Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2015 18:40:14 GMT
 diamond can't be everything right, can't be everything right, does it make me braver if i shout it out? general info
APPEARANCE
Diamond is almost a mirror of her grandmother, Maddie, in her youth. She’s thick boned and has a bit of extra weight from living in tunnels with an abundance of prey hiding there during the winter; she certainly hasn’t suffered one bit from the cold in the past year, and even less now that green-leaf is on the way. Her ginger fur has dark stripes and her eyes are just the slightest bit droopy and are a bright amber. She has a thick tail and nice triangular ears. She always seems to have a slightly sad or confused look on her face, but if you know her a bit longer than five minutes you’ll figure out that she’s rarely either of those things.  personality
For a normal clan cat, it might seem rather harmless to say that Diamond’s youth was cut short at a mere six moons. Six moons is the age of an apprenticeship, after all, and cats are trained from that age to become valuable warriors for a clan. But for Diamond and her two sisters, six moons was not nearly enough time to grow up and develop into the cats they were supposed to become. Not only that, but Diamond and sweetie watched as their father and sister were attacked and killed by violent rogues; and to top it all off, she left her sister behind in the sunset plains’ tunnels, spurred on by the urge of companionship and the familial warmth of a family group. First and foremost, Diamond is especially brazen for a cat who hid in the tunnels for a period of time, and definitely to a fault. She’s not afraid to step over lines (whether mental or scent lines), and she’s not afraid to speak her mind or step into the limelight to voice her own ideas and opposition. She has little shame and is hardly timid, and she marches to the beat of her own drummer. Lectures and reprimands will do little for her, and if she especially dislikes a certain cat they might even have the reverse effect on her! because of her sister’s death to the paws of a rogue cat, her heart has hardened just a little bit and she can definitely be feisty and reckless. But this brazen nature only extends to cats she doesn’t know or her enemies. To those she’s managed to get closer to and has become friendly towards, her true nature comes out; rather, she reverts to a six moon old apprentice in an adult cat’s fur. She’s quite the chatterer, and is always meowing something or just begging for attention in general - that’s what happens when you’ve lived in tunnels with your quiet, timid sister for who knows how long after being raised in a family group of at least a dozen or more cats at a time. Even if you think she’s annoying, even if you snap at her to go away, she can be rather ignorant unless you straight up tell her she’s annoying. When it comes to clamoring and talking, she can easily mess up and say things loudly at the most opportune times, like when hunting a mouse or sneaking around on other territories. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought her back - or so the story goes. Diamond is extremely curious, and it shows. She’s always scenting things and sneaking around to figure out more. She has a habit of stumbling into dangerous situations and often stumbles out of them without learning from her mistakes. She’s playful and silly, and loves wrestling with her friends and learning from them, as long as it doesn’t require a long boring story. She’s had enough of those for an entire lifetime. For a cat who was never trained in battle, she’s quite a good fighter.
HISTORY She had heard the story thousands of times, and the only reason she didn’t think it was a total lie was because the story had never changed. Even despite that, Diamond found herself doubting the stories sometimes, but whenever she opened her mouth to protest, Marigold flicked her golden tail over her mouth and told her with a fierce glare to hush. Of course, Precious and Sweetie were all too enthralled by the story, so she was forced to sit and listen while rolling her eyes a grand total of one million times (or so it felt like). The story always started the same, like a faerie tale. Once upon a time, there was a molly named Maddie. Ridiculous, right? Diamond would roll her eyes every time her sister, Precious, leaned forward with moonlight in her eyes and a gasp thick in her throat - just like every other time. It all seemed incredibly scripted, but without fail she would proclaim that’s you! with a giggle and a flick of her red tail. She wished her sister would stop talking or that she could just walk away, but as she rose to her paws Morris would always shoot her a glare and gesture for her to stay. And so she did, ears flat with annoyance as your grandmother continued her story as if Diamond hadn’t done a thing. Apparently, if the stories were to be believed, Maddie didn’t live with her mother and father and siblings grandparents like Diamond and Precious and Sweetie did. She lived in a thing called a House, with these things called Humans, who slept in things called Beds. Not only that, but the Humans fed Maddie things called Pellets, and a wet thing that came in a Can called Tuna. With the stars in her eyes, Maddie relayed her days as a cat who owned these Humans - they fed her Pellets and Tuna several times a day, and there was no need to hunt for prey or even go outside their House. There were several Humans who lived in this House, and they all slept in their own Beds. Maddie, with a grin and a twinkle in her eyes, relayed how the youngest Human was her favorite. She didn’t know many human words, and her memory failed her more every day, but she did know that the Human kit was called Precious - and every time, Precious would let out a little gasp, starlight in her eyes. Diamond rolled her eyes every time her sister did this, but her sister didn’t matter. That’s me! She cried, and Marigold stepped in to say that she was so fond of the tale that she had named her children after words the Humans used. Anyway, one day, Maddie woke up to see that her Humans had gone, and a new one had arrived. They were older than Precious, but not by much; they spent their days sitting on a weird shaped Bed and staring at a black box with colors on it, and a smaller box that they held (for Humans, so the tale went, could hold things with their paws) that also had many colors on it. This Human was careless, and Maddie was curious; and so, one day, when the new Human had left the door open, she escaped into a world of white. Snow! Sweetie would chime in, springing to her paws and swiping the air with an unsheathed claw. The trio had seen snow as kits, and none were too pleased with it. With a glare from Marigold, their grandmother continued the tale. She was lost. She was cold. She had never been outside before - and the melt from the snow made her never want to go outside again. She wandered and wandered, calling out for her Humans - wandering far into the forest behind the Human Home. There, she met a wonderful tom named Squirrel. She fixed the trio of kits with a sad glance, and whispered that they would’ve loved him if they ever met him. Squirrel, much like Marigold and her kits, had never lived with Humans. He had heard of them, and when he first met Maddie he had curled his lip in disgust. “Upwalkers!” He sneered - for that was the word he knew Humans as - but, when he saw how skinny and pitiful she looked, he took her into his home. His Home wasn’t called a House, but a Den - a word that made Precious squeak and flick her ears with joy; that was what they lived in! Slowly, the pair fell in love, and in that warm den they grew used to one another. It wasn’t long before the snows of Winter fell away to the warmth of Spring, and in this Spring time, Squirrel taught Maddie all about the world; how the birds sang in the trees, how they drank water from pools or the snowmelt, and how to hunt prey. Eventually, Maddie became heavy and pregnant with kits; Diamond’s aunt and uncles nodded as she named them in her story. Cherry. Fire. Warmth. Marigold. Maddie’s eyes got a dreamy look in them as she continued. They weren’t to stay long in the woods, and even though Squirrel had given her the chance to go back to her Human Home, Maddie no longer wanted to. Her House was Squirrel’s heart, and their kits had to have a mother. And so the ginger tom led them through the lands, settling in places he had settled in before and showing his kits and his beautiful mate the joys of the wild. Fire became a natural hunter, and Warmth became a storyteller like her mother. Cherry fell in love with another she-cat named Heart, who joined their group; and Marigold likewise fell in love with a tom named Morris, who was an ex kittypet. Cherry, without fail, twined her tail with her mate as the story continued, and Marigold mirrored her. Even though they were a family group, they allowed other cats to settle and travel with them - Diamond and her siblings had seen dozens of cats come and go by the time they had reached twelve moons old (for Squirrel had taught them to count the time by the moons). Heart had been a loner, much like Squirrel, and Morris had been a house cat like Maddie; he had been left in the woods by his Humans, and survived off the food other Humans gave him until he found their family. The following winter was a harsh one. Marigold became pregnant with Morris’s kits, but they were all stillborn. It was heartbreaking, but in the end they made it through, and once again Marigold became pregnant. And that, with a loving blink at her grandchildren, was how Diamond and her siblings came to be. Of course, every time Maddie finished the story, Fire would go off and catch a squirrel and she would settle down for a nap - and then Cherry would come over, and Diamond would strain her ears to listen to her aunt speak. Cherry’s stories weren’t like Maddie’s - instead of mice and moonlight, they were all warnings and fierce lessons that Marigold disapproved of more often than not. Cherry and Diamond had grown close, and she lapped up every word her aunt said. Maddie, she said with a sad smile, was right about her story - but just because her Humans had been nice didn’t mean they were all that way. There was a reason Squirrel wasn’t around these days; because of Maddie, he had grown curious and approached an ‘upwalker’, his tail waving for food during the harsh winter months. Well, the Humans had taken him and locked him in their Home, and when Cherry and her siblings went to rescue him, they found that they had taken his claws, something that made Diamond gasp every time and dig her claws into the ground. They had told Maddie that he was happily settled into his new Human Home, but it couldn’t have been farther than the truth. They couldn’t do anything about it, though, and they knew if they told Maddie, she would’ve gone to the end of the earth to save her mate. Humans were dangerous, she finished, and Precious would flick her ears back and bite back a protest as she buried her head into Marigold’s chest fur. As far as Diamond was concerned, Humans were no good. Luckily, Morris continued with a purr, they had moved far enough away from these creatures that he doubted his children would ever see one in their lives. Which was a shame - Diamond would’ve really loved to dig her claws into a Human’s throat and show them what was what for hurting her grandfather like that. Diamond grew up the fiercest of her siblings, the one that rolled her eyes while Precious quivered with fear. Sweetie was the calm between the two, trying to mediate between them and calm their fears. They had grown up around the clans and learned quickly of their traditions; during their fourteenth moon, they had heard word of trouble in the clans. Diamond, led by Morris and followed by her two sisters, went to check out what was happening and to see if they could be of any help. They didn’t know that a war was unfurling beneath their paws and that the clans were dissolving before their very eyes; the only evidence that something was up happened way too late. Precious had grown into a dainty sweetheart of a cat, whose paws barely made a sound as she walked. Her tail was always held high and she had the softest tones - which made her an easy target for violent rogues and clan cats turned rogues. Turned around in the basin territory, Morris and his children sought out a place to shelter, but ended up running into a violent rogue who immediately set himself after Precious, claws unsheathed. He was the last thing Morris saw as he threw himself in front of Precious. Diamond and Sweetie could only watch in horror as the cat tore out their father’s throat, and then set himself on Precious. The second death spurred the two children into action, and she shoved Sweetie with her nose as they bolted away, their dead family haunting their minds. They wanted to get out, out, out, back to Marigold and Maddie and Cherry and Heart and everyone they knew - but luck would not befit them. Or did it? While the pair were running away, they stumbled and fell as the ground caved beneath their feet. Diamond slammed down on top of her sister and the pair stumbled to their paws as they blinked to clear dust from their surroundings; tunnels. They didn’t know where they were, but as they wandered deeper and deeper, curiosity flavoring their walk, they realized that they could live in here. Prey settled in these tunnels, even as the frost began to close in around them, and moons in the tunnels made them adjust to the night-time and grow fat even during the winter months. Only poking their heads out during nights when the moon was visible, one night Diamond poked her head out and saw the blood moon. Sweetie was absolutely terrified, unable to move - Diamond, on the other hand, was curious and eager to learn more. Cats wandered by on occasion, whispering of clans forming in the north - and slowly Diamond learned what happened, far too late to intervene. The clans had collapsed, and now that they were reforming, Diamond wanted to join another group; no doubt their family had moved on without them. Sweetie refused to leave with her, and so Diamond left her to live in the tunnels as she made her way towards the new clans. THREAD TRACKER This section is not necessary, but is provided if a member wishes to keep track of the threads that this character participates in. | ooc info  ☆ NAME☆ wednesday ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS☆ n/a |