Character’s Name: Genocide
Gender:Tom
Breed of Cat: Nope, none.
Age: 66 moons
Character Description: 
Character Personality: Evil. You think you
know evil?
What, ish the big bad Bane who rules Boneclan evil?
Maybe.
But he is not
pure evil.
He feels. Pride. Anger.
Emotions.
If you feel, you have weaknesses. And weaknesses are not something a beast of pure evil has.
So what is evil, really?
Because a cat has a different belief than yours…are they evil?
What of you in their eyes? Does that make you evil?
What if you feel nothing, want nothing.
Exist for no reason at all.
Save one.
What if you exist merely to
kill?
Does that
make you evil?
A nightmare of kits' stories, only existing in the realm of myths and dreams?
What if such a cat
existed?
And what if they felt nothing, spoke nothing, wanted nothing save to
rip your life from your ragged
mortal flesh?
Meet Genocide.
Character History: What, you think such an unholy terror must’ve had a hard upbringing?
Riiight, not all good stories play out so prettily.
Some have terrifying endings.
Far, far to the west of the valley of the four clans, lay the Genesisclan.
A clan that lay directly by the sea, the last clan before one met the tides.
This was Genocide’s place of birth. This is where the nightmare grew, twisted, learned.
This is where the story starts.
And where the story ends.
Was his mother raped?
No, no the queen had a gentle mate, a hard working and loyal warrior to the clan.
Was he bullied, beaten on by his family, his parents, the rest of the clan?
No, no, as a future apprentice, a future warrior, he was treated no different than any other kit.
So what turned him bad?
Turned?
I laugh at you dear, for you see; Genocide was born as he is now.
He bided his time.
Waiting. Always waiting.
Eternal patience?
Yes, no.
It was no act. No charade.
Genocide weaved no lies. He played no tricks.
He waited.
Soon, so soon, he excelled into the ranks of warrior.
Warrior?
More like murderer.
Patience paid off.
And Genocide lived to the name he heard calling to him, from the day his existence started.
He killed. Hunted down, slaughtered, every last member of Genesisclan.
Wiped them out as if they were a rabbit warren and he the hungry predator.
So the last clan, the clan by the sea, no longer exists save for rumors and for stories.
And there is more.
Tales of the white cat – the symbol color of absolute purity, of innocence. The white ghost of Genocide, of mayhem and slaughter.
Whispers on the wind.
He is coming?
No, no the nightmare has already reached the Valley of the Four Clans.
And so the ground will soon run crimson with blood.
Anything Else: Urm…dun kill me Baney. *runs*
