{Monbijoux}

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Your Cat's name: Monbijoux (pronounced: mon-be-ju, or just type it into google translator and let it tell you. xD English to english or english to french)

Age: --

Gender: Female

Clan:. DarkClan

Rank: Leader

Description:
Monbijoux is the spectre leader of the DarkClan. She practially exists in shadows, so the only color you see is a deep black. She's a smaller cat, with bigger paws and ears, and a lithe form. She has vibrant green eyes.

Personality:
Monbijoux is a manipulative son-of-a-gun. She used to be very kind and gentle, but anger and hate have burned away the kind chaff, leaving scorched and unforgiving earth behind. She was burned by the clans, every single one of them, and now she will burn them and scatter the ashes. Gleefully.
There is something tortured about her, something painful, but you'll never figure that out. She's completely closed, never wanting anything to do with anyone.
She loves her followers, or more of the attention from her followers.
She's cruel, heartless, maniacal, and the worst spawn of the afterworld. An encounter with her is one you'll never forget. She has this uncanny ability to get inside your head, to drag your worst fears out into the open and play the scenarios right in front of your eyes.

History:
Monbijoux was born as a loner to two loner parents, Roux and Clarice. Her siblings, Jean Paul and Celeste, never made it past the kitten age. She left her parents at a young age, hunting for the fabled clans her parents told her about.
She found them and eagerly requested to join. She knew how to fight well enough and was desperate.
There was only one thing: She wanted to keep her name.
They laughed. They told her a true warrior had a warriors name.
She pleaded with them -- it had been her grandmother's name.
They told her "a warrior does not hold on to the past".
She went to the other clans, but was met with the same fate at every turn. She attempted to turn her own name into a warrior name, but it never worked.
She was angry, hurt and sad.
She left them alone, but not after they chased her away. She came back, again and again, each time with a different approach, and each time, she was met with the same harsh ways.
She didn't want to give up.
But she should have.
She though maybe, just maybe, if she stood up to a patrol, and show them she ment to join them, they would let her.
They didn't.
She ran, and she cursed all of them. Every single clan cat, everything they believed in, everything they were.
The illness from the stress on her body claimed her life. She died in her sleep, angry and alone.
And she entered the other world, angry and alone.
She was stuck in the limbo of lives, denied access to the StarClan because of her anger and her hate.
"You must let go of it." They told her.
She couldn't.
So they didn't allow her in.
Now, she is angry, violent, and determined to bring every last one of the clans to their knees.

Other:

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I think i posted this in the wrong place.. >.> so I'm moving it to have her accepted.. haha

[( Saga )]

i like it.

accepted<3.