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Apollo

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Clan

MoonClan

Gender

Masculine

Rank

Warrior

Age

17 Moons

Name’s Meaning

I know it’s weird to have a history based on Estonian language and gods, but I wanted to name him Apollo because of his personality. Not only that, but his sister was Artemis, his darker side. In reality, Apollo and Artemis are two opposite sides constantly battling one another.

Goddess/God

Tharapita [Taara]

Second Language

Estonian

Personality

He’s very loyal towards his friends, and clan. He’s warm-hearted to all, and often helps people in need. Apollo, despite his name, is very caring and free. He is good in other ways, as pure as they come. Why did he join MoonClan then, if he is so pure? To make a difference. His goal in life is to make others happier than himself. He decided that MoonClan was a place to start. But that wasn’t the only thing influencing his choice… Dark forces work against him. His warm heart and kind personality can be cruelly taken away and replaced with something colder.

Appearance

His main pelt is the colour of fresh snow on a winters day. White and pure. However black tiger stripes cross over the white, making him look slightly like a snow tiger. One eye he has is a beautiful blue, and the other is a dark amber. His structure is well built and quite strong. His claws make him look threatening, for they are very long. Around his neck is a silver chain and a silver music note. A pink, deep scratch covers his left eye and a bunch more wounds cover his pelt. [You’ll see where he got those from in history.]

History

“Tume… Tume. He bears the sign. Black against white. Tume, Tume… What does this mean?” The first voice I heard after being born, boar news about my…

“Laul, my love. May the spirits help us. He is… Neetud. Cursed. “

“Dear spirits! No! This cannot be… What will happen to us, Tume?”

“We will be banished and become huljatu… Outcasts. My love, but we will have eachother. Never forget that. This accursed child… will die accursed. The only thing we can do for him, is raise him.”

“Then, my dear son. I shall name you Apollo. Let us hope the Greek Gods will look after you, unlike Taara.”

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2 moons later…

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I am Riku, son of Tume and Laul.

I am cursed.

Since the day I was born to the Tribe of the Flaring Sun… I have been called “cursed.”

My Tribe cast out my mother and father to live as hujatu. I know that life in the woods isn’t as bad as the Tribe had said. Of course, since I’ve grown up here, I’ve gotten used to everything. But Tume says it’s the worst thing that happened to him. He says I should be punished every single day because I was simply born into the world.

You could think it’s unfair to live a life full of beatings and hateful comments. I barely notice anymore. I am cursed… I am hated everywhere. I do not care anymore of what others think of me.

“Tume… Tume…”

The mother of Apollo’s weak voice drifted from the opening in the abandoned monster. Quickly Apollo came to her, soothing her quietly and licking her silver head. Their eyes met, and both revealed a terrible sadness. “Where is Tume?” She asked quietly, her question ending in ragged coughing. “Hush, mother. He is off hunting.” Apollo’s heart broke from the lie he had just told her. But she was in enough pain as it is, and didn’t want to cause her even more. “My son…” His mother cooed softly. “My beautiful Apollo. Taara has blessed me with you.” Apollo smiled back at her, giving her such warmth only made for her. He leaned down and kissed her brow tenderly. “I love you.”

After letting her get some rest, Apollo leaped off the soft inside of the monster, his paws hitting the ground softly. He, Tume and his mother lived together in a junkyard after being exiled from the Tribe for giving birth to Apollo. He is currently four moons old, and his mother had gotten ill only two moons ago. The only refuge they could find for his mother to get well was a rusty monster. The thing gave Tume the creeps, but it seemed like home to Apollo.

The tiny kit stopped and sniffed the air, his nose wrinkling in disgust as he picked up his fathers scent. He leaped over several pieces of shiny stuff before finding Tume sitting atop a black circle thing. “Tume.” Apollo called to him gruffly. “Mother was calling for you. I said you were out hunting…” Tume turned his sharp yellow eyes onto his son, gazing at him in pure disgust and resentment. “Did you call me ‘father’ infront of her?” He asked with a low growl. Apollo swallowed hard and shook his head, his gaze not meeting his fathers. “Laul will suspect something if you do not call me ‘father’! You accursed son! I wish she had never given birth to you!” He whipped up, and threw himself on Apollo. “She wouldn’t be sick if not for you! We would be back in the Tribe if not for you! Apollo… Bah even the Greek Gods have abandoned you!” His claws unsheathed and in a flash he raked Apollo’s face. Blood spattered the shiny stuff and the dirt around them. The much larger tom tore away from the kit, to walk into the darkness of the junkyard. “Next time, if you don’t call me father, I’ll kill you and your mother.”

:[6 Moons]:

Since he was a tiny kitten, he had known how to hunt. Apollo was made to hunt for his mother and himself all the time. Whenever he brought in kill for his mother though, he’d claim Tume caught it. His life and her life were depending on him. Tume usually did nothing and was constantly asleep somewhere. Even while his mate and son starved, he grew fat with his freshkill. He barely came to see mother anymore… He said he would not pay affection to the mother of a cursed cat.

Boom! … Boom!

Lighting crackled through the sky above them, and thunder boomed overhead.

The Gods were angry.

“Apollo! Apollo!” Laul’s voice was screeching amongst the roaring of the rain and thunder. Through the blistering rain in the junkyard, the tired, weak Apollo stumbled with a rat in his jaws. He spotted the monster not far away, and picked up his pace. When he arrived, his mother lay under the monster, taking shelter. “Mother… I caught a rat…” The lighting flashed, revealing his mothers silver pelt stained in crimson. “Mother?” He immidietly dropped the rat and rushed to her side. Her sides heaved with the effort to breath, and a long wound lay from her chest down her belly. Guts spilled out over the ground. “Mother! Mom!” Tears streaked down his cheeks. “Mom!!” He collapsed on her side, sobbing into her once beautiful pelt. “You can’t be dead! You can’t!” He spotted a small silver chain around her neck with a silver music note hanging from it. A gift from the Tribe she had gotten before she was exiled. Her name, Laul, meant “song” in Estonian. Sniffling, he nosed the necklace off and put it on himself. A reminder of his mom. Next, he leaned down and stuck his paw inside her chest, feeling the gooeyness of the guts and other things. At last he tore out the heart and placed it beside him. He leaned down and ate the heart, salty tears was all he could taste. It was a Tribe custom to eat the heart of a family member or of one you love.

Apollo ripped through the Junkyard, screaming at the thunder in the clouds. “Tume! Get your cowardly behind here! It’s time we had a discu…” His father lay near his paws. Hoards of rats crowded around him, tearing at his flesh and picking his eyeballs. “No! No!” He roared. He hated his father, but it wasn’t right for him to die like this! Without looking back, he raced out of the Junkyard and into the forest.

:[16 Moons]:

He grew up alone after that… yet every cat he came close to pushed him away. They claimed he was cursed because of his appearance. One day he was passing by the Clans when he was reeled him towards MoonClan. It was like a dark voice was pushing him towards the Clan… He followed of course, curious about why this voice was taking him there.

When he arrived through the entrance of the main camp, cats crowded around him. They snarled and glared at him. “Stand back.” One of them with nasty yellow teeth growled. “Why are you here?” Apollo matched him evenly, a snide remark just bubbling up inside him. But before he could open his mouth, the weirdest thing happened. His heart grew heavy and he began sweating nervously. A powerful voice full of authority rang through the clearing. “Leave him be. He has come to join.” An extremely large calico she-cat pushed through the crowd. Her eerie liquid black gaze staring back at him. It was like he was watching all his nightmares come true in those eyes. “Welcome to MoonClan, Apollo.”

This is just the beginning of what is to come.

The God Taara plots against Apollo and MoonClan.

In the end, what will he choose?