`talk with your hips [b e e c h <3]

[idk my bff brindle]

Black dress, with the tights underneath.
I've got the breath of the last cigarette on my teeth.
And she's an actress, but she ain't got no need.
She's got money from parents in a trust fund back east.

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beechclaw
any tree of the genus Fagus, of temperate regions, having a smooth gray bark and bearing small, edible, triangular nuts.

>>shush girl. shut your lips. do the helen keller, and talk with your hips.

name; beechclaw
age; 34 moons
gender; tom
rank; warrior
clan; brightclan

T-t-t-tongues, always pressed to your cheeks.
While my tongue is on the inside of some other girl's teeth.
Tell your boyfriend, if he says he's got beef,
That I'm a vegetarian, and I ain't f**king scared of him.

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Where to begin with Beechclaw? There are so many things that can be said about the tom that it seems a shame to waste them. While it cannot be said that she-cats scream his name and even toms turn their heads in his direction, it's true that Beechclaw really does have a rugged handsomeness about him that attracts others. Maybe it's his lithe body, or the serious look in his eyes- like the calm before a storm. Born from generation after generation of feral cats, Beechclaw is as dangerous as one can get. He's strong, smooth, lean and there's a wild frenzy about him. His eyes glint like steel, discouraging others from standing against him. Beechclaw may be a small cat in stature, but he does take up a lot of room. The tom's muscles are hardened from running and hunting, it would be hard to take him down in a fight. He moves like he's made of mercury- beautiful and vicious. Yes, you can't say Beechclaw is a beautiful tom with a slender frame, or a large and silent tom with a menacing air. No, Beechclaw's figure is small, but solid. He's handsome, he's rugged, and he's dangerous.

Now let's talk about his head. Beechclaw has a smaller head, but it's proportional to the rest of his body. Well, almost. The top of Beechclaw's head is wide, but his muzzle is narrow, and his head isn't that long. His cheekbones aren't that prominent or defined, but they give his head shape. His muzzle is round, but it doesn't protrude very far. His eyes are sunk slightly into his head, because the bridge of his nose is very wide. His ears, for lack of a better word, are gigantic. They're very wide and almost the heigh of his head over again. The tips are round, but not blunt or dull. The insides of his peach ears are covered in long white fur. Beechclaw has slight but long whiskers from above his eyes, and the whiskers from his muzzle and long and straight. His nose is a deep peach, rimmed with black. His muzzle is white at the top, and an orange streak seperates from his head. Beechclaw has a pale brown head. There is lots of white around his eyes, even though he isn't that old yet. He has dark mascara lines above his lines. His eyes are an olive colour on the outside, with green around the split pupils. They give him a very morose look. He looks like he can see right into your soul, and like he's contemplating something. Yet again, Beechclaw looks dangerous.

Beechclaw has the smooth body of a wildcat. It's long and lithe, and his muscles and hard and well-defined under his pelt. His paws are slight but solid, and his legs are graceful yet burly. It's a perfect mix coming from generation after generation of loyal BrightClan cats. His claws are actually a shorter length than usual, but it doesn't bother Beechclaw. It makes it easier for the tom to get a good grip on his opponent. His shoulders rippled under his short pelt. His fur is bristly but not dry, and is actually quite nice in terms of texture. The base colour of his fur is a very light ginger, covered in chocolate stripes. Ashy brown makes a saddle-like pattern on his back, and it extends down to the base of his tail. His legs are long and smooth, but bordered with chocolate and pine stripes. Soft brown smears dot his haunches. He's a tabby, to be certain, but the range of colours (from white to deep chocolate and ashy grey) is pretty unusual. His strieps are straight, however, not like those of a mackeral tabby. His tail is long, but not too long. It's quirky, like the rest of him. His tail is actually a dark chocolate brown, ringed with black stripes.

She wants to touch me whao-oh.
She wants to love me whao-oh.
She'll never leave me whao-oh, whao-oh, oh, oh.
Don't trust a ho.
Never trust a ho.
Won't trust a ho.
'Cause a hoe won't trust me.

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Grumpy. That’s a word to describe Beechclaw. He’s not the most patient cat, unless the mistakes are understandable. If you’re a warrior who makes a stupid mistake while hunting, Beechclaw is going to be harsh on you. You might think this is a bad thing, but actually it isn’t. Beechclaw helps to whip the Clan in shape, and he doesn’t tolerate Clan members who can’t pull their own weight. It isn’t that he dislikes them, it’s just that he disrespects them. Beechclaw’s respect is hard to earn, and it’s worth a lot. That’s why other cats strive to improve. But if you go up to Beechclaw and ask him something mouse-brained, you’re more likely to get a smack over the head than an actual answer. Beechclaw has high expectations. If you don’t meet them, he won’t punish you, but he’ll look at you with disdain until you feel guilty enough to meet his standards. Oh, and if he isn’t on a dawn patrol, don’t wake him early in the morning. He’ll have you doing chores for the next couple of moons. Despite his grumpy nature, Beechclaw is an invaluable friend. He’s very protective of those he cares about, and doesn’t take crap.

Loyal. Another word to add to the ever-growing pile of words that describe Beechclaw. The tom is as loyal as a cat can get, but he doesn’t always follow his heart. He believes that the Clan comes first, and then his family. After that comes the warrior code. But he would never break the warrior code for a she-cat from another Clan. He would only break the code if it meant saving his Clan. Beechclaw believes that the Clan is more important than any one cat, including himself. The tabby would give his life for BrightClan or any members of his family. Though he thinks that his family is more important than the code, he associates the warrior code with the Clan itself, so it is more important. That doesn’t really make sense, but it does in Beechclaw’s mind. Family first, if it doesn’t mean breaking the code. The tom is harsh on anyone who breaks the code. If a BrightClan tom fell in love with an EclipseClan she-cat and brought her to BrightClan, Beechclaw would be mad at the tom but nice to the she-cat. He gives harsh punishments, but he does stop to listen. He's quite reasonable if you get his good side.

Despite being grumpy, Beechclaw is an extremely brave cat. He would risk everything for his Clan, and die defending it. You might think this falls in with being loyal, but there’s more than that. Beechclaw is willing to lead every charge and take the responsibility for everything. If one of his warriors messes up the mission, Beechclaw will take the plan. He rushes boldly into danger, not caring if he gets hurt. This being said, he does weigh the consequences in his mind, but the tom usually relies on his fighting skills to negate them. He’s a very friendly tom, open to opinions and he doesn’t mind talking to others, even if he doesn’t really respect him. He’s conscious of what others think of him, but he doesn’t really care. Beechclaw knows that he isn’t perfect, and he won’t respect a cat who is perfect. He understands in flaws, but he ignores his own tragic flaw- Beechclaw knows he has one, but he hasn’t found it out yet. The tom is arrogant and knows he is one of the best warriors, but he doesn’t like to rub it in.

She wants to touch me whao-oh.
She wants to love me whao-oh.
She'll never leave me whao-oh, whao-oh, oh, oh.
Don't trust a ho.
Never trust a ho.
Won't trust a ho.
'Cause a hoe won't trust me.

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Whitekit. A kit born without ceremony, without a prophecy, and frankly, without a care in the world. The tom’s parents were Rowanbranch and Hollyflank. Hollyflank had recently become a new warrior, and Rowanbranch was old and experienced. The tom was famous for having had three mates over his lifetime. The first had died, the second had been in another Clan, and the third was simply one that he had broken up with but they remained on good terms. So Rowanbranch was attracted to Hollyflank, and the two cats were simply fooling around one night. What Hollyflank didn’t know is that she had become pregnant with Rowanbranch’s kits. When she found out, Hollyflank moved to the nursery. When Rowanbranch found out, he broke off all communication between them. According to him, the kits were fatherless.

Whitekit had one sibling, a she-kit named Softkit. She was a pretty calico and white, whereas he was just a plain white tom with glowing blue eyes. Because there were no other kits their age in the nursery at the time, they became inseparable. Whitekit also made friends with a pretty she-cat called Dark-kit. She was younger than him, but after she could see and talk, they became good friends. Softkit was also one of their playmates, and the three of them did everything together. Sometimes Dark-kit’s brother, Foxkit, joined in, but nobody really liked him. He was mean and annoying, and Whitekit (who has a very popular kit at the time) ignored him. Whitekit was selfish and arrogant, and he only played with other popular cats. He was always trying to make a tom by the name of Mambapaw impressed. Mambapaw was a dark brown tabby, and generally not nice.

Shortly after Whitewolf and Darksmoke received their warrior names, there was news that a badger had entered the forest. Being the brave and arrogant tom that he was, Whitewolf took Mambastrike out and the two toms went after it. Foxslash tried to come along, but Whitewolf and Mambastrike ditched him in the woods. At this point, the white warrior was insufferably arrogant and he thought he could do everything better than anyone else. The two warriors found the badger, and Whitewolf launched himself at it. The tom lost a leg in the stupid move, and he almost died in the medicine cat’s den. After that, Whitewolf hobbled around with only one leg. Mambastrike took to ignoring him, having no use for a warrior who couldn’t fight. Only Softcloud and Darksmoke came to visit Whitewolf and talk with him. Gradually, other cats came too. They found that the cat that they couldn’t stand had become more likeable and friendly. Mambastrike was left to sulk in his new unpopularity. Darksmoke, who had previously crushed upon Mambastrike, had turned her attention to Whitewolf. They became mates one his leg had healed into a stump, and they had three kits.

Three toms. There was Beechkit, the tan tabby. There was Harshkit, the long-furred white tom, and there was Rowankit, the sprightly little grey tom. Beechkit grew close to Rowankit, whereas Harshkit preferred to be on the outside of the ground. He was strong and smart, and admired by most of the Clan. But he was also pretentious and arrogant, much like a miniature Whitewolf. Beechkit grew up in Harshkit’s shadow, and it always irked him. He wanted to become the cat that everyone admired. But since birth, it was Harshkit that was fawned over. As for Rowankit, the tom couldn’t care less. He was happy playing nursery games with Beechkit and the other kits in the nursery at the time. Darksmoke often told Beechkit to stop sulking because he would be outside the nursery just gloomily staring into the woods. His mother would tell him that nobody cared if the elders fawned over Harshkit. Beechkit was just as special. None of the other kits in the nursery liked Harshkit much either, except for the she-kits. They ogled him and followed him, and it drove Harshkit insane.

But back to Softcloud. She had found a mate in SerenityClan, and the whole family had to keep secrets from the Clan. Softcloud was in love with a tom called Silverflower, which was an oddly feminine name, but Silverflower didn’t care. He was tall, thin, lanky and handsome. But Silverflower decided to break it off because he couldn’t take having a mate in another Clan. Softcloud was pregnant at the time and she had two kits. The she-kit came out stillborn, but the tom lived. Softcloud named him Elk-kit. Elkpaw became an apprentice shortly after Beechpaw, Harshpaw and Rowanpaw became apprentices. Elkpaw was always quiet and reserved, and he steered away from difficult tasks. Harshpaw used to rag on him for that, but it was always friendly. Elkpaw needed to take care of his mother, who was dealing with depression. One of Softcloud’s kithood friends called Pinewhisker began to help her. Pinewhisker became like a father to Elkpaw and an uncle to Beechpaw, Rowanpaw and Harshpaw.


Then Rowanpaw did something unspeakable. He followed Silverflower’s example. The tom fell in love with a SerenityClan she-cat by the name of Flowerpaw. They met at the border and spent long nights just talking. Rowanpaw was always so cheerful back at camp, and he never failed to bring back prey. Many cats knew it was going on, but none stopped it. They knew if they did, he would become sad and forlorn and be much less useful to the Clan. But one night, Rowanpaw didn’t return. A border patrol found his dead body lying there by the border. Flowerpaw had pressed herself into it and the she-cat was crying silently. When asked what had happened, Flowerpaw simply shook her head. She wasn’t going to tell. She was sent back to camp, and at the next Gathering, BrightClan simply said one of their apprentices had been ambushed at the border, and SerenityClan passed it off as an accident. It was forgotten, except for Whitewolf, Darksmoke, Beechpaw and Harshpaw.

After that, they all became more mature. Harshtouch lost his arrogant edge and he actually lost skill as he remembered Rowanpaw. The tom moped and soon the crowd of she-cats became to dissipate Softcloud and Pinewhisker were feeling the first strands of love but they didn’t move past their friendship. Beechclaw worked harder to become the best warrior he could be, and Elkheart gained confidence. Darksmoke died due to sickness soon after.

X's on the back of your hands,
Wash them in the bathroom to drink like the bands,
And the set list, you stole off the stage,
Had red and purple lipstick all over the page.

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whitewolf father
darksmoke mother
rowanpaw brother
harshtouch brother
pinewhisker uncle
softcloud aunt
elkheart cousin

B-b-b-bruises, cover your arms.
Shaking in the fingers with the bottle in your palm.
And the best is, no one knows who you are,
Just another girl alone at the bar.

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painting portraits of ghosts
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She wants to touch me whao-oh.
She wants to love me whao-oh.
She'll never leave me whao-oh, whao-oh, oh, oh.
Don't trust a ho.
Never trust a ho.
Won't trust a ho.
'Cause a hoe won't trust me.

She wants to touch me whao-oh.
She wants to love me whao-oh.
She'll never leave me whao-oh, whao-oh, oh, oh.
Don't trust a ho.
Never trust a ho.
Won't trust a ho.
'Cause a hoe won't trust me.

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