Name: Jade Gender: female Age: 17 Lore: violent Species: cat WARNING: sad backstory, blood, insanity Also 2 protects in one day?! Wow my art bock is dead!
Jade was born in the dense forests of Tennessee, a place where the trees whispered secrets and the moonlight danced on the leaves. From a young age, she was different—smaller, with a unique emerald hue to her fur that set her apart. The other wild cats, sensing her difference, bullied her relentlessly leaving dark scars dripping with bright red bl00d down her cheeks. They mocked her size, her color, and her gentle nature. Isolated and heartbroken, Jade sought solace in the quiet corners of the forest. Her only friend was the moon, which seemed to understand her pain. As the bullying continued, Jade's sadness turned to anger. She began to dream of a day when she could tear the furr off of her tormentors. One fateful night, the bullying reached a breaking point. The other cats cornered Jade, taunting her cruelly. In a fit of rage and desperation, Jade lashed out. Her claws, once used only for survival, became weapons. The forest echoed with the cries of her tormentors as she gazed at her bl00dy revenge. In the aftermath, Jade was consumed by regret. She had never intended to ki11, but the weight of her actions bore down on her. She fled deeper into the forest, far from the prying eyes of other creatures. Her once vibrant emerald fur became dull as she secluded herself from the world. Years passed, and Jade's isolation took a toll on her mind. The forest, once a place of solace, became a labyrinth of memories and shadows. The ghosts of her past haunted her every step, the cries of her tormentors echoing in her ears. She tried to find comfort in the moon, but even its gentle light seemed to mock her. Jade's sanity began to fray. She spoke to the trees and whispered to the wind, seeking absolution from a world that offered none. Her nights were filled with restless pacing, her days with fitful sleep. The forest creatures, once wary of her presence, now avoided her altogether, sensing her growing madness. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Jade caught sight of her reflection in a still pond. The cat staring back at her was unrecognizable—wild-eyed and gaunt. In that moment, she realized the depth of her solitude and the irreversible path she had walked. Tears mingled with the water, distorting her reflection. In her final days, Jade wandered aimlessly, a ghost in her own right. She had become a cautionary tale, a legend whispered among the forest creatures. They spoke of the emerald cat who had once been driven by vengeance and was now lost to madness. Jade's regret never left her, and she spent her remaining days searching for a peace that always eluded her. In the end, she became one with the forest, her memory lingering in the rustling leaves and the whispers of the wind—a tragic figure lost to the shadows of her past.
