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Name:Decayingcry.
Age:27 Moons.
Gender:She-cat.
Clan:GloomClan.
Rank:Deputy.
Description:Decayingcry's body is lithe, slim, you might say. Her hind-legs and forelegs stretching out far, farther then most. Her life of running carved her body to that shape. She can escape from most things, and is good at fighting seeing how she was a rogue when they found her as a kit. Her claws lethal and deadly, as they slowly crawl from their sheaths, you wouldn't want to be there when she strikes. Decayingcry's fangs are curved, sharp, and somewhat yellow. Ready to sink into anything at the neck like a viper. She has a weak spot, though. When she was a kit, her father had punished her for giving some of their prey to a wandering Loner. Leaving a gash on her left hind-leg, and with a permanent limp.
Eyes and Extra features:Decayingcry's eyes are two brilliant blue slits, she mostly keeps them that way.
Mate:None.
Personality:Decayingcry is mute. She barely talks, and when she does, it's barely audible. Mumbling, just strange words pushed together. Not really meaning anything at all. She's very protective of her privacy and her past. Decayingcry hardly even acknowledges any cats presence, flicking her tail or ears at times. Many try to get her to talk, but she's waiting for the right moment to speak up. She doesn't even know when that time is, just that it's coming. Quickly. Decayingcry sits back, sometimes, just watching and listening in the middle of the clearing. Thinking. Pondering what the others are saying. Most consider her strange, very strange. Though she does nothing but roll her eyes when they try to coax words from her mouth. Only when she has to will she speak, but it is simply a hoarse murmur tainted with rage.
Picture:None yet.
History:Decayingcry was found in GloomClan territory as a kit. She remembers her early kithood partly, but for her it would be too horrid and hard to explain. Seeing how she was traumatized by both sights she blocked it out, the explanation of her going to GloomClan was her father. She was born and raised into a StarClan-following family, though her father was of DevilClan. His roots were of GloomClan. When Decayingcry was of three moons, her father murdered her mother. Blood was spattered all over their den, and her mother had had several, slender gashes in her throat. A little way off of where they hunted, behind a rotting crabapple tree. Was her fathers body. Decayingcry spotted tiny red beads in his mouth, too. Deathberries. She often replays the night in her mind. As the moon rose into the sky, it clung there ominously. Looming over the small camp. Decay padded towards her parents den, hearing their loud growls and bellows of anger. They often fought, usually Decay was used to it, but tonight it was worse. She'd been hunting, over near the abandoned barn and even heard them from there. She stalked in worriedly, wearing a weary expression of her face. It was dark. Little light was shed in there, but a small pool of moonlight filtered in from the entrance. "Mom!" Decay cried, stumbling towards her mother. Blood was seeping from the wounds on her throat, dripping into a pool of crimson. She prodded her unmoving gray fur with a tiny paw, nothing. Her mothers bright blue eyes dulled and glossed-over, and fur matted with blood. Silver tears welled in Decay's eyes, as she pushed her nose into her mothers fur. Several long, moments later she felt like mourning no more. Every moment seemed to be painfully dragged by. Her every limb was now alive with rage, and her own brilliant blue eyes glittering fiercely. Decay stalked out of their den, setting each paw down softly. The scent of death filled her senses with vile, hatred and vengeance. Soon, she stumbled across her fathers scent. Behind the rotting crabapple tree? Decay though in wonder, stumbling towards it. The horrid scent of death slammed against her nose. Not dad too! She rushed towards him, the scent of Yew mixing with the others. Regret, hate, rage. Fury. Decay prodded her father gently, as she did to her mother. His chest did not move, nor twitch. She never knew why her father had gone crazy, nor did she even know he had.

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Re: Decayingcry
« Reply #1 on Dec 18, 2007, 4:53pm »

I have a question, if it's okay. How is it possible that she has been born and raised into a StarClan family? Aren't those felines who reside in those clans dead?

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Re: Decayingcry
« Reply #2 on Dec 18, 2007, 6:25pm »

(Oh...yeah. x3 Thanks for pointing that out, I meant into a StarClan-following family.)

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