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§| i see nothing in your eyes»

Midnightstorm follows suit to his name. Across his body the deep color of black covers, blending him into the night like a fainting shadow. Almost nothing interupts this pure color or midnight until one reaches his chest and face, where both have impurities to taint with. His chest is flicked with a few silver guard hairs, just enough where at times a silver white splotch can form. Around his right eye there is also a lighter gray streak, as if someone had taken their paw and swipped him across it to leave the stain. His muzzle is decorated with black and gray whiskers alike. The end of his tail has also an interruption of color, for the end of his tail turns to a lighter gray. Midnightstorm's fur is thick despite its appearance, and seldom thins out to what he would like in leaf-green.

§| and the more i see the less i like»

The tom's body is carried above others due to long legs, and seeming to match his long legs his tail is longer then others too. He seems like a lean cat, which he is, carrying almost an appearance that should belong in WindClan. His body is liethe and agile, made more for running and climbing then standing ground and fighting. This is not to say he is not able to, for muscle etches into every part of him. The male's long legs are ended in well sized paws, but the paws are ended in odd ebony claws, rather then the normal ivory. Midnightstorm's jaw is well angulated with his face, forming a small spear head like shape. Long pearls remain normally hidden behind his muzzle, but will easily show when angered. Large ears are perched at the normal positions of a cat, small ear tufts ending each. Lastly, faded gray blue eyes stare out to the world, bringing in the last part of his name, Storm. His eyes resemble the sky just before a storm will break, and occasionally his eyes to change colors, but very lightly and rarely. All that really changes is how dark the gray appears in his eyes, or how bright his faded blue shows.

§| is it over yet, in my head?»

To finish this tom, scars. Although some may consider Midnightstorm to still be a young warrior, he has earned scars over his 32 moons. The only real scar that is easily visible is the one that is rested on the top and side of his neck, flaunting just how close he had come with death once in his life time. Fur manages to grow through some of the scar tissue, hidding it from partial view, but one can still see the gruesome pink/white despite that. Thankfully, it doesn't prevent a full view of motion, but occasionally, after a fight or just a hard day, it wil throb and cause him slight pain. Other scars seem to be few on him, at least, the ones visible. Most dot his shoulders, and the occasional scatter his rump.

§| i know nothing of your kind»

Quiet and sincere, Midnightstorm may come off to one as seemingly older then he really is. Rarely does this tall tom raise his voice above a normal conversational tone, and when he does turn to a yell it is always for something needing to be heard, whether it be a yowl to quiet the apprentices because he is trying to speak or a catterwaul of warning to his Clanmates. In any situation, if one hears Midnightstorm's tone rise, they had better listen. Perhaps it is because of this mutedness that seems to follow Midnightstorm around some cats shy away from him, thinking that maybe he isn't someone to be close to because they never open up. They are wrong though, because anyone in ThunderClan would know that Midnightstorm is a trustworthy tom, and a normally friendly tom. It is just that he prefers to not speak unless needed as to not clutter the clearing with unnecessary noise.

§| and i won't reveal your evil mind»

Loyal down to the last fur on his pelt this warrior will not do anything against the Warrior Code or his Clan unless he absolutely thinks that it must be done. He follows the Warrior Code as close as he can, straying very rarely. And although he tries to deny it to himself as much as he can Midnightstorm knows, deep down, that he does this because he wants to make sure the Clan does trust him. As strange as it sounds, he did have a loner mother before she joined the clan, and every once in a while one can catch a glimpse of Midnight muttering to himself about it. He just wants to make sure they know that he will be loyal to the Clan and Code, always. If he sees another straying from the Warrior Code he may even contradict them, as would any other cat he hopes. Midnightstorm is firm with his beliefs, in StarClan and in his friends. Due to this he will not turn his back on either, and when needed will fight with tooth and claw to the death to guard what he thinks is right. This is not to say that he will not occasionally betray you though, but he would never say anything to another warrior. No, it would have to be a high ranking, either Medicine cat or Leader, because even though he does respect the deputy Midnight prefers to take it to those who it will directly pertain to, and those that will have the immediate power to do something. Occasionally Midnightstorm may try to take things into his own paws, but rarely will do so if he knows or thinks there is a chance that it will affect the Clan. With him, the Clan will always come first, just as it should in his opinion.

§| is it over yet?»

When alone by himself or with his closest companions Midnight can step away from his norm and loosen up to have a good time. It's rare though, because with him he always feels the need to be helping do something. The times he does decide he needs to himself are normally the times he needs to escape from some form of stress, and perhaps due to this when alone Midnightstorm could come off almost as a depressed cat, remaining silent and often just staring off into nothing, thinking. Although, once another cat comes around he slips back into just the quiet sincerity, pushing his own emotions away for them. Midnight is a very caring cat to those he likes, despite what some may think. He will always be there to listen to what you have to say, even if it is as stupid as someone saying the sky was falling. And if he thinks it's needed or someone asks for it he'll give you advice also.

§| i can't win»

Around queens and kits is where the black tom opens up finally to let himself smile and enjoy life. He respects queens for what they do for the Clan, as strange as that may sound, he is always glad to hear when a female warrior is moving to the nursery because her kits will soon be coming, even if it means more duties will fall on each warrior. And kits, don't even get him started on kits. Even if they, to others, are the most annoying, loud, rambuncious fuzzballs in the world Midnightstorm loves each of them, unless they chew on his tail one too many times. Never would he intentionally harm a kit or queen, although he may gently cuff either of them to make his point. Midnight will always listen when queens tell him to leave or to do something for them, and he may even do things the kits tell him if only to make them happy. If anyone threatens any of his Clans kits he will defend them like a father, because to him he feels like their father. When around the nursery is when one can see Midnightstorm out of his norm, because he will do anything the kits want really.

§| so sacrifice yourself, and let me have what's left»

The last part to Midnightstorm is the part that few would ever want to see. This point is only intensified by the fact that because Midnightstorm almost never loses his cool when he does it is extremely far from his normal. If you manage to make Midnightstorm angry you must have done something awfully bad, because he is a normally forgiving tom. He really has two forms to his anger. The first is where he will shut himself off from the Clan completely, bristling with the rage he feels but stalking away because he knows that he can't let himself flip at that time. He won't talk, and generally calms down in a day or less time. The second form of his anger is the one that can easily frighten those that know him, because he will flip out, and although he will more then likely not go to the length of starting a fight, if pushed he will. In this form Midnightstorm will opening snarl and hiss at the cat(s) that provoked this reaction, letting his opinion be known. If he doesn't start a fight with the cat he will leave camp and end up more then likely clawing out some poor trees bark, or going on a mad search to find prey to kill. He tries his best to keep his anger down though, because he generally feels guilty about losing his cool, and will often apologize for doing so after he returns. In fights Midnightstorm uses his agility more then his strength, dashing in and out, jumping around or over his enemies, or even slipping under them. He has a somewhat high pain tolorence, but at the same time may not realize how wounded he is until he collapses due to the injuries. Basically, he fights using his mind more then just driving on instinct.

§| i know that i can find the fire in your eyes»

Nearly 44 moons ago, Midnightstorm's mother joined ThunderClan as a young loner of only roughly 15 moons. She trained hard, and eventually managed to secure a spot within the Clan warriors, having shown her loyalty time and time again in not only border patrol fights between ShadowClan and RiverClan, but following the Warrior Code as strictly as any leader and caring for each cat in her Clan despite her own feelings ot them. And in a further act of loyalty, his mother let Elkstar bestow to her the second half of her name to signify she was indeed a warrior. Skyfeather had finally become a warrior, and she proved to her clan that she was as loyal as any cat could be. It was only roughly twelve moons later when she found love within the Clan, and that was when Midnightstorm was born. His father was Graythunder, a strong and large tom. Midnightstorm was born with a brother, Wingkit. Wingkit was bulkier then his brother, but his pelt was a lighter color, a faint silver gray. One could tell that Midnightkit and Wingkit were most definitely Graythunder’s and Skyfeather’s kin.

§| i'm going all the way»

They grew quickly under the supervision of their parents, Midnightkit the calm and thinking, Wingkit the reckless and hyper. To say the least Skyfeather was happy when they finally left the nursery, one because she was longing so desperately to be back in the warriors den, the other that Wingkit was notorious for attempting to dig through the bramble of the nursery walls, claiming that he was testing their defenses. Elkstar made the two apprentices the moment they reached six moons. Midnightpaw’s mentor was Foxtail, and he was not exactly easy on his apprentice. Wingpaw was assigned to Needlefur.

§| get away, please»

Midnightpaw progressed in his training quickly, and to say the least was possibly one of the best behaved apprentices in the clan. He was rambunctious occasionally yes, but what apprentice isn't? Foxtail trained the tom sternly, sometimes working his apprentice to near collapse. But he was never cruel, and always knew when to help Midnightpaw. The moons began passing, and soon Midnightpaw was sitting at almost 11 moons. He was proving to be a fine apprentice, and most definately the tallest of them too. And then finally, he got to put his training to test. A border patrol found ShadowClan cats straying a little to far in ThunderClan territory. Midnightpaw's patrol fell onto the invaders before they knew what was exactly going on. He took a nasty blow to his left shoulder, leaving a few small scars there today, but Midnightstorm can most certainly say he left the other cat with scars too. Midnightpaw felt like he had accomplished everything he could at the moment he drove away a ShadowClan warrior, not apprentice, but warrior. He returned to his camp, injured and limping, but tail and head high.

§| you take the breath right out of me»

2 more moons rolled by, and Midnightpaw knew he'd soon become a warrior with his brother Wingpaw. Midnightpaw and his brother went to a gathering, and that was the gathering that he noticed her. Fleckedtail was part of his own clan, and Midnightpaw knew the young warrior well. He had, on numerous occasions, been hunting with her or patrolled with her. But that Gathering.. Midnightpaw doesn't remember why she had called out against one of the opposing leaders, but he remembers well the awe she had inspired within him, the deep respect, as she had stood below the Great Rock, arguing tooth and claw her belief. He had never seen a cat look so.. enchanting, yes, he had used that word to describe her once. She was positively enchanting to him. Midnightpaw left the Gathering in a slight daze, telling Wingpaw it was just because he had eaten a bad mouse.

§| you left a hole where my heart should be»

Midnightstorm became a warrior within the moon after the Gathering, and that is so far the proudest moment of his life. At the time Elkstar had still been able to perform the ceremonies, and as the younger but taller tom had ducked his head to be accepted he remembered the quivering excitement coarsing through him. A warrior! Midnight could barely restrain himself for his and his brother Wingsong's vigil. Even grumpy Foxtail had lightened as he saw his apprentice change before his eyes to the calm warrior he nearly is today. The next day, Midnightstorm and Wingsong took up the duties of a warrior, slipping into the life as if they had been there all along. And now, Midnightstorm had more time for Fleckedtail.

§| you gotta fight just to make it through»

Days passed since Midnightstorm had become a warrior, and then he and his brother were hit with a hard blow. Foxtail, Needlefur, and Skyfeather had gone on a border patrol to RiverClan to see the flooding, for it was turning to newleaf at that time. They had spotted a RiverClan cat hunting on their side of the flood waters, and before Skyfeather could put in any reasonable responce Foxtail and Needlefur went charging down, hissing and spitting as they lept at the cat. The she-cat yowled in fury, but was quickly driven back to the awaiting waters. In a last attempt to get her off their territory Needlefur flung herself at the RiverClan cat, landing on her back for a brief moment before the she-cat plunged into the flood waters. Foxtail rushed down, staring at the waters with Skyfeather warily hanging back. A moment later they saw the RiverClan she-cat bob to the surface, paddling strongly and looking around, eyes wide. But Needlefur didn't resurface, and soon Foxtail wadded into the current, yowling. The RiverClan cat knew that she had to help, and soon began diving down, trying to find her. Foxtail ran down the shore and lept into the water as he saw Needlefur resurface, yowling in terror. The remaining she-cats quickly moved down there, but when they reached them Needlefur and Foxtail were lying on the bank, unmoving. Despite everything Skyfeather asked the RiverClan cat to help her take them back to camp after they had tried everything to get either of the cats to breathe. The she-cat complied, and so Foxtail and Needlefur had been drug into camp. Later the medicine cat said that Needlefur had drown and Foxtail had exhausted his weakened heart too soon after getting over greencough. Midnightstorm and Wingsong grieved equally, and Midnightstorm soon turned to Fleckedtail for comfort.

§| cause i will be the death of you»

A moon passed, and both the boys were recovering from the loss. They were easily welcomed, and Midnightstorm felt that finally even those that did not appreciate his non-clan roots were warming up. Fleckedtail also seemed to be opening up more and more to the younger tom, and soon whenever they could go on a patrol together they did. Graythunder and Skyfeather were proud of their kits, and it was even more apparent by the two when Wingsong seemed to take an interest in another ThunderClan she-cat. The heat of leaf green bore down on them now, drying the river floods away and sending prey hiding during the day. Midnightstorm and Fleckedtail were hunting together when Fleckedtail randomly turned to him and stared. Midnight was in a good mood, so he had simply asked what she wanted. But Fleckedtail's voice remained low, and her face expressionless as she quietly muttered beneath her breath, "I will get you..." Midnight was un-nerved slightly by her chilling tone, but before he could ask what she meant she lept over him, and the startled squeeling behind him made him turn around. Between her paws she held two mourning doves, which she killed quickly before looking at him. Her green eyes shone as her calico pelt lit up under the sun, her head tilted a little in question. Midnightstorm shook his head, "Nothing." he mumbled before stalking away once more to find more prey.

§| this will all be over soon»

Leaf-fall arrived, and with it an early sickness struck. Graythunder came down with it heavily, his long gray fur losing the shine it held, his once bulky body reduced by the racking cough. Midnightstorm, Wingsong, and Skyfeather all knew fairly well that Graythunder wouldn't live through the cough, it had already claimed Wingsong's to-be mate. And he didn't last, unfortunately, a few days later the once great tom succumbed to the infection. The family greaved heavily, moving to burry him after their vigil. They held to each other for comfort, and Midnightstorm no longer went with Fleckedtail alone during that month. Skyfeather lost weight, hardly touching her food, while Midnighstorm shut himself off from everyone in the Clan. Wingsong tried his best to return to normal. Once the pain and sickness passed, they regrouped themselves and continued on, putting the Clan first.

§| pour salt into the open wound»

That ending of that leaf-bare is the leaf bare that Midnightstorm earned his scar on his neck. Fleckedtail, Skyfeather, and Midnightstorm went out of camp on a border patrol, planning to pick Wingsong up on their way for he was hunting. Fleckedtail fell back, saying she would go get him and catch up soon. Midnightstorm and Skyfeather continued onward, not doubting the she-cat one bit. Half-way to the border of ShadowClan though Skyfeather's ears shot up, and Midnightstorm reacted immediately. Faintly, on the breeze, a shriek could just be heard before adruptly ending. The kin raced towards the sound, crashing through the undergrowth, patrol forgotten. They ran head long into Fleckedtail, whose paws and chest were stained with blood but eyes only staring at them wildly in fear. "S-ShadowClan!" she panted, "ShadowClan snuck onto our land, and, oh there were too many, and, Wingsong! You have to help Wingsong!" Skyfeather didn't wait, racing into the undergrowth toward where Fleckedtail had sped from. But Midnightstorm held back for a moment, watching Fleckedtail beside him. Was that triumph she saw in her eyes? No, no it couldn't be. He pushed after his mother, Fleckedtail following.

§| is it over yet, let me in»

Skyfeather's cry of horror echoed just as Midnightstorm lept out of the bushes beside her. Wingsong's belly was torn open, blood soaking into the ground beside the still silver warrior. Legs weak, Midnight padded toward his brother just as his mother released another screaming cry. Fleckedtail hung back, tail on the ground and ears flattened against the emotions. Skyfeather's voice echoed around Midnight as he burried his nose within his brother's flank. "Wingsong, my Wingsong, who did this to you, oh why Wingsong." her voice broke and she only collapsed beside her remaining kit, head rubbing against the unbloodied part of Wingsong's thigh. Midnight, his mind clouded with grief, turned to look at Fleckedtail. "Where did the warriors go.." he barely forced himself to mutter. But just then he heard a snarling hiss intake from Skyfeather before seeing his white and silver blotched mother crash into Fleckedtail, raking claws down her length. Confussion clouded the tom's mind more as he saw Fleckedtail fight back as if fighting an enemy Clan, not a denmate.

§| so sacrifice yourself and let me have whats left»

He snapped out of it when he saw his mother's blood flash into the air from her face. "STOP, BOTH OF YOU!" His voice rose into an octave of tone never used by him, and his call reverberated on the tree trunks as the females broke apart, spitting and lashing their tails. Skyfeather's left eye was closed, deep gouges traveling down that side of her face. Fleckedtail's sides and belly bled heavily from where his mother's claws had felled. "WHAT is going ON!" Midnight's voice was desperate, yet holding an icy tone of commandment that made Fleckedtail flinch. Skyfeather spat one word. "Murder!" before throwing herself at Fleckedtail again, but now the older she-cat stood onto her hind paws before using one to push Skyfeather to the ground. Then her full weight fell onto the other she-cat's throat and head, and Midnightstorm watched horrified as her talons left their slashes there. His mother tried to move, but Fleckedtail held her down, watching Midnightstorm now before a glint tinted her eyes.

§| i know that i can find, the fire in your eyes»

Understanding clicked, and Midnight could hardly believe it. "B-but I loved you!" he choked out, for a moment making Fleckedtail's gaze uncertain. She shook her head. "No, you don't even know that word." and then her calico body shot forward toward him. All the moons of training left Midnightstorm as he saw her green eyes a last time before he felt her fangs fasten into the side of his throat. His paws left the ground, and he was thrown into a tree. The tom fell to the ground, limp and feeling the hot blood trickling through his fur as blackness snagged the edges of his vision. The enraged hiss from his mother was nearly not heard as he watched Fleckedtail walk up to him. He tried to stand, only to fall limp once more as her muzzle lowered to his ear. "I...I thought... kits!" Midnight choked out as blood bubbled in his mouth, making him splutter. "I'll let them live. But they won't know you, they'll never know that foul rogue blood taints them." Midnight saw white and silver as his mother lept onto the calico, and he slipped into unconciousness.

§| i'm going all the way»

Midnightstorm's mind swam even in unconciousness. Fleckedtail had killed Wingsong, and now was trying to kill the rest of his family! But why! he wailed as he stood, suddenly in a dream. He was still in the place where the fight he knew raged, but there was nothing here. Until he saw a silver pelt melt from the trees and walk towards him. Fear coursed through him, so hot that he feared he would collapse as he recognized Wingsong. "B-brother!" Wingsong looked at him, and slowly Midnightstorm realized blood was beginning to fall from his belly. "Brother! Why! Why is Fleckedtail killing us-Wait! Am I dead? Is this...StarClan?" Midnightstorm looked around fearfully, shrinking on the ground before looking at his bleeding brother, feeling the urge to purge arrising but holding it back. Wingsong shook his head, and opened his mouth to speak. But then his form melted into Fleckedtail, and the calico Midnightstorm loved was jumping at him again, fangs tainted in blood.

§| get away, please»

Terrifying shrieks errupted from Midnightstorm as he thrashed awake as best as he could, finding himself in the medicine cat den. But his eyes were covered, and everything was black, and Midnightstorm felt another blood-curtling screech leave him before comforting licks covered his body, his mother's scent drifting around him. He settled into convulsing, shaking in terror as he heard her voice. "Midnightstorm, Midnight! Calm down, I'm here, listen to me, I'm here. I won't leave you..." But Midnightstorm was already tearing at whatever covered his eyes with his paws. When he blinked them open, everything was blurry, and nothing came into focus. He realized he was talking, and shut his mouth. What had he been saying? His mother's body wrapped around him, tail curving over his mouth. "Shh, calm down. She's gone Midnightstorm, Fleckedtail is dead. She won't hurt you, and I'm fine. Now listen, Midnight, please, sleep. I'll tell you everything once you've healed. Knowing his mother wouldn't do anything until he did, the warrior slept, aware that more scents had wafted around him. He picked out the medicine cat and a few warriors, more then likely drawn by his shrieking. But then, a fainter scent mingled with starlight, and as he slipped asleep he could have sworn to StarClan his brother was there beside him, murmuring a hushed "I'm here."

§| you take the breath right out of me»

When Midnightstorm awoke once more days had slipped past. He was told by his mother that they had thought he had died because he had slept so long, but knew he had not because of his mutterings. The sight of her hurt him; her fur was ripped out on both shoulders, revealing the gouges left by Fleckedtail, the left side of her face was wrapped in cobweb, and her throat let it be known of the crimson wound etched there. He wasn't in much better condition, she told him when he asked. His necked was so swathed in cobwebs it was hard for him to move it at all. His hind legs throbbed in pain, and on inspection he found horse tail holding one of them in place. A sprain, his mother told him, nothing serious. But when he questioned about Fleckedtail and Wingsong, her eyes clouded. "They're dead, Midnightstorm. They're in the clearing.. We've waited to bury them with you." When the tom padded out there it was hard to believe Fleckedtail was Fleckedtail. Although she had been groomed and laid peacefully, her ears were shredded and tail at the wrong angle. And one could see, despite their best attempts to hide, the clumps of fur missing around her throat and stomach, which he assumed to be what killed her. His brother was better, and he could hardly believe he was dead. After paying vigil for them, he, Skyfeather, and anyone that had been friends with either burried them. No one said anything of Fleckedtail's betrayal, and only later did Midnightstorm wonder if it was because his mother had requested.

§| you left a hole where my heart should be»

Over the next moons both cats healed up. The scars formed, and the attitudes changed. Midnightstorm turned quieter, and a darker side of himself formed, the side that dwelled on the past and asked for the blood to be repaid to his brother. Midnightstorm keeps it in check, and has never allowed it to get out of hand. The Warrior Code became the priority in his life, and his Clan quickly followed even though now it seemed his once loner mother's blood mattered. Cats gave him rueful glares, while others could only look at him and barely hide the grief at his change of attitude. Skyfeather was outcast by some of the warriors, saying that she should have died, not Fleckedtail. Midnight never understood why, and still doesn't. But more moons passed, and the pain faded. Just as the Clan continued, Skyfeather and Midnightstorm did too.

§| you gotta fight just to make it through»

Finally, only maybe two moons ago, when Midnightstorm brought Fleckedtail up to his mother she only shook her head. "Why did she want us dead?" Skyfeather shook her head again, sighing before wrapping her tail around her only remaining kit. Silently, she lead him away from camp and to the bottom of the Sunningrocks. "Midnightstorm, I was once a loner. You know this. Fleckedtail thought I shouldn't be allowed into the clan because of it. And she didn't want our 'impure blood' to taint ThunderClan" She spat lightly before turning bright blue eyes on him. "But, Midnight. I think she really did care about you, because after all, she was going to have your kits." Midnightstorm could only shake that off and stand up, walking away. When Skyfeather turned to follow, she shook his head, calling over his shoulder. "I'm fine, just give me time to think."

§| cause i will be the death of you»

Midnightstorm is now 32 moons old. He lives with ThunderClan in the safety of his own mind. He has not taken a mate since Fleckedtail, and appears not to plan on it any time soon. Skyfeather ((if allowed: remains in ThunderClan as a warrior, scarred but every bit determined as her son. -i may make her later if allowed-)) ((if not allowed: passed away last moon from her own heart troubles, her heart giving out on her after she had been in a border skirmish.)) But the tom lives on strongly, and occasionally thinks back on his past. Otherwise, he lives happily in ThunderClan, remaining the tom that some talk to, and others not so much.

Midnightstorm quietly padded through his forest home, his black fur glowing only briefly as he passed through shade and sun. Faded gray blue eyes scanned surrounding, but he already knew where his paws were taking him. A sigh died in his throat at the warrior lifted his head, the scar on his neck twitching a little bit as he did before he broke into a run. Prey scent swathed over him, but he wasn't out on a hunting patrol. Right now, he was out to clear his head. Leithe form darted around ferns, agile paws were not misplaced when he lept over fallen trees. It was as if the black tom was part of the forest, and the forest was part of him.

Black paws flew over the ground, and his breath soon began to come in small, nearly silent gasps. But the running was helping, the sheer feel of the power he held as his muscles coiled and uncoiled, he felt alive again. Unsheathing his claws in preperation of what he knew would be coming soon the tall male lept on top of a stump before coming to an adrupt stop. Panting, Midnightstorm opened his mouth to bring in air and scents all around him. His talons dug into the rotting wood, tail twisting and twitching to make sure he kept his balance. He could see it now, making his heart pull in preperation once more. After another heartbeat he jumped to the ground and hit it running.

Agility on his side Midnightstorm narrowly avoided a tree that had come in his path after he had looked over his shoulder. Twisting around its looming monstrosity he finally reached where he wanted to be. The tom slowed now, slowed to a walk as he let his claws sheath in momentarily. The light gray tip of his tail twitched back and forth as he walked forward towards where he had been running to. A huge sycamore loomed in front of him, it's branches stretching many, many tail-lengths up. It was even taller then a monster, maybe even two. But to Midnightstorm, it was where he wanted to be, and honestly not that high.

Walking up to the great tree he calmed his breathing before putting one paw up on the bark. "Wingsong.. perhaps you can still be here?" Midnightstorm's baritone voice rang quietly as birdsong mingled with it. Blinking once the ThunderClan tom unsheathed his claws into the tree before standing onto his hind legs, resting the other forepaw against the age old bark. And then he began to climb, scrabling up the trunk almost like a squirrel. It was what his body was made for it seemed, it was made for running and climbing. A slightly slip brought his mind to a screeching halt as he clung to the bark, claws digging deeper into the wood before hauling himself up again. The lowest branch was a leap away, maybe three tail-lengths more up. His breathing was again ragged, every breath like fire. But the pain felt good, he knew he was still alive once more.

Finally the black tom hauled himself onto the lowest branch of the tree, and as he stood on the branch, the wind shaking it and his fur, he didn't feel the fear of falling. Lifting his chin he let the wind carress him, and opening his mouth dragged in scents. For a moment, a fleeting moment, he could have sworn the scent of his brother danced across, and that almost made the warrior tom sway. But his daggers dug in at the moment, and the midnight tom flattened himself to the branch. A content sigh slipped from him as the gentle wind once more blew, and as he flattened his ears and closed his eyes he gently sighed out under his breath. "..Thank you, Brother.."

((omg that's crap -dies- but eh, it's getting me into his character. they'll get better i swear!))

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can your cat's parent(s) be from out of clan, but your cat be born in clan? if not, i can change his history a bit, but it might be a little...difficult.. sorry. x_X..