Just Don't - DeathClan

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Just Don't
JD
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The Basics
I've always had my name, I can't remember why. I've been called JD for a very long time. It stands for Just Don't. I think my mother gave it to me when I was born. She gave it to us.]No, she gave it to me. Us. No. You do not deserve a name.

I'm - No, we. No. I'm thirty eight moons old. He is only twenty eight years old.

I'm a Warrior of DeathClan, while He is a voice in my head. He does not have a title, He is not even worthy of being mentioned. I control your every thoughts. I am well worthy of being mentioned weakling.

He won't shut up. He won't leave this body of mine alone, and I don't know where he came from. I just know that He knows me better than I know myself and that He watches my every move. I scare you.

Description

I am a flame. My coat is the glowing orange that sits between the coals of a dying fire. I'm mainly orange, but my stripes are a deeper red that almost resemble brown. It is short-cut, easy to take care of. I always make sure that I'm taking care of myself. It is proper. Yes, it is proper. I am a handsome tom, I can't deny that, and I've had plenty of she-cat swarm around me in hopes of catching my attention. I don't care about them, they don't interest me. They will weaken us. My pelt is soft, no longer stained by all the blood I’ve shed. They deserved it. Although I am small, I am strong, Under my pelt there are rippling muscles that can easily tear flesh from bone just like everyone else in my clan.

I have sharp fangs and claws, always clicking on stone or digging into the ground in preparation for any battle that might show up. Blood. Precious blood. My paws are a bit big for my liking, but bigger paws mean bigger claws. I remember being clumsy when I was little though. Until I came along and made everything better. I make everything better. I am no longer clumsy. Because of me. Because of myself. You mean us. We are always right. Together we make things better. Together…

My eyes are insignificant. They say that your eyes are the windows to one soul. Not mine. You have no soul. It is mine. My orbs are brown, a very dark brown that hold no importance to anything in life. They do not look like the sparkling waves in a river or the gently wafting grass in the field. They are not the stars that shine bright at night, and they are not the comforting sight when your heart is heavy. My eyes are dark, they stare into you. We tear you apart from the inside out.

Personality
I want someone to help me. I want someone to make Him go away. Sometimes I realize the terrible things he has made me do, and I want to die. I am not him, yet I do the things he wants to do. If someone could just make him disappear from my mind so that I can think quietly again. He is probably listening right now, calculating the equation of the situation like He always does. I'm so scared of what I'll do. I'm not the one who does these things, but no one understands. Whenever I talk to Him, others stare at me like I'm crazy. But they don't understand! He knows what to say to make me think like him. He knows... He just. Won't. Stop.

I am the darkness in his mind. Or you could call me the light. I am the gateway to a greater being, one that no other living thing will ever understand. I rule, I am, I live. He listens to me, I make the moves. It is so simple, almost like a game of a sort. I can tell that he's afraid, and it makes me swell with excitement. I am him. He is me. He can never change that, for I am the one with control. I think blood and there is red staining his paws. I think hunger and the ravaged body of a kit is inbetween his jaws. I think power and suddenly everyone is dead and gone around us. He knows what he is doing. He knows that I am to be scared of. And that is why I'm here.

I whisper, I talk to Him, I look around nervously. I am never alone, I am always on guard. I have never had a friend that hasn't ended in a pool of red, He does not approve of friends. They weaken us. No they don't. Yes they do. Okay, yes they do... Good boy. I have never known the meaning of happiness besides the adrenaline and ecstatic amusement that ripping flesh produces inside of me. He says that I am fear itself and that I must embrace that. I do not know if I agree.

I try sometimes to be nice, but He frowns upon it. He says that- everyone will walk all over you if you do not show them that you are greater. Yes, exactly... I feel so cold inside when I know that no one cares about me. And it's because of this monster that I have become. It's because of this monster inside of me that has his black veins wrapped around me like sticky tentacles threatening to pull me under the water. I keep on swimming, but he still holds on.

History

I was born on a cold winter day, according to my mother. I had two siblings, two she-cats whose names I don't want to recall. Scarlet and Pretty Flower. My family and I lived outside of the city, in an abandoned badgers nest by the human bridge. We had always heard of the clans, but we didn't bother to go see who they were. We were perfectly happy with our life. Father would go out hunting while mother stayed with us, and at night we would lay outside and stare at the stars as Father told us stories about what he had done when he was little. We were a very ordinary family, I had never thought that anything could hurt us. Sure, my siblings and I had heard stories of how dangerous things were out there, and we knew very well not to stray too close to the road above the bridge.

But then He arrived. Yes I did. Are you going to tell your story? There's not much to tell. I have lived in his mind for as long as I can remember. I was born there, and I helped him become free. He is I and I am him. It has always been this way, I was just… to young before… But now I am strong, and I make him strong. We have done things together, great things, things that make him mighty. They don’t make me mighty. Yes. You ruined my life… I made your life better. Shut up, you don’t know what’s good for me, you never have. You are foolish, you know that you need to listen to me. It is because of you that they’re dead! Tell them what you did J.D, tell them! No!

You know that it’s the right thing to do J.D. It is what your family would have wanted…

I… One day, a couple of weeks after He had arrived, I was starting to have these strange urges. That Is all. No it’s not. I-I thirsted for the feeling of blood between my claws. I tried so hard to stop, I tried so hard o push it down, but it was so strong. And the feeling… it felt so good, so…. Brilliantly amazing. Yes, exactly. I killed them all. My mom, my dad, my sisters, they all died by my claws. I couldn’t stop, I tried to run away, I tried to block out their screaming. They didn’t even fight back.They just let me kill them, just like that. It wasn’t my fault, I didn’t mean to do it, it was His fault! I ran away after that; I ran away as far as I could, away from the blood, away from the bodies, away from everything. There was nothing to be scared of…

I had no place to go. I didn’t want to be anywhere, but something kept me from throwing myself in front of a monster on the road or running into a foxes’ den. He kept me from my peace. It is a good thing, you should thank me. For making my life miserable? I don’t think so. You are stronger now. You know that you are stronger now. Stop it… Say it. Say that I’ve made you stronger. You’ve made me stronger… Good. I joined DeathClan a while after that… They were the only ones that I could even remotely fit in with. And even then… I can’t speak with anyone without being shunned, I can’t look at anyone without them averting their eyes with a glimmer of fear. They know what I am. They know what we are. I am a monster. We are gods. I do not deserve to live. They do not deserve to live. I don’t want to be like this. You know how great it is, you love it. No I don’t! Believe it J.D! I don’t like shedding innocent blood! Think about the blood, think about the pain and red and JOY. Think about it! No! It is you J.D. It is part of you! I am it. Yes. I need it… We are unstoppable. But we need more. More… More.

We Need More Blood.

[Fia]

Veeeery interesting. XD I love him to death already! Bio makes perfect sense to me; in fact, I get a better feel for who he is than I do with most bios. Which, I guess, is the point of a bio. Therefore ACCEPTED, of course. =D