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::General::Name: Echospring
Age: 46 moons
Gender: She-cat
Sexuality: Hetero
Location of Birth: ShadowClan Nursery
Time of birth: Late morning, around 10 AM
Season of birth: Newleaf
Clan Specific (Past)
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Kit, Apprentice, Warrior
Mentor: Unknown
Apprentices: Ash (informally)
Personality
General: Echospring was known for her independence, and for a good reason. She has never needed (or, rather, asked for) help from another cat, and because of this is very solitary. She enjoys, ironically, helping other cats, and is really kind at heart. She is very adventurous and brave, and perhaps left ShadowClan because she was thirsting for adventure. She has a tendency to leave things undone, and she never sleeps in the same place for more than a night. However, she is incredibly passionate, and is still loyal to ShadowClan at the bottom of her heart. She can be arrogant and often stubborn, and sometimes blunt. She means well, however, and has never had any interest in dropping hints or leaving clues- if she wants to say something, she says it, plain and simple.
Strengths: Independent, brave, persistent
Weaknesses: Arrogant, stubborn, impulsive
Fears: That ShadowClan will force her to join again, needing help from another cat
Goals: To find her brother and convince him to join her, to establish her place around the lake
Belief: StarClan, she kept her belief after leaving ShadowClan
Fates(Zodiac)
Zodiac: Aries
Birthday: April 17
Birth Stone: Diamond, symbolizing strength, eternity, and affection.
Birth Flower: Daisy, symbolizing secrets, innocence, and purity.
Element: Fire
Lucky Color: Red
Lucky Number: 12
Best Match: Gemini, Sagittarius, Leo
Worst Match: Virgo, Capricorn, Taurus
Description
Eyes: http://i.imgur.com/FXOHR.jpg
Pelt: http://warriors-prelude.weebly.com/up...
Body Type: Thin, average size, long tail
Distinctive Markings: Tabby stripes, dichroic eyes
Scars: Deep scratch on her shoulder and half an ear
History
Kitted: Echokit and Deadkit were born to Acornbelly and Greentail, though soon after their birth, Greenmail disappeared. Echo kit and her brother were the best of friends, causing trouble in the nursery and teasing the younger kits... until Featherstripe, the medicine cat at that time, told them that StarClan were always watching, and that they would disappoint their ancestors. Deadkit took the medicine cat's words to heart, becoming much more careful, while Echokit wondered why her brother was so boring as she scoffed at his words.
Apprenticed: As an apprentice, Echopaw and Deadpaw drifted apart, and Echopaw hated her mentor, asking herself over and over again why she couldn't hunt by herself. She rarely went out on patrols, hunting by herself instead. When Deadpaw asked her to join him, she refused time after time. She only wanted to hunt for herself. When her brother became a warrior before she did, she was hurt and angry. She became even more distant from the Clan, even as a warrior.
Young Life: Echospring never went out on patrols. She always snuck away from them and came back alone, with a mouse or two. She never mentored an apprentice for this reason. After an argument with her brother, Echospring felt like her Clan hated her. In her anger, she ran away from the Clan, finding a sheltered place in the forest. She never thought of the Clan again.
The Golden Years: As a loner, Echospring wandered the woods, bursting with energy and happiness, finally free from the Clans. She was hunting one day when she heard a kit mewling. She poked her head through the trees and saw a tiny grey she-kit, barely six moons old. She thought about all the kits in ShadowClan and decided to train the kit. The little grey cat called herself Ash, and this is what Echospring called her. Echospring never revealed her name to Ash.
When Ash was around 14 moons, Echospring left without warning. She knew that Ash would have to find her way in the world alone, and that she couldn't always rely on the older she-cat. Sometimes, she visits Ash without her knowledge, watching her friend grow up and hunt from the trees, though she has no idea that Ash is training Leaf.
Family
Father: Acornbelly
Mother: Greentail
Sibling(s): Deadfeather (Tempus)
Mate: None
Offspring: None
Nieces: Pricklepaw, Sootpaw, Thornkit (deceased)
Nephews: Spiderpaw
Mod
AGE// 46 moons.
GENDER// Tom.
ALLEGIANCE// Smokefire's Rogues [Name Pending]
RANK PROGRESSION// Rogue Kit»Rogue»Rogue Leader
FATHER// Smokefire - a fire-pelted tabby tom with green eyes, previous Rogue Leader, killed by a RiverClan warrior, dweller of the Dark Forest. [Tempus]
MOTHER// Shadewhisper - a black she-cat with amber eyes, Rogue. [Arieya]
LITTERMATES//
--Waspstorm - a ginger tabby tom with green eyes, Rogue Leader. [Open]
SIBLINGS//
--??? - ginger she-cat with green eyes, Rogue. 17 moons old. [Open]
--??? - black tom with green eyes, Rogue. 17 moons old. [Open]
--Webstrike - a black she-cat with green eyes, Rogue. 17 moons old. [Tempus]
MATE// Open.
KITS// N/A.
APPEARANCE//
PELT// Black like the shadows in the night.
EYES// Amber like the golden sun, but fierce as a leopard's.
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PERSONALITY// Encouraged to be merciless and cruel, Tornshadow grew to be a tough, stubborn tom who refuses to take 'no' as an answer. He feels unstoppable, like a storm, and his voice is cold and calm; he calculates his enemies and holds back his rage until he engages in battle, which is where he releases his pent-up anger and fights until the very end. Sarcastic, almost snarky, he is unlike his fierce and domineering brother, preferring to be the brains of the leadership. He feels little love for others, but holds a protective instinct for his kin.
STRENGTHS// Intelligent; Strategic; Keen hunter.
WEAKNESSES// Bleak outlook on the world; Weak compared to Waspstorm.
GOALS// To impress his father and continue his legacy.
FEARS// Failing his father and being banished.
HISTORY//
The Shadow
Shadow was raised by Smokefire and Shadewhisper to be as merciless and cruel as they are, and from a young age he was taught to exact revenge upon his enemies. They abused him without end, trapping him, leaving him, testing him over and over until he was able to prove himself and begin joining his parents on their expeditions and hunts.
He was trained by the group of rogues that followed his parents' every order, and at ten moons old he participated in his first fight against a loner, shredding his ear apart, and so earned himself the name of Tornshadow, while his brother became Waspstorm, for his storm-like fury.
Over the moons, he continued to train under his parents, and began to take over the responsibility of hunting with his brother. They were the only two hunting for many moons, feeding the clutter of cats, teaching them how to be leaders and how to command respect over the other cats.
Eventually, Shadewhisper announced that she was expecting kits, and Smokefire taught his sons how to impersonate cats of the Clans. Tornshadow's speed made him perfect to impersonate a cat of WindClan, and so he trained his muscles hard to become faster and leaner, racing over the moorlands outside of the WindClan territory to familiarise himself with the terrain.
After his parents' second litter were born, it was only moons before Smokefire was struck down by Dawnfire and taken into the icy water of the lake, leaving Waspstorm to lead the rogues on a quick diversion so that WindClan could not follow their tracks to their true camp.
After Smoke
With their father gone, Tornshadow and Waspstorm took on leadership, and assisted the other rogues in training their kin. Smokefire appeared in a dream to the two of them five moons after his death, declaring that he was in the Dark Forest and able to communicate with them. Cautiously, they agreed to do as their father wanted, though Tornshadow had hoped to break apart the clutter of cats so that they could focus on the family until the kits were ready. Unable to, he dealt with the other rogues by sending them around the territories to live in the Twolegplace for some time, forcing them to live off of scraps and run from the Twolegs that dwelled in their nests. It was a cruel test, killing off those he did not feel were necessary to the cause, but it worked.
Now, Tornshadow intends to carry out the next phase of his father's plans: to trick the Clans into battle, to weaken them, and then strike and take over the forest. His first act was to send rogues out with the scents of ThunderClan into WindClan territory, to ignite a fight between the two: it had worked, with Featherstar in the heart of the battle, the rogues had informed him, having watched from a distance, hidden out of sight and scent.
Mod
{Name}
{Age} Eighty-nine, 89, moons [Seven, 7, years]
{Gender} She-cat [Female]
{Sexuality} Heterosexual
{Location of Birth} Tipped-over trashcan, twolegplace alley.
{Time of birth} Late evening, around 7:00 PM.
{Season of birth} Leaf-fall [Autumn]
{Clan} None, rogue
{Status} Rogue Group Founder
{Rank} Leader's advisor
{General}
"If you harm my family, I will grant you a slow and painful death."
On the outside, Shadewhisper is a cool and collected she-cat. She has always been great at disguising her feelings and keeping calm. She can see a weakness in everything, especially emotions. She can dismiss insults with a flick of her tail and act as though nothing bothers her. She does this by telling herself it's not worth it to react and that her enemies will always get what's coming to them--and usually it'll be by her claws.
Yet at the same time, Shadewhisper can be cruel and terrifying. She shows no mercy and will fight and kill without hesitation. Her sharp green eyes can silence any of her kits with nothing but a look. She knows how to use her words to inject both fear and determination into others. Even more, she knows how to use her claws. She is dangerous and even the bravest cat would fear her, because if they do not, they fear nothing and have no real sense. Sensible cats tremble under her icy gaze, and StarClan help those caught in her fury.
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{Strengths} Shadewhisper appears to use everything around her as a strength. She is strong and intelligent, and knows how to use her claws and wits. She is not afraid of death, as she knows when she does eventually die, she will only join Smokefire in the stars. She will fight to her last breath and will let nothing stop her in her quest to give her kits full power over the Clans.
{Weaknesses} At first glance, Shadewhisper has no weakness. But once you get to know her, you would realize she will do anything to protect her kits. She doesn't show it at first, and sometimes it's hard for even her kits to know she loves them since she is so hard on them. But she would gladly give up her life to save their's.
{Fears} Losing her kits, failing in their mission to destroy the Clans.
{Quirks} Shredding flower petals into bits with her claws.
{Goals} While Shadewhiper shows that her goal is to destroy the Clans, like her mate wanted, her true goal is to have all cats fear her, and to be their true leader. She wants power, and power for her kits.
{Belief} Unclear. She believes in the Dark Forest, for her mate walks there and in her dreams. But she doesn't really know what to think about StarClan.
{Zodiac} Scorpio
{Strength} Mysterious, rational, intelligent, independent, intuitive, dedicated, insightful, charming, sensible
{Weakness} Suspicious, fanatical, complicated, possessive, arrogant, self-willed, extreme
{Symbol} Scorpion
{Element} Water
{Sign Ruler} Pluto, Mars
{Lucky Color} Purple, black
{Lucky Number} Four [4]
{Best Match} Cancer, Capricorn and Pisces
{Jewelry} Jasper, black crystal
{Birth Stone} Topaz
{Birth Flower} Chrysanthemums
::Description::
{Eyes} Sharp, vibrant green.
{Pelt} Long, black fur, with one silver paw.
{Body Type} Smaller, lithe, muscular for a she-cat.
{Distinctive Markings} One silver paw.
{Scars} She has a scar on her shoulder from the skirmish with Smokefire's parents, many moons ago.
{Kitted}
Shade was born late one evening, on a cool Autumn night to a young pair of mates, Jasmine and Night. Born beside her was her small sister, Ebony. Shade despised Ebony from the moment she was able to like or dislike another cat. Ebony was playful and cheery, taking after their gentle mother, Jasmine, while Shade took after her cold father. She hated playing with Ebony, and only did so when her mother begged her to.
Night began to train Shade at a very early age. She was barely four moons old when she learned her first battle moves. And she loved them. She practiced by herself night and day, constantly waiting for her father to teach her a new move so that she could work on it for the next twenty-four hours and perfect it. Because of her new obsession over fighting, Night and Jasmine began to argue with each other often. Jasmine hated the idea of having an obsessively violent kit while Night preferred the idea of having at least one worthy daughter.
{"Child"hood}
Shade was just seven moons when she was out hunting on her own in the nearby forest, hoping to impress her father with a nice, plump mouse. However the only prey she stumbled upon were the bodies of her mother and sister. Racing back to find her father, she showed Night their murdered family. It was that moment that her father gained his intense hatred for Clan cats, as he knew it was them who'd killed her. He told Shade to remember the scent that covered Jasmine and Ebony, for that was the scent of murderers. And she never forgot it.
As Shade grew, she became more and more skilled with her father's battle moves. The two moved around a lot, living in disgusting alleys and sleeping in sewage pipes. She hated the life she had, wanting nothing more than to settle down and perfect her fighting skills with her father watching with pride. Yet for some reason, Night never wanted to settle down in any place for too long.
One day, when she was about eleven moons, she came upon a young tom in the pine forest near where she was currently living. Immediately, she stalked him and attacked him. She'd expected to swipe and pull out his throat within a few moments, but was surprised to find he was just a good a fighter as she was. After a bit longer of fighting, she simply sat back as if she was bored. The tom seemed confused for a moment, and tried to leap at her again, but she easily knocked him away, saying she'd grown tired of their skirmish. The two got to talking, growing quickly interested in each other's lives.
"You're a Clan cat?" Shade asked, blinking her vibrant green eyes at the small orange tabby.
"Yeah!" he puffed out his chest, as if he were proud to be called such. Shade felt something inside her telling her to strike out and rip out his throat in revenge for her dead family. Yet something else held her back.
"Why?" she asked him, cocking her angled head at a slight angle.
He seemed confused by her question. "What do you mean, why?"
"Why are you a Clan cat?" she lengthened her question. She didn't understand why it was such a hard question to answer for the young tom. But he struggled to think for a long moment. To her, that meant that there wasn't a reason, that he wasn't truly happy where he was.
"Well, I like the prey!" he chirped finally.
Shade stared at him. He smiled back, hoping for her to say something so he didn't seem like an idiot. She blinked once, engaging him with a long awkward silence. Finally, she laughed, purring loudly. He laughed along with her, seeming relieved.
"What's your name?" he asked her through his giggling.
"Shade. You?" she responded.
"Smokepaw." he told her. She looked at him as if he were crazy.
"That's a stupid name."
She and Smokepaw left on good terms, promising each other to meet again and talk some more. Shade loved the idea of sneaking around her father, it gave her a rush and made her excited. She'd never really done anything she wasn't supposed to before.
Shade was twelve moons when she killed her first cat. She'd been shredding a flower she'd found while her father slept in the alley when a strange cat approached the two. He circled Shade, telling her how much he would love her to be his mate, how much he wanted her to father her kits. Shade let go of the flower, and lashed out at the tom cat. Her claws caught his throat and ripped it out, the blood splattering her fur. The rush and and the feeling she got when she killed him was the best she'd felt in a long time. And she wanted to do it again. Especially when her father awoke and approved of it.
{Young Life}
Shade continued to meet Smokepaw in quarter-moon intervals. But in between those meetings, she continued to work with her father on her battle moves. She grew stronger and stronger, quicker and quicker. And she loved to show Smokepaw what she'd learned. They shared many stories over time, and Shade was fascinated when she heard Smokepaw had become Smokefire. She liked the name, wondering what her name would've been if she'd been born a Clan cat like him. While she sometimes felt that Smokefire felt that she was more than a friend, her common act was to treat him like a little brother. Even so, something stronger was inside of her, a stronger feeling for the Clan tom.
When Shade was fifteen moons, her father brought a young tabby tom to meet her in an alley. She'd acted confused at first, until her father told her the tom was called Bramble, her half-brother. Her father had apparently found another she-cat, and never told Shade. She held this against her father for a while, but felt she couldn't stay mad at him for long. Bramble stayed with them for a bit, but eventually went his own way, unappreciative of Shade and Night's violent ways. But before leaving, he told Shade that if she ever needed anything, he would be there for her.
The day came when Smokefire finally told Shade how he really felt about her, and she realized she felt the same way. She brought Night to meet her Clan cat friend, and was immediately yowled at, and forbidden to see the tom ever again. She seemed to have forgotten her father's hate for Clan cats. It was a few moons before she was able to see him again. During that time, her father tried introducing her to some other toms, ones he would approve of being her mate. She hated all of them, even murdered one to prove her point to her father.
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At last, Shade was able to escape the watchful eye of her father, leaving him and all his rules behind. She ran to Smokefire, asking him to run away and escape from her. To her delight, he agreed, and the two escaped to a small island, far away from her home. The two were in love, and Shade was ready to defend that love with everything she had.
And she did. When Smokefire's parents found them on the island, she used every bit of her strength and wits to help defeat them. With her long sharp claws, she murdered Smokefire's mother by ripping out her throat with a smile. And the two were finally alone together.
The two travelled together. Shade took Smokefire to her brother's home, introducing him to Bramble. To her dismay, her half-brother told her that Night had been taken away by twolegs, but knew the old tomcat would live a better life indoors and safe. She and Smokefire stayed there, letting their injuries heal. But eventually, Bramble's new kits were too much for her to handle. And the two returned to the Clans' territories. They found a cave, making it their home and living there for moons to come.
{The Golden Years}
Moons passed, and so did the deaths of cats Smokefire knew. They were murdered by Shade and her mate's claws. The two were happy, enacting vengeance upon the Clans that had so long wronged Smokefire. It was a sunny morning when Shade told her mate that she was expecting kits. She was unsure of it at first, not wanting to deal with a litter of loud, annoying kits. But as her belly grew, so did her acceptance of being a mother.
Shadow and Wasp were born a few moons later, and Shade loved them more than anything. She vowed from that moment on, anything she did would be to grant power to her babies. And she did. She helped Smokefire train them, starting at an early age like her father had done with her. They were ten moons when she decided it would be a good idea to take on Clan names. She did it for nothing other than to disguise themselves. She didn't want a Clan name, but became Shadewhisper for her mate, to honor her stealthy skills. Her kits became Tornshadow and Waspstorm. Strong names for her strong kits.
Her second litter of kits were barely born when her mate was murdered by a RiverClan cat. Shadewhisper swore vengeance immediately, but sat back for now, letting her sons take over their rogue group. Smokefire walked in her dreams, and she vowed she would continue to carry out her mate's mission to destroy the Clans. She continues now to train her kits, both her older and younger litter.
Shadewhisker began to build a group of rogues, leading them in a mission to destroy the Clans. She let Tornshadow and Waspstorm take the roles as co-leaders, but made herself their advisor. While the two believe they make their own choices, she is always behind them. She tells them what to say and do, in a discreet manner so even they don't notice it. At first glance, Tornshadow and Waspstorm are leading the rogues, but Shadewhisker is really the one running the show.
{The Twilight Years} TBA
{Father} Night deceased from old age
{Mother} Jasmine murdered by a Clan cat
{Littermates} Ebony murdered by a Clan cat
{Sibling(s)} Bracken half-brother, open
{Mate} Smokefire murdered by a clan cat, Tempus
{Offspring}
|First Litter|
Tornshadow son, Tempus
Waspstorm son, Demi
|Second Litter|
Webstrike daughter, Tempus
Flameshadow daugher, open
Nightflash son, open, named for her father
Silence, Rogue ::General::
Name:
Age: 14 moons
Gender: Tom
Sexuality: Hetero
Location of Birth: Outside a Twoleg house
Time of birth: Just after dusk
Season of birth: Leaf-fall
Clan Specific
Clan: Smokefire's Rogues-ish
Rank: Bounty hunter
Mentor: None, though he was trained by a rogue named Wander how to fight like he does.
Apprentices: None
Personality
General: Silence is a very strange cat. He is very good at his job, and secretly relishes getting to kill other cats. He is a very manipulative and truly evil cat, and will do anything to get what he wants. Surprisingly, he is incredibly charming (a bit like Sol but less powerful), and knows how to use it to his advantage. He is incredibly focused on his task- when he gets down to tracking a cat, nothing- and I mean nothing- can distract him. He is very brave, and never backs down from a challenge. He is very mysterious and quiet, hence his name, and hides everything. He is very intuitive, and can often tell what a cat is thinking. He is very embarrased about his fear of butterflies, and has never told a single cat about it. He hates kits, and is so brutal that he would kill them for sport if he could. Silence doesn't like cats with amber eyes, because they remind him of his sister, and how his father let him kill Dawn. He also startles every time he sees a black cat (besides his own reflection) because he thinks it's his father.
Strengths: Smart, great fighter, good stalker/hider
Weaknesses: Unkind, sometimes haughty, poor hunter
Fears: Butterflies and that Smokefire's rogues will find out about it
Quirks: He walks around with his claws unsheathed, he is constantly looking behind him.
Goals: To find the cat that killed his father, to gain full access into Smokefire's rogue group
Belief: the Dark Forest, but he doesn't believe in StarClan, even though his mother resides there.
Fates(Zodiac)
Birthday: October 31
Zodiac: Scorpio
Birth Stone: Opal
Element: Water
Lucky Color: Purple and black
Best Match: Cancer, Capricorn, Pisces
Worst Match: Leo, Gemini, Libra
Description
Eyes: http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20...
Silence has deep blue eyes that look almost purple. They look like the night sky.
Pelt: http://crescentdragonwagon.typepad.co...
Silence has a thick black pelt, with a tiny, tiny white dot at the base of his paw, just above his pad. It is well groomed and glossy.
Body Type: Lean, intensely strong, powerful, long tail
Distinctive Markings: None really, though his strange purple eyes are what makes him different.
Scars: Lots, but no huge ones, just a lot of scratches.
History
KITHOOD
Dusk and Dawn were born to Kyle and Violet on a day where Twolegs ran around from nest to nest makind odd sounds. From the moment they were born, Dawn was the sweet, kind, loud one, while Dusk was always mean and quiet. They stayed behind the nest for the entire night, and then moved into a little field, where they lived in peace for three moons until one day Kyle disappeared. Dusk and Dawn were incredibly worried until he came back and reassured them.
"It was a test," the black tom purred. "I wanted to see if you could survive without me.
"I can! Watch!" The little black kit pounced, claws unsheathed, onto his sister.
"Aaaah! Violet! Violet, he's hurting me!"
But Violet was nowhere to be found, and Kyle didn't even try to stop Dusk. He had always liked the bigger tom better. Eventually, Dawn went limp. Dusk had killed his sister at not four moons old.
"You're going to need a new name now, Dusk. I mean, you don't have to be Dawn and Dusk anymore." The black kit's eyes widened.
"Can I be anything?"
His father nodded. "Anything."
"Then I'll be... Silence."
APPRENTICEHOOD
Kyle continued to train Silence for three moons. Violet was nowhere to be found. One day, when Silence was five moons, a strange grey cat appeared out of nowhere, asking him if he needed help. Silence noticed that the cat looked powerful and deadly, and eagerly asked for help. The cat called himself Wander, and taught Silence how to fight. One day Wander found out that Kyle was also training Silence, and set out to make things right.
"Kill him. Now." Wander's claws unsheathed and he stared at the small black cat. "Unless you want to die instead."
Silence glanced nervously around. His father was sleeping beside them, his throat tantalizingly close. All he needed to do was... No. No, I will not kill my father for this cat's benefit.
"Are you sure?" Wander gazed at Silence, as if he had read the young cat's mind. He raised a paw and gently ran it across Silence's neck. "Just think... would you rather be alive... or dead?"
"I- I don't know-"
"Answer me!"
Silence whimpered as Wander dug his claws in deeper. Silence would die soon if he didn't kill the only cat that ever loved him.
With a burst of resolve, Silence turned and dug his claws into his father's throat.
Silence couldn't kill his father alone, but he made a deep scratch before Wander finished the job. Silence felt no regret after killing his father, only glee, and Wander fed on that glee, training him to kill cats mercilessly, teaching him battle skills that would even impress Tigerstar. He trained until one day, when he was around ten moons, Wander left. Silence, however, didn't think much of this, and decided to finally explore the woods a bit.
YOUNG LIFE
Silence was wandering the woods one day when he came upon a black cat. at first glance, Silence thought it was his father, come back from the dead. Then he saw the tom's strange amber eyes, and leapt onto him, for those eyes reminded him of his sister.
"Hey, what are you doing? Get off me!" The black cat hissed and clawed at Silence as hard as he could.
"Why should I? I've done nothing wrong. But, because I wish to, I'll leave you alone." Silence slid off of the tom and shook himself off. "Who are you?"
"Why should I tell you that?"
"You should tell me your name because I asked what it was. My name, for example, is Silence."
"Tornshadow."
Tornshadow told strange tales of groups of cats around the lake--Clans, he called them--and Silence was enthralled. He asked more questions, and Tornshadow told him of a group that was planning to battle the Clans, to attack and destroy them one by one.
"Could I... help you?"
"Help us what?" Tornshadow stopped and sat down.
"Help you fight. I trained with the best."
"Hmmm... and why should we believe that you won't betray us? How do I know you're not a Clan cat?"
"I killed my sister at three moons old and my father at four."
"Show me."
"Sorry, what? What am I showing you?"
"You're showing me how you can fight." Tornshadow's eyes gleamed and he unsheathed his claws.
Silence and Tornshadow fought for a while, until Tornshadow cried out for him to stop, and Silence did. Tornshadow told Silence that he would be a half-member of the group, and once he had proven himself worthy he'd be a full member.
Now, Silence lives around the rogues, acting as their bounty hunter, killing cats for Waspstorm's benefit. He hopes to become a full-fledged member of the rogues one day.
Family
Father: Kyle (deceased, killed by Silence)
Mother: Violet (disappeared as soon as the kits were born)
Sibling(s): Dawn (deceased, killed by Silence)
Mate: Open
Offspring: WANTS NONE!!!
Quick Looks:
Kyle, father:
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/...
Violet, mother:
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/133/36...
Dawn, sister:
http://pussyfunny.com/wp-content/uplo...
(what she would have looked like if she were alive)
Wander, mentor:
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/...
::General::Name: Crow
Age: 37 moons
Gender: Male
::Clan Specific::
Rank: Rogue
Mentor: None
Apprentices: None
Past Ranks: Rogue, loner.
::Family::
Father: Wheat (Deceased)
Mother: Heather (Deceased)
Sibling(s): None
Mate: Wolfspirit
Offspring: None.
::Description::
http://i62.tinypic.com/2vt1d7d.jpg
Eyes: Green
Pelt: Black
Body Type: He is a lithe and skinny cat. He has barely any meat on him. If he stretches his ribs will show through his skin a bit.
Distinctive Markings: His left ear have a bunch of notches in it and one on his right.
Scars: None.
::Personality::
He has a very sarcastic and fun personality. He likes to snark other cats, even if that usually gets him in trouble. He also tends to be playful, and tries to get on people's good side. However, when he wants something, he tends to be very ingratiating... willing to appease those who are stronger than him. He can also be a bit of a fraidy cat (pun intended).
Strengths: Information. As a rogue, he knows a lot about other loners and rogues around. Smart. Funny. Stealth.
Weaknesses: Weak at battle. Ingratiates to those who are stronger. Is kind of a coward.
::History::
Crow is infamous among the Clans. He used to be pesky loner who sometimes wandered into Clan territories and got chased out easily. But then cats started noticing a new trend with him; whenever a group of rogues attack, he always is among their ranks. He does it specifically to leech off their food and protection... and pretty early on in the battles he is seen running... but it still makes him invoke the ire of the Clans. While he knows he should not go into Clan territory, he finds he needs to eat and will wander in and out of the territory, careful to not get caught.
