Post by cactus on Apr 1, 2019 1:04:44 GMT
JASPERFOOT of CAVERNCLAN
34 MOONS
WARRIOR
FEMALE
BISEXUAL
34 MOONS
WARRIOR
FEMALE
BISEXUAL
SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES
AND AS I SET FACE TO IT I'M UNSURE SHOULD I EMBRACE IT, SHOULD I RUN
A sleek, ginger tabby she-cat with a white snout and chest and green eyes.
[ power-hungry, cutthroat, brutal ]
[ determined, short-tempered, explosive ]
[ bitter, single-minded, focused ]
[ bitter, single-minded, focused ]
WHAT MOTIVATES ME--HATRED OR IS IT LOVE?
WHAT'S MORE WRONG, THAT I TOO WISH TO BE GREAT OR THAT MY MOTHER
WISHED SHE HAD A SON
A disappointment. That's what she's always been, isn't it? Maybe not to her mother, but it's not like she would know--Gingerleaf died when her kits were only three moons old, barely enough for them to remember. Instead, all Jasperfoot remembers is long nights in the nursery, watching her father play with her brother, teaching him battle moves before he was even apprenticed. Coalkit was the spitting image of Condorstrike--jet black, large and well-muscled, and always eager to join in their father's games. Jasperkit was eager too, but her presence always seemed to be something of a nuisance. Perhaps she reminded him too much of her mother, with her sleek copper coat and piercing green eyes. Or perhaps Condorstrike wanted her to be like her mother--softer, warmer, more docile. Perhaps she was just too small, too weak. After all, what did she know about the bond between father and son?
As time went on, it seemed that Jasperkit knew nothing at all.
MY NAME IS BRUTUS AND MY NAME MEANS HEAVY
SO WITH A HEAVY HEART I'LL GUIDE THIS DAGGER INTO THE HEART OF MY ENEMY
Her apprentice ceremony is supposed to be the happiest day of her short life, but Jasperpaw can feel nothing but fury at the way her father gazes at Coalpaw with unfettered pride. Condorstrike tells Coalpaw he has great expectations for him; for Jasperpaw, he simply nods and tells her she looks just like her mother. Gingerleaf, gentle and kind and sweet. I am not my mother, she thinks, but holds her tongue with the cool ferocity of a cat unfairly wronged. She is fierce, brutal, wild. Smokehaze is a good mentor, always pushing her to new heights, but Jasperpaw can't help but watch Condorstrike and Coalpaw with embittered rage as the tom joins in his son's training, bringing him on patrols and hunts, always showering her brother with undeserved praise. It's Jasperpaw that's trained harder than ever before, it's Jasperpaw that deserves the special attention, the late night talks, the great expectations. But Condorstrike never sees that in her; instead he only comments on her brash nature, how unfitting it is for his little daughter to act like that. What would your mother think? Sit quietly, help when asked, watch with demure grace. These are her father's expectations.
I am not my mother, she thinks, again and again and again. I am not my mother. I am something you have never seen, and never will again.
I TOO HAVE A DESTINY
THIS DEATH WILL BE ART
THE PEOPLE WILL SPEAK OF THIS DAY FROM NEAR AND AFAR
When Condorstrike dies in a cave-in, Jasperfoot sits vigil with Coalclaw, and watches her brother contort in grief with irritation. Her brother looks to her for support--so oblivious, so stupid. Coalclaw has never understood Jasperfoot's anger, only tried to buddy up to her like he hasn't always been the favored son. Like he doesn't have enough friends in CavernClan. Everyone loves Coalclaw, with his genial disposition, his warm nature, his powerful prowess. He was named for his strength; Jasperfoot for her quickness, another blow to her pride. After all, the only thing speed is good for is for running away. No one really likes Jasperfoot, which suits her just fine. She doesn't need anyone--she never has, and she never will. She learned a long time ago that the only cat you can rely on is yourself.
She looks at Coalclaw and the Clan, how they swarm around him with praise and love, just like their father did. How they avoid her; how they don't like her loud words or fiery temper, just like their father did. How they don't see that she is destined for greatness.
She'll show them. She'll show them all.
THIS EVENT WILL BE HISTORY
AND I'LL BE GREAT TOO
I DON'T WANT WHAT YOU HAVE, I WANNA BE YOU
Mother
Gingerleaf (deceased)
Father
Condorstrike (deceased)
Kin
Coalclaw (littermate)
Other
Smokehaze (mentor)
I ALWAYS KNEW I COULD BE THE ONE
THOUGH I FEEL THE ENDLESS PAIN OF BEING & AM SCORCHED BY THE SUN
OF HUMBLE ORIGINS AND BORN OF THE CURSED SEX
MY NAME IS BRUTUS BUT THE PEOPLE WILL CALL ME REX.
♕
A disappointment. That's what she's always been, isn't it? Maybe not to her mother, but it's not like she would know--Gingerleaf died when her kits were only three moons old, barely enough for them to remember. Instead, all Jasperfoot remembers is long nights in the nursery, watching her father play with her brother, teaching him battle moves before he was even apprenticed. Coalkit was the spitting image of Condorstrike--jet black, large and well-muscled, and always eager to join in their father's games. Jasperkit was eager too, but her presence always seemed to be something of a nuisance. Perhaps she reminded him too much of her mother, with her sleek copper coat and piercing green eyes. Or perhaps Condorstrike wanted her to be like her mother--softer, warmer, more docile. Perhaps she was just too small, too weak. After all, what did she know about the bond between father and son?
As time went on, it seemed that Jasperkit knew nothing at all.
MY NAME IS BRUTUS AND MY NAME MEANS HEAVY
SO WITH A HEAVY HEART I'LL GUIDE THIS DAGGER INTO THE HEART OF MY ENEMY
Her apprentice ceremony is supposed to be the happiest day of her short life, but Jasperpaw can feel nothing but fury at the way her father gazes at Coalpaw with unfettered pride. Condorstrike tells Coalpaw he has great expectations for him; for Jasperpaw, he simply nods and tells her she looks just like her mother. Gingerleaf, gentle and kind and sweet. I am not my mother, she thinks, but holds her tongue with the cool ferocity of a cat unfairly wronged. She is fierce, brutal, wild. Smokehaze is a good mentor, always pushing her to new heights, but Jasperpaw can't help but watch Condorstrike and Coalpaw with embittered rage as the tom joins in his son's training, bringing him on patrols and hunts, always showering her brother with undeserved praise. It's Jasperpaw that's trained harder than ever before, it's Jasperpaw that deserves the special attention, the late night talks, the great expectations. But Condorstrike never sees that in her; instead he only comments on her brash nature, how unfitting it is for his little daughter to act like that. What would your mother think? Sit quietly, help when asked, watch with demure grace. These are her father's expectations.
I am not my mother, she thinks, again and again and again. I am not my mother. I am something you have never seen, and never will again.
I TOO HAVE A DESTINY
THIS DEATH WILL BE ART
THE PEOPLE WILL SPEAK OF THIS DAY FROM NEAR AND AFAR
When Condorstrike dies in a cave-in, Jasperfoot sits vigil with Coalclaw, and watches her brother contort in grief with irritation. Her brother looks to her for support--so oblivious, so stupid. Coalclaw has never understood Jasperfoot's anger, only tried to buddy up to her like he hasn't always been the favored son. Like he doesn't have enough friends in CavernClan. Everyone loves Coalclaw, with his genial disposition, his warm nature, his powerful prowess. He was named for his strength; Jasperfoot for her quickness, another blow to her pride. After all, the only thing speed is good for is for running away. No one really likes Jasperfoot, which suits her just fine. She doesn't need anyone--she never has, and she never will. She learned a long time ago that the only cat you can rely on is yourself.
She looks at Coalclaw and the Clan, how they swarm around him with praise and love, just like their father did. How they avoid her; how they don't like her loud words or fiery temper, just like their father did. How they don't see that she is destined for greatness.
She'll show them. She'll show them all.
THIS EVENT WILL BE HISTORY
AND I'LL BE GREAT TOO
I DON'T WANT WHAT YOU HAVE, I WANNA BE YOU
Mother
Gingerleaf (deceased)
Father
Condorstrike (deceased)
Kin
Coalclaw (littermate)
Other
Smokehaze (mentor)
I ALWAYS KNEW I COULD BE THE ONE
THOUGH I FEEL THE ENDLESS PAIN OF BEING & AM SCORCHED BY THE SUN
OF HUMBLE ORIGINS AND BORN OF THE CURSED SEX
MY NAME IS BRUTUS BUT THE PEOPLE WILL CALL ME REX.
♕
