Corpseheart

{ Name: } Swankit || Corpsekit || Corpsepaw || Corpseheart

Corpse: Because she was a runt, she naturally had a weaker appearance compared to all the other kittens in the nursery. With that in mind, she also seemed much paler than all the other cats and much more lethargic. Her father, multiple times, mistakened his daughter as dead for her misleading lack of enthusiasm and movement. Therefore, when he finally had enough, in a rage he renamed his daughter Corpsekit for her dead-like appearance.
Heart: Although her first name is a dark subject matter, 'heart' was meant for her kind nature rather than her flawed-like appearance. 'Corpseheart' doesn't really sound kind though...does it?

{ Age: } 21 moons || 1 year & 9 months

Birthday: January 1st

{ Gender: } Female
{ Breed: } British Longhair [50%] Snowshoe [30%] Maine Coon [20%]
{ Rank: } Warrior

{ Voice: } Very quite yet gentle. Calming, and soothing, but can be very stern and serious.

Voice Actor: Paige O'Hara - Belle from Beauty and the Beast

{ Eye Color: } Various shades of vivid ocean blue.
{ Fur Color: } Silver-gray with white markings as well as dark gray markings.
{ Fur Type: } Soft, plush, and smooth. She's very OCD about maintaining her fur well groomed.
{ Build: } Slender & long. She's well made when it comes to defense and endurance, but as for fighting...she barely gets by.
{ Size: } Slightly smaller than your average male cat.
{ Scent: } Unlike her name's suggestion, she actually smells quite nice with an aroma of fresh wild blackberries and blueberries. She likes berries c:
{ Scars: } A torn ear and scarred pelt.

Ear: She accidentally crossed StreamClan's border when she was an apprentice, and let's just say, she learned her lesson.
Pelt: Her mentor, during a training session, accidentally withdrew his claws and slashed her when she was asked to pounce on him.

{ Reserved } { Kind } { Quiet } { Odd } { Clumsy } { Oblivious } { Humble } { Easily Attatched } { Sensitive}

"Oh...I don't play many games...you guys have fun." || Reserved || Corpseheart is a rather reserved feline. Unlike many, she often likes to spend her afternoons and evening alone within her own thoughts. However, as she may be reserved, she's not shy. If she desired to be outgoing, she would be loud and playful! But...that's just not her, and she refuses to be anything other than herself. If you like her, you like her. If you don't...she'll call it a pity and walk away, unaffected, and probably never bother you again.

"You can have my rabbit. I wasn't that hungry anyways." || Kind || Her father and mother were never kind. Corpseheart though, is a whole different story. She's a kind, sweet, and caring gal once you get to know her. She always watches out for those younger than her, and she tends to keep the elders company, for who knows how much longer they have on the Earth. She's a sweet soul, kind hearted, and though she was raised from a rocky beginning- she had vowed to herself to help those around her not experience the same pains she had.

"..." || Quiet || She thinks a lot, but doesn't talk as much as one cat should. She believes it was because of her kittenhood...because after being named Corpsekit, who would want to talk? And who would want to talk to her? It's never been quite clear to others whether she had some learning disability, but she knows for a fact- she doesn't. Corpseheart just believes that you can learn without talking. She's observant, but if you happen to get engaged in a conversation with her, you must be pretty darn special.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you, I'm so sorry!" || Clumsy || She's not the sturdiest. When walking, Corpseheart has even tripped over her own tail. Though she gets many cuts and bruises from her clumsiness, she usually redeems herself by saying things like "I meant to do that" after falling into a babbling brook. In some ways, it helps her though. When hunting, she may slip, but in the long run- it brings her closer to her targeted prey. And even if it hears her, it's most likely to late for the small creature.

"Have you ever wondered what kittypets do for fun? I bet they roll around in rosemary...I love rosemary...." || Odd || Because of her kittenhood and lack of motivation to become social, Corpseheart refrained from normal conversations and events only to become...odd. Through her apprentice moons, she isolated herself. With not many friends to talk too, she became more nature-oriented. She likes to wander into the forest time after time, and she likes to study the natural weather. She often catches herself in day dreams, and though many call her "odd" she just likes to think of it as "imaginative".

"What...? It's raining...? I didn't even notice!" || Oblivious || She's a bit of a day dreamer, if you hadn't caught that already. Though she likes to observe things around her; if she's really focused upon something, she won't notice anything else besides the subject she's focused upon. If there was a lightning storm, and a bolt stroke a tree setting it ablaze, Corpseheart would probably be lying a few feet away- watching a colony of ants. She wouldn't notice the fire until it would be too late. Not only that, but she would probably want to protect the ants first- then herself.

"You...you think I'm cute...? Please, you're going to make me blush... o///o" || Humble || She doesn't consider herself good-looking. With a name like Corpseheart, who would? When she's complimented though, she tends to blush at the slightest things and never question it, or brag it. She's very humble in that sense. You tell her she's pretty, and she'll smile and blush, and probably take a few minutes to reply through her muffled giggles of disbelief.

"Please don't leave me...I'm afraid of being alone in the dark..." || Easily Attacthed || After making a friend or acquaintance, who she gets along with, she's afraid of parting for fear of them never talking to her again. It's an over reacting stage of anxiety for her, because she's had the same thing happen when she was a kitten and apprentice. Fellow littermates and nursery kittens would befriend her, but after realizing how odd she truly was...they would leave her, ditch her, and run away before Corpseheart could even notice what they were truly doing. Therefore, now Corpseheart becomes easily attactched to those who she thinks truly like her and care for her.

"She called me a freak...I'm not a freak...right? *sniff sniff*" || Sensitive || She's very emotional when it comes to other cats making fun of her. Well, yet again, isn't everyone? Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. Her mother had taught her this expression, but she never really applied it to her life. It wasn't true! If a fellow warrior gossiped about her and called her weird, and somehow she heard it, it'd be like a stab to the heart. She believes this trait had developed after her father had left her mother, but she's not exactly sure. Some people are just sensitive without a reason.

{ All you need to know }

As a kitten, she was born in a litter of 4. Though her sisters and brothers did not survive, she did. Her father, a proud tom by the name of Stoneheart, was gleefully happy that Duskshade's only kitten resembled a lot of him.
Duskshade was deeply affected by the death of her 3 other kittens. As they were all still borns, the reality only got worse and worse after seeing their lifeless bodies. She kept having reoccurring nightmares that set her into a deep state of depression. Therefore, Stoneheart had to take on most of the responsibility and care of their only child; besides the feeding.
The two felines named their daughter Swankit. With fur like the wing of a swan in the moon's silver rays, his hopes of his daughter becoming a beautiful and elegant young warrior seemed really high. That was...until she began to sleep more.
Swankit, unlike many of the other kittens in the nursery, seemed very slow moving and uninterested in what was happening. When all the other kittens were circled around, preparing themselves to play a game of moss-ball, Swankit would usually sit to the side, eyes closed, and almost...lifeless movement, despite the feint rise and fall of her flank.
The queens worried about her. Her own mother, Duskshade, barely batted a glance to the little runt. She was too depressed to care about her only, remaining child.
The queens suggested to Stoneheart that maybe one of them could adopt Swankit into their litter, for it was quite obvious Duskshade wasn't putting any effort into caring for the kitten, but, being a proud father, Stoneheart refused their many offers and stubbornly thought to himself 'I can take care of her myself.'
Moons had passed.
Yet, Swankit still seemed to mope around- sleeping all hours of the day. Stoneheart began to grow concerned, that maybe his daughter had some kind of...birth defect. Or maybe she was...maybe she was...dying. Many times throughout the day, Swankit would lay in the den, not moving. Stoneheart, called by the queens, would rush in, check her pulse, but every time- she would be seemingly fine! Breathing normally! Not only that, but every night, he would wake up at moonhigh- and check her pulse. She was alive...so why did she seem so...dead?
One night, a bunch of warriors and himself returned late from a gathering. Duskshade, who had mentally checked out, laid in the den with Swankit, the small kitten; paler than before, sprawled out, and unmoving.
As he walked into the den...his heart dropped. This has to be it... he thought, overwhelmed. She's dead...and I wasn't here for her...
"Duskshade!" He barked at the sleeping queen. She woke up slowly, blinking, and staring at him blankly. Before she could respond though, he ran into the den, waking up all the queens and their kittens with his thunderous pawsteps.
He bent his neck down, tears staining his cheek fur. Expecting to hear nothing...
...ba-bum...ba-bum...
She's...alive...? He quickly jerked his head up. All the queens glared at him angrily for disturbing their sleep. His ears flattened against his skull...and with an embarrassed rage, he yelled, "THAT'S IT! I've had it! Panicking over this...this...little sorry excuse of a kitten?! She doesn't deserve the name Swankit!"
Everyone's glaring gazes eased up into shock. Duskshade, pulling Swankit in near her tummy for the first time in ages, bristled her tail protectively. But Stoneheart wasn't done.
"She's about as lifeless as a corpse!" Pausing...he then shook his head...breathing in deeply. "Her new name is Corpsekit. I'm done with you, Duskshade, and I'm done with that...hollow corpse of a kitten."

= Acquaintance
= Uncertainty
= Friend
= Good Friend
= Family
= Crush
= Love
= Lust
= Greatly Dislike
/ = Despise

[ Name || Age || Clan || :bullet: ]

{StreamClan }

{ AirClan }

{ LightClan }

{ MountainClan }

{ Sexuality: } Straight
{ Preference: } She doesn't judge based off looks, but Corpseheart does have a thing for silver/pale blue eyes and dark fur. She likes a tom with a sweet attitude, nice out look on life, yet in reality- she really just doesn't know what she exactly wants. She can go many of different ways. A bad-boy...a nerd. She's very confused when it comes to love. Confused and naïve.
{ Current Attractions: } None

{ Recent Happenings: }
= Nothing / Minor Happenings
= Has been sexually active with
= Regretted

[ Name || Age || Clan || :bullet: ]

{ Looking for: }
✘ a lasting relationship.
✘ a short fling.
✔ doesn't really know.

{ Theme Song(s): } Jack's Lament/Tears to Shed

{ Art: }

{ Likes: }

- Winter
- The moon
- Having someone to talk too
- Telling secrets
- Hunting by herself
- Listening
- Nature

{ Dislikes: }

- Darkness
- Betrayal
- Saddness
- People judging her based upon her name
- Rudeness/bullies
- Intimidating senior warriors

{ Tigerstep - TBT } "Well it seems as if you were in the wrong," Tigerstep stated with a rather matter-of-fact tone. She could sense her motherly instincts slowly removing her harsh-like ways...but, if she were in the same position as the WindClan Queen, hell, she'd leave a lot more than a few facial scars. Gazing to her mate, she licked the side of his cheek affectionately. "You never touch a mother's kits," and with a humorous smirk, she purred ,"at least you wear the scars well."

Turning away to lay her head sideways to his flank, she then furrowed her gaze. This whole ordeal- it made her question his...well...parenting. When he would become a father, of course. What if a kitten got on his nerves? Surely he wouldn't...kill it? Harm it? Hurt it? She blinked her amber orange eyes. Why would I even dare to think like this..., she thought to herself silently.
Her fur was bristling, her petite muscles were eagerly tense...did she not feel safe around Tigersun? Anymore, at least? With a blank-eyed stare, she huffed a sigh and forced herself to close her eyes and relax.

Stop it.

{ Gretchen - WOT } It smells so clean in here...Gretchen thought to herself, as the smell of the doctor's chambers had an aroma of cleaning aids and sterile steel tools. She couldn't remember the last time she was in an aid facility. Then she remembered...it was her mother's death that had summoned her to a doctor's chamber.

Before she could even understand what was taking place, herbs were stuffed into her mouth without warning. Well, of course the man may've warned her, but she was no better than a deaf and blind person right now. All she could actually do was smell, and think. However, she chewed the igredients. She chewed them, forcefully commanding herself to swallow the vile herbs.

Huh. It actually had a nice t- and before she could even finish that thought, she sat up rapidly, and threw up into the bucket- her eyes jolting open as she coughed mutiple times afterwards. Her golden hair curled in locks to frame her sickened face as she continued to try and vomit all the herbs out of her system.

Once she was done, she continued to cough, only to roll onto her side on the flimsy bed- her shadowed blue eyes meeting the king's green gaze. She tried to think of something clever to say...perhaps humorous...but all the pirate could choke out was a ,"thank you." And, although it pained her to say those words, she had to face the reality- he did save her. But why?

"T-thank you...," she murmured again, turning her gaze away as she rolled onto her back.