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Dustypaw has resplendent amber eyes, which glow like honey from a beehive if his eyes catch a ray of light. His name came from his light brown fur is the color of dust. This fur allows him to easily blend into his surroundings. His twisted left forepaw, a birthing defect, is his main hinderance. While it does not give him trouble most of the time, it does prevent him from running as fast as other kits his size.

Fortunately, he does have one advantage--he had a massive body. His body shape is that of power and not of speed. If ever he becomes a warrior, he will be a force to be reckoned with because of the color of his pelt and his larger, more muscular build.

Dustyshade is ridden with great waves of mistrust and sadness, which evolved from his twisted limb. He does not fully trust anyone except for his family. Through this mistrust, he leads a very pessimistic lifestyle. The thing he hates the most is when people pity him because of his leg. He does not wish to be a victim of anyone's pity.

At first he truly had wanted to make a friend, but this desire faded as the fear of being shot down with laughter took over. Nowadays he is biting and harsh, the type of cat who only says nice things sarcastically and snaps at the simplest hello. Somehow though, through his mother's teachings he is still tolerant to she-cats; nonetheless, underneath that layer of kindness is a hurt and scared cat, who is filled with anger and reproach for all who dare to pity him.

What few know is that Dustyshade exhibits symptoms of what two-legs might call schizophrenia. He does well to hide it from others, but from himself? There's no chance. Often times, he hears a voice calling him away from reality, derailing him into his own, what a close friend once termed his "dark forest of despair." While Dustyshade found this a poor description for what he found a refuge, the name stuck. Simply put though, Dustyshade is a dissociative personality at its finest.

Dustykit was born into the family of Runningclaw and Cinderfoot with two sisters: Alderkit and Ashenkit. It was solely with his family that he bonded simply because all the other kits and apprentices seemed to laugh at him or pity him because of his leg. Even the queens seemed to look at him with a sorrowful glance. It was these actions that hurt him the most. It became now nearly impossible for him to trust any cat with his whole heart, and it was from this he most suffered as a kit.

At one point, both his mother and Alderkit came down with greencough. While he loved his sister Ashenkit dearly, he became rather fed up with only having one companion to talk to. This led him to try to befriend Falconclaw's apprentice Berrypaw. It was at this time that he was an apprentice under the Windclan deputy Soldierclaw. While he was a bit confused why he had been chosen of all cats to work under the deputy, it was what it was.

As an apprentice and somewhat into his warrior life he developed feelings for Soldierclaw's daughter Orangepaw and later Orangeshine. He tried to hide his crush from her, but eventually it came out that she liked him back. These words put him into total shock. He didn't find himself particularly lovable, a waste of love if anything. With this he separated himself from her. It didn't help that Orangeshine also developed some jealousy over his friendship with Lunarflash.

As a warrior, Ficklestar assigned him Galepaw as an apprentice. This was particularly confusing to him because as mentioned before, Dustyshade thought little of himself. His first question to his apprentice was a prime indicator of this. "So Galepaw, tell me the truth, are you alright with having me as your mentor?" In the end, Galepaw didn't seem to have a qualm with him as her mentor, but she did wonder sometimes why he was always off on his own and why his build seemed so inappropriate for a Windclan cat--massive, not slender like the others.

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Frigidscorn is a black as night she-cat. Often times cats on the battlefield will mistake her for a passing shadow because of her dark color. The only thing that hinders her shadow-like appearance are her piercing blue eyes. These eyes always show so much unbridled ferocity that her enemies will stop dead in their tracks.

As for her build, she is extremely muscular. While most might assume that she-cats are generally less-powerful than their male counterparts, that is the opposite in her case. She has no physical weakness as far as she is concerned; however, the truth is that the sunlight bothers her eyes, which is one of the many reasons she likes to work in the dark.

Her teeth and claws are possibly some of the sharpest in the entire forest. This is because she sharpens them every day- and night. She never knows when she'll need them.

Frigidscorn fits her name. She has always been a very caustic, hostile cat. There was no beginning to this attitude, except perhaps the day she was born. Her bitter personality has neither won her any fans nor any friends. The truth is, she would be happy as a loner if it was not for her dark ambition to become a clan leader.

It's not enough to say she's vain. She hates the world and everything in it, and the world seems to hate her right back. This probably led to her dark ambition. Frigidscorn wants to prove to the world that she is better than it. It seems that anyone who crosses this black cat is going to get very unlucky very quickly. She will not tolerate anyone getting in her way. Maybe that's why she's always the first cat to unsheathe her claws.

Her vile persona is the very reason why she is a mogul on the battlefield, using her brains and brawns to full capacity. Frigidscorn is very strategic as well. She believes that any battle can be won, even if that means that seemingly impossible actions have to be taken. Part of being a leader is creating battle tactics. She has trained her mind to see threats. Any cat that gets to powerful will be her first target. Her inner motto has always been: "Silence the threat first- ask questions later!"

Of course, there is always the nature of her bloodthirsty side.The thrill of the fray is alluring and rather irresistible for her. This isn't to say that she makes rash decisions though. She sees peace as a victory in itself; however, when in the heat of a battle, it overtakes her mind. Everything in her focuses on winning, planning, dodging, and slashing. It is for this that she yearns.

When Frigidscorn was born, she let out a yowl like none other. Her mother's body chilled at the ferocity of such a small kit. The little black monstrosity became Frigidkit. Soon after her mother died from whitecough.

Over the years she did the best to live up to her name. It was as though her heart had frosted over leaving nothing more than a hardened lump. The power-crazed she-cat wanted to prove to everyone in the forest that she was the best and a half. Nothing stood in her way. Even as an apprentice, young Frigidpaw was showing her inner drive. Instead of completing her apprentice training in six moons, it only took her two. She spent the other four planning her rise to power. While she had proved herself at a very young age the ShadowClan leader chose to wait until she had outgrown her apprentice-dom. After he made his decision she had wanted to give him a lesson he would never forget. The only thing that held Frigidpaw back was the warrior code. While she hungered for power more than for anything else, she respected the clan's tradition.

Once she became a full-fledged warrior it was only a matter of time before her first true battle as a ShadowClan warrior. When the time came she was fierce. Her opponent, a fairly young Windclan warrior, was no match for her fiery passion. Nothing would stand in the way of her ambition--nothing that is except for Starclan themselves.

Her first apprentice Blazepaw showed little promise, but he didn't last long. It was alright though because many moons back, she had met a promising young kit, Badgerkit. It seemed as though they shared similar beliefs as to how Shadowclan should be run. Perhaps she had even found her future deputy. The main snag she noticed was Badgerkit's sister, Mousekit. The she-kit was a goody-goody cat who did as she was told and never did anything wrong. She would have been the first to tattle if she heard anything, so Frigidscorn was very wary of her. A little bit later she took on Thunderkit as an apprentice, who seemed far more dedicated than his predecessor. The kit was blind, making training somewhat flustering, but she did a good job and trained her apprentice as she would any other cat.

All this time Frigidscorn had been plotting for the sake of Shadowclan, the only clan deserving of the forest. She cared nothing of Starclan or kit's tales. No, she wanted her clan to have power. Not the weaklings of Windclan or the pushover Thunderclanners or the wet rats of Riverclan. Just Shadowclan. In all her planning she'd only ever let a few cats in on her grand plans: Badgernose, Rockshadow, Scartail, and maybe a miscellaneous other or two. There was no need to share. The less others caught on the better. Eventually this plotting paid off and she became Shadowclan leader; instead of employing her dark apprentice Badgernose as the deputy she chose Cloudheart, a noble cat, so as to cover her trail.

When she hit seventy-five moons, she recognized it was time for her to acquire a real successor. The shadowy leader was still very quick on her paws, but she recognized that look in some of the warriors eyes, that familiar yearning for power that she had nursed for so long. She had to find a strong leader. Cloudheart simply wouldn't do. She needed someone who would listen to her and who would make wise decisions for the clan--perhaps even someone she could manipulate.

Gravesky was this cat. He chose his words carefully and his actions even more so. He was very mysterious in this way, and she admired that. The last cat she'd known of who was so strategic in deed was herself. The key with him was that he was not power hungry, he simply wanted the best for his clan. This was good because so long as she breathed, the frigid ruler would stand for nothing less than to be in charge, even only as a shadow to a puppet ruler.

None as of the reboot.

Blithespirit is a very fetching gray tabby she-cat with alluring green eyes that shine like morning dew on leaves and a sensitive light gray nose. She isn't exactly petite, but she's not very large either. Instead, her body is a nice balance of muscle and litheness. The only exception of this is her shorter, thicker legs. Her thicker, tabby pelt also adds a little bit to her fairly average sized frame. This she-cat's main weakness is that she suffers from epileptic seizures. They generally aren’t set off easily, but when she does have one, it takes her a little bit to get reoriented once she wakes up or comes out of it. That aside, she is a formidable fighter. Her lithe, yet muscular, build allows her to dodge as well as strike quickly with her very sharp black claws.

Although she could be considered a very pretty she-cat, her epilepsy keeps her humble. She tends to be very trusting and kind, but she has a way of seeing a cat's hidden intentions. The thing is, few cats aside from the Mender, Whispergrass, and the Chosen One, Copperfall. Even so, she tends to be very open with others, and she doesn't keep secrets (except for the fact that she has epilepsy). She can be very articulate when she needs to be, but generally speaking she is very quiet and self-controlled. The tabby always thinks about before she speaks up about things. For while she knows it is important to voice her opinions, she always evaluates the possible outcomes of what she says since words can be very powerful. Many young cats perceive her silence as stoniness or dislike towards them, but if one really gets to know her they see the kind, understanding cat that she ultimately is. The she-cat is a major optimist. She doesn’t let life get her down even when it is harsh—not living by some blind hope, but by a deeper serenity that lets her see clearly through trials and tribulations.

Blithekit came to Thunderclan when she was only a few days old. A patrol had found her by the Sunningrocks all alone. They assumed she was the forgotten child of some loners so they picked her up by the scruff of her neck and brought her to the nursery. There she was mothered by an elderly queen Spiritsong, whose kits had died of greencough. The two became very close as she grew and they became like any other mother and daughter though they had no blood relation at all. When the time came for Rapidfall's Circle to split, Spiritsong urged her to go because her intuition told her it was the right choice. Blithepaw readily agreed as she trusted her "mother's" desicions; however, when she found out that Spiritsong was too old to come with her she wanted to stay saying, "Wherever you stay, I will stay. Your clan will be my clan. Your resting place my home." The old she-cat replied, "Dear one, wherever you are you will be in my heart. You are my child whom I will never forget." After a little more arguing she convinced Blithepaw to go alone as she herself could not make the trek. Upon enterance into Rapidfall's Circle she became a rock. In memory of her surrogate mother, she asked to be named Blithespirit.
Her epileptic seizures tie into her history as well. She has deduced that when her mother left her alone in the forest it was because she had a seizure. Once she became unconcious her mother assumed that she was dead, so she left her right on the spot. During her time in Thunderclan, she had two seizures. The first one was not long after she was brought in. The medicine cat observed her condition and decided that it could well be, epilepsy, a rare sickness which made cats convulse sometimes leading to periods of unconciousness. Her conclusion was proved when Blithekit was about four moons and yet another seizure occured. This time the she-kit was unconcious for nearly two days. Spiritsong worked carefully to make sure that Blithekit's illness was concealed. She felt that if Blithekit wanted to make her disease known, she would. When the two cats parted ways, Spiritsong made sure that her adopted child was taken care of by making the illness known to the current medicine cat and leader of the Rapidfalls faction.

Her most recent seizure occurred when she was 18 moons. By then she thought she had outgrown the disease, but she was wrong. She was out on a patrol with a few other rocks. They were crossing the big thunderpath when it happened. If it wasn't for a brave rock, she would have been crowfood. The other cat's on the patrol were curious why she suddenly stopped moving that day for she showed no signs of illness. She just stood there with a slight neck twitch. When they asked her what happened she said she just got distracted for a moment. Since she is a fairly honest cat, they never mentioned it to anyone. Most of them have forgotten about it, but the memory still haunts her every time she hears the shrill scream of a monster.

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Gravesky is a snowshoe cat. This is to say he is a off-shoot Siamese-type cat. His clear, sky-blue eyes are framed with an almost mask-like black pattern on his face. That, in combination with his black nose creates a mark almost like that of a skull on his maw. The rest of his soft, short-haired pelt is a sandy-tinted cream, save for his white underbelly and paws.

If a two-leg were to observe Gravesky they might remember a famous two-leg that said to "speak softly and carry a big stick." This is true because while he may be somewhat large in size, his voice is rather quiet, and he says little. This, along with his soulful blue-eyes, make him appear very wise and understanding.

This appearance of wisdom is luckily also matched by a knack for wisdom. Cats who go to Gravesky for advice will not be disappointed. On top of this he is also very well-tempered and slow to anger. He rarely speaks, and when he does his words hold weight. This is because, to the cream-pelted cat,words without meaning are void. The elders always quote how younger cats waste their words, and yet they too prattle on about senseless things. Their thinking is muddled by unimportant things. This isn't to say that Gravesky looks down on them. Hardly, he holds a great respect for all the other cats in his clan; however, he does make a point to stay clear-headed, intentional, and direct, which, of course, makes him a wonderful strategist. On another point, Gravesky has never been power-hungry in his life, his only goal was to help others attain this sense of clear-headedness that he possessed. Perhaps, this is why no cat raised a paw when he was appointed leader.While a handful of cats in the clan viewed Frigidscorn as being dubious, Gravesky was the epitome of wisdom and thought. He was a cat that could be trusted to take good care of the clan.

Beyond all the qualities that make him a wise leader though, Gravesky does have short-falls. These issues he takes special care to cover up. One, for example, is the fact that he trusts no one. This may seem odd given all of his very positive qualities, but as he grew in wisdom the thing that he learned most is that others will fail you. They certainly may try their best, but you must always have a back up plan, and you should never leave something in another cat's paws that could ruin you. This is part of why he spoke so little. Words make a cat most vulnerable. Words make smart cats look idiotic and make prideful cats into jokes. Words are truly the greatest danger.

Words are only part of the issue though. While the tom tends to be very well-tempered and relaxed, he absolutely cannot stand excuses or lazy cats. While he does not say anything to reprimand those cats, he does keep a mental tally of who dilly-dallies the most. This helps him determine who gets an apprentice or another special honor and who gets to go on patrols of any sort. This also decides who he speaks to or is willing to give wisdom too. Many cats come to him for advice, and normally he will give some short advice despite being rather terse; however, if a cat is on his "lazy" list he will dismiss them as quickly as possible and sometimes skimps on the proper advice because he feels they will fail to use it properly anyway. Somewhat relative to this is that he hates being talked down to and being treated like one of those simple-minded, lazy cats.

When his litter was born, his fellow kits mewled up a storm. Gravekit, on the other hand, was extremely taciturn. This is what earned him his name. He was the very definition of serious. He realized quickly that kits were thought of as "nothings" in the clan, and that was not what he wanted. He wanted to become "something" and so he began to learn. While other kits sped about and played, Gravekit was consulting the elders for their greatest insights and discussing with the queens their best living advice. He realized quickly that by gaining knowledge, he gained respect.

Because of his discipleship to learning, Frigidscorn had given Gravekit an unusual honor. At the age of five moons he was apprenticed out to one of her favorite warriors. She recognized how sharp a learned he was and he recalled briefly an encounter in which she had told him she had great plans for him. That all seemed odd, but he made it a point to continue his learning the best he could under his new mentor. Unfortunately, the apprenticeship process was not as tedious as he had hoped. He wanted to be challenged but everything just seemed to come easily. He had been quite irritated with his leader at one point, and this was the only time he had ever spoken out in anger to an older cat, let alone a cat in such a high position, but the leader just smirked and explained that this was why she had told him she had plans for him.

At his warrior ceremony, Frigidscorn gave him the name Gravesky due to the sky-like quality of his eyes, his most notable quality. It was certainly a good name, though it did irk him a bit that some of the younger cats nicknamed him "Gravy", whatever that meant. Despite this, as a warrior he excelled. Every day he earned a deeper respect for his clan and grew in respect for those around him. All this time he'd been accumulating bits of wisdom, and so now, finally, as a warrior, other cats were coming to him for advice. It was a most exciting feeling being able to inspire and help others.

It was no surprise that he was quickly given an apprentice. His apprentice, to his surprise, was much unlike him, the disciplined warrior. His apprentice was quick to act and spoke almost constantly. Were it not for the fact he was so good at and putting his emotions behind him, he would have gone mad. The good news was that his apprentice was not lazy. That would have sent him over the edge. He can fix anything but laziness, for his was only to instruct. If the cat could not deal with his own issues and apply the advice, the apprentice would never grow into the warrior he was meant to be.

At 28 moons, Gravesky was a warrior entering his prime. Frigidscorn took note of this, and when a new deputy was needed, he was the first choice on her list, both greatly respected in the clan and in her eyes a strategist prodigy. In his tenure as deputy, he slowly began to catch on to the fact that she had some ulterior motives. At first it was only here or there, but one particular conversation made it fairly clear what her motives were for him. When she finally stepped down it was no surprise to him that she continued to make "suggestions" to him.

As a leader he has had a bit of a difficult time between the diseases going around and the more recent lack of prey. When it came time for him to choose his deputy he chose Nightrun because he seemed to keep a rather cool head most of the time and that was one of his most desired qualities in a cat. While the clan is still undergoing many tribulations, he as great hope for the future.