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N ᴀ ᴍ ᴇ
'My name is Shadowstorm. It used to be Josiah, before I joined the clan that is. I actually liked my old name, back when I was young. I think my current name suits me quite well, since I am an elder and a shadow started to hover over my eyes when I was around 79 moons, so I retired to an elder. My name didn't need changing, and I'm happy about that.'
G ᴇ ɴ ᴅ ᴇ ʀ
'I am a tom. Quite surprised you'd ask me that actually, but if you want to mistake it then you are allowed to. There isn't any rule saying you can't. I was born a tom, a kittypet tom to be exact, and I will most probably remain a tom mind you. But still, try to learn the difference between a tom and a she-cat, because that will come in handy for the future if you come across any cranky ones.'
A ɢ ᴇ
'I'm 91 moons old. Pretty old eh? But that doesn't make me weak! I'm as fit and tough as ever! I try to go out on a morning stroll everyday, that is, if it's not raining. I have to take care of my old bones too as well, but if I can't go in the morning, I go around sunhigh or sunset. I have to admit though, because of my age my bones really do make quite the racket sometimes. Always stretching them to make sure they won't get so stiff that I can't even move. The disadvantages of an elder.'
R ᴀ ɴ ᴋ
'I am an elder. I used to be a warrior, was never an apprentice though. I joined the clan at 28 moons, but I did have to learn about the warrior code and carry out apprentice duties as well. I am quite sad that I had to leave my young moons behind. I miss being able to do things on my own, but it is really enjoying to have the younger kits visit us from time to time. Especially the apprentices, I really do love their bubbly attitude, I always tell them to enjoy their youth while they can. I can tell you that your youth comes and goes like a frantic rabbit!'
A ᴘ ᴘ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ
'Well, I have a fully black coat if you ask me, my pure black fur is now mingling with the grey strands that signal my old age. Now I just have a mottled grey and black pelt, no distinct fur markings whatsoever. My eyes are grey, pale grey actually. My vision is slowly being stolen from my once curious eyes. Now don't get me wrong, I can still see! But I am not able to see the colours anymore, it's all faded, faded and dull colours for me. Soon I'll lose my vision completely, but not today! My muzzle is as grey as ever, and the scars of old battles are hidden under my overgrown fur like lost echoes. There is one scar that you can see, which is my torn ear. Yep, the tip of my left ear was sliced right off by a lost rogue, I can still remember the pain.'
P ᴇ ʀ s ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ
Shadowstorm was not good with words, and used to be very blunt and rude to others without realising. He was quite overconfident at times, thinking he can do things that others cannot, and put himself in danger often. He didn't have that many friends, so he was often independent and misunderstood due to his lack of sociality, but he never leaves anyone to die alone. Shadowstorm is a calm and collected character as well, rarely showing any signs of distress and his laid-back attitude adds to that trait. He tries not to attract much attention from the others, because of his strong emotions which take control over him from time to time. He mostly hung out on trees or dozed in meadows, he wasn't really anti-social, but he just didn't interact with others that much. Shadowstorm has no problem talking to anyone, it's just his habit to wander off by himself. He is willing to die for others, always saying that it's better to die together than die alone.
That was back when he was a young cat, but he still carries his main points; calm, independent and the need to protect others. Unlike before, the clan has made him more open and he interacts with the other cats more, greeting everyone he met and always visiting the nursery to say goodnight. Now an elder, he's come to realize his mistake of thinking he could do everything. He had educated himself up on manners and first impressions, though he still makes a few mistakes here and there. He relies on others more and remains mildly positive in dark times. He loves to share his old adventures with the younger apprentices and warriors, filling them up with the knowledge he knew so that they could use it in the future before he joined with StarClan.
K ɪ ɴ
Shadowstorm had a family of three, including him. His mother was a born, raised kittypet named Vier. She spent her whole life lazing in a twoleg den since she was kitted and at 30 moons she had Shadowstorm and his sister, Syk. Back then Shadowstorm was named Josiah, and his sister Syk, was the one who made sure Josiah didn't get into any trouble. She took care of Josiah and made sure he didn't get himself into anything that caused him to feel responsible for it, otherwise he would get himself really involved. Shadowstorm's father is unknown, his mother refusing to tell him anything. He had a mate, Rushingflower, and together they had little Silentkit, which he loved. Rushingflower drowned one fateful newleaf, and Shadowstorm grieved with his apprenticed daughter, Silentpaw. Silentpaw is now a warrior, named Silentsoul.
H ɪ s ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ʏ
Shadowstorm was born a kittypet, as a kit none of the other twolegs wanted him. So his housefolk threw him out with his sister, they were similar looking. Their mother was completely against this but their housefolk kept her inside. Josiah(Shadowstorm) and his sister, Syk, survived in the twoleg city for 6 moons until it was bombed by flying monsters, and humans carrying sticks that spewed out fire started to occupy the area, wearing weird green pelts with hard metal bowls on their heads. Josiah and Syk fled the area, moving into the silent forest and stayed there until they came across a badger, which took Syk's life. Josiah wandered on his own and came across the clan's territory. He was caught hunting in MarshClan's area and was taken in to be questioned. He proved himself a dignified, pure young cat and the leader offered him to join. At first, he reluctantly accepted the offer, because he thought that it would hurt them if he didn't. He agreed to change his name and became part of MarshClan at 28 moons. Of course he had to do apprentice duties first, and that lasted for about three moons until he was able to become a full-fledged warrior of MarshClan, and he was proud of it. As mentioned in his family, Shadowstorm had a mate, Rushingflower, when he was 56 moons old, and had his daughter Silentkit. But Rushingflower drowned in the newleaf floods, and Shadowstorm was left with his daughter Silentsoul.
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N ᴀ ᴍ ᴇ
'My name is Silentsoul. My mother named me that, because was really quiet when I was born she said, only letting out a few small mews. I've always been silent actually, so she really did choose the right name for me. My father keeps joking about me yowling to the sky when no one's around, just to let out all the noise I haven't used, yep, I love both of my parents.'
G ᴇ ɴ ᴅ ᴇ ʀ
'I am a she-cat. I still don't understand why some cats are unable to tell the difference between genders. My father can tolerate it but I won't, well, I wouldn't really say anything because mewing isn't really my thing and I wouldn't take as much offense. But uh, I'm not going to allow to check my gender, otherwise you'd go home with no ears. Just try and learn the difference for future problems okay? It'll be pretty handy.'
A ɢ ᴇ
'I'm 33 moons old. You could say I'm young, but I'm actually not. Well, if you're looking for someone old, go look for my father. He's about 3 times my age right now. Don't get me wrong, I think I'm pretty young, but still no mate and kits. If my mother had me, then I want to have one too, at least one. But it's also going to be pretty difficult to find a decent tom to make sure he cares for me and the kits. I do not want some lazy, mouse-brained tom hanging around my life.'
R ᴀ ɴ ᴋ
'I am a warrior. Yep, born and raised in the clan. Though I'm half loner/kittypet because of my father, but he's the best I could ever have. I knew why my mother fell in love with him from the moment I laid eyes on his kind face. He really is something, he was always supporting me no matter how far away he was and when he became an elder he told me to visit him often. But unlike him, I got to be an apprentice and a kit of the clan. My kithood wasn't really fun and games, I usually sat by the nursery watching the others play, or practicing on my own. When I was an apprentice, I really only did what they asked and and have never invited anyone out on a hunting expedition. Now a warrior, I sometimes talk to others, but I just hold back by myself most of the time.'
A ᴘ ᴘ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ
'My appearance? Well my pelt is silver with, I guess you could say black spots here and there. It's quite hard to describe, could it be splotches? Yeah I think splotches is the word for it, so I have a silvery grey pelt with black splotches-no it's a mix of stripes and splotches. Yep, I'm settled on that one, so the end on my tail is quite bushy and black, while my chest fur is mostly white. My mom was a silver tabby with amber eyes, but I guess I got my father's eyes. My eyes are grey, like a shiny grey with a few specks of amber, just a few. I got my mom's silver pelt, and for the splotches, I got the raven colour on them from my father. My scars from previous battles are quite well hidden under my thick coat, so you won't find any out in the open.'
P ᴇ ʀ s ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ
As a kit, Silentsoul was always obedient to the older cats, staying out of trouble and being careful not to get involved with other cats' business. Her father tried to encourage her to act more 'lively' but at the time she just tilted her head at him. Her mother told her that she was perfectly fine the way she was, so Silentkit continued her silent obedience until she became an apprentice. As an apprentice, Silentpaw grew more social, but not that much. She certainly started greeting others occasionally and sometimes stopped to chat of ask a few questions, she didn't lose her obedient trait though. But when her mother drowned, she immediately grew even more distant from others than before, but only temporarily, before long she was back to her normal self. Always doing the things she was asked to right away, and she tried her best too.
Silentpaw also brought her tendency to stay out of trouble, but her apprenticeship also brought her occasional craving to do dares, as the other apprentices did. When she became a warrior, she still carried with her her silent obedience, young curiosity, staying away from trouble and her strong inner craving for danger. Now she realised she always had that with her, inherited from her father most probably. As a fighter, she isn't as great as the others, but a few levels below their skills, for she can only focus on one thing at a time. If two opponents come at her, she can't focus on both and her vision becomes blurry, not knowing what to do. She also goes on strolls with her father, the one she is most social to. Silentsoul's main traits are basically obedient and quiet.
K ɪ ɴ
Silentsoul's main family used to be three cats, her father Shadowstorm, her mother Rushingflower and her. But Rushingflower drowned not long after her apprenticeship, about two moons after. Silentsoul was with her at the time, and she still blames herself for her mother's death. It was sunrise, the start of newleaf, and Silentpaw was taking a morning stroll with Rushingflower and Shadowstorm. There was a river with a tree trunk over it, stripped clean and slick. The other side of the river laid rich hunting grounds, so Silentpaw had offered to test the trunk to see if it was crossable. The trunk was dislodged as the water was rising higher and Silentpaw fell into the icy water. Before Shadowstorm could jump in, Rushingflower immediately splashed after her, grabbing her scruff and swam for dry ground, releasing Silentpaw on the river bank. Rushingflower's hind paw got caught in a crevice between the rocks underwater and a large branch was headed for her. It knocked her out and she sank under, by the time Shadowstorm got her out she was already dead.
H ɪ s ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ʏ
Silentsoul is clanborn, with kittypet blood in her, but she is still a loyal warrior. Born during leafbare, she stayed in the nursery for a third of the time she was a kit, but when she was old and strong enough, she saw the world covered in white for the first time. She loved playing in the snow, the wonderful powdery substance that fell from the sky and stuck to her fur. Fortunately for her, she never caught whitecough and remained healthy despite catching a little chill from staying out too long. At six moons she was made an apprentice, and travelled the entire territory of her clan, which was a but much for her since it was so vast and large. Two moons after her apprenticeship her mother drowned, and both Silentsoul and her father grieved for a moon, not eating much and keeping to themselves. They visited Rushingflower's gravesite everyday and sat out in the chilly nights searching the stars for Rushingflower's presence. Of course they overcame their sense of loss and returned to their normal selves. After hard moons of training she became a warrior at 18 moons and sat her vigil on a warm greenleaf night, mostly staring into the stars for Rushingflower, and Silentsoul heard her voice in her ears saying 'I'm proud of you.' Now she has watched her father retire to the elder's den after a long time serving his clan, and now she is determined to do the same until she retires to an elder.
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