Who am I?

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Swansong
"I look back on my life... and I regret it all"

Age

48 moons

Gender

She-cat

Clan

WindClan

Rank

Warrior

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Exterior.

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Summary

A white cat slinks among the shadows, her fur streaked with dramatic black markings. Her black-tipped paws disappear in the night and she seems to be a ghost, flickering between being a whole cat and only half-there. She has huge, yellow-gold eyes, a haunted dullness blazing within them. Her large paws are maybe just a bit too big for her body, but she's learned how to move them with complete silence. Her tail is long and graceful, it's black tip twitching as she creeps in the darkness.
The cat's white belly brushes the soft, brown earth. Her amber eyes dart back and forth nervously, even though the place she's in is safe. She looks unsettled, like she thinks that the worst will happen whenever possible, her pelt standing on end. A movement at her feet makes her gasp and jump a tail-length in the air. When she realizes it's just a bug, she stomps on it with sudden rage, then starts crying. I'm sorry, buggie, she whimpers. Than she laughs and says, Well, I'm not! You were repulsive and now you're smeared on my paw. Yech,

[/color] she adds, wiping it on the grass beneath her. That wasn't very nice of me. The she-cat goes on like this, seeming to have a conversation with herself. A slightly demonic look comes over her now and then, when she starts to appear sad, and when she gets too angry a calmness emits from her, and when she's done all that she is quiet and apologetic.

Pelt

Swansong was named for her soft, moonlight-white fur. It's the purest shade of white found on a cat, only interrupted by a stripe of black across her face, across her toes, on the tip of her tail, and down the back of her legs, where the fur is a bit longer than the rest so it hangs down like sleeves. Though her fur isn't very long, it's very healthy looking... Most of the time. When she has her wits about her, she's sure to keep it clean because she still remembers a time when cleanliness was a luxurious dream.

Eye

Swansong has large, pale-amber eyes that stand out like twin stars against her black-and-white fur. Her eyes are soulful and tired with pain sewn in their depths. They're always opened wide, a result of her suspicion that everyone is out to get her. She rarely closes them even to sleep, as she's taught herself to sleep with her eyes opened.

Body

The she-cat's body is thin and she is fairly average-sized, possibly a bit smaller than the average cat's. Her paws are maybe a bit too big for her body, with her large claws sheathed within them, but she doesn't use them unless you make her really angry... Which you have to make her sad to do.
Swansong's tail is long and graceful, her ears in proportion and poised in the perfect spot on her head. Ultimately, she's quite pretty in cat standards. If only her personality was predictable...

Special

• Swansong has multiple personality disorder
  
• She was born a RiverClan kit.

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Interior.

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Summary

originality.

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The origin.

When Swansong's not sad or angry, she's nice. Her eyes are soft and they sparkle like the stars, her words coming out softspoken and happy. She often states the obvious when she's in this mood, making others laugh. Actually, if she hadn't her other two personalities, she would probably be quite predictable, the perfect main character of her own story. A little bit shy, a bit of a wallflower, somewhat an airhead, and nice... What more can I say?

sadness.
What devoured her at her darkest hour.

When her personality and hope failed her, Swansong succumbed into the darkness of depression. Dark and pessimistic yet apologetic, she feels lost and the look in her eyes says she is. Lost in what, exactly, no one knows. She feels like everything is decietful, that her life is all a lie. This personality is provoked by sad things happening, sometimes by things that trigger her memories of... Then. Things as simple as crowfood or the skeletal trees in the winter. When she's sucked into this depression and it starts to get deeper and darker, she hardly utters a word, afraid that she will be hurt if she does. And when she does speak, a rare occasion, it's in a growling whisper, and her words aren't exactly uplifting. She sometimes drags others down into depression with her, and doesn't care. And when it reaches it's peak, it turns into her third personality... Rage.

darkness.
The nightfall that kept her safe.

As soon as her body realized that sadness wouldn't help her, Swansong took on the rage of the souls that lingered in the dark cavern she was kept in. When she goes into this mode, she is pretty unstoppable, beyond having a mere cat fit. She looks and acts much more powerful than she is, totally masking her average size. She used all this to her advantage, hiding in the shadows of the black place she and a few others were held, then attacking whoever dared to come down to them. Instead of staring at the heavy rock above the entrance being moved as it creeped down, immobilized by the inevidability of what would happen next, not daring to close her eyes, she would try to escape as often as she was angry. When she realized that was useless, for there were guards stationed around the exit, she made even it not want to mess with her. Some might say it was a fierce sense of self-preservation, and others might point to deamon-possesion, but it ultimately kept her safe then. It's triggered when she feels threatened or is fighting her way through extreme anguish, her brain telling her only this: if you don't give into the pain, don't try to hide, don't let her attention fall away, and never sleep, she will never die.
When she feels so threatened that she crushes every feeling but her rage, her words are razor-sharp and unforgiving. She is cold like steel and lethal like your average rabid lion, even shaming Tigerstar's crualness.

Positive

- When you're around Swansong, it's never dull. She's always doing something crazy or acting up, and if she isn't she's awkward and shy. You can always get a laugh in whenever you're around her.
- Swansong is a good listener, most of the time. She can put herself in other's shoes, can see things through other's eyes, even through it's eyes. After all, it wasn't really it's fault that death and destruction seemed fun to it...
-The poor she-cat means well. It's not like she wants to go around being totally unpredictable. All Swansong ever wanted was friends and family, and now look what happened...
-She defends her friends and family, who she sees as perfect, rare treasures that she is privelaged to have, with a fierce, undying loyalty. You can rest assured that all your secrets are safe with her, if you're in good terms with Swansong.

Negative

-Swansong is totally unpredictable. When she wakes up in the morning or goes out hunting, you don't know if she'll come back normal, depressed, or angry. That's why it's so hard to be her friend- you're only the friend of one of her personalities, not all three!
-She can be really annoying when she's in her original personality, even more so when she's mopey over every little thing, and uber scary when she's mad. Typically the kind of cat who can get on your nerves without even trying. What she needs is a patient friend who can handle all of her.
-Speaking of friends, she doesn't seem to have many. Multiple personality isn't exactly a trait others put on their list of "Things I Want In A Friend."
-She is RiverClan born, yet resides in WindClan. This is a bad thing in the eyes of most cats.

Likes and Dislikes

*These are according to the color code of:
Pink= Original
Purple= Sad
Dark Purple= Angry

Likes

* Swansong likes being surrounded by her small group of friends. She'd do anything to have Lilystorm around all the time as well, but knows it's not possible any more.
* She wants to be happy more than anything. Just to be able to go around without a care in the world.
* Her favorite food is fish, but it's hard to get for WindClanners. However, it's one of the things she remembers about being a part of RiverClan the most, other than her mother and sister.
* Swansong loves her sister, Lilystorm, even if she can rarely see her and their loyalties lie seperated. When they were apprentices, she always looked out for Lilystorm, who always seemed to be acting on impulse without thinking of the consequences.

* Being left alone is a wonderful thing to Swansong. To mope in peace without the questioning stares of others is all she wants.
* Silence. Silence, in Swansong's opinion, is golden.
* She still likes fish, but feels she doesn't deserve it and will refuse to eat it when she's depressed. Instead, she will preferably pick out an old, stringy rabbit that has been in the freshkill pile for a while.

* Other cats listening to whatever she says. After all, dont' they know that if they don't they will have to face the consequenses?
* Any fresh, warm food is tasty, so long as she can have whatever she wants when she wants it.
* When she's duranged like this, Swansong looks for any chance to fight off rival Clans and any WindClanner who is suspected of having 'other loyalties.' Sometimes she fights with herself...
* She loves to see strong will in the eyes of others. She gathers a bunch of 'followers' around and plots attacks against other cats. Alas, she still is adoring being the center of attention.


Dislikes

* Swansong doesn't like it when cats don't pay attention to her and ignore or are mean to her. She needs her social status up, for that is how she gets through the day.
* It's a tragic thing when she gets the casual rabbit. She doesn't exactly hate them, but she prefers her first Clan's specialty.
* She hates it when cats of the same Clan are mean to each other. Why can't the world be fair, equal, and thankful for what they have instead of upset for what they don't have?
* Swansong wishes that her Clanmates could understand her situation. It's not like they know what it was like... There were only two other cats that were still living that knew what she went through, and they became rouges...

* The black-and-white she-cat hates it when people try to cheer her up when she's depressed. She just wants to curl up in fetal position and die, not get stupid prep talks!
*She doesn't like it when


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History.

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Story

HISTORY PARAGRAPH

Birth

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Dreams

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Other.

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Picture

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Codeword

MANDATORY

Author's note

OH MIGAWD, my mom's really annoying! I got to go. I'll finish later! Bie! ♥

Ugh, I'm sorry if this is really crappy, lol. I've got a severe case of writer's block. @_@ I know what I want to say, I just can't put it into words. It's very stupid-making. *dies*

Ok, I know I need to finish this, but I really am having trouble making up the positive and negative traits likes and dislikes- I mean, really, it depends on who she is But anyway, I am trying and that's what matters.

EDIT:: Sometimes, when she's feeling like being crazy, she'll start yelling "Bow down! Bow down! Bow down before the power of SANTA! Oooor be crushed! Be crushed! Be crushed by his jolly boots of DOOM!!"
Ok, not really; the Clan cats don't know who Santa is. >.> Or what boots are... <.<;;

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