--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I don't intend to waste my life around here" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hey I'm doing another CC! I've been listening to the musical Bonnie and Clyde a lot, and I thought that this song would be cool for a CC, so here ya go. Press space for some examples. Rules: - No stealing from the examples - 1 entry per person - No copying other entries - No guilt tripping (ex: "My entry is so bad!") - Do not change the song - You can edit the lineart a little bit but not too much - Due date April 13 Tips: - Shade - Add a background - Add detail - Use an OC - Add a backstory Rewards: 1st- 2 moodboards or 4 aesthetics, plus a follow 2nd- 1 moodboard or 2 aesthetics, plus a follow 3rd- An aesthetic, a follow, and likes and favs on 5 projects Honorable Mentions(4-7)- A follow(Or 5 likes and favs if I'm already following you)
W e l p- I tried xD The background is kinda dory looking, but I honestly didn't have many ideas for that part. ( Changing it a bit ) Backstory(Sorry for it being so long- :'3): Asha was born a clan cat. She grew up with her mother and father in a fairly normal life. The she-cat spent her time when she was of age as a medicine cat apprentice, than eventually became the med cat herself when her mentor died of a disease and both old age. Asha remaind this way as the clans medicine cat for about more than 10 moons, in those ten moons she gained a few...'enemies'..cats whom where jealous of the attention she received because of her looks, attention from both Warriors and the Leader herself whom was very grateful and respectful towards her medicine cat. Now the cats whom where jealous of her did not leave her alone what so ever. Every chance they got, every second she was alone, they would always find her and torment her, making fun of her in ways that actually cut deep. Now this 'bullying' I guess you could say, went on for many moons; fueling Asha's growing hatred and anger. One day she had enough. A group of the cats who commonly made fun of her had cornered her in the medicine cat den, commenting on how awful she was at being a medicine cat, teasing about how she can't get anything does and just relies on her looks. Asha finally snapped at them, passing some very sharp and hurtful insults; making snide comments of their awful attributes. After her little rant she stormed out of the medicine cat den past them and out of camp, tromping her way deeper into the forest until she could no longer smell the scents of her clan members. She started to contemplate, scheming on what she could do to get her revenge. Once the sly she-cat had the perfect plan in place she strode back to camp, receiving some sharp words from her leader about leaving camp without telling anyone. That night Asha ( Formerly named Fawnthrush ) waited until all the cats in camp had fallen asleep or went into their dens. She got up, a mouse filled with death berries was hung from her mouth as she quietly began to pad her way over to where she knew her tormentors slept. Once she entered she hissed the names of the group of cats until they woke up, of which she showed them the mouse and suggest that they can share it as a midnight snack. Unaware that the mouse was filled with death berries the 3 cats began to tear into the mouse as Asha crouched down right in the entrance, her eyes blazing full of hatred and triumph as the cats that made her life a living hell began to writh in pain, becoming still in a mater of seconds. ( Just gonna skip to the point -w- ) The next morning the three cats where found dead, the scents near the dead cats trailed to Asha, of which she was going to get punished in a death of her own. Asha- of course, did not allow this to happen after she tried to explain to them what they had done, and how they pushed her sister to the brink of su^c!de, but no one would here to reason. She attacked a few of the cats, taking two more lives until she was finally able to flee the camp, of which she turned towards Twoleg areas, in hopes of having easy hunting and being as far away from clan cats as she possibly could. The exiled she-cat lived her life feeding off of mice and other animals around barns and Twoleg nests. But one of these days something happend that she could of never seen. It was a sunny day with slight whisps of clouds, but otherwise it was a normal day for Asha as she started making her way towards the barn she always went to for easy prey. What she didn't know though was that the Twolegs had started to notice her, and when she got there 4 of them where waiting, a towel in hand and a muzzle in the hand of the first Twoleg. They began to advance upon her, and before Asha got the chance to dart away the first twoleg lunged for her, grabbing her firmly by the scruff. Asha hissed and yowled, turning her sharp claws and daggers like teeth towards the hand holding her as she began to viciously tear into the twolegs arm. A muzzle was wrestled onto her mouth just before she felt a sharp jolt of pain in her shoulder, everything went black as darkness creeped into her vision. Asha groggily woke up, the muzzle still firmly strapped onto her jaws no matter how hard she tried to get it off before giving up. ( For the sake of making things shoter- here's a basic ending view: Those Twolegs had captured her to use her in fights, both against other cats and dogs at sometimes; but rarely. She spent this fighting life for about 2 moons. She managed to escape when she was givin a small break outside, and Asha immediately took the chance to run; of which she did manage to escape. ( They had put the red bandanna on her and named her 'The Red Bandit' but her main name was just 'Bandit'. )
