Name-Shadowflight.
Wanted rank-I don't know. Deputy or leader, but just because I feel like...like I need to be helpful. It's odd.
Gender-female.
Personality-I'm intelligent, I guess. I'm good at reading other cats. I'm also very gentle and understanding. However, I have a sarcastic, rude, some might say mean side. I hate any kind of discrimination, and I carry a grudge for a long time.
Strengths-climbing, hunting, and fighting.
Weaknesses-talking to others, swimming, sitting still.
Image- (on mobile) I have dark black fur that glints brown in the sunlight. I have a fairly petite build, but I'm heavily muscled underneath that. My eyes are strikingly blue.
Age-36 moons.
History-I was born in the clan, and it was fairly standard. However, one odd thing...about a moon ago, I met a tom. Oh, he was wonderful. He was the first cat I fell in love with. I would sneak out almost every night to meet him. Then, just a couple nights ago, he came to meet me...but he was sick. He died. I buried him, and the strange thing is...I feel like he's alive. Not like, I think he's still out there, but...I keep forgetting he's gone.
(She's going to have kits, but she doesn't know yet.)













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