Post by shadowheart on Jun 8, 2009 0:22:39 GMT -5
Anarchy is special. She needs a special first person super awesome bio to match her awesomeness. Bite me. xD
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I call myself Anarchy
I used to be called Sparrowpaw
But no one would recognize me now
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I am a female
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I have lived for 12 long moons
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ShadowClan has deceived me
No longer do I reside with them
They call me a loner, an exile...
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I used to be pretty, when I lived with ShadowClan. Toms wanted me. She-cats wanted to be me. With soft calico fur and the cutest blue eyes, who couldn't help but give a second glance?
But time has passed since those days. Although I am still young - barely a year old - my once soft paws are hardened from traveling; scars coat my ragged pelt. I don't feel that my pelt is ever clean; there always seems to be a tear in it or mud... My once beautiful blue eyes are now hungry, searching for something more out of this thing cats call a life.
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I once was happy, perhaps one of the happiest cats in the whole forest. I was confident and playful and actually quite popular and flirty... But once again I must say that time has passed. After being sent into exile, I wasn't even sure who the true me was. I missed being loved, but I knew there was no turning back. Here as a loner, I don't have any form of self-expression since I'm always alone ... So wouldn't that make me without a personality? I suppose that I'm quiet and fearful ... But I'd never see a kit suffer from any clan. I couldn't bear to watch that. I've been through enough suffering, so I could be described as empathetic.
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Let's compare scars my friend, I'll tell you whose is worse. No cat knows my whole story, much less understands it. You probably won't either, but you seem curious.
Born to ShadowClan, I knew I'd do something special... But I had no idea it'd be something like this. Both my sister, Hazelash, and I had not a clue about our parents. We don't remember what happened when we were born or why we are orphans. I know ShadowClan was hiding the answers from me... Although I may never find out what exactly they are hiding. Growing up without parents tore me up inside. I had no idea what had happened to them or what they were like. All the other kits had happy little families. But I only had my sister... And Hazelash isn't the best company. Even as a kit, she was grouchy, mean, and ambitous... And honestly I think she is jealous of me.
Because everyone seemed to like me in ShadowClan. I was cute, happy, and fun. Hazelash wasn't. I had so many friends and life was great, even without parents. But now I know that life can't just be perfect like that. Something always goes wrong. At six moons I began thinking ... Thinking really hard. I guess I had too much time on my paws...
It began as a secret belief and then it grew and grew. I would not follow the leader's rules, the leaders only made things worse. The whole of ShadowClan was hiding something from me - something I had to find out. ShadowClan brought battles to the forest... I decided I would not fight or do battle training anymore. So I simply refused. I didn't do what anyone said. I didn't have to. They weren't my boss! My mentor was furious, and so was the leader of ShadowClan. But my friends still loved me... Maybe even more after my rebellion.
... But soon I was sent into exile. I didn't know what I'd done wrong at that time. I had just spoken my mind. I'd defied my leader like he'd defied me knowledge of my parents. I had tried in my own way to put an end a battle... Cats should have these rights, shouldn't they?
I set off with my tail held high, my shoulders straight - although soon I faltered. I was only 7 moons old! I didn't want to leave my friends behind. I couldn't survive alone!!
Evidently, I did survive since I am sitting here now - telling you my story. The next moons of my life were hard, and I really am shocked to say that I survived. Many times I am and have been attacked, hungry, or hurt. I don't know what to do. I feel lonely and scared. I don't really think I want to live if I'm alone.
Today I still have problems. Often times I am tired. My pelt is ragged and my flesh is torn. My pads are cut open, leaving a trail of blood behind. I haven't talked to a cat once for 5 moons ... Sometimes I talk to myself, trees, or even twolegs. My voice sounds strange. Kittypets are too scared of me. I'm not allowed in clan territory. And other loners just prefer to be alone... I'm really not suited for this life.
But even now, I know right from wrong. The clan-cats may not but I do. Everyday I wake up and my survival isn't guaranteed. The clan cats could never live like that.
But my name is Anarchy
No one would recognize me as the
cute ShadowClan Sparrowpaw anymore
Thanks for listening to my story.
It's time you ran back to your family.
Please, remember me, at least before you fall asleep...
Pray to StarClan for my welfare.
While you are happy with your friends and family,
remember the life you could be living.
Remember me.
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