.:They Don't Really Care About Us:.

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Name: Jinxheart

Age: 29 moons

Rank: Warrior

Gender: tom

Clan: SkyClan

Personality: "All I Have to Say Is That
They Don't Really Care About Us"


I do not believe in StarClan. Two-legs... they would call me... athiest? But Starclan has abandoned us in our time of need, so why should I trust and believe in them? All I have to say is that they don't really care about us.
I am very quiet, but will speak out when needed. Like all cats, I have loved, lied, but I know I have lived. We're only... well, normal.
I have been a jinx to the Clan forever, I bring bad luck wherever I go... I do not hate myself, but it's just... I don't know.

Description: I am snow white. I have no other colors, just white... simple.
My pelt has always made me stand out, and it's so hard to fish and hunt... what a jinx I am, a jinx...
My Eyes are blue, a bright, sky blue.
I'm thin and quick, nothing's out of place... My tail is long, yes, it's long... so is my whole body, though. Nothing, no, nothing, is out of place...

History: When I was born, I caused every one of my sisters' deaths.
There were five of us. I loved to explore. I was always getting into trouble.
One day I told my sisters that we should go out of camp to play. They agreed right away, for I was like the leader of the group.
We went out. By the river, in the reeds we played.
Suddenly there was a screech, and one of my sisters was lifted into the sky by an owl.
We were very shaken. As we ran home, there was another scream as my second sister slipped in her haste and fell into the river.
We ran as fast as we could home, my one remaining sister and I.
We told my mother, my whole Clan, what had happened, and as punishment for going out of camp, my sister and I wouldn't be an apprentice until we were eight moons.
That night, out of grief, my last sister died.
And I have never forgiven myself.

Cruddy history. Sorry about that. This is a really crappy bio.