Crank it, Hard

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Name: Crank
Age: 18 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: NonClan
Status: Alive
Rank: Loner
Short Description: A fawn tabby bicolor she-cat with pale aqua eyes.
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Appearance Description:

I'm a cat. What else is new? You want me to go deeper dont you? Well here, I'll break it down so you wont get lost, if you do, I dont care. I never did. Nothing all that to look at now. My body has been through alot, yet able to look good. Dont judge a cat buy its fur you stupid flea bag. I bite. Hard. Ive had so much done to this body every pawstep i take i can still feel the pain.

I have bluish green light eyes. Dont say they are pretty. Dont you dare say they are beautiful, they change in a matter of seconds. They can give you a look to stay away and you better listened to them. My eyes are all about eye contact. If I look like I'm gonna kill you get out of my face. Go join a clan. I hate looking at you.

My pelt is short. Its just fine with me, I dont give a little rats mind about it. Unless it keeps we warm I'm okay. For the time. White and tan you can say I look like. Patterns in my fur of course. When arent their patterns in a cats pelt? Unless your bald. Still does it look like i care?

Whats under my fur is whats hard to talk about. Dont even tear up. If you do, your weak and useless. I hate it when you cry. Be strong. But do I care?
I was only about 10 moons and my father got me pregnet. My mother always came home and didnt do anything about it. Stupid females. When the kits came....they came and went just...like...that.

Under my body is the pain and hardships I had to live with. The abuse and cuts that lie under the skin are hard to forget, yet I move on, can you?

Personality Description:

Who am I you ask? Well where should I begin? I'm done playing games now. I'm sick of all it all. Being little miss nice pants and helping everyone out. Being their for you when your hurt, I hate it. Hated doing it all. You never cared about me, why should I care about you? You gave me everything I wanted and now I turned my back on you. Feels nice doesnt it? I can back stab you do fast you wont know what hit you.

I walk a road of my own. Who do I need to tell me what to do? All I hear is commands in my head about what I should do and how to do things, I dont need you talking it all up in my space. I wont listen. I dont listen to anyone. I'm the side you wish you you never saw. Yet it gets better, I'm the side we all have and all let out at times, but never like me.

Other cats I could care less about. Its only me in my world. Why do I need anyone to help me or to care for me? Its stupid. Its pathetic. Its childish. Its you. I live by my own rules, I dont follow anything else. I play along as I go. Always have been like that.

Love. Stupid? Lost? Wanted? Well, what ever it is, I will admit I want it. I get everything I want and I get it all my way. I want to feel you close against me and I wanna hear you whisper in my ear, but do I get that now? No. Of course not. Your immature. You dont know what I want. Guess what, you'll get addicted to me in some way..but my decision if I want you. You say you do but you dont know me. You never will know who I really am. Stop playing games, I can play games, bu you play them all wrong. You bend the rules and break them. I live the rules and make them. What are you living for?

Dont get in my way. I'll kill you. Set me off, I dont think twice about stopping. I will tear you apart limb from limb till I can see every bone in your body on the ground. I dont stop. Once I get going, I will never stop. Why stop when your having fun? Their are no rules to killing someone now is their? Not in my life.

Now the question is, you have what it takes to even wanna say one word to me?

History:

Whats under my fur is whats hard to talk about. Dont even tear up. If you do, your weak and useless. I hate it when you cry. Be strong. But do I care?
I was only about 10 moons and my father got be pregnant. My mother always came home and didnt do anything about it. Stupid females dont give a crap about what goes on. He tells me "You look alone. Come here. I'll make it all better."
I did as he said. I feel his warm body on top of mine and I hear him whisper in my ear, "You look tense. Let me help you relax sweetheart, I'll make you feel better."
I go numb. Everything he did to me I didnt feel a thing. My mother always came home from god who knows where and just looked at me in my eyes and then soon left. Leaving me and my father alone.

Moons passed I'm a mother. Big woop. With in those days of me carrying around children in my stomach, my father beats me. My mother left us. My dad and I. Why did I leave? Because I gave him what he wants and he never wanted it to go. The cuts he gave me, the bruses he left, all told a story. Yet the only thing he beat me for, was because I have kids. He told me it was all my fault. Still I stood their and took everything. Every time he saw a tear fall from my eye he would give me another hard night, and not just beating me. I took it all. The beating, the cuts, everything. Hard nights. You name it. I stayed. He wanted me to stay. Remember, he is my father.

I'm 14 moons and I have three children. One boy two girls. My father killed the girls. He hated girls. Never had a heart for them. Even better? I sat and watched him kill them. They were only 5 moons old. only 5. They did nothing wrong and my father killed them. Why didnt he kill me then? He was a different cat then. He actually loved my mother, but then things change. Sad I know. Get over it. Cry me a River. Shut up. I dont need your tears. They do nothing for you or me. Suck it up.
As I was saying, he left my little son alive. But then, gave him to another family. I dont know where he is, do I care? I should you tell me, hes my son. Not anymore. Not my problem. Never was.

I'm 17 moons, and my father died getting hit by a car. Yes a car. I know what that is. I'm not stupid. Shocking I know. I came to this forest then. To get on my own. Yeah, my father died. Do I care? I come as a loner now. My kind of home. I am able to go where I want and stay where I want. Dont come up to me, I'll go up to you. When I feel like it.

Parents:

Onyx - Short haired light brown tom with green eyes (Dead)

Ruby - Short haired tan and white she cat with yellow eyes (Dead)

Siblings:

None

Mentor: none
Apprentice: None
Mate: None
Offspring:

Ginger - small tan she cat with yellow eyes (Dead)

Dusty - Tom with yellow eyes and white and light tan fur. (Unknown)

Hush - Tiny tan she cat with white paws and dark brown in her fur green yellow eyes (dead)

Lily - A dark tan she cat with shot hair and yellow eyes (dead)

Other Significant Cats:

no

Other:

[CheshireCat]

Gosh, wow. Hard life. I love the smart aleck attitude, by the way. Also, it was very creative of you to write Crank's bio in 1st person.