username; talonpawthewarrior
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Hillclancat name; rainfeather
cat gender; male
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Rainfeather remembers the first fight he was in. It was during a time before the clan he calls home existed...
He was around apprentice age at the time, and doing his best to keep under the radar of the local gang of cats. He was still young, and most certainly not a master though, so only he himself was surprised when he got cornered in an alleyway by two of the brutes and the leader himself. He called himself slash, and he was an ugly looking persian, with a honeyed voice that seemed to rumble a soft threat when he spoke. Rainwhisker, at the time called pad, couldn't remember what slash wanted, but he did know he refused to give it to him. Slash's copper eyes flared and his tail lashed back and forth, as in a cold voice, he gave the order. The two brutes advanced, and Pad immediately realized how outnumbered and outmatched he was. The first leapt at him, and all he felt was searing pain as he raked his claws along his flanks. He slashed at his muzzle, and wriggled free, bolting past the other brute, and slash who roared in anger. He dashed as far as hd could, but soon realized they were gaining. He knew he needed to lose them fast. He dashed around a corner, and taking advantage of temporarily being out of sight, he ducked behind a dumpster and waited for them to pass.
After that he knew the city wasn't safe, so he moved to the moors, where he lived out most of his life, until he came to hillclan. Hesitant at first for fear of it being just like slashes gang, he kept his distance. But once he realized that no one could be as bad as slash and his gang, he joined them.