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[Little Blackie]

(Well, that was in the past! This now ^^)

[Little Blackie]

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Name;; "Brightpaw, soon to be Brighteyes, you can probably tell why! I suppose you'll want to know all those other details? What do you want to know?"
Rank;; "Apprentice, but soon I'll be the best Warrior in the clan! I'll be strongest, fastest, brightes-- You get the point!"
Dream;; "Dream, huh? That's to easy. To be the best warrior in the entire clan, of course!"
Crush;; "Nah, I'm too young for that, dude, I don't understand why Ravenswoop is so fussed about Fangstar."
Power;; "I can manipulate other cats and I'm an empath, meaning I can also manipulate emotions and know how every other cat is feeling."
Kin;; "Ravenswoop, Tigerstrike and Seerflash! We're a big family!"
History;; "Hmm. Whilst my siblings grew up in the clan, I grew up as a loner. My mother named me Bumble and it had become my nickname in the clan."
Other;; "That it? Can I play now?"

[pumpkin.]

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• N a m e : The name is Shadowstalker; like you'd want to know, though. I was born as Darkness, a rouge, along with my parents and their group. Then again, I left soon after, so I wouldn't consider myself exactly from rouge origins, though really, I am. I then was found by the clan- no, they didn't find me, I found them- and I was made an apprentice, Shadowpaw. Who knows why, probably because I have dark fur and they couldn't come up with anything original, and or, creative. After my fair share of training, I became Shadowstalker; okay, that you have to give credit for being the slightest bit creative.
• G e n d e r : Well, this just be quite embarrassing for you, shouldn't it? If it's not obvious enough to your distorted eyesight, then you should know that I am, and always will be, a Tom. Tom-cat, guy, male, señor, dude- whatever you want to call me, I don't care. A word is a word, right?
• A g e : Hasn't anyone ever told you it's impolite to ask a lady her age-? Oh, wait, I'm forgetting something here; have I mentioned my name is Shadowstalker? Ha, anyway, I'm at the age of twenty-five moons. Old? Not exactly; I am old in the eyes of the ones younger than me but small and fragile in those that have surpassed. I was born in the harshness of Leaf-Bare, which ultimately caused the death of my siblings.
• R a n k : My rank? Well, I'm obviously a kit; is it not obvious enough? Sarcasm alert, warning, I'm a warrior! Average, everyday warrior; though I'm perfectly fine with that. You know, hunting for the clan and fighting is entertaining enough as it is. But one thing I suck at- swimming. Don't even suggest it. I'd sink like a frickin' rock.
• D e s i r e d R a n k : Well, if we're being honest here, I'd like to be deputy at some point in my life. I mean, isn't that basically everyone's dream? Kittish, some might say- but hey- everyone has that one dream they have to fight to achieve. This is just mine, and I'll get through it.

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• A p p e a r a n c e : I'm handsome enough as it is, can't you tell? Ha ha- no. If you're blind or something- which you must be if you can't tell- I should probably tell you that I have dark black fur. Dark doesn't even complete the term, literally. I'm invisible in the night, except for my amber eyes, which stand out against the darkness, or so I've been told. I pop out of the snow in the winter, of course, but that doesn't exactly bother me. I've been told my eyes are rather beautiful, but nothing really is that beautiful is it? Isn't everything just Death in disguise, waiting for you to slip up and taunt you? They could say what they'd like, but there's only one beautiful thing in this world. What is it? Much rather who- but I'll tell you later.
• P e r s o n a l i t y : Shadowstalker is still trying to determine the meaning of "life." He has much trouble deciphering all of the problems in the world and the emotions he has bottled up inside of him, which causes him to be rather hard-headed and hot-headed, so he is not the most favored tom in the clan. He sometimes suffers from hallucinations, due to his troublesome past, which makes Shadowstalker usually alert and most of the time, easily frightened. He is also quick to anger, and with his sharp tongue, usually snaps even though he doesn't mean to. Hard-headed, yes, he doesn't easily back down from a fight and will fight until his last breath if he had to; one of his many flaws that makes him the misunderstood cat he is. His fierce loyalty and stubborness are not the best recalled traits in this clan, because it has led to many of his mistakes in the past. Under his defensive layer, Shadowstalker is a joker that can really never stop laughing. The prankster at times, if he knows you well enough- well, then you'd better be on the look-out for flying badgers. He is clever, but never has the opportunity to use his smarts because most of the cats in the clan believe he will just screw things up in the end. Over all, Shadowstalker is just a misunderstood tom; reserved and hot-headed, he doesn't talk much. He's just waiting for the right cat to come along and help him open up, though he's afraid to trust. As for Shadowstalker's power, well, he can control the shadows and occasionally the day and night changes with his emotions. Imagine how often it gets darker.
• H i s t o r y : For a quick summary? Shadowstalker was born as Darkness to two rouges, his mother was Blue, despite her black fur, and his father was Shard. Neither of his parents wanted kits, less alone their rouge group, but it really didn't matter anyway. Shadowstalker and his littermates were left alone in the forest to die, and Shadowstalker watched helplessly as his four littermates, Frost, Techno, Claw, and Blizzard, where picked off slowly one by one in front of his eyes. It started with Blizzard, the runt of the litter; the kits had just barely opened their eyes and stumbled out into the open when an overpowering shadow swept down, and suddenly, Blizzard was gone. Gazing up into the sky, they say the small shape of Blizzard being flow away in the talons of a hawk, his terrified screeches slowly dying away into the wind. The second to go was Claw, the first-born tom of the litter. Just two days after Blizzard had been stolen from the group, Techno, Darkness, and Frost were out looking for prey, looking for Claw along the way, who had gone missing only an hour before. In the rustling of the bushes, the three kits peered through to see Claw, wounds running along his body and a gash above his head- not to mention the missing eye- getting mauled by two foxes. He was quickly down, and the kits fled, which also caused the death of Frost, Shadowstalker's younger sister, who had tripped over a tree root and was caught by the foxes, following the same fate as Claw. The last one to go was Techno, who has the unknown fate as he was seperated from Darkness when they were running from dogs. Darkness was nearly caught by the dogs, but managed to get away with just the disadvantage of being half-blind. He then stumbled upon the clan, and was taken in by a previous clan leader, where he became an apprentice and then a warrior. He had to prove himself to the clan, and still is to this day.

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• F a t h e r : Shard-Killed by Rouge Group
• M o t h e r : Blue-Searching for Shadowstalker
• S i b l i n g s : Claw-Dead, Frost-Dead, Techno-Missing, Blizzard-Dead
• S e c r e t C r u s h : If you tell anyone this I'll- urgh... Well, you remember that one beautiful thing- rather cat- I told you about earlier? Well, that's Ravenswoop. She's probably the only reason I'm still here, but really, love is just Death in disguise, remember? Don't trust it.
• C r u s h : Ravenswoop
• M a t e : Nope
• O f f s p r i n g : I would need a mate for that, wouldn't I?

{ Form belongs to ~*Winterfur*~ , the cat is mine! }

[Little Blackie]

(Wow. Heh. That's one epic kitteh.)

[Lil' Mutt]

Accepted Jar :)
Jay ur apprentices weren't accepted for the moment because you already have plenty for now :3 ))

[Lil' Mutt]

Morningpaw sat beside Runningkit, rolling her eyes as he spoke.
(someone please jump in!)

Fallingsun lapped at his fiery ginger pelt, his yellow eyes gleamed without expression.

Fangface looked at the clan that would soon be his, he purred at Ravenswoop. "Hey princess!" His golden eyes sparkled.

[pumpkin.]

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A sullen heart ticking under the ground
Taking the weight of which has yet to be found
If you can hear me now, why don't you recall?
I was the one who cared after all

Shadowstalker kept his eyes intent and glued on his target, his claws flexing threateningly in and out of the dampened ground as he prepared to lunge. The mouse continued its content nibbling on the seed, and Shadowstalker felt a smirk etch its way across his face and engrave itself on his features as he thought of how easy this kill would be. "Here, little mouse." He whispered under his breath, a crooked grin sprouting on his face before there was a flash of fur, and the mouse dropped to the ground, lifeless. Shadowstalker plucked it up, letting it hang limp from his jaws by the tail, and he padded into the camp with long strides towards the fresh-kill pile; doing so, he averted his eyes from others, suddenly growing nervous. He dropped his mouse on the fresh-kill pile, and avoided the distasteful glares of other clanmates that surrounded him. He still had to prove his worth, didn't he? Know one really did trust him, did they? Sighing heavily, his amber eyes reflecting the sun, he stretched and flexed his claws into the dampened ground, the shadows revolving around him.

[Little Blackie]

Ravenswoop looked up from where she'd been sitting by the Warriors den. She instantly recognised the speaker and she allowed herself a small smile. "Fangface. Good morning!" Then, something caught her eye; a flash of black. It was Shadowstalker. She watched him for a moment, he looked nervous. Then, her gaze returned to Fangface, angelic. She beat her long, ebony wings gently, it was a way of fanning herself from the heat.
(Okay, Brightpaw can wait.)

[warrior queen]

Name:Lightheart
Rank:warrior
Age:18moons
Crush:none yet
Gender:female
Dream:to find a mate and have kits
Power:to make it light in a dark place
Kin:none
Other:appearance see on signature.

[roguecat]

Moonflight gazed at Shadowstalker, straining, groping for his emotions. She expected to find arrogance, pride, but instead found only nervousness and desperation to prove himself. She turned away, breaking the connection to his mind. Suddenly lonely, she slumped to the warrior's den.