Username: ☁Lady Raincloud☁
Cat Name: Brokenshadow
Clan: NocturneClan Rank: Warrior, Scout
Gender: tomcat
Age: 15 moons
Prompt:The sound of a shout was broken abruptly in the night as a firm paw gripped over Harepaw's mouth.
"No you don't call for help." Came a hissed reply. The voice was oddly young, and yet the paw that held the scrawny apprentice was firm. "Your going to lead me through your camp, without waking anyone up. Your going to and over what prey you have, and then you'll walk back out with me."
Harepaw muttered something, but he felt long, white claws gripping at his face, and he nodded in shocked agreement.
- - -
"Edgewalker!"
Edgewalker had just returned. It had been the night of a festival. Almost everyone was out of camp, except the queens and kits, who returned early, and a few warriors sent back to protect them, and all had been sleeping. Except the guard, anyways- but being that Emberbright had been the guard that night, he's tricked Harepaw into taking his place.
Or so Edgewalker had left it, anyways. Now everyone was awake, and Harepaw, bristled and wide eyed with excitement, run up to him.
"... What?"
"There's been a robbery!"
"No there hasn't." Came Snowsight's voice. The queen pushed her way through the crowd of drowsy warriors. Following behind her was Firefern, his head fur sill wild from rolling in his sleep. His eyes look rather groggy as well, and in his jaws he held a skinny silver tabby. The cat kicked at him with his might, and yet held his other leg at a strange angle
"... I leave for a few hours." Edgewalker said with a sigh. "Emberbright, where's you guarding?"
"Well, I was, but I decided Harepaw needed... ah, experience I guess." Emberbright said with a chuckle, brushing moss from his pelt. He poked at the silver tabby's weird leg, making the cat hiss.
"Besides, this guy's injured! He couldn't have done no harm, and he only came to take prey. Snowsight overheard a noise and awoke and found him stuffing his face in the freshkill cave."
- - -
The new cat was examined by Crimsonsparrow.
"His leg is broken, but if I wrap it well enough, it should heal in place." The medicine cat said cheerfully, his paws a mess of cobwebs. He's been using them to help bind the leg, along with some sticks. "He needs to stay here, however."
"You have a name, kit?" Edgewalker asked, staring with sharp eyes to the lithe cat.
The silver tabby scoffed. He was annoyed by the proceedings and pouted every chance he was awake.
"... No." He spat after a silence, noticing Edgewalker opening his mouth to ask gain. "And I'm not a kit!"
"Let's call him Brokenfoot." Emberbright suggested from somewhere nearby, overhearing.
- - -
The silver cat healed fairly well. While he didn't like the name Brokenfoot, it stuck like glue, eventually shortened to 'Broken'. It sorta felt it sounded cool, so, after a bit, he stopped nagging them to stop.
The clan got used to him. He started to like them. And soon, when he was fully healed, Edgewalker announced his apprenticeship- however, as he was too old to be an apprentice, he decided to give him a full name.
"Broken, I wish to call you Brokenshadow. Harepaw has related to us how, on the night he was captured, you appeared as a mere shadow in his vision before trapping him. I think it is admirable how swift and quiet you are, despite your injury at the time."