Sinful Tragedies.

[Sabrestar]

A vexed sin is a sin that has been overthrown to the point where it's a curse.
A nightmare.
Or perhaps, something even worse; a condemned lie.

They say, one's personality is determined during the first few months of birth - whether or not the child, or in this case, kit, is meant to be an outspoken being, or a shy being. Whether they will turn out to be a murderer, or a Clan leader.
All these characteristics are determined within the earliest stages of life, where all surprises and all fears are shunned by naivety and unknowing.
That way, there are no lies, only truths.
They say, naivety is what hides fakes. Not the other way around.
Scarred was he, the loping figure of a small feline, his long, lanky legs caught in the winding tresses of grass and his thin neck dragged down by a large, too large, human collar.
The chime of his bell could be heard for miles around.
Or at least, in this silence, it was that loud.
His glorious white coat was unkept and ruffled, the once lean muscles drained from his thin, fragile bones.
Driven from one place to another, this tom, he had no home.
He had no family.
He had no love.
His heart has hollowed from the moons of rejection.
All because of the color of his eyes.
Since when did the color of eyes determine the righteousness of one's soul?
Apparently, since the day this kit was born.
Apprentice-aged now, he stalked the shadows, his white coat once beautiful and shining dulled and the shining glimmer in his eyes broken.
His scarlet, bloodred eyes.
He commits tragedies, not sins.

The only difference between a tragedy and a sin is that a tragedy is not purposeful whilst a sin is a meant-to-be-broken rule.

A tragedy can scar one forever.
A sin cannot.

And Sin, Sinpaw, his life has been scarred beyond reasoning.

He's over the edge and dropping to the point of no return, so deep was his anguish, so deep was his hurt.

I wish I never knew.
I wake up screaming.
It's all because of you.

So real, these voices in my head.

The end of a book has never come sooner.

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[Amberstar]

<sub>An unnatural sound.. So distant, but it echoed through the echoing and silent valley. It was beginninng to mist over. The amber leader stepped lightly over the twigs and leaves, eyes searching for the sound.

Tingle...

She turned her head in the direction. It was like a call to her, someone calling her name for help. The gentle and ever so chilling but subduing ring of a deathly bell.

Ding...

Time was almost up, but not if the amber leader could help it. Amberstar had no powers over time, or the gentle ticking of an old clock, the pendulum softly swaying back and forth. The motion followed her eyes, softly swinging back and forth, ticking away time. She crept forward over the land she knew so well, searching for the source.

Shingle..

It had a rusty tone to it, the feeble chime ringing through her ears, making it appear closer than it was. Her paws, her ears, her heart lead her to be suddenly face to face with the sin. The book, it's tender pages by rough and jagged writing. Sins. All of the times sins, built onto one poor soul. One poor kit. The name came to her before he even spoke it to her. Sin.

Bing... Tingle.. Ding..

You've come here, treading upon my lands, tracing the written sins laced with a bittersweet tension. Tell me tom, what be your name? And what is it you seek? I may be able to offer it to you.

... If you can give me what I want. She said, her smiled threaded with a mixture of distant cover; mystery. Soft smile and kind eyes.. She was known for it. Kindness. Her emotions were shown, but well hidden. Something.. beyond her comprehension.</sub>

((I tried to match your figure of writing, or at least match the quality of it. I failed miserably. Lemme know if you don't understand half of it. I sure don't!! XDD ))

[Sabrestar]

ooc| And, Miss Cinder, I bow down before your skillz.
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YOUWIN.
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Sin, he didn't even flinch. Not even once. He didn't falter.
His claws sank into the soil beneath his small, white paws, and he turned his head slowly to meet Amberstar's, his bloody gaze melting and falling into the depths of the Treeclan leader's. His young face was drawn and tired. In it, a look that simply said, he's given up all hope.
The tom, he sat down, with a plop, onto the ground.
If you looked at him hard enough, you would know that he was once a piece of art - a warrior, too, by the looks of his build. But now, all that was left was a cold, callous, outer shell.
Broken.
His long ears folded back behind his head. The young male hooked his intense glare into the femme's, grappling any emotions within those depths of hazel, and wrenched everything out into the open. With his claws, he hooked them into her heart and squeezed out any ounce of happiness, any ounce of warmth and comfort he could salvage within his pitiful life.
"I offer nothing I cannot give,"
Was what the small feline said, his voice smooth, almost angelic yet soft and even a little monotone. His voice, there were a thousand tones yet they all mixed to form one, cold, harsh melody.
Behind his words, one could tell that he had knowledge and wisdom beyond imagining for someone so young his age.
"I have learned throughout my life that giving is useless you recieve something in return, first."
His eyes never once shifted away.
"I've lost all I have because of false promises and sugar-coated lies.
But use me as you will.
I've got nothing left to lose."
He raised his chin, the smooth, white fur running down his jaw and across his small chest.
The onlooker, by now, would have noticed the scar on the tom's right cheek, glistening pink and bare within the moon's faint light.
A scar.
In the shape of a cross.
Running down from the middle of his cheek down the side of his neck.

The official mark of the sin.

I can't escape this hell.
So many times I've tried.
So many times I've lied.
But I'm still caged inside.
Somebody get me through this nightmare.
I can't control myself.

Someone help me kill this animal.

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[Amberstar]

<sub>The amber she-cat narrowed her eyes, but not in anger. It was consideration. Maybe she underestimated this kit.. Sin. She called him nothing else, for he offered her no other name to call him. But just to be polite, it was simply 'Young Tom'. She licked her lips, watching his every move, every breath, every flinch of hair from the tip of his nose to the last breadth of hair on his tail tip. From the flick of fur on his ear to the ivory tip of his unsheathed claws. She leaned down on her flanks, done with her 'inspection'. Now down to business.

She smirked, it reaching up near her golden eyes. Her long fur was growing downwards from the dappled mist in the cool air, sending the terra into an eerie but yet calm and soothing fog. She looked up into the swirling grey sky, shot into a dim grey. She assumed them to be clouds.

Young tom.. She looked over him, looking for any signs of protests with his temporary name. There is a lot you can give me, even if you do not realize it. It is a small price to pay, I assure you. She raised her head and quirked it, studying him as she had been doing the entire meeting. There isn't even a lot I could give you. Alone that is.

This here, the land you have stepped foot on, the land in which your scent has furled over the dead leaves and twigs you have tread upon, is Treeclan. I can offer you a home here, Shelter from the cruel and cold world it appears you have already endured. She continued with a simple breath of air. I ask for your loyalty, your kindred respect to the cats that reside here.

.. Even to the newly newborns. It is not a heavy price to pay, at least I do not see it that way. If you believe it to be so, an expensive cost to you, you may continue through here and I will not stop you. She inclined her head. However, do not take this offer lightly. I offer you this potential because I see it in you, Sin.</sub>

[Sabrestar]

Sin, his scarlet eyes shone, a spark of his old defiance glistening within those harsh depths of crimson before dying down once more, his large, curled ears drawing back smoothly as he dropped his chin.
Defeated when the battle hasn't even started.
Even though his red eyes were not resided on the feline, life out in the wild has taught him how to feel when eyes are watching - and right now, he could feel Amberstar's gaze rake into his coat and into his flesh, and then into his heart, sizzling the core and breaking something fragile within.
Breaking the already shattered pieces.
His fur stood on end and he slowly met the Leader's gaze once more, his eyes dull and lifeless.
She was judgemental. Everyone was. No matter where he went, everyone scrutinized him, everyone labelled him.
He was the sinner, he was the wrong-doing of Satan borne in the form of a feline.
White with red eyes, he was wrong. He was a tragedy. He needed to be shunned, condemned, killed.
He was wrong.
He didn't deserve to live.
"Then I give you all I have that is not wasted within this pathetic life of a sin,"
He stated, his voice monotoned, speaking in riddles and poetry and artistic language.
"Wrong-doings and broken faith."
Sin, he slides back to smoothly sit on his reclined haunches, his rather large and obscenely lanky body haunched slightly as shadows draped themselves across his shoulders and down his slim body, like a cloak, like a straightcoat.
"Treeclan,"
The young tom repeated, wonderously, and his curiousity drew his gaze past Amberstar and into the lands behind her, where he barely caught the faint glimmer of shining pelts and walking feline.
A longing tugged at the already severed strings of his heart.
"Home,"
He mused, softly, to himself, and his forehead creased slightly as he gazed at the ground, concentrating on a point only he could see. Sin, he has forgotten the meaning of home.
The meaning of safety.
The meaning of love.
"Surely I can give all I have to a feline who already knows my name before it falls from my lips?"
He asked curiously, half to himself as he raised his muzzle, his pink nose dappled with black and his eyes reflecting the weak shards of broken-glass moon light, shattering memories and imagination through the darkness.
The collar was pinching at his neck again.
"I have nothing left to lose,"
Sin repeated his earlier words, the wind breaching the soft coat of fur running ridges of curls along his body. He shivered.
"A home."
The cat whispered, his gaze raising to the sky, the star-twinkling sky, and he closed his eyes.
For once, he was normal.
The moonlight streaked silver down his coat, and he almost looked beautiful, sitting, youthful, and the luminosity seemed to coat over any imperfections, aside from the scar running down both cheeks.
His eyes were hidden from the world, and, for once, he was normal.
He was accepted.

"Have I found it here?"

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