Ɖαяκғℓσωɛя
Why, hello there! My name is Darkflower. I get my name because I very mean, but, graceful like a flower. Don't think because I;m mean, that I am always mean. Get to know me and I'm very sweet. And, my black pelt is dark. Now, you should know that I am a she-cat. If you can't see that, you're a mouse-brain, and get your eyes check. I am a proud warrior. I do know some herbs, but not many, because I didn't start out as a warrior apprentice, I wanted to be a medicine cat, but quickly changed my mind. My description is pretty simple. I'm a black cat with yellow eyes. As you can see, I'm not the most prettiest she-cat out there.
My personality? I don't see why you want to know me. Well, if I don't know you, I will be very harsh. That goes if I don't like you too. You see, I don't like many other cats, after what happened with my littermates and parents. But, if I do like you, I can be very sweet. It kills me when I'm sweet to other cats. I am not a loving cat, rather hateful. That is something most cats hate about me. It is my hatefulness. I didn't choose to become who I am, I regret who I am. So, don't go and snap at me, I'll snap your neck. Seriously. I have done that before. My history? Hm, well, where shall be begin? When I was born? Alright, I was born rouge. Don't judge. I didn't like it, I fought all the time, with every cat. I was taught to be hateful and mean, don't forget rude. I might not be the best hunter, but I'm the best fighter this clan has ever seen. I'm getting so off topic..After my parents died when I was around six moons old, and this group of cats who--what, was called a clan. They took me in, and I grew up here.My kin is..in Starclan. It was a very bad day when they died. I have one littermate, a brother. One day, my parents and my brother, Alex, were walking past a field, trying to get back to our den. None of us heard the dog in the background. Or, the five dogs. They were huge, way bigger then a cat. Powerful jaws, snapping and biting. They took Alex first, dragging him away. Then father. When it was just muy mother and me, they left. Not for long. They were back, just when were fox lengths away from our den, heavy with grief. Mom didn't fight back, she just let them take her life. I ran, far. I never forgot that day.
Well, since I got all this stuff out of the way, now you want my crush? I'm proud to say, that I don't have a crush. Yeah, you probably thinking that I'm fox-hearted. No, I'm not. I haven't found that 'right tom yet. As for a mate, No, I don't have a mate either. I haven't found the right tom remember? Kits, that's a confusing question. But, I don't have kits either. That doesn't mean I don't want them, I do through. They are cute, much to my dismay.
. m u d b l a z e .

n a m e→ My name is Mudblaze. Many cats think it's a terrible name to be named. I don't think it's terrible, I like it. I'd admit that it isn't the best name ever, but it fits me. 'Mud' because of my pelt color; brown. 'Blaze', I guess because of my personality. . .
g e n d e r→ I cannot believe you can't see that I'm tom. I will not get on offended on you, and scratch your ears off like them bubbly she-cats, just because you didn't realize their gender at that given moment. Okay, I'm getting way off topic now.
a g e→ I am. . . I don't remember. I ain't a elder, that's for sure. I don't think of myself as a senior warrior either. Let me think for a moment. You see, it has been some moons since my mother and littermates were born. Ah, it was twenty-two moons ago. Sorry about that wait there, my memory is getting short now.
r a n k→ I am a warrior of CLAN. That is how it should be. I would not be a medicine cat at all. All them smelly herbs? No thank you. I do respect medicine cats, they're the closest to Starclan, so I have to really. You probably think I'm horrible for saying I have to just because they are closet to Starclan. I didn't mean it that way, they take care of our sick and weak, just like us warriors take care of others when they are sick.
p e r s o n a l i t y→ I like to think that I have two personalities. No, I am not two cats! Seriously? That is so mouse-brained. I have a very sweet understanding heart with my trusted clanmates. I try to understand everything, but sometimes you can't just do that. When I get mad and irritated, I can be deadly. I'm like a Dark Forest warrior when I am mad. I don't like killing others, but in battle I kill. I know that the warrior code states that we shouldn't kill just because it's a battle, but in self-defense it's okay. I never understand that part of the code. I try to make it seem like self-defense when I kill another in battle, but I am scared many see what really happened. . . Then there is my sweet, kind, understanding self. My clanmates trust me in the past, a she-cat once tried to be my mate. But, I didn't returned her feelings the same way. She seen me kill this tom in battle, and when I said it was self-defense when the clan leader asked me if it was self-defense, and that she-cat told the truth. The clan hasn't trusted me since.
c r u s h→ I don't have a crush. I never have. That one she-cat was the last, and I seen was love can do, and when you get rejected can cause you to do things you will later regret. I don't think love is important in life, like looking after your clan.
m a t e → No. I do not want one, never will take one. Ever. It will take me from my warrior duties. The clan is my first duty, not some she-cat.
k i t s → I do want kits, but you cannot do that without a mate. Kits are the new clan. The apprentices will be tomorrow's warriors. I don't think I will ever have kits, because I won't take a mate.
h i s t o r y → I was surprisingly not clan-born. My mother was a kittypet and my father was a rogue. Funny. That ain't mates you see every day. My father didn't stay around when he found out my mother was carrying kits. He left her with her housefolk. She was heart broke. She gave birth to a tom and me. My name was Muddy and my littermate was named Raven. Raven was a black kit with blue eyes. He followed father's pawsteps, as a rogue. I stayed with my mom 'til I was around six moons old. Some new Twolegs petted me, and played with me. It was when they started putting me in a cage, when I ran. I didn't know exactly where I was going. I could hear my mother's panicked mew in the background, blurred. I couldn't exactly hear because of the ringing in my ears. I was pushed in the ribs by another cat around my age, knocking the breath out of me when I fell to the ground. I thought I was going to die right then and there. The apprentice name was Nightpaw. He didn't get to kill me. His mentor stopped him. 'What's your name, kittypet?' The she-cat asked me, her meow sharp. 'Muddy.' That's when it all started. Nightpaw and her took me to CLAN and they treated me. . . okay the first few sun rises. Then they started warming up to me and treated me like a equal.
o t h e r → No, nothing that I know of. Now, bye!