&&.Bloodpurge

[hawkstar]

&&.Christening:Bloodpurge
&&.Moon rotations:27 moons
&&.Gender:She-cat
Allegiance:Sunclan
Status:Warrior
&&corporal essence:Her figure resembles any she-cat that has seen her share of battle and hardship and there seems to be nothing spectacular about her upon first sight or a gaze from afar. But when in proximity the charm she emits is as saccharine as nectar. Her muscles are nothing to gawk at seeing as she gives of a peaceful air that one may discern to be a cat that is reluctant to fight. Her skill concerning battle is nothing to be praised though she is as fierce as any. Her thin frame is however a truly dazzling thing to witness. If snow could dye a cat it is she. Bloodpurge is as pristine white as the very snows of leafbare and she preens herself constantly not out of vanity. Her eyes are bluer then the very sky above and within their watery pools may be a world all her own where he silently retreats from time to time. Her dainty paws are speckled with small brown spots that are nearly unnoticeable against the near blinding shimmer of her coat.
&&Outward demeanor:A cat with the tongue that will make you believe an adder is but a harmless worm. Despite her dissuading name, Bloodpurge depicts no malice nor emotion to convey a cat of tyranny or contempt. But that does not imply she is a denizen of supreme social standings. Not though she is a cat worthy of trust her temperament is hidden soundly within itself, a mask, a façade nothing about her seems real even though you can reach out and touch it. Her demeanor never seems to waver from a smile that holds nothing. A cat that depicts such a behavior is considered hollow though one cannot say this for sure. She uses her charisma as a weapon of deceit when needed which is very often seeing as she lives among cats that are constantly aware of her presence. None have seen her anger and none have seen her joy and none have seen her tears. She is a cat with few emotions to show to those around her and she doesn’t allow anyone too close for reasons of her own. Otherwise she is an enigma at best and a con artist at worst, neither of which explain her to the satisfaction of those around her. Never the less she is a warrior with many ideas that she voices with care and concern, who is always there lurking but never making a move until she is positive. She may appear sheepish to cats that are not of her own clan, even shy if you catch her on a particularly bad day.
&&.Bloodline:
Dame: Copperlily-
Sire: Heathertooth-
Siblings:
Mate/crush: Sundance-dead
Kits: None
&&.PastxPresent:
She could feel the darkness slowly seeping into the crevices of dusk and knew once more the night had come to claim the land she cherished most and she had still not returned.
A cat sat within the hovering silence that had insued a deed best forgotten for all time. One that scarred her insides and set them ablaze with enough emotions to last him a life time. Which would explain later her refusual to depict them. She felt so empty as she sat upon the broken maple log that had fallen with the storms they often experiences during Newleaf. But even though the wood was no longer sodden with water, the dirt no longer pliable with moisture, she felt as if the rain was still pelting her with their unforgiving tears. Eyes that held more sensations she cared to recall again swam with tears of her own. Tears she'd hoped she'd never have to cry as she stared at the form she had mutilated beyond recognization.
Her bedraggled figure could easily be discerned amongst the verdant vegetated area she was in, seeing as her pallid white coat made her as blatantly evident as blood on a white sheet.
Her fur was covered in blood, the smell of which was days old now but still seemed to glisten with freshness.
Red splattered across her body like someone had attempted to throw paint on her and had succeeded in coating the majority of her torso in it but her rear had remained untainted by the crimson dye.
She could still feel the moist liquid between her paws. Still hear his yowls of agony as she lashed out at him...Still feel the sorrowful eyes that still stared up at her from the lifeless animal at her paws.
A bright white Tomcat lay before her, his mouth agape as if he were pleading but no amount of air would allow him to speak his mind. His eyes did the talking. Staring up vacantly with their cerulean blue gleam that mirrored her own tantalyzing blue orbs. He too was covered in blood, though more so then herself seeing as the majority of it had belonged to him. His chest was slathered in it and torn open from her vicious and unrelenting attack. And never could she recall him lifting a paw to stop her. It only furthered her guilt.
She'd killed him. Killed him because he'd lied. Killed him because he couldn't trust her. Killed him because if she couldn't have him no one but Starclan would. And now she saw the flaws. The faults in her formulated plan gone horribly array in a matter of moments.
"Sundance..." she murmered her words hoarse and dry from lack of moisture but she cared little for this physical discomfort as she stared at his body as if willing him to rise from the grave she'd put him in to no avvail.
Nothing could be done about this. She'd taken his life without so much as a thought other then how much she loved him and how betrayed she'd felt to find after he had said he too held the same feelings, had run into the forest to meet with some cat from another clan.
She'd believed him. Thought he wanted her as much as she wanted him and to find him with some other cat had crushed all coherent thought and feeling except for a dispicable rage she still felt but for all the wrong reasons.
He /had/ loved her. He /had/ wanted to be with her. But his own history had come to speak with him and he was severing the ties when she'd appeared. The guilt showed on her blood stained face as she lifted her numbed body from the ground. The hail of water from the night prior had washed the scent of her off of her mangled body and she dared not move it for fear her clan would come after her. It was a miracle they had not already.
With a heavy heart, and a heavy mind she moved from the place she'd stayed for two days now to slink into Sunclan hopefully unoticed. Hier mind frazzled and shattered as she cleaned herself thoroughly until there wasn't even a pink tint to indicate any misdeeds she'd commited.