[Atheon]

Plot:
"We found a rogue in our territory! He... he was with no one else, and he was covered in sticky mud.. but I don't know if he trod through a lake of mud.. or he disguised himself. He doesn't look friendly, and he looks a bit scary!" One of the newly appointed warriors was sent on a border patrol, and the other warriors on the patrol ended up with one less cat on their patrol. That same warrior that found the scruffy rogue had ran back to tell [Clan Leader]. [New Warrior] had been a skittish cat, and just like Ravenpaw telling the clan Redtail was dead, [New Warrior] had a bit of a hard time spitting out what had gone a bit wrong on the patrol. [Rogue] was then taken back to the Clan to inspect him. His fur was messy, he was a bit skinny, and he was drenched in mud. While he was led back to the [Clan] camp, some of the mud dried into his fur and some wore off. The tom didn't seem to mind. Cats that escorted him asked for his name, but he simply replied, "I don't have one." He didn't smile and looked as if he had a tiny bit of an evil glare in those green eyes...

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•NAME•
Hickoryfang

•GENDER•
Tom

•PERSONALITY•
Not much is known about Hickoryfang because no one has ever gotten close enough to him to figure him out. What can be only be assumed from the outside and form his behaviour is that he not a very warm cat. Everything about him screams 'cold' or 'dark' from the way he walks to that eerie, dangerous glint in his eye that never seems to leave. This is a tom who enjoys the discomfort of others and who thrives off of their strife and grief. Although he had been part of a clan once, he had left that life behind to become a loner. Or at least that's what he will tell you. No one's certain if he left the clan on his own free will or if he was kicked out for something he had done. Hickory fang can be quite malicious and manipulative but not many would assume that because of the quite, reserved exterior this toms upholds. His speech is curt and no one can really have a proper conversation with him because he doesn't carry them out. He would much rather prefer to be on his lonesome then be in a crowded clan with cats who 'depend on others for survival' as he likes to put it.

•MATE•
None

•KITS•
None

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[sapphire77]

Warrior Name: Shadowear
Cat's Personality: Though Shadowear may look rude and evil, he is actually just misunderstood. He is sweet, shy and caring. He prefers to stay in the shadows. Shadowear hates talking about his past, and anyone who ask will get their ears clawed off. Even though he is mostly kind and gentle, there is a part of him that isn't as kind as the rest. He has as short temper, and if you make him mad you will regret it. But Shadowear made a promise to himself to stay loyal to DawnClan for the rest of his life.
Gender: Tom
Story or Art:
A rouge cat with no name slipped through the shadows. He needed to start over. He wanted to forget his past. Suddenly, the loner heard cats talking in the distance. He lifted his ears and silently walked in the direction of the voices.
WIP

[Firedancer77]

Warrior Name:
Cat's Personality:
Gender: Tom
Story or Art:

Wippp!

[ᴊᴜʟɪᴇᴛᴛᴇ.]

Whitefang, well he's a shy tom. He doesn't really like socializing with people which is part of the reason that he has been a rouge for this long. He doesn't really enjoy
Story or Art:

[abandoned-account123]

Warrior Name: Badgerfang
Cat's Personality:
Badgerfang is downright evil. He will
do anything for power and uses his charming
personality to get what he wants. This rouge wants
to go down in Dawnclan history, one way or another.
Gender: Tom
His Master Plan:
Badgerfang purposely let the clan find him
in the territory. He acted skittish and shy
to ward of suspicions. What is he going to do?
He wants to kill the leader and take his place.
That missing cat on the patrol was killed by
him behind the other warrior's back. Then, he rolled
in mud to make it seem like he had nothing to do with it.

[raindrop,]

Name:
Mudshadow
Gender:
Tom
Rank:
warrior
Wanted Rank:
Leader

Personality: wip
Story or Art: wip

[razzberry]

beneath the surface ;;

Not much is known about Hickoryfang because no one has ever gotten close enough to him to figure him out. What can be only be assumed from the outside and form his behaviour is that he not a very warm cat. Everything about him screams 'cold' or 'dark' from the way he walks to that eerie, dangerous glint in his eye that never seems to leave. This is a tom who enjoys the discomfort of others and who thrives off of their strife and grief. Although he had been part of a clan once, he had left that life behind to become a loner. Or at least that's what he will tell you. No one's certain if he left the clan on his own free will or if he was kicked out for something he had done. Hickory fang can be quite malicious and manipulative but not many would assume that because of the quite, reserved exterior this toms upholds. His speech is curt and no one can really have a proper conversation with him because he doesn't carry them out. He would much rather prefer to be on his lonesome then be in a crowded clan with cats who 'depend on others for survival' as he likes to put it.

his reason ;;

"Your not the same. You never were" his mother's voice rang in his ears as his splintering emerald stare bore into her facial features. His body was stiff and his claws had slid out of their web sheaths between his toes and were grinding themselves into the dirt."You were never like him and as far as anyone knew, you didn't want to be. You blamed him for your faults and flaws when you are the only one to blame for that" Firstream's normally gentle mew was hard as was her silver gaze. The large black and white tom flicked his tail at the same time one of his angular ears ticked in impatience and irritance. "Is there some sort of point to this lecture" Hickorytalon grit out, his teeth grinding together as his impartial stare continued to stay fixated on his mother. He and his mother had never been particularly close nor had they really gotten along that much, but he blamed that on his dead brother, Pineflame. His sibling had been killed in battle, and the clan had grieved long and hard for the loss of their deputy, but Hickorytalon hadn't. Pineflame had always been the 'golden kit' the kit that his mother had always put on a pedestal and bragged about to the rest of the clan, while he watched from the sidelines as he mother bestowed all of her love and affection onto his brother. At first it had bothered him a great deal but when he came to the realization that she was just as judgemental and negligent as she often told them her own parents had been, he no longer found her or what she had to say to be relevant and made it his life goal to let her know how deep his hatred for her ran."My point is that you make up all these lies to convince yourself that your reason for behaving like you do is valid" the elder bit back, her own tail developing a curt lash as she glared back at her son. The lean tom scoffed and shook his head, his hard, furious gaze rooting his mother to the spot before he turned and left the elder's den. His pulse beat rapidly in his chest and the blood pounded in his ears, the symptoms that he usually had after his weekly confrontations with his mother. Closing his eyes briefly, Hickoryfang opened them after a second before a familiar scent greeted the scent glands on the roof of his mouth. His green oculars immediately zeroed in on the feline's spotted pelt, his body relaxing a fraction before she felt his gaze and turned her line of vision over her shoulder.

"Morning Hickoryfang. How'd the talk with your mother go?" the she-cat's velvety voice enveloped the tom when she had crossed the clearing towards him. Leopardfern had been his friend and only love for quite some time. They weren't mates but the feelings he had for her were reciprocated. She knew about how his mother treated him when he was younger and she continued to treat him up until Pineflame's death a few moons ago. The tom snorted and lashed his tail. "How they usually go. She accuses me of making things up and then tells me how much she wishes it had been me instead of Pineflame who had died in that battle" he turned his eyes away from her, knowing that if he looked at her he would only see pity swimming in her green eyes. "Hickoryfang..." Leopardfern began but the tom silenced her with a hard glare. "I don't want or need your pity Leopardfern so don't bother" he bit out earning a shocked look from the feline before her expression morphed quickly into one of anger. "You never want anything. You never let me do anything to even help you with your situation! It's all secrets, secrets, secrets with you and you never let me in!" she snapped in response, a tremor rolling through her body as her anger flowed out. Her green eyes darkened and her ears were pinned flat against her cranium. Hickoryfang rolled his eyes and opened his jaws to speak but was cut off by the furious warrior. "Don't event ry to defend yourself because you know it's true! And what your mother said was also true! I have always listened to what you had to say Hickoryfang but even when I do that you still choose to shut me out and I have no idea why. I get that you hate your mother for what she's done but Pineflame never did anything to deserve his death and you know that! You walk around here and don't talk to anybody, you want them to pity you so that you have a reason to be angry at the world and one more reason to blame your dead brother for 'ruining your life'. He was never the one to blame! Your mother was but you refuse to admit that you were just jealous of the attention he got from her!" her tone rose as her anger heightened.

Hickoryfang fixed her with a glare as she called him out and his claws had begun to grind into the dirt beneath him as he fought to keep him cool. "I don't tell you things because you don't need to get involved! You have your own problems, you don't need to come swooping in trying to be the hero and fix all mine. You just need to butt out and worry about you" his deep husky meowed seethed with malice as he shifted his weight from paw to paw. He watched as Leopardfern's expression instantly dropped and her eyes swam with sorrow before she hid it after barely a second. "You have no sense of humanity do you?" she breathed out, her mew shaky and uneven. "I will butt out. Until you find that humanity that you seem to lack, don't talk to me, don't look at me, don't even bother talking to your mother. When your like this you disgust me" she hissed. A second later she had wheeled around and slipped into the warriors den.

----the following morning-----

The sky was painted with brilliant oranges and pinks and it was truly a beautiful sight, but the departing tom paid it no attention. After yesterday's events, Hickorytalon had decided that he didn't want to be in a clan where the cats had their noses too high in the air to see what's right in front of them. Of course that wasn't the real reason but it's what he would tell anyone who asked. He had met with Stonestar, his leader earlier that morning and spoken to him about leaving, and although he was disappointed, he didn't try to stop him. Probably because he assumed he couldn't stay in the clan because of the lingering death of his brother. Nonetheless Stonestar didn't object and let him be on his way, bidding him farewell as he slipped through the thick gorse entrance of the camp. As he trudged on his new status slowly began to sink in. Rogue. That's exactly what he was. He was a cat without a clan who wanted vengeance and justice and the only way he was going to get that was by force. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he thought back to what Leopardfern had said about him having no humanity. He refused to believe it but a part of him was egging him to stop being in denial all the time. Although he was indifferent about her statement, she meant a lot to him and if finding a sense of humanity is what she wanted from him then that's what he would do. But he would have to start over somewhere new. Different clan and different cats. Then he would go back for her, and for the revenge he sought out on his mother. His paws carried him farther out of his former clan's territory and away from the home he grown up in, but Hickoryfang didn't feel any remorse or regret, rather it felt good to finally be out of there finally.

--- a few moons later---

The cats that were focused in his emerald gaze were moving along the bank on the opposite side of the river, their postures calm as they strolled along the border. Hickoryfang was crouched under a large bramble bush, his legs holding up his skinny frame as he eyes followed the patrol. The cats were part of his old clan but he wasn't watching for them he was watching for someone else. When that familiar spotted pelt broke apart from the shelter of a bush, his eyes instantly drew to her and his heart skipped a beat. He had been doing this for moons. Always keeping an eye on Leopardfern even though he was a rogue now with blood on his paws. After becoming a rogue, he had gotten into many quarrels with other loner and rogues and had ended a few lives and such but he never felt any regret when he did it, which was odd. He was still searching for that humanity that Leopardfern said he lacked but it was taking far longer then he thought. He was enjoying watching her, that was until a large stormy grey tom who was a part of the patrol licked her shoulder and nuzzled his head into her neck. The action had Hickorytalon seeing red and his claws shot out, instantly grinding into the earth. The tom heard the grey warrior exchange some words with the rest of the patrol and gave the spotted she-cat one final lick before he turned towards the river as the patrol left, assumably heading back to camp. In that moment, Hickorytalon hadn't any idea why he had done what he had, but he didn't regret it. To him it was all a blur really. All he saw was red and when he came to his senses, a large bundle of stormy grey fur was floating on the surface of the water, body limb and unmoving. He himself was drenched but his attention isn't focused on himself. He prodded the tom's body and then leaned his head down to him to see if he could heard a heartbeat but there was nothing. He was dead. Flicking his tail, the black and white tom rose his head, casting a glance to where Leopardfern and the patrol and left before bounding out of the river back to the side he had come from.

His mind reeled with what he had done as he walked aimlessly, letting his paws take him wherever. It wasn't until he came back to reality did he notice the different scent markers. He had crossed onto another clan's territory. He wasn't sure which clan it was but he wasn't interested in finding out. He would take his own sweet time leaving because he was in no rush. His search for humanity was proving to be the longest quest he would ever embark on, but he was willing to do it for the cat he loved. As the clan's scent sank into his scent glands the idea of joining a clan to help speed up his search for humanity seemed all that more appealing.

[wildfur2202]

Warrior Name: Blackfang
Cat's Personality: loyal- lonely-(secretly) caring- brave - determined
Gender: Tom
Story or Art:

Why was I in clan territory? That's what they all wanted to know. Well, there's a rather long story to it, so i oughta get started.

I was born a rogue, with one sister. I cared deeply for my sister, her name was Cherry, and she was a beautiful rosy she-cat. My birth name was Streak, but i disowned it, not long before i came to the clans. However, our parents were abusive, and Cherry tried to hide her depression. They did many harmful things to us, but Cherry got the worst of it. They forced a vicious tom named Claw, he would attack her and such, and tried to make her bare his kits more times than i can count. I'm not too sure it was possible, we were both merely 12 moons, but he tried.

Eventually i "kidnapped" my sister, so not even she would know the plans. I ran with her, us both frightened, her even more than I. I brought her to the twoleg place, when Hickory found us. She was a beautiful she-cat, and i instantly fell for her. She helped us, and we stayed with her twolegs as indoor-outdoor kittypets.

We were a great family, before long, hickory and i were mates. One day, i went to catch a mouse, or any prey at all, as a treat for the girls. While i was gone, Claw came back, and had found out where cherry was. He found the twoleg place where we were a family for many moons.

He snuck up, and captured the two dozing she-cats. I know hickory must've struggled but she was expecting my kits, though she barely showed at the time. Unfortunately Cherry doesn't fight well, and the trauma he gave her must've surged through her, and left her shocked and in fear.

When i returned, i couldn't find them. So i dropped my vole and asked a nearby cat, who filled me in. Immediately i dashed ater the scent, and for many days i couldn't find them. So on my silent mission i came to the clan territories. The mud was to desguise me from Claw, who i was sure i'd find.

This evil glint in my eyes, the clans say i have, is from the burning hatred i have to Claw. It fuels me, to find him. And kill him.

So i don't take much care of myself. I only eat when necessary and rarely groom my short soft fur. I only wish to find the two she-cats who mean everything to me. Cherry and Hickory. Learning of the clan's ways, i recently gave them warrior names, in case we end up living here. There names will be Cherryblossom and Hickoryleaf. If only i can find them, one of these nights i spend searching, or one of these hunts i look all over.

[Atheon]

beneath the surface ;;

Not much is known about Hickoryfang because no one has ever gotten close enough to him to figure him out. What can be only be assumed from the outside and form his behaviour is that he not a very warm cat. Everything about him screams 'cold' or 'dark' from the way he walks to that eerie, dangerous glint in his eye that never seems to leave. This is a tom who enjoys the discomfort of others and who thrives off of their strife and grief. Although he had been part of a clan once, he had left that life behind to become a loner. Or at least that's what he will tell you. No one's certain if he left the clan on his own free will or if he was kicked out for something he had done. Hickory fang can be quite malicious and manipulative but not many would assume that because of the quite, reserved exterior this toms upholds. His speech is curt and no one can really have a proper conversation with him because he doesn't carry them out. He would much rather prefer to be on his lonesome then be in a crowded clan with cats who 'depend on others for survival' as he likes to put it.

his reason ;;

"You're not the same. You never were" his mother's voice rang in his ears as his splintering emerald stare bore into her facial features. His body was stiff and his claws had slid out of their web sheaths between his toes and were grinding themselves into the dirt."You were never like him and as far as anyone knew, you didn't want to be. You blamed him for your faults and flaws when you are the only one to blame for that" Firstream's normally gentle mew was hard as was her silver gaze. The large black and white tom flicked his tail at the same time one of his angular ears ticked in impatience and irritance. "Is there some sort of point to this lecture" Hickorytalon grit out, his teeth grinding together as his impartial stare continued to stay fixated on his mother. He and his mother had never been particularly close nor had they really gotten along that much, but he blamed that on his dead brother, Pineflame. His sibling had been killed in battle, and the clan had grieved long and hard for the loss of their deputy, but Hickorytalon hadn't. Pineflame had always been the 'golden kit' the kit that his mother had always put on a pedestal and bragged about to the rest of the clan, while he watched from the sidelines as he mother bestowed all of her love and affection onto his brother. At first it had bothered him a great deal but when he came to the realization that she was just as judgemental and negligent as she often told them her own parents had been, he no longer found her or what she had to say to be relevant and made it his life goal to let her know how deep his hatred for her ran."My point is that you make up all these lies to convince yourself that your reason for behaving like you do is valid" the elder bit back, her own tail developing a curt lash as she glared back at her son. The lean tom scoffed and shook his head, his hard, furious gaze rooting his mother to the spot before he turned and left the elder's den. His pulse beat rapidly in his chest and the blood pounded in his ears, the symptoms that he usually had after his weekly confrontations with his mother. Closing his eyes briefly, Hickoryfang opened them after a second before a familiar scent greeted the scent glands on the roof of his mouth. His green oculars immediately zeroed in on the feline's spotted pelt, his body relaxing a fraction before she felt his gaze and turned her line of vision over her shoulder.

"Morning Hickoryfang. How'd the talk with your mother go?" the she-cat's velvety voice enveloped the tom when she had crossed the clearing towards him. Leopardfern had been his friend and only love for quite some time. They weren't mates but the feelings he had for her were reciprocated. She knew about how his mother treated him when he was younger and she continued to treat him up until Pineflame's death a few moons ago. The tom snorted and lashed his tail. "How they usually go. She accuses me of making things up and then tells me how much she wishes it had been me instead of Pineflame who had died in that battle" he turned his eyes away from her, knowing that if he looked at her he would only see pity swimming in her green eyes. "Hickoryfang..." Leopardfern began but the tom silenced her with a hard glare. "I don't want or need your pity Leopardfern so don't bother" he bit out earning a shocked look from the feline before her expression morphed quickly into one of anger. "You never want anything. You never let me do anything to even help you with your situation! It's all secrets, secrets, secrets with you and you never let me in!" she snapped in response, a tremor rolling through her body as her anger flowed out. Her green eyes darkened and her ears were pinned flat against her cranium. Hickoryfang rolled his eyes and opened his jaws to speak but was cut off by the furious warrior. "Don't event ry to defend yourself because you know it's true! And what your mother said was also true! I have always listened to what you had to say Hickoryfang but even when I do that you still choose to shut me out and I have no idea why. I get that you hate your mother for what she's done but Pineflame never did anything to deserve his death and you know that! You walk around here and don't talk to anybody, you want them to pity you so that you have a reason to be angry at the world and one more reason to blame your dead brother for 'ruining your life'. He was never the one to blame! Your mother was but you refuse to admit that you were just jealous of the attention he got from her!" her tone rose as her anger heightened.

Hickoryfang fixed her with a glare as she called him out and his claws had begun to grind into the dirt beneath him as he fought to keep him cool. "I don't tell you things because you don't need to get involved! You have your own problems, you don't need to come swooping in trying to be the hero and fix all mine. You just need to butt out and worry about you" his deep husky meowed seethed with malice as he shifted his weight from paw to paw. He watched as Leopardfern's expression instantly dropped and her eyes swam with sorrow before she hid it after barely a second. "You have no sense of humanity do you?" she breathed out, her mew shaky and uneven. "I will butt out. Until you find that humanity that you seem to lack, don't talk to me, don't look at me, don't even bother talking to your mother. When your like this you disgust me" she hissed. A second later she had wheeled around and slipped into the warriors den.

----the following morning-----

The sky was painted with brilliant oranges and pinks and it was truly a beautiful sight, but the departing tom paid it no attention. After yesterday's events, Hickorytalon had decided that he didn't want to be in a clan where the cats had their noses too high in the air to see what's right in front of them. Of course that wasn't the real reason but it's what he would tell anyone who asked. He had met with Stonestar, his leader earlier that morning and spoken to him about leaving, and although he was disappointed, he didn't try to stop him. Probably because he assumed he couldn't stay in the clan because of the lingering death of his brother. Nonetheless Stonestar didn't object and let him be on his way, bidding him farewell as he slipped through the thick gorse entrance of the camp. As he trudged on his new status slowly began to sink in. Rogue. That's exactly what he was. He was a cat without a clan who wanted vengeance and justice and the only way he was going to get that was by force. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he thought back to what Leopardfern had said about him having no humanity. He refused to believe it but a part of him was egging him to stop being in denial all the time. Although he was indifferent about her statement, she meant a lot to him and if finding a sense of humanity is what she wanted from him then that's what he would do. But he would have to start over somewhere new. Different clan and different cats. Then he would go back for her, and for the revenge he sought out on his mother. His paws carried him farther out of his former clan's territory and away from the home he grown up in, but Hickoryfang didn't feel any remorse or regret, rather it felt good to finally be out of there finally.

--- a few moons later---

The cats that were focused in his emerald gaze were moving along the bank on the opposite side of the river, their postures calm as they strolled along the border. Hickoryfang was crouched under a large bramble bush, his legs holding up his skinny frame as he eyes followed the patrol. The cats were part of his old clan but he wasn't watching for them he was watching for someone else. When that familiar spotted pelt broke apart from the shelter of a bush, his eyes instantly drew to her and his heart skipped a beat. He had been doing this for moons. Always keeping an eye on Leopardfern even though he was a rogue now with blood on his paws. After becoming a rogue, he had gotten into many quarrels with other loner and rogues and had ended a few lives and such but he never felt any regret when he did it, which was odd. He was still searching for that humanity that Leopardfern said he lacked but it was taking far longer then he thought. He was enjoying watching her, that was until a large stormy grey tom who was a part of the patrol licked her shoulder and nuzzled his head into her neck. The action had Hickorytalon seeing red and his claws shot out, instantly grinding into the earth. The tom heard the grey warrior exchange some words with the rest of the patrol and gave the spotted she-cat one final lick before he turned towards the river as the patrol left, assumably heading back to camp. In that moment, Hickorytalon hadn't any idea why he had done what he had, but he didn't regret it. To him it was all a blur really. All he saw was red and when he came to his senses, a large bundle of stormy grey fur was floating on the surface of the water, body limb and unmoving. He himself was drenched but his attention isn't focused on himself. He prodded the tom's body and then leaned his head down to him to see if he could heard a heartbeat but there was nothing. He was dead. Flicking his tail, the black and white tom rose his head, casting a glance to where Leopardfern and the patrol and left before bounding out of the river back to the side he had come from.

His mind reeled with what he had done as he walked aimlessly, letting his paws take him wherever. It wasn't until he came back to reality did he notice the different scent markers. He had crossed onto another clan's territory. He wasn't sure which clan it was but he wasn't interested in finding out. He would take his own sweet time leaving because he was in no rush. His search for humanity was proving to be the longest quest he would ever embark on, but he was willing to do it for the cat he loved. As the clan's scent sank into his scent glands the idea of joining a clan to help speed up his search for humanity seemed all that more appealing.

Congrats!

[razzberry]

thank you!