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[Carnivaleyes]

Name: Carnivaleyes; Carny, though she prefers to be called.
Clan: RiverClan
Age: Thirty-One Moons.
Gender: She-cat
Desired Position: Deputy
Short Description: A black and white she-cat with green eyes.
Appearance:

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Carnivaleyes is a moderately-sized, two-toned, black and white she-cat, with odd green eyes, and a personality that fits with them all too well. Beneath her rather "thick" looking exterior, she is really a slim she-cat, [will finish later]

Personality:

Though she's high authority in RiverClan; she personally hates any authority whatsoever. But, more importantly, she's a cunning, sly, selfish, gossiping female, who wants answers to everything, and will do anything to almost anybody to get them. She enjoys playing people against one another, [will finish later]

History:

Why Carnivaleyes? Would a Clan cat even know what in the world a Carnival even is? No, probably not the cats in these forests; but what about the cats in a different forest - a forest near the suburbs? Near the no-furs altogether? Of course, those cats would undoubtedly know. Every summer, such events would blow around. Tents of large proportions would be pitched, and the no-furs would gather beneath them for weeks at a time; where they could experience the pleasures of food, drinks, and music. However, the no-furs wouldn't be the only things enjoying themselves and seeking refuge beneath the billowing sanctuaries. No, the aforementioned, Suburban Clans would too find themselves lost in the mess of legs. In this story, her dam had been no different than the others. Pigeonwing, was her mother's name, and the queen was a meek little thing, frail in the body, but pretty indeed. And at the time of one of these festivals as mentioned, she was expecting; there was no better place to rear her young than where there was a surplus of scraps, and great hiding places. So, that was where she birthed her kits, in a pothole, just under one of the spinning monsters that the humans enjoyed so much. But of course, it couldn't be all that simple, could it? No, no, no! There had to be some background to it.

It had all began one, calm night, while Pigeonwing was standing guard by the borders of her Clan's Territory. Certainly, she was afraid, skittish of all of the sounds that would ring through the night air; such as the honking of car horns, the barking of dogs, and the screech of the mid-summer bats that were out on the hunt. However, through all of this, the fearful little Warrior remained idle at her post, and as close to the ground as possible. She knew she wouldn't be able to do her job, if the MarshClan decided that it would be alright to infiltrate the borders of the BushClan, to whom Pigeonwing was loyal. She knew that she wasn't strong enough to nip it in the bud if they did come. Then, why did Leafstar put her there, if he clearly knew that she was a defensless whelp? Was he trying to give her a chance to feel stronger? Probably. But, the young female would rather be doing anything else if it meant not having to lay awake all night, and having her nervous system going haywire while she hoped for the best and expected the worst.

But, as her luck would have it, she was not going to be relieved from her duty, and she was going to have to survive something, beyond her worst nightmares and thoughts. For, out of the darkness, while she remained at her post, crouched low, and extremely sleepy, a broad figure emerged from the brambles and shrubs that surrounded the border-line. The rustle of the nearby bushes caused the female to raise her head slightly and peer around while in a daze; but there was no use looking, because she would've never been able to see what was coming her way. With stealth and ease, the shadowed figure pounced upon her, straightforward, and grabbing her by the scruff of the neck - dragged her into the brambles from which he came. There was no time for her to even sound a distress call. Within minutes, she was smacked back out of the bush, and the creature that had temporarily kidnapped her had bounded off back into the night.

It became astoundingly obvious to dear Pigeonwing that what the male had done to her within the next few weeks. She had mated against her will. In the beginning of her heat cycle, as well.

The next day, she limped back to the Campsite, and confronted Leafstar, to tell him about the ordeal. Yet, he was not as understanding as she would have hoped. In fact, he truly thought that she was a liar, and something deep inside of her had compelled her to go against the Warrior Code. He told her, though, that she would birth them, alone, away from the BushClan, without the company of an Elder, or Medecine Cat, and if they died - that would be that - and if they lived, he would take but one under his wing, as the father, and banish the rest of the survivors to where he saw fit, whether it be: drowning them, abandoning them in the road, or sending them to an allied Clan where they could be raised and treated as average miscreants. He refused to have himself to blame for calling them outcasts. So, despite his cruel words, the now queen did as she was told by her leader. She headed off on her own for the last bit of her gestation period, and then went to the festival, where she gave birth.

Mostly, she took good care of her young; which was exceptional for a first time mother such as herself. But, there are always flaws, yet again, and out of the six that she gave birth to, only four survived the weeks that she kept them beneath the ride. The rest were healthy enough to make it back to the BushClan Camp to be presented to Leafstar. When the time came for the presentation itself, Leafstar - again being cruel, was not pleased by their appearences. He demanded that Pigeonwing name them, and she did so; even though she knew that even growing closer to her babies would make it ever harder when they were taken away. Afterwards, Leafstar remained tact to his word, and took the strongest of the litter (well, what he considered the one with the most potential), named Mosskit, and kept him as a son. The three remaining kits, Yellowkit, Skykit, and Carnivalkit were grabbed up by three three Warriors, and left to the mercy of the nearest river. They were to be dropped off at the water's edge. Though, when the three reached the bank, they met with a she-cat, meek, kind, and similar to Pigeonwing, who was drinking there, and she willingly took the kits, and kept the names that the Warriors gave to her. Yellow, Sky, and Carnival.

Over the next few years, the female raised the kits with her Warrior mate, Mixedtail. The babes developed into the following; Yellowkit to Yellowpelt, Skykit to Skysong, and Carnivalkit to Carnivaleyes. Yellowpelt became a helpless romantic, Skysong into a meek female like both of her mothers, true and foster, and Carnivaleyes turned into the deceiving, bold, and secretly backstabbing one like the father she never knew, who had no respect for her "weak" mother. Which caused her to set out on her own, away from the Clan she was reared in. A few months later she discovered the RiverClan, and became extremely close to its Leader, Shadestar. He is truly the only friend she's ever had, and wants to keep it that way, because she trusts him with her life, a life that she is spending on finding her father, and avenging her siblings, who, along with her, were torn away from their real Clan.

IC:

[ From Nos Mos Persevero. xD It's not nearly my best. ]

It was about nightfall. A short burst of thunder rustled through the skies. The wind had picked up ever so slightly, and border guards were returning from their missions of the day, and switching off with the nighttime border patrol. Quietly, from the apex of The Mound, the Stoneteller eyed the troops, observing the silent actions below him. It was no different than any other night had ever been, the quiet breeze, the heat storms, the relieving of post duties, and the movement in the abandoned tunnels beneath the ground. By now, the kit-mothers were tucking their babes into the leafy beds beside their warm bodies, To-bes were contemplating the day that would await them after their well-deserved resting time, and the Elders were probably prophecizing and discussing what they wagered would be the future of the Tribe of Booming Thunder. Nights such as these were always so routine and peaceful, that on occassion it bothered the Leader and Healer; but yet, he wouldn't want it any other way.

Orca, as the currently placid Stoneteller was called, longed to elaborate more with himself on the schedule of the Camp, but his train of thought was broken, as an angered gust of wind ruffled his pelt, and a burst of thunder passed overhead of the meadow, as if trying to grasp his attention. And, rightfully so, the two elements suceeded in taking hold of his mind, and chasing the last bit of the clan into their chambers. The gray tabby peered out into the distance, where the thunder had once sounded from, but was now empty and clear, only a river of stars were left in its wake. He sometimes questioned moments such as these. How could something so beautiful come out of a terrible storm? Like allies out of war? To him, it was one thing he could never understand, nomatter how hard he tried, and mind you, he tried, an awful lot, but to no avail could he truly grasp such complex things, and it deeply embarassed him. "I live off of the land," He began, and paced about in a tight circle until his sight arrived back at the trail of stars. "-Shouldn't I understand it better than anyone?"

Still disgruntled by his thoughts, which had by now carried him much deeper into the night than he had hoped, his lithe body eventually settled comfortably against the buildup of soil. He then absentmindedly placed down his head atop his darkened paws, and gazed at the stars for a mere moment, before his heavy lids drooped, and led him off into a phantasm of dreams; the kind he loved to remember, but the kind that refused to truly ever give him answers.

[Shadestar]

[/b]; Accepted.
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