Post by Nightmare Moon on Feb 18, 2013 20:43:26 GMT -5
Name:
Doublepaw / Doublemind
Position:
Medicine Cat Apprentice
Gender:
Male / Female
Age:
Seven moons
Clan:
FireClan
History:
Look at me in the apocalypse
My European guilt expecting instant fix
I imagine all the brutal services
Of ancient infidels
Of all the wounded and the crying witches
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It's true some days are dark and lonely,
And maybe you feel sad, but Sister will show you that it isn't that bad.
There's one thing that makes me happy, and makes my whole life worthwhile,
And that's when I talk to my friends and get them to smiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiile.
Our name is Doublepaw. We have two stories to tell. One is my story. And one is mine!
I'll start. I was born and raised as a rogue. My mother was a Tribe cat, and she died giving birth to me. I was raised by my father, whose parenting skills were... unorthodox. He didn't even give me a name. In short, I was born, I opened my eyes, and then I was trained to fight. All day my father would reinforce that violence was the only true virtue in this world, and that if I learned how to kill mercilessly I would survive. My father... he trapped kittypets, and tell me that they were best put out of their misery, that they were weak. So I killed them. The number of deaths at my claws are more than twenty, and I'm not proud of it.
Life went on like this for me until I was about six moons. And then my life changed. Twolegs realized what was happening to their companions, and took my father away and put him down. I remember thinking that it was ironic, that because he was strong he was killed. The twolegs took me in despite my violent nature, and their multiple kittypets taught me the way of peace. For six moons I lived there. I wasn't necessarily happy; the kittypets were much too happy, the twolegs fed me things that could only be described as tasting like dead tree bark. And they seemed to be planning something.
As it turned out, they were planning something. When I was about the age of one of your warriors they took me far away to a strange shrine, meeting with another twoleg Clan who also had a cat that was about a moon old, barely out of her mother. I found the whole thing rather suspicious, and for good reason. The twolegs placed me on an odd circle with red things that burned all around it, along with the kit. After authoritatively yelling out some words I had never heard before, they grabbed me by the throat and slit my neck.
I woke up later in a forest. It seemed close to where my father and I trained, but I had never seen a lake there before. I tried to get up, but I couldn't. Suddenly, I did. My mouth moved in a way I didn't want it to, and I realized that I was observing through another cats' eyes. When she decided to look in the lake, I realized that it was the black kit from before, except now she was gray. I assume that our colors mixed when I entered her body, as I was white with black paws and she was black with white paws. She started foolishly yelling for her twolegs, and before I could stop it, I was in control.
I told her to shut up, using her mouth. I can't explain to you the relief I felt at that point, that I wasn't just waiting for this kit to die so that I might be free again. When I told her what I had ascertained, she seemed... happy. Such behavior is foolish and weak in my eyes, and for a moment I wanted to slit her throat, but I knew that wouldn't help our situation. Plus, it was very much possible that we are still able to separate, whether I am a ghost or not. Anything to get away from this insufferable idiot.
As soon as I told her what was going on, some other cats appeared. I recognized their scent as FireClan cats, which my father would sometimes bring to me to kill. They treated me nicely at first, and I was confused until I realized that I was in the body of a kit. They took us back to their camp and I explained to the leader what had happened.
Four moons later, we were named "medicine cat." I suppose this is because of my extensive knowledge of herbs and her voices in her dreams. She calls them StarClan, but I'm not so sure. I'm nearly certain I've gone insane.
Stupidly enough, they decided either not to believe me or not to care. Or is this my punishment for killing so many cats? I don't know. The leader named us "Doublepaw," and we are now expected to live in FireClan until further notice. Hopefully someday I'll get away from her, the one who calls me "brother" and is so stupidly nice all the time.
The next part of the story is hers.
Oh, it's my turn? Okay!
I was born with two brothers and a sister. I didn't really know my mom; the housefolk was my mom, I guess, because they gave me milk and comfort. None of us had any names except for "kittens", which is what the housefolk called us when they wanted us all to come. They'd play games with us, like chasing a light, or pretending that a string was a bird and lunging for it. It was really fun! The food was real good, and I was really happy!
But then I had to leave my family behind. About a month--sorry, moon--ago, I was fed some weird food that made me sleepy, and they took me into the mountains.My family wore some weird white robes and another family wore black ones. I met another cat there, a white cat except for black paws, like me, except opposite. He was scarred all over, and I tried to make friends and play games with him, but he just kept muttering that "something was wrong" and that he "had to get out of there, now." About a week after we were taken there, I was fed the weird food again, but I didn't fall asleep this time. I was just sleepy. I watched as my family chanted a whole bunch of strange words and then slashed the white cats' throat. Suddenly, they placed me in the circle, and I was real afraid. I had a really bad headache all of a sudden, and then I fell asleep
When I woke up, I was in the forest, in front of a lake! My reflection looked like me, except it was all gray now. My family was nowhere to be found, and I started meowing for them when the dead cat spoke! It was weird, he was using my mouth and my voice, but his voice was also kind of everywhere. He told me that we were "sharing a body" now, and that we had to find shelter.
Suddenly, some other cats appeared! They treated me nice because I was young, but they acted weird towards brother. I stayed in FireClan for four months--sorry, moons--and they decided that I had a "deep connection with StarClan," so they decided to make me medicine cat! Sometimes I hear other things from cats who look likes stars, and brother's really good with herbs, so I think that together we might be really good! FireClan argued for a while about what to call us, and since I call the dead cat Brother, they decided to call me Sister! He calls me an "insufferable idiot," but I know he likes me. Well, that's my story!
Our name is Doublepaw. We have joined souls together in one body, and for now we live in FireClan.
Personality
Brother, as he goes by, is very sarcastic and looks down on every other cat, even to the leader. He is very knowledgeable about survival and life in general.
Sister is honest and true in everything she does, and loves every cat that ever has or will exist, especially the leader. She's kind of clueless about Clan life, though.
Together, they form a very conflicting cat. You never know who you start a conversation with when it comes to these two, though if you ask for one or the other they will respond. Occasionally Doublepaw will come together as seemingly one entity, and is very powerful and intelligent in this state. Some think that Doublepaw itself is a god in the combined state, as it is seemingly omniscient and nearly unbeatable in battle. However, Doublepaw is still a medicine cat apprentice; many fear what Doublepaw would be like as a warrior.
Appearance
Doublepaw is as gray as the stormy sky. Just looking at them makes you tired. Their eyes are purple, a combination of Brother's red eyes and Sister's blue. Doublepaw will grow up to have a smooth pelt and long legs, rather like Brother looked like before he died.