c r i m s o n s t a r . b a t c o u n t r y
(A man who makes a beast out of himself
Gets rid of the pain of being a man)
Caught here in a fiery blaze, won't lose my will to stay.
I tried to drive all through the night,
the heat stroke ridden weather, the barren empty sights.
No oasis here to see, the sand is singing deathless words to me.
Can't you help me as I'm startin' to burn (all alone).
Too many doses and I'm starting to get an attraction.
My confidence is leaving me on my own (all alone).
No one can save me and you know I don't want the attention.
As I adjust to my new sights the rarely tired lights will take me to new heights.
My hand is on the trigger I'm ready to ignite.
Tomorrow might not make it but everything's all right.
Mental fiction, follow me; show me what it's like to be set free.
Can't you help me as I'm startin' to burn (all alone).
Too many doses and I'm starting to get an attraction.
My confidence is leaving me on my own (all alone).
No one can save me and you know I don't want the attention.
So sorry you're not here I've been sane too long my vision's so unclear.
Now take a trip with me but don't be surprised when things aren't what they seem.
Caught here in a fiery blaze, won't lose my will to stay.
These eyes won't see the same, after I flip today.
Sometimes I don't know why we'd rather live than die,
we look up towards the sky for answers to our lives.
We may get some solutions but most just pass us by,
don't want your absolution cause I can't make it right.
I'll make a beast out of myself, gets rid of all the pain of being a man.
Can't you help me as I'm startin' to burn (all alone).
Too many doses and I'm starting to get an attraction.
My confidence is leaving me on my own (all alone).
No one can save me and you know I don't want the attention.
So sorry you're not here I've been sane too long my vision's so unclear.
Now take a trip with me but don't be surprised when things aren't what they seem.
I've known it from the start all these good ideas will tear your brain apart.
Scared but you can follow me I'm too weird to live but much too rare to die.
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Song ::: Bat Country
Artist ::: Avenged Sevenfold
Alblum ::: "City of Evil"
Video ::: Coming soon!
Name(s): Redkit, Redpaw, Redblood, Crimsonstar.
origins His original prefix of "red" was given to him by his mother, Flowerpetal, for his dark ginger pelt that reflected the blood on which he was born. He later changed his prefix to "crimson" to honor his father, Crimsonlight.
Sex: Male.
Age: In moons, I'm not sure; I'd say twenty-five to thirty moons.
Clan: GorgeClan.
Rank: Leader.
Appearance: Crimsonstar is big, like his father Crimsonlight had been. His limbs are long and very supple, rippling with hard muscle under a thin, frayed coat. His face is handsome for a tomcat, though several scars and slices are in his ears and cheeks. Scars coat his body, as well, as long as it is; his tail is nearly half of his length and winds serpentlike behind him, a wraith of his volcanic coloring. Crimsonstar's eyes are a pale, small amber-green, replicas of Doomgust / Crimsonlight's eyes.
Personality: Mean and sarcastic, Crimsonstar differs from his fellow Clan leaders in one very obvious main thing: rebellion. He is a strong individual who works in little odd ways to lead his Clan differently than any before him, for he figures they all failed their Clan. He wishes to honor his ancestors, and knows he has great leaders in his kindred (Thistlestar, Shallowheart, etc.) and hopes to copy their particular style of strong guidance. He once loved Demon quite a bit, and still is physically attracted to her and loves her spunk even now; however, now that she has given birth and he is wrapped up in his Clan, he has very little time or want for her.
Crimsonstar is not the best parent. In fact, he all but resents his children, knowing they are poor extensions of his ancestors. He often worries that his fathers in StarClan despise him for producing morally dysfuntional kits. He ignored them as they were learning about their Clan, and because Demon was a rogue before she birthed them, they were clueless about the ways of the Clan and were taught by the other warriors. He resents Chaospaw because of his disdain of his parents and heritage, and he despises Hellpaw because he believes her to be a whore-in-the-making, like her great-grandmother Soulkeeper and aunt Squirrelpelt.
History: Flowerpetal, heavily pregnant and exhausted with her life, lie under the stars in MountainClan territory. Foxfrost had just passed away; her father had been dead for moons, and the Faithful Shadows were failing in their take over of the forest. She had seen the deaths of her second litter, and what had become of her first, and was haunted by this even as she lie and streamed blood and her final litter into the world. Dying from lack of blood and exhaust from giving birth, she named her sons after what they had done to her; Redkit, for the river of red from which he had sprung from her, and Slashedkit, for the batters of her body after her sons had borne. Flowerpetal, after giving the world three daughters and three sons, passed away under the stars, Crimsonlight following immediately after in his suicidal grief.
From the beginning, Redkit was alone.
MountainClan, at this time, was lead by Swiftstar; however, she was a weak leader, and had no experience to deal with anything when StarClan had begun to unravel. Her Clan was disheveled, and Redpaw knew it; he had just become an apprentice, and was very noncommittal to what was happening around him. When his elders complained and fretted, he watched them with a smirk of satisfaction. Slashedpaw, his brother, mirrored his contempt for the others; the two of them predicted the downfall of the Clans before it happened. When it did, Redpaw's brother abandoned him immediately, and so he ruefully left for loner lands to travel and be the free cat he knew he could be.
Although only seven moons old at this time, he became Redblood, first sparking the rebellion that would dictate his life. Still traveling the old lands, admiring the ruins of MarshClan, swimming in OceanClan's toxin rivers of memory, hiking through the vast moors of ValleyClan, and sleeping in the old loners' barns many nights, he grew into a solitary tom who resented his ancestry, namely his parents and brother, for abandoning him. He did, however, meet a fiery, feminine mimic of himself -- Demon, who had just deserted her friends in a rage to be alone. The two flaming rebels met head-to-head on many issues, but began a reluctant friendship.
The two did many things together; they walked the lands their ancestors had walked upon, they fought rogues such as Demon's dangerously psychotic brother Scarface, and they finally came face-to-face with the Moonstone. It was there that Redblood apologized to his ancestors for his hatred of them, and finally admitted to respecting even the worst of them.
That must have triggered something; he saw his grandfather, Thistlestar, the father of his dead mom, stand before him, telling him that he was the chosen leader of the ressurrected MountainClan -- GorgeClan. Redblood felt overwhelmed at first, but then accepted the fact that he needed this; he needed a new life, a new start, and to help his ancestors. Leaving Demon in the dust without rhyme or reason (or so she thought), he began the tentative GorgeClan, one of the weakest of the four new Clans.
At the Gathering, Demon came to find her old friends, but instead came face-to-face with Redblood, who had renamed himself Crimsonstar to honor his father and the only tradition he still respected. The two had a terrible fight, but he felt terrible about it, knowing he had pent-up feelings for her that were maybe a touch more than friendship. However, he did meet her on his territory one day, while Demon was trailing Shadow and Shroud's son. Instead of chasing her away, he pursuaded her to join him, and she did. Before long, she became pregnant, and Crimsonstar was not exactly thrilled at this.
He also noticed that his Clan was one of the weakest; the warriors were undertrained, the apprentices few, the queens and elders nonexistant. He struggled not to panic and lose control, like the other MountainClan leaders before him, and instead tediously held on to the little they had. He enforced his rule as strongly as he could; unfortunately for him, he forgot many of the sacred traditions, and his Clan did not forgive him for this most of the time.
In the first leaf-bare of his Clan's year, Demon gave birth to Chaoskit and Hellkit, his first litter. He hoped, too, it would be his only. He ignored his kits while they were growing up in the nursery, and only saw them when he went to see Demon or tell her something important. He never found himself that warm towards kits of any kind, even his own; when he realized what personalities they'd developed, he became frightened of what they meant for his Clan. He could sense their darkness, all the way back to his grandparents, Gustwhisker and Soulkeeper. In fact, Chaospaw and Hellpaw seemed to be true incarnates of the two of them, besides sharing their parents looks.
Now he waits for his children to self-destruct, and when they do, he swears on his father's grave that he will be the one to exterminate them permanently.
Close Family: parents Flowerpetal and Crimsonlight
mate Demon
kits Hellpaw and Chaospaw[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
