[>> Leafstorm515]

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My last adopt for you guys! I've really loved being a GA because the community really made it great. You guys all rock, can't wait to see what new things you come up with. <3

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Username: ~HєуRєι~
Cat Name: Echofrost
Clan: Beamclan
Rank: Deputy
Gender: Tom
Age: 48 moons
Description: A blue seal point cat with white toes.
Other Features: None
Siblings: None alive

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[kittykore]

Username: Jack Cat's Name: Squashfoot Cat's gender: Male Cat Age: 32 moons Cat Rank: Medicine Cat Clan Thread: Sootclan
What do their eyes look like?: Res w/ x

by jexily
Personality: Squashfoot is a laid back cat, he tends to see the good in people and doesn't tend to get too cross. He is very patient and has been all of his life, at times he can seem a bit upset but that's mostly him trying to focus and cat's don't respect him. He has a need to protect and has a motherly instinct you could call it, while he's not a molly he loves the thought of kits and helping in the nursery with them. He's a bit blunt and words tend to fly out of his mouth whether he wants them to or not, but people have come to accept this side of him, blunt and all. He's a pacifist and doesn't want to hurt anyone unless it's the only option, many cats find him wimpy because of this but he just laughs and walks away. Finally he's optimistic, he always sees the better sides of things and not the dark and dull aspect of life.

Why choose to heal?: Many ask Squashfoot, if you could help your clan by being a warrior why did you become a medicine cat? He hates the idea of hurting any cat and makes him upset at the thought of it, this may not make him fit for any clan. Saddened by the idea he actually went to Sootstar as an apprentice and told him how he felt, Sootstar didn't understand it but suggested the role of medicine cat. The clan didn't have an official one at the time and several cats took shifts being one due to their old one dying and no cat filled the role. He had to go to other clans to actually learn, during that time he's learned so much and is proud by standing his ground and now has the role Starclan destined him to have.

Backstory: Squashfoot was born in the clan, while he was an only child, he was never lonely. The clan was always full of kits during newleaf. His parents abandoned him as a kit, he's been hopped around all the queens when nursing. He had felt like he had so many nice helpful families. By the time he was apprenticed to be a warrior that's when things got less peachy, he HATED the thought of ever laying a claw on someone. Squashfoot decided to talk to Sootstar about how he felt, Sootstar didn't really understand but decided to offer medicine cat. There was no medicine cat so all of the bordering clans had to help out mentor him, he learned many things from each clan. Squashfoot had gone to the moonstone by himself and starclan gave him the name "Squashfoot" he still has no idea why he had foot as a suffix but is proud of his name nonetheless. Now he's proud of the fact that he saves his clanmates and doesn't slaughter.

Aspiration/Dreams: Squashfoot has the dream of mentoring a fine young cat to be the next medicine cat, while no kits or apprentices have shown any interest in being one he's still hopeful. He's also dreaming to have kits, while he's a medicine cat Sootstar has agreed that if they're male they may have kits or it there are two medicine cats they may have kits. So Squashfoot is looking for love and is a hopeless romantic.

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Theme song: Medicine by Youth

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just gonna watch to see who wins

[TheSongOfTheStars]

Complete heterochimia, with one sea-green eye and one golden eye
Central heterochimia in left eye, the solid color being sea-green and the mixed color being hazel
𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓫𝓵𝓪𝔃𝓮
The murderer
𝔽𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤........ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤
"Towards the Sun"

TheSongOfTheStars
Songclan
Female
Medicine cat

Turn your face
towards the sun
Let the shadows
Fall behind you

Like a wraith, the young she-cat drifted towards the borders of the strange clan.
She'd heard of them many times before. The wanderers, the singers, the storytellers
who never asked where you learned your stories.
She had not intruded deeply into their territory before she was met by a large tawny male.
She shivered violently as he approached her, eyes downcast and shoulders hunched,
but didn't make any move to flee or attack.

Personality
Cunning
Quiet
Reserved
Introverted
Fierce
Intellegint
Observant
Merciless

"What's your name, young one, and your business in Songclan's land?" he rumbled.

"Morningblaze...." she said by way of an answer "I've come....to stay."
He nodded silently and turned, flicking his tail slowly.
Still shivering, she followed him into the trees.

Years Before
The pale mother cat huddled over her newborn brood, her stomach writhing like a nervous snake while the scarred tabby tom perused the fragile kits.
"Are they acceptable, sir?" She whispered, the last word grating in her throat. Like it didn't belong. It didn't belong in the mouth of any cat.
It was a twoleg word.
Yet still it was demanded that she pay her leader such 'respects'.
"Yes," he said in a high cold voice "Perfectly acceptable...."
She was about to breathe out a sigh of relief. For within her last litter there had been a kit with a deformed foot.
Such an outrage of imperfection was not allowed within the clan.
"This one," the tabby said, lifting his paw to touch a white female kit gently "She is the firstborn?"
"Yes sir," she could bare hold back the shudder as she saw those murderous, those bloodstained claws touch her innocent child.
"Good. She is strong then. I need a new Silent. The old is dead. I shall take her," he crouched and lifted her by the nape of the neck, squeaking in protest as she was torn from her mother.
And all her mother could do was hold back her tears as her daughter was stolen from her in the same second she was told her mate had died.

With Wildeyes
Respects her greatly,
Trusts her more than most
With Sandclaw
Respects him, has a tiny
crush on him but would die
before admitting it
With Willowsun
Feels highly protective
of the younger cat
Almost like an older
sister to her
With Mousepaw,
Lilypaw, & Otterkit
Feels extremely
uncomfortable around
kits and young cats
Avoids them as much
as possible

Morningblaze's arrival wasn't much cause for a stir. Cats came to Songclan frequently with their heads down and their tails turned from a past they'd rather forget.
But the strange thing was when she became the medicine cat.
Songclan was small still and hadn't yet found anyone who was skilled enough with herbs and wounds to take the position.
And Morningblaze never offered her skills, but when a warrior hurt themself, she was there, prepared to bandage the wound. When Mousepaw contracted a nasty cough, uncomfortable though she was arounds the apprentices, Morningblaze nursed him back to health.
There was no ceremony or formal appointment of Morningblaze to be the medicine cat. Cats started going to her when they needed aid and she started using one of the dens to store herbs.
Everyone seemed quite pleased with the arrangement.

Hopes
To live out her days peacefully
To one day be brave enough
to admit to Sandclaw she
loves him
To be accepted in the clan
Fears
Sandclaw discovering
how she feels about him
before she's ready to deal
With her emotions
Being discovered by her old clan
Another being hurt because of her

"Master, I thought you were going to teach me
how to fight," whined the white kit.
"I am," the brown tabby growled as he sorted the leaves out in front of her "I'm teaching you to fight without leaving a trail of blood."
"Poision?"
He grinned. His new Silent caught on quickly.
Morningblaze had never been told that her father had been the Silent before her, nor had she been told that the first cat she would kill was her mother.
For it was not for the Silent to know love or family or any position of authority. The Silent was the leader's assasin, their rulekeeper, and when they grew too old or too injured or failed, then they met the same judgement they themselves had meted out and it was time for a new Silent.
"What do I do with these?" She asked, sniffing dubiously at the leaves.
"This one, you eat," he said nudging forwards a long thin blade.
"But you said they were poison."
Instantly his heavy claws connected with her head and the blow sent her stumbling across the clearing.
Before she had a chance to recover, the tabby pinned her to the ground, repeatedly slamming her head against the stone.

Then, inches from ending her life he relented and stood as if nothing had happened.
"You are going to eat this," he said, shoving the leaf into her half-open mouth "and you are going to find the cure amongst these other herbs."

Likes
Warm sunny days
Naps
Sitting and watching
fish swimming in the river
Birdsong
Wildeyes stories
Willowsun's poetry
Dislikes
Shadows
Lying and being lied to
Being alone at night
The nightmares

"Morningblaze! Morningblaze wait!"

Moringblaze turned with a sinking heart as Lilypaw raced after her, panting breathlessly.
"Hey! Wildeyes told me to come help you gather herbs'n'stuff."
"Oh," Morningblaze hesitated. She never felt comfortable withe the younger cats, which was why she had not taken an apprentice. But she could hardly refuse the young girl if Wildeyes had instructed her to aid in the herb gathering.
"Alright, but please be quiet."
"Okay. What are we lookin for?"
Her voice so soft it hardly disturbed the dawn stillness, Morningblaze began to explain what they were searching for.

The pale she-cat nudged her single kit gently. It had been the only one born in her last litter. And it would indeed be her last litter. For she'd had many mates since Morningblaze's father had died, but none of them had loved her.

There was a soft scuffle at the mouth of her burrow and she turned to see her stolen daughter clothed in the shadow mists of the deep night, the leader standing behind her.
And suddenly the mother cat knew why they were there.
"No."
Dull-eyed, Morningblaze didn't even a flick an ear as she slunk deeper into the burrow.

"How could you?" The mother cat huddled over her last child as her lost one came closer, white claws soon to become red "How could you use her to kill me!? Why are you making my daughter kill me?!"
For a second Morningblaze looked back at her master.
"This cat is weak, the children she gives birth to are weak."
"You're my child!" The pale cat sobbed "Please! Please don't kill us!"
"She is weak. But you are not. Prove it to me," the tabby purred into Morningblaze's ear.
Morningblaze flexed her shoulders, but before she leapt towards her mother's throat, the she-cat snatched up her kit and like a falling star caught on storm winds she raced out of the burrow.

"Catch her and kill her!" Commanded the murderous tabby and without question Morningblaze complied, running after her mother.

The she-cat made it far past the clan borders and up into the mountains before the strain of climbing and carrying her kit wore her down and she collapsed at the edge of a precipice.
Nearby a waterfall roared.
If she could only make it to the other side of the river...
Scooping up her child once more, she staggered on quivering legs towards the shallow fords above the waterfall.
She had almost made it, almost managed to drag her shaking body through the swift flowing waters to the far bank, when Morningblaze appeared like a spirit out of the mist on the bank ahead.
She couldn't speak for her kit was dangling from her mouth, but her wide eyes pleaded for mercy.
Morningblaze gave her none.
For this life was the one her Master had always told her she wanted.

"H...hey Morningblaze!?"

Morningblaze hadn't seen Lilypaw for several long minutes, having been engrossed with gathering a patch of mint. But she'd heard the young cat shuffling around and taken her to be in no danger.
But now, there was a frightened edge in Lilypaw's voice that told her otherwise.
Abandoning the mint, she turned and tracked through the trees towards the sound of Lilpaw's beating heart.

She found the dark tabby surrounded by a trio of rough-looking male cats with sneers slathered across their scarred faces.

"Oh ho!" bellowed the biggest "Lookit, the little kitty's here to save you! What you gonna do pretty girl? Gimme a kiss?"
There was a burst of raucous laughter and with a motion of liquid lightning the mean tom pinned Lilypaw to the ground by her ears. Causing her to shriek in pain and terror.
C'mon pretty.... gimme a kiss."
Morningblaze felt her blood grow hot.

Her Master had taught her about poisions and blood and pain.
But he never told her about the nightmares.
At first it was just darknesa clawing after her in the night and she could ignore it.
Then there where whispers.
And the whispers turned to screams and the darkness turned to shadows, shadows turned to that night above the waterfall.
Until it wasn't just at night, but every time she closed her eyes, the image of the she-cat and her kit were carved on the inside of Morningblaze's eyelids.
Then horribly her mind found new ways to torture her as she began to see every cat she'd killed stalking her in the night.
Food became tastless as she remebered the many times she'd planted poision on a fresh-killed prey.
Every waking moment became filled with paranoia as she imagined the claws of her clanmates in her back and every night became unbearable as she tried to hide from her dreams.
Until she bordered on the edge of insanity.
And she couldn't stand it any longer.
She returned to the waterfall. The site of her first murder.
Water rushing around her ankles, she peered over the edge of the waterfall at the mist shrouded drop and steeled herself.
Anything to silence the voices.
"Stop."

Startled, Morningblaze looked around wildly. Then realized the voice was one of the many in her mind and prepared to release her grip and let the water carry her away.

"Stop."

For a moment, Morningblaze imagined that the mist took the shap of her mother. Then she shook the hallucination away.
"Don't do it. Please. Morningblaze...My child."

The mist surrounded her, but it was not cold.
"I killed you!" Morningblaze screamed "I killed you! Leave me alone!"
"No," the whisper in her mind stilled the screams of the other voices.
"You should hate me! I'm the Silent! I murdered you!"

"I forgive you."

For a moment the moon shone clearly and memory painted her mother's figure in the mist, torn and rent where Morningblaze had ripped her life from her. And in the ethereal eyes there was only peace.
"No," Morningblaze sobbed "How?"
"I do." Was the only answer and the mist began to dissipate "Leave this place. Leave and shed no more blood."

Blood.
Spread across the grass and staining Morningblaze's paws. One of the rouges lay still on the ground. The other two had fled when the rest of Songclan came charging to aid Morningblaze.
She found herself shaking violently, bile riling in her stomach at the sight of her own destruction.
"Morningblaze," Sandclaw's soothing voice slipped over her as Sandclae himself placed his body between her and the image of the dead rouge "Are you injured?"
A sob came barking out of her chest and as she broke down into tears he wrapped himself around her, trying to soothe her.
"It's alright. It's going to be alright. You're safe now."
She took in a deep breath of his scent, letting him reassure her. Maybe if she listened to him, it would become true.
Maybe....
Maybe....
Another deep breath and gently he nudged her cheek so she would look up at him
"It'll be alright."
It would be...
It would...

[Sunlitsecrets]

edit - dropping out to watch. Good luck guys!

[stormzien]

Username: kiffell
Cat's Name: Icegaze
Cat's gender: tom
Cat Age: 34 moons
Cat Rank: warrior
Clan Thread: Breezeclan

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Behind the name:
Icegaze never really knew why is name was "Icegaze". He was one of the most kind cats around! He was born to his mother Frostpetal, and his father Cedarpelt. He was born in a different clan than Breezeclan, but soon that clan disbanded and they all went their separate ways. Frostpetal chose "Icekit" because of his eyes of course. When he first opened his eyes his glare was as cold as ice. He kept that cold stare with him throughout the years, but he was never actually a mean cat. When he joined Breezeclan, Swiftstar immediately picked out the name Icegaze, well, because of his eyes and stare! He uses his gaze to his advantage and likes to scare cats with it, thinking he is mad at them, when actually, he is just joking around.

Relationships:

Swiftstar-
Icegaze's relationship with Swiftstar isn't complex at all. They are best friends! Swiftstar knows he can trust Icegaze with anything, and that Icegaze can trust Swiftstar with anything.

Pinefur-
Icegaze and Pinefur are for the most part friends, but with the occasional argument or two. Icegaze enjoys Pinefur, and believes he should have been deputy instead of himself, but unfortunately, he can't change the ways of swiftstar.

Sunpatch-
Icegaze and Sunpatch have an even relationship. Since Sunpatch is the kind type, she doesn't really care for Icegaze's ways of sneaking up on the apprentices and older kits and scaring them. Even when Icegaze assures her everything is fine, she still worries.

Frostpetal-
Icegaze never really knew his mother quite well. After he was old enough for her to stop caring for him, she well, stopped caring for him. She went out on patrols and hunts, and was always busy. He was left under care with another queen in the nursery until he was an apprentice. When he was an apprentice, his mentor cared for him more than his mother. Soon before he was made a warrior, the clan disbanded.

Cedarpelt-
Just like Frostpetal, Icegaze never knew his father well. But he sure knew him more than hi did his mother. His father would check up on him, and make sure he was doing ok. Cedarpelt talked to Icegaze rather than ignoring him like his mother did. But Cedarpelt died soon after Icegaze became an apprentice. Icegaze believes he took on the heartwarming nature of his father rather than his cold-hearted mother.

Icegaze meets Swiftstar:
//Icegaze joined the clan before Sunpatch or Pinefur, but not too long before.

Icepaw padded through the forest, head hung low. After his clan disbanded, he has been devastated. He was coming up to the fields up ahead. He had to keep moving forward from the twoleg place. Most of the forests had been destroyed because of twolegs coming in and building nests, so that is why Icepaw's clan disbanded. He had to keep running, he had to leave. Father and mother both killed, leader and deputy taken by twolegs, medicine cat and apprentice becoming rogues, warriors, queens, elders, apprentices, kits, everyone, dying, captured, becoming kittypets or strays. Icepaw ran faster through the forest, trying to escape his thoughts. He finally reached the edge of the forest, panting heavily. He decided to go through the fields, heading towards the river. He tracked through the fields, stalking low. He suddenly bumped into something big. Big and fluffy. He looked up to see another cat, and what looked to be a chocolate point. The pointed cat glared down at him, giving off a low growl. Icepaw stumbled backwards, scared, that is, until the cat smiled and laughed. The cat crouched down to meet his level, "Hello, i am Swiftstar, leader of Breezeclan." Icepaw looked at Swiftstar, "Y-you're a leader?" Swiftstar nodded. "Need a place to go?" He asked Icepaw. Icepaw looked down, then nodded slightly. Swiftstar stood up and smiled at the apprentice. "Well, let's go then, i'll take you to my camp." Icepaw bounded after the leader with a smile, he was finally going to have a forever clan. "Oh, and by the way, the names Icepaw." Icepaw said to the leader, who only looked back with a smile.

[Chimericect]

,, mark

[Phina D Wolf]

Username: Phina D Wolf
Cat's Name: Rivergaze
Cat's gender: tom
Cat Age: 24 moons
Cat Rank: warrior
Clan Thread: Cavernclan
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JulieMew1010 ◇ Featherstep ◇ Tom ◇ 28 Moons ◇ Warrior ◇ BushClan
Feather | for his pelt
step| for his white toes

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[~HєуRєι~]

Some actions speak louder than words, some memories speak louder than thoughts, some experiences speak louder than good intentions.

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Username: ~HєуRєι~
Cat's Name: Echofrost
Cat's gender: Tom
Cat Age: 48 moons
Cat Rank: Deputy
Clan Thread: Beamclan

Couragous||Independent||Distrustful||Blunt||Adaptable||Alert

Echofrost is a rather interesting cat. He honestly prefers to be alone, fending for himself, though he will adapt
as a situation rises. He doesn't put up with most unnecessary formalities, especially when addressing rather
rude cats. He'll speak his mind and speak it clearly, though he does have some morals. His best interest is in
those he trusts, which is not many, so he has grown an interesting multitasking skill and the ability to pick
apart others words to see their intentions. He often seems cold and distant, though he does have a heart. He simply doesn't wear it outside of his own mind. He would give his life to benefit his clan, wishing to honor
Doestar and those he trusts as he was taken in early on in the clan's development.

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Full History: Echo was born on the streets of a rather small twoleg city, being used to the specific cruelty of some twolegs towards loners like himself. Of course he met a sort of young twoleg, one who gave him food and always dropped by to talk to him rather than gawk or kick. Unfortunately this newly found friend or trusted companion was fake, as he and his twoleg friends put him into a bag and threw him in the back of their monster. He was confused and yowling for hours as the loud bellows from the twolegs echoed in the small space. It was a confusing and certainly frightening experience as he was stuck in a dark bag for possibly hours. After a while, they opened the bag, only to grab him forcefully and throw him out into the wilderness. He was shocked and confused, wandering for hours feeling hurt and betrayed by someone he would've considered a friend.
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He lost track of time, wandering the vast forests and mountains. He could've been there for days, moons even, and he still felt the same. He grew a taste for birds and squirrels, though it was certainly harder to find them than digging for scraps in dumpsters. His muscles grew, as did his experience but his belly often was empty for days at a time, travelling more than hunting and never staying in the same place. He eventually ran into a rather aggressive bunch of cats, seemingly muscled and well fed but with horrid tempers. His rather blunt nature set one of them off, pouncing onto him and raking their claws into his flesh. The other few ganged up on him before they were sure he had enough of a beating. Battered and bruised, Echo struggled to even stand, but kept going before collapsing in Beamclan territory. He awoke to find two clan cats, a she-cat and a tom who looked drastically different but had the same kind look in their eyes. His blunt nature didn't bother them and he knew in the back of his mind that they had no ill intents. Over time when socializing in the group, he participated in helping gather resources and clean the camp, leading for him to become rather disciplined and eventually becoming a full time member. As he helped out more in the developing clan, he was offered the highest position Doestar had to give and he accepted it gladly, knowing he could trust her judgement and actions. Since then he has been known as Echofrost, and has done everything he can to bring honor to his title, clan and leader.

How He and Doestar Met: During a patrol with her trusted clanmate, Ratwood, they stumbled upon a rather wounded and unconscious Echofrost. Of course they were unsure about what to do with him at first, but they ultimately decided to take him back to their make-shift camp. With Ratwood's minimal knowledge of herbs and healing, he was able to create a poultice to dis-infect the wounds and help them heal, though they may sting a bit when the tom woke up.
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The tom opened his eyes to find he was in a large cave-like den, laying on some moss. His entire body ached as his muscles moved to get up, feeling a certain stiffness in particular areas. As he pushed through the pain, walking out of the den, he bumped into a tall cat. "Pardon me but I must be going," stating, his eyes not stopping the search for an exit to look towards the cat. "No no! You should rest! We found you in rather concerning shape outside our camp," she replied with concern, leading him to finally look at the tall cat. Her eyes seemed filled with worry, her large ears perked towards him and her expression matching her emotion. "While I appreciate the concern, I can certainly handle myself on my own out there. I certainly don't need any help from a she-cat of the forest," he bluntly stated, gaze ice cold and stature rather hunched due to the pain in his back. His tail twitched with both agitation and uncertainty as he stood there in front of she tall figure. "Please stay, at least until you are well fed and healed. We wouldn't want you to go out on your own, even with as able as you say you are to take care of yourself." the she-cat looked rather solemn now and he didn't feel she meant any ill intent by her request, though he was still skeptical. Another cat walked up, this one being rather fluffy and certainly shorter than the she-cat. "You really shouldn't be up for another moon, you could get an infection with those wounds," chimed in the fluffy tom. "Look, I don't know why you care so much. I'm not a part of your 'gang' or whatever so why don't you just let me leave? I don't know your names and you don't know mine anyway." Echo was getting rather agitated at this point, these cats were strange for caring so much about a complete stranger. It certainly could only mean that they wanted something from him, right? "We just do. We don't like leaving a cat that we took in to fend for themselves when they likely are too injured to do so. But, of course it is your decision to leave." The tall she-cat seemed to droop, turning away from him as the situation continued. The fluffy tom seemed to sympathize with her, looking at her with care. A pit of guilt sat in Echo's belly and although it was rather small, he did consider the fact that his stiffness would be rather irritating when hunting. Besides, maybe it wouldn't be too bad resting for a few days. "Well... It seems that I am in no danger here and i suppose it would be in my best interest to stay until I am fully healed at the very least," Echo decided. The tall she-cat immediately lit up at that revelation, "Oh! In that case i'll go get you some new bedding and some food while you look around!" She started to bad away excitedly, before turning back "Oh, and by the way, I'm Doestar, over there is Ratwood and you are in the Beamclan camp." She made a polite meow before finally bounding off outside the shrubbery. Maybe this place wasn't too bad after all...

Officially Joining: Echo stayed in the clan for a few moons before deciding to properly join their customs. After having healed he often simply sat around the camp, thinking of where he would go the next day, how he would leave the camp after being given the charity of the leader and other cats. He always told himself "I'll leave tomorrow", then saying when he woke in his warm nest "maybe one more day...". Over the course of his stay, he grew accustomed to seeing Doestar and Ratwood, following on some hunting trips and seeing the gorgeous moon beams at night when he couldn't sleep. He admitted to himself that he couldn't leave now on a good conscience. During Sunhigh, Echo gained the courage to speak with Doestar about his decision. She was simply elated, she admitted she was starting to get used to his presence and that his help when hunting and gathering herbs took a lot of weight off her shoulders. He, Ratwood and Doestar had a private meeting and ceremony, giving Echo his proper warrior name of Echofrost, frost due to his chilling gaze and ability to hide his own emotions. He appreciated it, and certainly took well to his name in the clan. Eventually, through his duties and learning customs from Doestar as well as fighting techniques, she asked him to become deputy, giving him a high responsibility and a sense of proper purpose. He couldn't have felt more delighted, though he didn't entirely show it other than a slight smile and soft purr.

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It's hard to hate, but even harder to trust after experiences break down your spirit.