the TALE of the running RABBIT + fin

[Ace of Spades™]

N A M E: Rabbittail

G E N D E R: Female

D E S i R E D P O S i T i O N: Warrior

T H E i M A G E:

They tell me I'm not the prettiest warrior out there. What did you expect, a fluffy, loving, nursery queen? My hide is storied with many wounds, some old, some new, some mere scratches, some frighteningly long and deep scars of the many battles that earned me my role in TempestClan. Despite this, strangely enough, my appearance doesn't earn me a title of intimidation. I do not appear the least bit dexterous, my tail a short rabbit-like pom, back legs out-lengthening fore legs, so that when I stand, my back is arched and my rear is higher in the air then my head.

I am a dark tawny tortoiseshell, eyes a dull yellow-green, and my fur short and even. My over sized ears sit at the very top of my triangular head. I am a lithe, liquid, flexibly built cat, lean muscle lying just below the pelt line.

P E R S O N A L i T Y:

those who are dead are not dead, they're just living in my head

Some cats call me morbid. That's not true - I just maintain a deep connection with my ancestors in StarClan. On the other hand, some cats say that I'm so pious, I spend more time dreaming about TempestClan's dead then acting as deputy. True, death, murder, and dying fascinates me. That doesn't mean that I'm a morbid cat...does it?

Some cats also say that I'm a wee bit insane. Occasionally I blurt out things that make absolutely no sense and have no relevance, usually about - you guessed it - death. It's not that I'm dark. It's because the cycle of death and life leaves me spellbound. So does love. I guess that was something I blurted out, also. At least it's true.

I am quite an obstinate cat, strong-willed and intelligent, and I won't take excuses, I won't take rubbish, not from the warriors below me or even the leader above. I can strike some cats as vain, as would be expected from anyone in power.

M E M O i R S:

and since I fell for that spell, I've been living it as well

Mom was Morningpaw, and my father was Rockstrong - that's right, she became a queen as an apprentice. It's not a big deal, really. She took her warrior name, Morningpool, when she was one moon from kitting me and my siblings, Autumnleaf, and Splotchedpelt, so that's alright, I guess. She was a normal, loving queen, and I don't think she intended to raise me an eccentric. I think that's all fault to my mentor, Coldtongue.

Coldtongue was more interested in the mental aspect of becoming a warrior then other mentors - meaning, use the warrior code, don't break it, exploit it to your advantage and win big. He actually said that, though at the time I didn't quite know what it meant. Now I know that he was expecting "star" as my suffix in the not-so-distant future...unless he earned it first. That probably sounds quite macabre, doesn't it? Anyway, as his name suggested, he was a sharp tongued, strict, opinionated cat who couldn't accept failure. He pushed me until I made things right. And when I did things poorly, he wouldn't let me forget it.

And during my apprenticehood, so obsessed with succeeding, with ambition and the future, as Rabbitstar. that I could very well have, my mother Morningpool committed suicide and Rockstrong disappeared with his new mate on a fine Newleaf day. Macabre, again, isn't it? Trying my best for my Clan, I was alienated from the big picture, and when I realized that, I was quickly washed under a cloud of melancholy, of unbreakable disconsolation.

I became an ascetic of sorts, fasting until I felt like dying and then going out at night, "seeing" Morningpool and all the other late but significant dead in my life wandering out in the Moorland, speaking to me when I was most open to their words. Other cats said that I was hallucinating, crazed from starvation. I still hear their voices to this day, though, so I believe that I found a connection to StarClan.

Coldtongue never knew about this, and I'm sure that if he did, he wouldn't be the least proud of me. I quickly recovered from my extremist ways and earned my warrior name, Rabbittail.

The living's been rather plain, since, and after these many long moons building my skills and standing in the Clan, mentoring various apprentices of my own, and standing apart in battle.

[» got MiLK ?!]

Wht does every cat have to be 'insane'? I honestly don't think Glacialstar would make a depressed cat whospeaks to StarClan deputy. >.<

[Ace of Spades™]

She's not depressed...or entirely insane. She's just one of the eccentric sorts that are mostly okay but clearly took a bad fall to the head as an infant.

[» got MiLK ?!]

Still....you said she speaks to StarClan. o.O

....I'd prolly say no on a deputy position [warrior'd be fine], but I'mma wait for Rainy's opinion.

[Ace of Spades™]

she doesn't speak to StarClan. It's just made out that way since the bio is written first person. she was hallucinating.

[» got MiLK ?!]

Exactly. Hallucinating! Insane sign right there. A cat who hallucinates is not going to be made deputy, she barely would've made warriorhood.

[Ace of Spades™]

nobody knows that she did. she's just like one of those weird people who are mostly competent but claim to be able to see God...xP

nevermind. I'll just have her a warrior.

[» got MiLK ?!]

Ok then, Accepted. ^^