a shadow's hiding place

[` `shadsywadsy.]

I currently have 3 toms and 3 she-cats to make a total of 6 cats.

A Z R A E L

But time will never wait.
I learned the hard way,
cause I don't recognize
the face in front of me
I'll drown in my tear storming sea,
THAT - WOULD - SHOW - YOU - THAT - WOULD - MAKE - YOU - HURT - LIKE - ME !

I answer only to Azrael
I have honored StarClan for 20 moons
I have earned the position of rogue.
I am colored with the midnight sky.
You drown in my eyes of gray.
StarClan made me a tom.

The clan I am loyal to is none.
My father was Cass.
My mother was Duchess.
My sister is Ashdapple.

all the same
I - DON'T - WANT - MUDSLINGING GAMES !

>>built

Agility and strength. A combo of the two are rarely found in a feline. Some of both can normally be scrounged up, but the a good, gentle mix of both can be very rare. They would need strong leg muscles, but not too strong so they won't be in the way of aerodynamics. The feline would need to be lithe. They would need to be able to not only sprint but also have great endurance. This is the build of Azrael. He is strong and fast. His muscles are clearly defined and protrude from his fur as he walks, rippling and flexing with every movement.

>>pelt

Raven. Ebony. Onyx. Sable. Ink. All of these words could be used to describe the color of Azrael's fur. The most common word to describe him in general would be black. Black as coal. His fur is short and slick. He is raven from head to toe, not another color hidden in his pelt of even a blemish anywhere. He has several scars on his side and neck, but they only add to the dark air that surrounds him.

>>eyes and face

Azrael has a very uncommon eye color. They are a stormy gray, seeming to always be swirling. Even though they aren't, of course. They are merciless and cold, never showing any emotion. They fit him well, giving him the air of mystery and a certain appeal. They are on the thinner and wider side, but not by much. They slant slightly, giving him a menacing look. Most cats think eyes are the doorway to the heart, but such is not the case with Azrael. They are empty. Empty as can be. (I looked up cats having gray eyes, in case someone had a question, and here is where I found my answer.)

it's such a shame
TO - LET - YOU - WALK - AWAY !

>>Respect.

If it's anything this tom has, it's respect. He respects everyone who shows respect to him. In fact, he'll respect even those with the nastiness reputations until the moment they disrespect him. He was taught this way, and he earns the respect of many by doing so. Though, once you disrespect him he turns into a distasteful, disastrous smart ass tom. He knows a cat's weaknesses, and does not mind exploiting them once they open the door for him, too. He can be quite the fiery little furball. As a tom, though, he respects she-cats more so than any other type of cat. He always has, and always will. He hates to see a she-cat be mistreated, and refuses to do anything of that sort.

>>Charisma.

He got this trait from his father. He has an aura of mystery that surrounds him, engulfs him. It practically breathes around him. This draws cats in, and his emotionless eyes only further add to the mystery of Azrael. No one knows of his past, other than who his father is. His smile, a white-toothed grin that looks misplaced on his empty face, makes him seem welcoming. His soft, soothing voice, entrances his listeners. All of this combined makes him that tom. The tom that she-cats flock to, but never get. The tom that other toms hate and love at the same time. However, he is not by any means perfect.

>>Temper.

Azrael also got his temper from his father. He looses patience quickly, and when his patience is gone, trust me when I say you better run. He is a fierce tom with excellent fighting skills and he is not afraid to use them when it comes down to it. He cares for every living thing, and will try his best to only fight as a last resort, but politics and diplomacy is not his strong suit. He is a classic hothead with means to kill. To put it simply, he is not be to messed with.

is there a chance
A - FRAGMENT - OF - LIGHT - AT - THE - END - OF - THE - TUNNEL !

>>kit-hood

Azrael was born to a rogue father and kittypet mother. He was raised with his mother, Duchess, who taught him to love and car and respect. Duchess was not a fluffy white Persian cat who has a sweet voice. Oh no. Duchess was a scraggly, dark tabby she-cat with a rough and scratchy voice. But no one doubted her love for her only kit. She taught him of the world, and how cruel it good be. She walked him around the neighborhood and would always answer his questions, no matter how pestering they could be. She was a gentle and patient cat, so unlike his father. In the beginning, he was raised to love and care.

>>apprentice-hood

When Azrael turned 10 moons old, his father came for him one especially chilly day. He was out on a walk with his mother when she stopped in her tracks. A midnight figure stood in the middle of the sidewalk, waiting for their approach. It was a massive tom (bigger than Azrael had ever seen), and quite intimidating. Cass. His mother's voice was scared, and he had not known his mother to ever be scared. He ran up to the figure, clawing the tom aimlessly. It only made his father laugh. He picked up the kicking and screaming Azrael and waved goodbye to the frozen Duchess. I've got what I came for. The words were spoken through a mouthful of fur, but Duchess understood them perfectly.

After a while, Cass let Azrael go. Who are you? Why do you take me away from my mother? Cass plainly answered with the truth, and not another word was said. Azrael followed his father blindly into the city. It was there that his father taught him how to fight and hate. He taught him how she-cats really should be treated (though Azrael never believed him on that one.) Everything his mother had taught him was tainted. But he held on to as much as he could.

When he was about 15 moons, he was training with his father in the nightclub when a silver tabby she-cat with gray eyes just like him walked in. His father seemed to know her, and when he took her into the back room, Azrael was afraid for her. His father used that back room for things Azrael would never dream of doing to a she-cat. So he crept by and watched in the doorway as his father drunk from a bowl and began to choke on his blood. And the she-cat did nothing. In fact, Azrael thought he even saw a smile light her face. When his father was dead, the she-cat left the room and tapped him on the shoulder. Goodbye my little brother. And then she walked out without even looking back. He would always thank her in his dreams for freeing him from the horrid thing he called father.

>>In the present.

The she-cat still walks in his mind. He knows that she is his sister, but he does not recall her scent nor any distinguishing features. He doesn't even know if she's clan or rogue. Now he lives in the city, feared and respected by all due to his father's obviously ominous reputation.

[` `shadsywadsy.]

``a s h d a p p l e

stop right there
THATS - EXACTLY - WHERE - I - LOST - IT !

I answer only to ashdapple.
I have honored StarClan for 30 moons.
I have earned the position of warrior.
I am colored with silver tabby markings.
You drown in my eyes of gray.
StarClan made me a female.

The clan I am loyal to is river.
My father was Cass (Gingerfrost).
My mother was Cloudwisp.
My sisters are none.
My brother is Azrael.
The mate I love is never shall I.
My kits are none.

see that line
WELL - I - NEVER - SHOULD - HAVE - CROSSED - IT !

>>built

Ash is a very lean she-cat. Her mother, who was known for being petite, passed on some of her qualities. Ash has Cloudwisp's tiny paws and frame, but her legs are long and tail nearly as long. She has a tiny face, small and angular. Ash's body is quick, but not very powerful. She has long legs, but they are more built for speed rather than power. This is her draw back in battle, for her power is not nearly where it needs to be in order to defeat large opponents.

>>pelt

Ash's pelt is the color of rain cloud. Not the dark, ominous ones, but the soft, light, just barely enough to sprinkle down droplets of water. She has black tabby markings covering her body. Her fur is of medium length, but is thick to with stand the cold temperatures of the water she swims in. Ash's soft fur is in envy of the clan, for she always keeps it at it's utmost quality. She hates having a dirty pelt, and will do anything to keep it clean.

>>eyes and face

Ashdapple has a very angular face. It is very small. It is perfect proportion to her body, however. Her eyes are big and round, almost perfectly circular. They are the color of a gray rain cloud, almost a light silver color.

stop right there
WELL - I - NEVER - SHOULD - HAVE - SAID !

>>Elegance.

This she-cat is anything but trashy. She carries her head high and walks like she's floating. She has an atmosphere around her that demands attention. Ash is the type of she-cat who prides herself on being educated. She believes the world to be idiotic compared to her superiority. Her tail flows with her body. Every step she takes, every move she makes, is planned. She is methodical and patient.

>>Temper.

That's right, this she-cat has quite the temper despite her patience. However, it is not the type of temper that you would normally expect. She bottles her emotions, never lets them show. She keeps all the hurt she feels and all the disappointment she's had kept deep down in her heart, kept under lock and key. Her eyes don't even show the simplest of emotions. Due to this, her temper is a slow boil. Things pile on top of each other, and slowly all of her patience dwindles away and leaves her with rage. Her rage, however, never shows. Rather, she'll take it out on animals, mostly small prey, or flowers, or anything nearby. Anything but other cats. She refuses to harm another being like her. She refuses to be her father.

>>Self-pity

Ash has a serious case of self pity. She hates herself for who she is, what she wants to do sometimes. She feels sorry for what she's gone through. However, as I have stated before she never shows it. Rather, in order to make herself happy she tries her best to make others happy. She is extremely empathetic. Cats think she cannot feel because she does not show, but this is not the case. She feels too much. That's why she hides everything. Even her past.

that's the very moment that
I - WISH - I - COULD - TAKE - BACK !

>>kit-hood

She was born to a she-cat and a tom who loved each other. At least, that is what she believed. It is the only truth she chooses to recognize, and therefor it is the only one that is true. In reality, her mother, Cloudwisp, was afraid of the tom named Gingerfrost who had come into the clan months earlier. His name was extremely misleading. He was a pitch black tom, but his eyes. His eyes were a fiery blue. Yes, a blue with brown flecks, making them alight with a charisma that he knew he had. Her mother, a petite silver she-cat, was the opposite of her father. She was a gentle and kind soul. Ash grew up in a home with an adoring mother and a father who appeared occasionally. However, she never knew the pain her mother felt until later in life. She never knew of her father's treachery. He left when she was young for good. Well, at least for a little while.

>>apprentice-hood

Ash grew into a beautiful silver tabby. Her mother taught her how to be elegant and kind. Her mentor taught her everything else. She was an excellent fighter with moves like a cloud. She fought on her feet, light and quick. As a swimmer and fisher, she was average in her class. It was during land hunting that she learned her love to inflict pain on animals. She loved to feel their blood under her claws and feel their life leave their bodies due to her actions. She never let anyone know how much she enjoyed it, for fear of being ridiculed. But oh how she loved it.

When she was 10 moons, she was out hunting with her mother. Cloud loved to hunt as well, but Ash was pretty sure it was not in the way she did. As they rounded a tree, Ash came face-to-chest with a massive black tom. She breathed in his scent and her mother's fear and instantly recognized him as her father. She backed up a couple steps, fear alight in her eyes. When he got sight of her fear, he flourished in it. He was a monster. But she did not know until then. Cass.. Her mother's voice sounded across the space. I've come to collect Cloud. At that statement, Ash hid behind her mother's legs. To hell you have. Over my dead body! Cloud bared her teeth and perked her ears, ready for battle. Cass just laughed. My dear, anger looks so bad on you. Settle down. He paused for a moment, wanting to build suspense. It happened just that a moment that a patrol was walking by a couple yards away. Cloud let out a yowl, and Cass ran off. It was after that incident that Cloud explained everything to Ash. How her father wanted her to be a warrior, an assassin for him to train. He pressured Cloud into everything, she never wanted that for her child. She explained that he lived in the city not far a way and was the leader of a band of rogues. For the rest of her apprenticeship, Ash lived in fear of her father's return.

>>warrior-hood

When she became a warrior, she told her mother she was going out for a day or two, but she will return. She promised to return. She did not tell her mother where she was going, mostly because she knew she would disapprove. But ever since her father had come that winter day, she had trained for this moment. She had trained for this moment all her life. She went to the city, not a bad journey in the spring. She made it there quickly, and upon her arrival was greeted by some scraggly looking toms. Tell me, my dears, where is the black tom you call Cass? They led her to her father, who was training what looked like his son. He was black, also, the deep, void of light black that his father's coat possessed. The tom was young, about 11 moons, almost what she was when her father had tried to take her away.

Have you come to stay, my dear? Her father's voice made her claws come out. He sent her on edge. His voice prickled at her spine. She really could not stand him. Everything about him made her insides itch with hate. I've come to collect. Her maw snarled into a smile as she repeated the very words he had said so many moons ago. He smiled, too, and came closer to her. She let him, but not because she liked him. She wanted him closer. Can we talk... privately? She smiled again, her voice elegant and smooth. He nodded to go to the back room of the night club she was in. She followed him obediently, but now when she looks back he must have known what she was up to. He had his claws out, she remembered because they clanked against the floor. As soon as the other tom was out of sight, the she-cat had planned to attack her father, but he turned around suddenly, and there was something in his eyes that told her to stop.

My dear, you do not know me. Why do you try to judge me? His voice was not like it was before. It was softer, quieter. First, I am anything but your dear. You do not hold the dignity to call me that. Second, I am not judging you. He smiled, and pushed over a bowl of water to her. She refused it politely. Oh but you are. Do not worry, your nightmares will soon be over. He drank from his own bowl, and she watched in horror as her father gagged and drowned in his own blood. She imagined that it had been poisoned. He died as she stood across the room. A single tear rolled down her cheek, but that was it. After that she walked out of the room to find a wide-eyed black tom at the doorway. She smiled at him and gently touched him with her tail. Goodbye my little brother. She walked out of the room, and never looked back to that city.

She returned to her clan and told her mother everything that had passed. They both rejoiced in her father's death, but Ash cannot help but to wander sometimes about that powerful black tom with gray eyes just like hers. She wonders often what has come to pass of him. A moon ago her mother died of all age, but it was not a sad occasion. Her mother had lived a life she enjoyed. And Ash knows she would not want her to be sad.

[` `shadsywadsy.]

L i g h t h e a r t
Maybe I should cry for help
Maybe I should kill myself
Blame it on my A.D.D. baby
Maybe I'm a different breed
Maybe I'm not listening
So blame it on my A.D.D. baby
I can't escape this hell
SO - MANY - TIMES - I'VE - TRIED !

I answer only to Lightheart.
I have honored StarClan for 35 moons.
I have earned the position of medicine cat.
I am colored with off-white
You drown in my eyes of brown.
StarClan made me a male.

The clan I am loyal to is Shadow.
My father was Gingerfrost.
My mother was Hopingtear.

but i'm still caged insi de
SOMEBODY - GET - ME - THROUGH - THIS - NIGHTMARE !

>>built

He has a long but stocky body built for power. His legs, however, are long, much longer than they should be. They seem to be unable to support his rather large frame, giving him a very comical look.

>>pelt

Lighty is more of an off-white, kind of tan tom. His fur always appears dirty, but in reality it's not. His fur is medium in length, but gets caught easily on things (which he has many bad experiences with.).

>>eyes and face

His eyes are a dark color (which the picture doesn't show.) No one can really describe them. They are fathomless and seem to be a color between a dark green and deep brown. There are flecks of gold within them, if you look close enough. they are emotionless, which is quite the reflection of the comical looking tom.

I can't control myself
SO - WHAT - IF - YOU - CAN - SEE - THE - DARKEST - SIDE - OF - ME !

>>Intelligence.

Lighty is an extremely intelligent tom. He is observant and methodical. He thinks things out, sometimes three or four steps ahead. He is not one that things pass over easily. Rather, he hears every word a cats says to him (and to others) and listens to it. He then ponders it, and then replies accordingly. He is not one to act rashly. He is calm and hardly one to be kit-like or hyper. He does smile and laugh occasionally, but finding a cat that can make him do that is rare. He can sometimes come off as detached, but is far from that. He is simply listening and thinking. Sometimes his intelligence can come off as threatening, as he can sometimes seem to read a cat's mind. Of course, he can't. Oh, but how he would love to be able to. In other words, he would be a great chess player, if he played chess.

>>Selfish, in way.

Lighty isn't one to do things that don't benefit him. He isn't exactly selfish, and doesn't seethe arrogance like some do. Rather, he is inwardly selfish. He just doesn't see the sense in doing things that aren't for his benefit. He doesn't understand selflessness. He understands why a cat would be that way, but can't understand why you would ever want to be. To him, it seems like selfless cats are always unhappy, giving their happiness in order to make someone else happy. No, that life isn't for Lighty. He would much rather himself be happy.

>>Emotionless... somewhat.

Sorry to those who are sad, if you're looking for sympathy, Lighty isn't one to go to. He isn't empathic. In fact, he hardly feels emotion. He doesn't feel love. He can feel anger and sadness and happiness, but anything else is past him. He is far from one to flatter you or flirt with you. He is not going to do something just to make you happy, especially if causes him grief. He cannot comprehend love, let alone understand and feel it. He loathes any emotion really. He believes them to be petty, useless things that get in the way of intelligence. However, he can feel. He just prefers not to.

noone will ever change this anim al I have become
HELP - ME - BELIEVE - ITS - NOT - THE - REAL - ME!

>>kit-hood

His mother's name was once Silverpaw, but upon her warriorship, Lighty's mother begged the leader to change it to Hopingtear. Why, no one really knows. Only Gingerfrost knew, and even he wouldn't say. Hopingtear was an extremely kind and caring she-cat, loving in all her ways. She mated to Gingerfrost, an extremely angry and possessive tom in hopes she could control, or somewhat control, his impulsiveness. She loved him, and everyone knew it.

She had her two kits one new-leaf morning. The first kit was still-born, and she was so upset she could hardly give birth to the second. But she did, and she was so happy she did. She named her kit Lightkit, but for the light fur he possessed.. When lightkit turned 5 moons and he was starting to get a personality, his mother made sure it was greatly influenced by her, and not by Ginger. He was so infuriated by this he ran off, brokenhearted. Lighty didn't mind much. He never really liked his father anyway. But he saw how his mother was so distraught, and hated him even more.

>>apprentice-hood

As an apprentice, he got to train through the hard winter months that nearly starved the clan to death. Joy. His mother didn't have the strength or will to even think about surviving the cold. Lighty was quite upset over his mother's death, but he didn't let it show. No. Instead, he went into the medicine cat's den and tried to learn everything he could. That's when he became the medicine cat's apprentice. He went to the elder's den on some days (or what was left it in the early winter) and learned the stories they told him. That stopped when young Fog died, leaving him to full medicine cat duties a bit early.

>>warrior-hood

As a medicine cat, Lighty is completed focused on his duties. He hardly varies from his daily schedule. He loves his job, and would never do anything to compromise it.

[` `shadsywadsy.]

S H A D E D F E A T H E R

I - know - days - will - come - and - go

MAYBE I'LL GROW OLD, BUT I WILL DIE

My mother, unnamed, and father, unnamed named me Shadedfeather.
I was born 18 moons ago.
I belong to Windclan.
I have no sisters.
I have no brothers.
I am a female who finds males very attractive.

but - for - the - trouble - i - have - caused - i - wonder

WHERE DO I BELONG, IS IT HERE?

a p p e a r a n c e

Shaded is a tall, lanky she-cat. She was obviously built for running. You can tell by her ling legs, lean body, and strong balance. her small paws and thin tail allow her to have agility on the moors, but not on the battle field. if it came down to it, she'd be able to hold her own, but her body is not built for fighting stronger and more powerful warriors. Her fur is the color of storm clouds, and unusual color to have for a Windclan cat, but her color nevertheless. her eyes are a deep brown, almost black looking at times. this gives an intimidating look to a harmless she-cat.

let - the - passion - of - your - heart - make - them - real

AND TELL ALL THE ONES YOU LOVE ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING YOU FEEL

p e r s o n a

Shaded is an interesting she-cat to the say the least. She enjoys solitude, but does not actively discourage company. She is nocturnal most if the time, only coming out during the day for important events. She does sleep in camp, just because she does not want to miss anything important going on. She is a very curious cat, and loves to know everything she can about anything she can. Although she is not an old warrior, she is very mature and serious. She doesn't play around or even laugh really.

She is a very naive she-cat. She likes to believe there is good in everyone and never deviates from his belief.. Although a serious she-cat, that does not go to say she is snippy. Rather, she can be quite sociable when she wishes too. She likes to think about and observe others. She is fascinated by way cats act and speak the way they do, and so can come off as a bit weird sometimes. She does like to run the moors, and on a nice night you'll probably find her there.

laugh - about - the - past - and - secretly

WISH WE COULD GO BACK AND SAVE THE CHILD

h i s t o r y

Shaded was born to two rather old parents who loved each other. She was raised as a miracle child (for she was the only survivor of her litter of two) in a happy environment. She began her love for the night when she began her apprentice life. She would go out at night to escape the annoying toms that would bother her, and decided she liked the night much better. It was cooler and softer on her eyes.

And so her mentor trained her at night to make her happy. She liked her mentor as a friend, and it was a shame that he left the clan do to loyalty issues having to do with loving a certain rogue she-cat. As she started her warrior days, her mother got greencough and died. Her father died shortly after, not surprisingly. She was at peace with her parents death, and really has nothing to complain about in her life. She's never known love or even what its like to care for someone. I guess you can say she's been sheltered for most of her life.

seeing - worried - eyes - that - know - it's - time - we - cannot - buy

WAS THIS WORTH THE TIME TO WRITE?

[` `shadsywadsy.]

C I N D E R F R O S T

send - away - for - a - priceless - gift

ONE NOT SUBTLE, ONE NOT ON THE LIST

My mother, Shadehollow, and father, Frostedfoot named me Cinderfrost.
I was born 45 moons ago.
I belong to Thunderclan.
I have no sisters.
I have no brothers.
I am a female who finds males very attractive.

send - away - for - the - perfect - world

ONE NOT SIMPLY, SO ABSURD

a p p e a r a n c e

We will start with her paws. They are tiny, a symbol of her innocence. Each one of them is a white snowflake, padding quietly along the ground. Her legs are muscular, rippling with the muscles she strives to keep strong. Her left rear leg has a long gash down ita side from a tussle she had with a fox moons ago. Her two front legs are gray, while her back two are white, giving her a puzzle piece like appearance.

Her body is patched with white, and not the dirty white. Her fur is always clean, she makes sure to keep it that way. Down her right side is another gash that is emphasized by her short fur which came from the claws of her mentor. Her flank is marred by more scars, giving her a imperfect, intimidating, yet mysterious appearance.

Her face is angular and sharp. Each bone is defined greatly. Her eyes are small, but evenly set. Her nose is pink and black, yet another puzzle piece look given. Her chin is gray, with the left side above that white and the right side white. Her ears are a mixture of both colors. Her eyes are the only solid part of her coloring. They are a soft blue, not electrifying, not alluring. They are simply sky blue. They hold no hidden meaning and evoke no mystery about her. She is not the prettiest she-cat, seeing as her face and chest and side and legs are scarred, but she has a hidden beauty.

what - ever - happened - to - the - young - man's - heart

SWALLOWED BY PAIN, UNTIL HE SLOWLY FELL APART

p e r s o n a

Cinder is first and foremost loyal to Thunderclan. She will fight to the death for her clan, and will see no one break that rule of hers. She is a stickler to the warrior code, and always has been. She wont even as much be more than a cat they exchanged a few words to a cat from another clan. Cinder also will not stand for betrayal - to the clan or to another cat of any clan. She believes in keeping promises, even if it means hurting someone. She is not afraid to get into a fight, as her appearance shows.

Another thing that Cinder values is respect. She gives every Tom, she-cat, kit, apprentice, warrior, elder the same respect she would want someone else to give to her. In return, she expects them to respect her. She is not afraid to throw respect out the window as soon as one demeaning word is caught by her ears. She treats kits as warriors, because that is what they will someday be. She treats elders as warriors, because that is what they once were. She refuses to give a cat anything less than her respect, no matter how much she may not like them as a cat.

Cinder is a rather laid-back she-cat on everything else except these two values. She can have fun, smile, laugh, feel emotions. In fact, she is a very emotional she-cat. She is not afraid to tell you how she feels. She does not like to play games. She is very blunt and straightforward. She is not afraid to tell you how she feels about you if you ask her. She tries to keep her opinions to herself, but if you ask her, then don't be surprised when she tells you the truth. Cinder values honesty almost as much as she values loyalty.

Cinder is a very realistic and down to earth she-cat. You won't find her daydreaming. She will always be doing something to benefit the clan, even the dirtiest of jobs. She is stingy about whom she trusts, because she is such a logical cat. If you have a reputation as a player, she will not encourage you, but she will be your friend if you so wish it. She is not a mean she-cat, just misunderstood for being one.

in - a - box - high - up - on - the - shelf - left - for - you - no - one - else

THERE'S A PIECE OF THE PUZZLE KNOWN AS LIFE

h i s t o r y

Cinder was born to Shadehollow and Frostedfoot. They were loving parents, who only wanted to protect their only daughter. She lived her kit life oblivious to the evils of the world. Her parents loved her and each other. The other kits were nice to her, and she was not deprived of getting into mischief as all kits do.

And then she became an apprentice underneath Addergaze.

At first everything was okay, but then she slowly began to fall for his mystery and melodic voice. She allured the tom into falling for her, too, and three moons into her apprenticeship they were more than just apprentice and mentor. However, no one knew. She would not dare speak a word of it, considering it was breaking the warrior code. She was almost a warrior when she knew she was pregnant with his kits. She was happy, but he reacted quite differently. He yelled at her for being stupid. He was the one who wanted her! Anger boiled inside the she-cat. She ran back to camp, tears swelling in her eyes. She asked her parents to come with her out into the forest and told them everything. They thought that Adder had forced her to say these things, and so her father went after him. Cinder and her mother followed after him, making sure that nothing was going to go terribly wrong.

But it did.

Frostedfoot found Adder, and began telling him he was a disgrace to the warrior code. Adder got mad at Cinder, yelling at her more for telling her parents. Her mother was crying, and the argument was just getting more heated. Adder hit Frostedfoot first. That began a battle between the two. Cinder and her mother cried as they watched, helpless to do anything about the two male's tussle. Adder clawed Frosted's throat. Cinder had never seen so much blood. It poured unto the earth, staining the dirt a deep brownish red. Adder turned to Cinder, eyes ablaze with anger. She had never seen a cat so evil, so purely malicious. As he made her way toward her, her mother steppes in between them. Cinder remembered crying out as she watched her mother's blood mingle with her father's. They were innocent. They didn't deserve this. She trembled, pain ripping through her stomach. Adder hit her hard on her chest. She could not beat him in a fight, not with his size. She turned to try to run, but his claws ripped open her side as he tried to catch her. That only made the pain worse, but she ran and ran. She made it far enough away from him, and put cobwebs into her side to stop the bleeding. Curled up in a hole in the base of an oak tree, the she-cat let herself fall asleep.

She wonders constantly of she had stayed awake if things would have been different.

When she awoke the next morning, she was covered in blood and three mangled, alien-looking kits lay on the floor. She found herself wailing, realizing she had lost her kits. She stayed out in the forest for another day, trying to gather her emotions and broken heart.

When she got back to camp, she told the leader exactly what had happened. Her warrior ceremony was delayed a moon, but she soon became the warrior she had strives to be. Adder was exiled from the clan. Not that he came back after that horrid night.

As I stated in her appearance, she had a run in with a fox and a Riverclan cat, and did not return unscathed. The scars, she thinks, add character to her. She embraces them as a part of her. If a Tom cannot see her beauty beyond her past scars, then he doesn't deserve the present day her. That is her philosophy anyway.

wrapped - in - guilt

SEALED UP TIGHT

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S H A D O W F A L L

the - lights - go - out - and - I - can't - be - saved

TIDES THAT I HAVE TRIED SWIMMING AGAINST

My mother, unnamed, and father, unnamed named me Shadowpaw (Shadowfall).
I was born 7 moons ago.
I belong to Shadowclan.
I have no sisters.
I have no brothers.
I am a male who finds females very attractive.

have - brought - me - down - to - my - knees

OH I BEG, I BEG AND PLEAD, SINGING

a p p e a r a n c e

Shadow is seriously, no kidding massive. He got his rippling muscles from his father, and his stocky build from his mother. He towers over most anyone he encounters of his age. Very rarely does he ever meet someone that is his size and age. His brown fur is a dark, deep brown, almost black in fact. They blend in well with his black tabby markings that stripe his body. He has a bit of a red hue to his pelt when the sun shines on it just right, but it isn't really noticeable unless you look for it. His eyes, a deep amber, sparkle with the sun and shine with the rain. They brighten his face, making him look forever happy. His paws are massive, but he has learned to control their movements.

come out - of - things - unsaid

SHOOT AN APPLE OFF MY HEAD

p e r s o n a

Shadowpaw isn't one of those big giant teddy bears. Oh no. He's a tough hard ass type of guy. He doesn't like to show his emotions whatsoever. He thinks that is a weakness, and weakness isn't to be tolerated. He learned that from his father, whom he admired with all his heart. He looks up to Lightheart, too, even though he's a medicine cat. Light is blunt, mean, and all around emotionless - just what Shadow aspires to be. At least, on the outside, that's what he wants to portray. He's a determined soul with great ambition. He's stubborn and strong-willed. His minds not easily changed at all. His bright eyes betray his true emotions. He's kept in so many secrets, so much hurt, that it's darkened his mind toward the worst.

However, Shadow isn't all bad ass. He has a soft spot for kits. Something about their cute, innocent eyes make his stone heart melt. He also has a soft spot for the underdog. He, being so massive, protects the weak and lowly. He always has, and always will. He has a strong sense of duty and loyalty, something that will never leave his heart. Once he's committed to something - or someone - he's in it for the long haul. He refuses to give up, he refuses to lose. Understand, he's not emotionless. He does have emotions, and they are very potent and swirling around in his head. He just chooses not to act upon them. He chooses to hide them.

and - a - trouble - that - can't - be - named

A TIGER'S WAITING TO BE TAMED SINGING

h i s t o r y

Shadow was born to a dead mother and father who was much like him. He was nursed by herbs and another queen to an acceptable size. Then, his father raised him, teaching him to be the tough man that he is today. He trained for battle before he was 6 moons old, and knew how to kill a mouse silently as he was just becoming an apprentice. He loved and admired his father, who was so strong and able to defend and protect him. He liked that about his father. He always felt safe with him. He wanted everyone to feel that way about him; he wanted everyone to know they were safe with him. He could never harm a cat who did nothing to him first. He swore that he would never - EVER - hurt anyone.

As he became an apprentice, his father was banned from the clan. He had been accused of killing Shadow's mother. Shadow never could really fully grasp that this might be true, and he still hopes that it isn't, but knows that he can't have nay contact with his father whatsoever. And if he did see him, Shadow would tell Gravesky immediately.

confusion - never - stops

CLOSING WALLS AND TICKING CLOCKS