control.
Desolate allowed those nomads to to stay in her group for awhile when they swung by, something that didn't suit well with many people of her members of the group. They were made to leave a few weeks after due to discontentment of her group, but that was long enough to give rise to a split in her group, which left. After that Desolate was completely unwilling to let any strangers join her group. After all, it's why her group got split. Not to mention that tom was still on her mind.
Dezzy managed to wrangle up a tom as Spring came along and Desolate gave birth outside of camp. Only two kits out of the six she gave birth to lived. She was completely wrecked. She'd hoped this litter to be her chance for a perfect family, unlike last time. So when she heard the mewling of some loner and her newborn kits Desolate was quick to move. She tore up the queen and took the four kits. So that made six kits, exactly the number in her first litter. So she was still trying at a perfect family. Meanwhile she was still keeping strangers from joining.
Desolate was raising her six kits and dealing with an increasing amount of strangers trying to join her group. Her answer? No. She hated strangers, dur! She'd issued an order and a meeting that loners should be turned away at the border, and that she wouldn't let them join. It was clear that she hated loathes loners.
Some family of the she-cat she stole the kits from attacked her group and ended up killing a lot of people from both sides. She admitted to stealing those kits, and her group kicked her out. She ran, and ended up here, a fresh start with no one knowing her past.
