ANDRASTE - ROGUE

[jeopardy2]

»ANDRASTE
'you threw me aside, so I'll throw you away in return'

Username: Jeopardy
Other characters: Russetclaw
Other?: N/A

Gender: Female
Age: Twenty-Seven Moons
Species: Siamese
Section: ThunderClan Rogue
Picture: Click; (Only of fur color, eye color, and build)

Appearance: Even from the outward appearance, you can tell that something is not right with this feline. She is very ragged and unappealing to the eyes of a normal feline who has not see a lot. Kits who see her, cower in fear. Apprentices stare and quiver slightly. Warriors, well they stare for a moment before it becomes too much and look away, ignoring her. Mothers will try to get their kits to avoid her at all costs so they will not be "damaged" mentally by her looks. Still not sure what I mean? She is a cripple and she is something that seems to have come straight out from the nightmare of a kit. She is the last thing that cats want to see in their lives and these simple decisions to shun her has made her become the feline who she is. It's because of how she looks on the outside, that cats start to wonder what she's like down inside and a lot of their first impressions are true because its those impressions that has forced her to become the feline that she is. She is a close resemblance in both appearance and personality of Frankenstein's Creation.

Let's start with her pelt. It has always had a very look to it, even before she stopped grooming constantly. The reason is because the coloring just looked a bit like dirt in itself. There is a mixture of a creamy white with a darker color mixed altogether. Her good ear is pitch black. As for the tuft of fur where the other one should but, it is mainly black with a little bits and pieces of brown mixed in. Her face is pitch black till it fades away to a dark brown and eventually to a creamy brown to match the rest of her fur. The top half of her tail is the same color of her fur, while the bottom half is pitch black. For the three legs that are all there, the bottom half is pitch black while the upper half is that same mixture of cream and brown. For the leg that is missing, you can just see the little bit of fur moving down from her body where they should have been met with a bone. For many felines, this is the hardest part about her appearance just because most felines get their bone broken, but it is rare to ever see one with their leg broken off.

Her eye is another striking feature in more ways than one. The one thing that most cats focus on right away, is that the right eye is completely missing. All you can see in its place is a crater; a black crater that is well-placed in her black colored face. However, her other eye catches just about as much attention as her missing eye. Against the pure black fur around it, the bright blue orb seems to shine magnificently. It looks like a bright blue sky that you see when the sun is at its brightest and there even seems to be darker streams that look like veins giving the eye life. The pupil even looks well placed with its black hole as a center piece. However, if you gaze too long into them, you almost feel like you're intruding, that you are seeing too much, because you start to realize that Andraste has seen to much. That eye is hard and unforgiving, but at the same time it seems to long for someone to help her in a way that no-one ever has been able to before.

Her figure is a mixture between being lean and being muscular. If you were to ask her what her strength is between muscle and speed was, she'd tell you it was speed. After all, she may have muscles along her body, but the muscles are there to give her more speed than anything. Her shoulders are not broad and her legs are short and skinny, giving her more flexibility. She takes great pride in her speed as she uses it often to get at felines without them realizing it and finish them off before they even realize what is happening. Her fur is thin and short, making green-leaf a nice time of year for her and making leaf-bare a pain. She doesn't handle cold as well as she should be able to since her other legs do tend to act up a bit, but she does as well as she has to. She's had to learn how to cope with her injuries well - with a few side-effects obviously - and that's one reason she hates the Clans.

One sentence: A cream, brown, and black Siamese she-cat with a bright blue eye.
Scars, or deformitys?:

» Her back right leg is missing.
» Her tail was ripped off about half-way down.
» She is blind in her right eye...in fact, the eye is missing.
» Her left ear was ripped off, only a tuft of fur remains.
» There is a patch of fur missing on her left flank.

Personality: Menacing and dark, she is not afraid to show her true colors. Smart and sly, she can see the true colors of any cat in an instant. She hates the felines who are loyal to their Clan and she will often do what she can to make them double think about where they put their loyalty. She was pushed out from her own loyalty and she has made it her life long goal to make sure the Clans pay, even though three out of the four were innocent in their own way. She at one time in her life adored StarClan, she thought that they were her saviors and she yearned to make them proud of her. Now she sees them as traitors to her life. She sees the Warrior Code as a way to make cats stay in line and an easy way to throw out the cats that will never be worth anything in the eyes of the leaders.

Oh and the leaders, don't even get her started on them. She hates their power and she hates the way that they can pass judgment without so much as a word from the feline they are judging. At one time in he life she had made it her goal to be a leader, to be the type of leader that helped their Clan out, that cared for their Clan, but that has since faded away into the darkness. She started to realize that there is no such thing as a selfless leader. They do whatever they want because they think it's the best and only way. They may ask their deputy for ideas every now and again, but in the end it is the leader's word above the Clan's conscious and their own want from the outcome; even the deputy has to follow their leader's words without second doubts and she despises that now. She hates the way StarClan has made the warriors of the Clans weak and without and control over their lives if they wish to stay in the Clan. She sees StarClan as a Clan cat's puppeteer, no matter what their ancestors might say about it.

She might not think of herself as a cruel villain in the world. In fact, she doesn't at all. She sees herself as the true savior to the way the Clans work. She sees a future in which she can start a revolution where the leaders no long matter, or at least where they have less power. She envisions a world where even the cripple have lives. She sees a world where StarClan is what she once though they were - there for guidance, but not there to control their actions. However, because her actions tend to be a bit extreme and on the darker side, she is not seen in the right light as many would think of her to be. She knows they think of her as a shadow that lurks anywhere that can support her in an attempt to kill and to torture the felines into believing and understanding her. After all, she knows from experience that pain teaches the best lessons of all.

And she is not afraid to kill, if she believes that that is what will get her closer to her aims.

However, she is not insane. She does not kill or torture or injure because she loves it. In fact, if she thought there was another way to get her message across the best, she would do it. But she knows there isn't. Pain in her life has made her eyes open to the truth and she knows that in the end, the most effective way for others to see the truth - her truth - is for them to go through that pain as well. When she hears the screams of felines underneath her paws, she shudders and inwardly wishes to stop. She'll even sometime close her eyes to avoid seeing the looks of despair running through her victim's eyes. No matter what cats think, if you get to know her, you'll see she is not all that bad. She still has a soft heart deep inside her that yearns for a normal life. Yearns for a mate and kits, though she has never found a feline that can reach her in that way. If you wish to know her and you live in a Clan, you are going to have to work hard to prove to her that she doesn't need to think of you as an enemy because from the start, that is how she'll think of it.

Just remember, every feline with a dark personality, has their own reasons. It's whether or not you want to dive head first into the whirlpool that you can find out what those reasons really are. Whether they are insane or not, is hidden in those reasons. Find them and you find the truth of that feline.

Interests:

» Meeting Loners
» Rain
» Shadows
» Night
» Kits (that don't stare at her like a freak)

Dislikes:

» Clan-cats
» Listening to a cat's scream
» Leaders / Medicine Cats
» StarClan / The Warrior Code
» Leaf-bare
» Dogs

History: There is no-one better suited to tell you my story than I, Andraste. Other could try, others could give you a small insight...but to see it through my eyes, to see my suffering, to see my pain...well, you could only begin to understand it if I came forth and gave you my side of things - the real side. Trust me, I've heard others attempt my story, but none of them give me any justice. They always make me sound like a monster, a monster only they can see. I've heard stories where I damaged myself in some way, where I did this to myself. I've heard stories that I've gotten together with a group of loners that were on their way to destroy the Clans only to be betrayed by the lot of them and that they did this to me. It's funny, how fear can make them try to justify my actions in a way where I am the villain and not the victim. I was not the one who started any of this - just remember that. I am the victim in all of this. So as you listen to me, remember that and keep your eyes and mind open. The stereotypes of the world might have already plagued you, but there is always hope.

It all began the same way the story of any feline does. With a mother, a father, and a couple littermates. I had a loving mother and a father that took care of us all. I was normal back there, just as my siblings were and are. I had two sisters and a brother. I never got along with my sisters well and I wouldn't be surprised if they helped to spread the rumors of me. They were always mean to me even before I became what I am. They always liked each other and my brother was on the same page as me. The two of us - him and I - we were inseparable. We did everything together from the start. Oh and I should mention the obvious that I wasn't Andraste. In the beginning my name was Nightkit. Anyway, getting back on track, my brother and I would always get into trouble and cause mischief whenever we could. We were a couple of bored kits that just wanted something fun from life. Our sisters on the other had, were perfect little angels that never did anything wrong. Or at least that is what everyone that met the four of us thought. The two she-kits were the prize, the she-cat and tom were the troublemakers.

The truth was that even though my brother and I got in trouble, at least we admitted to it and took the punishments that resulted. Our sisters got into worse trouble then we ever would and the wost thing was, they blamed my brother and I. They would snicker at us and grin whenever we were dealt their punishments. Even from the start, justice was never that strong in my life. Well, lets just say I got my revenge on them later...we'll get to that eventually. However, my brother and I from the start were always loyal - dead loyal - to the Clan. We looked up to our great father who was one of the strongest and most respected warriors in the Clan and yearned to be like him. We play-fought every morning and pretended that we were real warriors fighting for the safety of our Clan. our sisters often watched us, but they never understood our eagerness to be warriors. They thought that being kits was the most entertaining thing in the world because they couldn't stack up to the idea of actually have responsibilities. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if they turned out to be the types to have litters of kits with little time in the world of warriors.

Then we became apprentices. I was so excited as was my brother. My sisters, on the other hand, complained constantly. They would say that the only good thing about growing up would be that they could finally start taking a good look at males and the older they got, the more they did just that. For me, males and a love-life could wait. I had a good friend of my father's as a mentor while my father trained my brother. The four of us were together often while training and my brother and I were thankful for that. More than that, we were thankful that he didn't ask our sisters to train with us. As far as my brother and I were concerned, they could stay apprentices forever since we knew they didn't care about the Clan or protecting StarClan's laws against those who would wish to harm either. Nothing extravagant happened while we were this young. We trained and we learned to fight. It was clear to see we took after our father. Our first battles were exciting, and our first Gathering was amazing. It wasn't long until our warrior ceremony loomed ahead of us, just around he next moon.

That day finally came and I was dubbed Nightstorm. I loved my new name and I loved the power that flowed through my veins. I loved the feeling that I could help my Clan stay strong and that I could fight to keep the next generation strong. I imagined the day that I would be able to lie in the elder's den and tell stories of my past and watch as the kits took up the position I had once held. I thought it was the best thing in the world, to be a warrior, but I was naive. I was force fed the lies of the Clan and it would be a while later that I learned the hard and horrible truth. It would be a truth that I never wanted to learn. My loyalty to ThunderClan was about to bite me in the back and never let me go until I was on my deathbed and even then, it would prove to be the worst thing I have ever had. After all, ThunderClan didn't deserve my loyalty and neither does StarClan.

So what happened? I'll tell you right now. I was out in the territory with my brother hunting. We were just minding our own business when we scented a dog. We smiled at each other and thought it would be fun to chase the dog out from our territory. We were young still then, only about nineteen moons old and still very inexperienced warriors. We were hardly out of training and we were too proud, too confident. We thought that nothing could stop us and we for sure didn't think of a dog as a threat. Not a two-leg pampered dog at least. We knew it was owned, we could smell the two-leg stench on it and sought it out. When our eyes finally saw the creature, we knew that we had misjudged this creature in our minds. We had been thinking it would be a smaller dog, but instead we found a large beast in our path. But we still thought we could beat it, we thought we stood a chance. We thought we could at least chase it out of the territory and do a good deed for our Clan. The Clan that we loved and adored more than our own lives.

We were dead wrong.

From the start, it was never in our control. The dog went for my brother first. It knocked him against a tree in the first few moments. My brother blacked out. I could see that it was eying him. Those large, blood-thirsty eyes looking at him like he was the prey. I could never allow that. I let out a long and loud yowl and leaped forward, fighting it as best as I could. I used my speed to get the better of it, but I never stood a chance. I can't remember much after the beginning. The dog soon turned the battle to his advantage by pinning my under its large paw. I couldn't get out. I felt more pain then you could imagine. It started with my hind large, gnawing at the skin before he ripped it off completely, the bone and all. I yowled with pain and eventually it became too much and I passed out, thankfully. I thought for sure that I was dead. Perhaps it would have been better in the end for everyone if I had died that day. It's safe to say though, that I lived. And you're about to see what I lived to suffer.

I didn't come around soon after. When I woke, it was about five days later. The Clan had moved on with its duties as you'd think, but they were awaiting for me to come around. The medicine cat was there when I finally did and so was my brother. Actually, he was the first cat that I saw that day. I smiled at him, but I realized that I couldn't see out of my right eye. I flicked my ears and noticed that only the left responded. I only remembered my leg being torn from my body before I passed out and now I realized that there was more to it. I had lost more than I thought, but I never thought that I was doomed to loose my whole life in the Clan. My brother explained that my father and his patrol had heard my yowls and came to make sure everything was okay when they smelled the dog. They got the dog to retreat together and by that time my brother had come to and went to get the medicine cat. She healed me as much as possible out there before she deemed it safe to bring my body back to the camp. From there, they left it to StarClan to decide whether or not I lived.

My parents came to visit me soon after along with my sisters. I saw the looks in their eyes of fear and unease as they gazed at me and I knew something was wrong. I knew I was damaged, but I didn't understand why they were staring at me like that. Only my brother looked at me like I was a normal cat, like I still was in one piece. After all, he was and I knew he thought it was because of me. I sacrificed myself to keep him safe and I figured that's why he decided that I was just like him, why he didn't think of me as a freak - it could well have been him. The fact was, it wasn't. It took me two moons at least to recover enough to leave the medicine cat den. I was training myself throughout those moons to walk and run without that fourth leg, waiting for the day I could be a warrior again. I still believed I could fight for my Clan. I still held loyalty in my heart for the Clan. I still wanted to be a warrior!

But of course, the leader just had to take that hope from me.

I was twenty-one moons old when I finally got out of that medicine cat's den. I was already heading over to the warrior's den when the leader intercepted me and asked if he could have a word. Reluctantly, I said yes. I could see the unease in his eyes as he gazed over my appearance. I had already seen myself in the reflection of the river, but I didn't care. As long as I could still fight for my Clan, I didn't care how I looked. We entered his den and both took a seat. That's when he told me the worst news that I have ever heard and the news that would change the course of my life. He announced that I was not to be a warrior anymore. He said with the loss of my leg, my ear, and my eye, that I would be unable to fight for my Clan. I was no longer an apprentice, he said. He didn't think I could be taught. He told me from there on that I would stay with the elders. He basically told me my life was over! I was barely a warrior and I was to be an elder. That's all he said before he dismissed me. He stole my life from under my paws and that was it. My heart was broken and I no longer felt the same rich intensity for my Clan or StarClan. One sentence from the leader and that was it. I realized how unfair it was. All of it. And I realized that StarClan wasn't looking out for me and I realized they turned their back on me. That's when I became determined to make others see the evil of this life.

Lets just say I put up with this new existence for a while. Just till I learned to cope and learned to fight well. I figured if I could prove that I could fight just as well as others, then I would be allowed to be a warrior. It took a few moons, but I thought I was finally ready. And then, one of my sisters started becoming very annoying. Now before I tell you what happened, you need to remember that I was royally mad as it was. I was just about to be thrown away when all I wanted in life was to be a good and loyal warrior like my father. I was out in the territory that day, looking for a way to prove I was a good warrior when my sister appeared. She started to taunt me. She was always a cruel feline, messing with the heads of others, but this was going too far. She said that I should just leave, that I was an embarrassment to the Clan and to the family. She started saying that I should have died, like it was my fault I lived to be like this! She kept it going, no matter how many times I told her to stop and then I snapped. I leaped at her and bit into her neck, killing her without fully thinking about it. I was sick of her messing up my life and I had always wanted to get her back for what she and my other sister did when they were younger - blaming my brother and I for their trouble. I never really wanted to kill her...she just pissed me off and it happened. After all, I had been looking for a fight...she had just given a motive at the wrong time.

I had no choice but to bring her body back with me to the Clan. I told them what happened and that I was ashamed of what I did. I explained that I had been looking for a way to prove myself loyal to the Clan and to prove that I could be a warrior again when it happened. But it made no difference. The medicine cat came forward and announced that my sister had been pregnant. That made me a villain in the scenario. To have killed my own sister, not to mention my pregnant sister, made me insane. The leader had no choice and I knew he was going to banish me. I shook my head before he could and said that I was tired of the Clan, with this way of life. I said I never understood why I was so loyal, dying to find a way to protect this Clan even then and left. I wanted nothing more to do with the Clan and so I just abandoned it all. My past goals disappeared and I gained new ones. After I left, I knew what I had to do. I had to make others see the ugliness of the Clan-world. When I left the Clan, I shed my name. I was no longer to be named Nightstorm, but now would be Andraste. I didn't even want a Clan name, knowing that soon that name would be associated with a killer of her sister. This new name would be associated with something similar, but even more than that. Exactly what, only time would tell.

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