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Username: 0Zero0
Cat Name: Wolf
Gender: She/Her
Rank: Kitten >> Apprentice >> ???
Clan: Crater's Abyss
Age: 1+


You will be Okay - VivziePop
Forgiven - Reliant K
When I go Down - Reliant K
More then Useless - Reliant K


✔ Playing Pranks
✔ Destroying things
✔ A good Pun Played at the right moment
✔ music


✘ Others Judging her
✘ Pompous jerks
✘ Being alone
✘ Snow

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⭒ Who else could see the stars better then the sky itself. As the moon tilts itself over the brilliant shades of grey and the heart of the sun fades behind flakes of burnishing white. A flurry of the demonic rain takes hold on a winter's night. The cold season of the realm is the longest season. keeping the hearts from the many that step solely upon the ground, unable to escape the bite of the limbs by soaring far above. One such being that takes this form is one of the stars. Her soul bound to the ethereal realm only able to walk the beyond on days of the eclipse, or days when the earthly moon cannot see her. Such a day due to the weather was one of them, though not an easy one to traverse.

⭒ The Mollie's coat thick and tough protected her from most storms, but there was something else hidden amongst the pelt that made them invulnerable to the cold. It wasn't really something that needed to be explained really, or perhaps explanation was beyond it's comprehension. It was an ability beyond that of a mortal being. It wrapped around her in a way no other thing really did. It danced among the snow flakes, laughed and taunted the air as she passed it by. No it wasn't anything alive, it was a sort of extension of herself, not actually visible, but more felt in the very souls of those who she chose to share it with.

⭒ One soul in particular was not in the mood to deal with any of anything. A fiery sort, something that could be felt from the depths of the earth. Anger dwelled in this being like the pits of destiny. It's tiny frail body had been been enveloped in rage from the moment it set paws on the earth, the moment it connected with reality, and most likely to the moment they pass on to another realm. Black stringy fur, thin and eyes that begged for attention.

⭒ As a large hiss escaped the lips of the kitten, it's skin curled and cracked. It was drying in this weather, so there was no time to stay in such a storm. With limits like these, a large fluffy tail certainly would have come in handy. She smiled at the thought, to be born with a tail. Instead, she let the warmth of her being, encapsulate the small child, and hoped it would be enough till the two of them could skip among the stars as they travel the belts home. She could never let a crying kitten alone in such a state. But to bring them to the immortal realms would be a situation she would have to explain. Perhaps the stars she steps on along the way will help her decide the future path for the baby.

⭒ The stars had made many whispers as they traveled along, singing songs and praises of the paws that flowed beneath her. The ball of black fur had been clenched beneath her maw tightly never to be dropped into the abyss. The warmth of the empty sky, and the hearts of constellations watching over them as they passed between the many realms. The cold snow was left far behind them, and a new world welcomed the young one with open paws.



⭒ As they fell like a shooting star towards the ground, more snow welcomed them. A new kind of storm enveloped the air. The crystals were screaming with harsh pains, and the world was so white it was blinding. This didn't seem to affect the star laden molly. Her soft violet pelt seemed to protect them from the evils that tried to approach. As if the storm was alive, and afraid of her, it seemed to flow away as each paw walked onward. She eventually walked into a dip of a valley, what seemed to be an inverted mountain littered with all kinds of structures, plants, and other felines. The snow thinned the deeper they went in, as it seemed some of the cats were keeping the weather out somehow.

⭒ Constellation, the name of the molly, had finally set the young black kit down inside one of the structures. A warm hovel of sorts with strong herbel smells. It was intoxicating the amount of overwhelming scents arose at once. The space hardly welcoming, and the poor child wouldn't be able to sense anything else. A voice over came the intoxication.

⭒ raspy, and seeming of deep age. The echo a crossed the walls could not be identified by any gender. As if the creature had been living in smoke, the words ran over rivets and dips to be heard. "My dearest, bring the child closer, they cannot walk on there own just yet."

⭒ As a force of reckoning, Constellation scooped the little one up and brought it deeper into the depths. Stench of cleaner filled the nostrils, chemicals made the world swirl. It was like a drying burning sensation over the body. "Yes they will need my assistance. Allow me to heal them." It was such an unsettling voice that the kit squirmed to get away, despite in truth the good that it would do to stay.

"I leave Wolf in your care."

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Wolf. Wolf was the name dubbed to the child. From the frost tipped pelt to the pale complexion, the small beast was a terror to be dealt with. Over the years the child grew, her coat seemingly possessing her in the pale moonlight. Her eyes glowed and glimmered in the dark as a haunting reminder to prey, and the rustle of the leaves warned others to keep at bay. The ground beneath the paws would rumble and shake despite her weight, keeping her unfed and hungry on many days. Though the rules were always the same. Kill for yourself, and you will grow stronger then the rest.

The young apprentice was not fond of the elder folk. She felt they were all on a pedestal, all believing she was a mold for them to imprint their ideals. She would fight this. Make her own path for herself. Become the best there was without the help of anyone. Day in and day out she would train while other kits played, but during proper training hours, she was no where near the proper training grounds.

"Gotcha."

A creature squirmed beneath the child's paws, desperate to escape, eyes full of terror, but only to meet eyes full of mischief. With quick movement the kitten pulled the lizard away from the ground to her maw, but not to kill the creature. In swift pounces Wolf had brought the wriggling thing to a knoll where many elders lie. Seemingly unaware of her presence, the scarred cats wouldn't even bat an eye when a bolt of green and yellow swished beneath the brush. Its tiny legs that once were struggling had launched the lizard out into a field of relaxing felines. Following this was a black and white furry of rage.

Yelling and screaming Wolf made a large yelp of surprise to the elders as sounds of rattling increased from the grass. "A snake! a venomous snake!" Eyes filled with panic she pulled of fear quite well, the curves of the wrinkles on her face pulling all the elders into a great fret. But it soon chilled as they turned there focus to Wolf. "Aren't you guys listening! Danger! Save me!" This wasn't the first time she tried to use a rattling lizard on them to try and cause panic, and her mother was there to ensure it was a false alarm.

"Crying Wolf I see." The tone was familiar. The gaze was of pure distain. Constellation wasn't happy with her child.

WOLF. Wolf. That was her name. "So what I am one after all." As a grin slid onto the kittens face the creature ran away from the scene, without chase. There was no sense into going after the child. It was better to give her the space.

And space she got. Wolf had found herself trailing along apart of the territory that seemed desolate. Empty purple skys and and a deep canyon below. It is said that angels walk on the peek of this crevace. Peek, not bottom. It made no sense really. Wolf would often scoff at the idea of it. If angels existed, then what about her leg. What about her life? why was she sent here to suffer. At least she could suffer with some friends, and those rascals were running to her at that moment.

"Hey pip-squeak." Two bigger felines approached. Tenebre, a long furred non-binary black barred ticked tabby, and their friend Sleek, a shorthaired male black broken mackerel mink were much larger then the small black lykoi. Despite this, she didn't cower before them, and instead launched with great force. A tussle began between the three. Claws teeth and fur went flying, and it almost appeared unfriendly. But it was but a simple kitten ball of entertainment for the three friends.

For a moment, because of the way the elders treated her, she thought about leaving, then, the idea of leaving behind the two numbskulls pained her more. They needed her. Even though they were bigger, stronger, and more skilled on the field. She kept the three balanced. That is... till a very unfortunate day at that very same cliff-side.

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"Congratulations Sleek, I am proud to give you the rank of Scout, and consider you a full fledged adult." The crowd of cats meowed in applause. "Congratulations Tenebre, you will be a fine Warrior, protect this clan with your full heart now that you also are an adult of our clan."

Both of them up there, proud. Tall. and she was still down there. Waiting. Knowing that the stars will never let her be considered an adult of the clan. She will always be considered crippled. Unable to hunt, fight, or help her fellow kin. Mother would never let that happen. After all, she was up there congratulating the two friends she held near and dear. The two felines who were her age. Yet they were adults. And she was still a child.

This anger filled her, filled her bones enough to make her run. Go. Go to the end of the clan's camp edge, beyond that to the canyon, to the cliffs they used to play. Her heart was full of hate, rage, and jealousy. All the times of being told she would never amount to anything flooded her mind. She was supposed to be happy, but she knew the truth.

"Hey."

Sleek had come to check up on her, and when she snapped out of it to see him, the sun was setting. The world was spinning, and her heart was thumping loudly. Sleek seemed so calm though, so steady on his feet. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" The short furred Tom purred softly in an attempt to help calm her, but she seemed to not relent.

A hiss escaped her lips, she was mad not only at herself, not only at her kin, but at him for ignoring her for all these moons. "You fool! You never take a hint do you!" Yes, this was what she needed, a punching bag. "Just take one for once. You bigot." This caused Sleek confusion, but she didn't stop, but instead stomped closer to the newly appointed scout. "You just ignore me cause you believe the others. You've abandoned me, you don't believe in me. I hate you."

Shock hit him hard. "Wolf, I only mean well, If I..." The wind blew so hard it was as if his words flew into the canyon. Instead, he tried to get close to her. Tried to purr louder, tried to comfort her.

"I hate you I hate you I..." Tears ran down her face. She went to push him away but couldn't. He held onto her. "I..."

"it's okay."

She knew better though, he was lying to get her to stop. While it was working, he had treated her with such distain as they grew. Ever since she showed any interest in Tenebre, he started to push her away. So why was he here now?

"Tenebre!" He pulled away. "I didn't think you actually would... I mean I..." His face was red. Wait. Were they meeting in private. First he takes her pride, her skill, and now her love interest.

"Yeah. I wanted to be honest with you." Tenebre always seemed so straight forward. Confidence filled their steps, but glances towards Wolf seemed concerning. "I..." They stopped in discomfort and proceeded to stare at Wolf.

With this, Sleek looked to Wolf as well. "Can you give us a mome-"

Rage was still within her, she was not going to give away everything. She was up for a fight. Tackling Sleek she bit him on the side. "What are you doing!" Sleek proceeded to fight back. kicking legs tossed them back and forth. She mostly wanted to make a point that she could fight too. That she didn't need to be treated like a damsel. That the only reason she wasn't up on that pedestal was her mother didn't believe in her. That no one believed in her. The fight went to far.

She never meant for it to happen. Just a normal tussle. A fight to prove her strength, nothing more. To show off to Tenebre. Not for Sleek to fall. He did fall, deep into the canyon. She even tried to save him. Tenebre screamed in horror. Wolf also screamed.

"MURDER." This hurt her so much. But she knew it to be true in her heart. She had killed Sleek. She should run. She should become a rouge and survive on her own. Yet... she couldn't. She was frozen in deep fear. She surely hoped there was angels down there, cause she didn't want to be banished. Despite everything she wasn't going to leave. Despite it all. She couldn't. So no, for Tenebre's sake, for her sake. She must take her punishment.