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 Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 8:54 am
Owner: XxEchoingSilencexX  . : About Me : . I have never required a name. (Will be named Sky by Seaclan when introduced, and Skydescent when he has earned his warrior rank).
I don’t understand what a clan is. (Rogue, will join Seaclan).
I'm a tom, why are you asking?
I'm 24 moons (2 years).
I'm a rogue, but will wander into Seaclan territory.
My kin include no one that I know of. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
+ Wood pidgeons
+ Mice
+ Watching the clouds
+ Watching other cats (unknowingly like a creeper)
+ Observing the clan cats and their strange ways (again, unknowingly like a creeper)
+ Watching bees
My least favorite things...
- Cats making fun of him (although he’s usually clueless about it)
- Fish, they are scaly and slimy creatures and he doesn’t understand how it is food
- Messiness
- Mud
- Getting his fur dirty, the feeling is unpleasant
And, my fears.
// She-cats
// She-cats touching him
// Sharing tongues, it’s a very strange habit that clan cats seem to have
// Wasps
// Water . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Skydescent typically displays very little emotion and always exhibits a somber disposition. He can often be seen observing others with a confused expression on his face, puzzled about the strange ways of clan cats. Since he grew up without the company of any other cats, he does not understand the gestures and interactions of one cat to another. Since he is not from Seaclan, he does not understand clan-speak, and when someone says a word he does not understand, he will gaze at them with a very puzzled expression. Due to his naive curiosity, he has no regard for personal space and will sometimes unknowingly invade another cat’s comfort zone, probably earning an angry swipe to his face. When he observes others, it is as if he is inspecting some new species of life form.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Skydescent is a short-haired tom, with reddish-brown hair all over his body. If you were to look closely, you would see strands of black hair scattered densely all over his body - he is what humans call a ticked tabby. His muzzle and underbelly are light brown, whereas his back has a darker shade. His most distinctive features are his piercing blue eyes, and when he stares at someone it would feel as if he was staring right through them into their soul. Often his blue eyes hold either a puzzled, curious gaze or simply a solemn and gloomy expression. His body is lithe and muscular from a lifetime of fighting off rats, and trained to react quickly instead of relying on brute strength. He knows how to hunt mice, but does not know how to swim or fish.
My history, don't go poking around!
Skydescent was born as a stray in the Horseplace in Breezeclan. He was the only kitten in the litter, and was the result of an unwanted mating, hence his mother never really cared for him. Since he was the only kit, she didn’t bother giving him a name, and merely saw to it that he was fed and healthy. The kit would be left alone for half a day, and when his mother returned he would suckle, then she would leave again. When he reached a month old, right when he was weaned off milk, his mother suddenly vanished. He never knew what happened to her, all he knew was that she left and never came back.
The kit mewled and cried for his mother, but when she didn’t return for two whole days, he wandered around the barn in search for food. Since he was just a month-old kitten, he didn’t know what was edible or not, so he tried nibbling on the straw and hay meant for horses. He gave up when he failed to even chew through his first strand of straw, and stumbled off in search for other sources of food. To his immense luck, a raven had left a half-eaten rat at the top of the barn, still half-fresh and not yet festered with maggots. With great difficulty the kit managed to climb through stacks of straw to the rat, and proceeded to feast upon the great find, not having eaten for two whole days.
Knowing that to survive he needed to know how to hunt for his own food, the kit taught himself how to catch mice in the barn. Food for mice and rats were plentiful in amongst the bales of straw and hay, and it was a miracle that the kit was not picked off by a rat or crow. He defended himself against rats larger than himself, and as he grew he began to hunt for larger and larger mice, until he was hunting rats almost his own size for food. It was nothing short of a miracle that the little abandoned kit survived, but he did. The humans who owned the barn took no notice of the cat who had taken up residence in the barn, and were even glad to have a ratter at their hands.
When the most recent flash flood hit, the nameless cat had been tussling with a raven outside the barn, who just happened to have stolen his rat. Suddenly, he felt himself being swept off his paws by a strong wave of flood water, carrying him half-drowning and half-splutterig into Seaclan lands. The lake had overflowed and its strong currents had swept him away and dumped him into some strange foreign land that was “Seaclan”.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 4:55 pm
Owner: Loiiypop-chan  . : About Me : . My name is Kindsoul .
I'm a proud member of Seaclan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 15 moons.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include None . . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- To help cat's in need
-My clan mates
-Fish
-Kindness
My least favorite things...
- Unnecessary harshness
-Pain
-Crowfood
And, my fears.
Drowning
friends getting hurt . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Kindsoul is named for her kind and gentle personality. She dislikes fighting, and loves to make friends with everyone. She would have made a good medicine cat, but she wanted to learn how to hunt for and protect her loved ones. Despite her loving nature she wont stand for something she views as injustice or someone hurting someone she loves. In matters like that, she will fight with all her might, though using her voice rather then her claws. She is very loyal to her loved ones, and will help them even if she knows they are wrong. She loves to help those in need.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I am a thin and agile cat. I am white with grey patches all over my body, a black nose, and beautiful light green eyes. Despite my gentle build, I have muscles earned from hunting, fighting, and swimming. The pads on the bottom of my feet are black and pink. I have white rings on my grey tail.
My history, don't go poking around!
She was born from to Seaclan warriors. She was the only cat in her litter so she was very well loved by her parents. They were older when they had her though, and both went to starclan by natural causes, before she was made a warrior. Went she was young, before she’d learned to swim, she almost drown. Obviously she didn’t, as her older clanmates were easily able to save her. But now she doesn’t like the water. She can swim as well as the next Seaclan cat, but she doesn’t enjoy it. She tries to hide this fact, as she’s ashamed of it.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 9:18 am
Owner: Mandalore Canderous Ordo  . : About Me : . My name is Sandstripe.
I'm a proud member of Seaclan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 20 moons.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Mother (Deceased) , Father (Deceased) . . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
• Play-fighting with the kits
• Being in water
• Exploring the territory
• The feeling of a successful hunt
• Sleep
My least favorite things...
• The feeling of sleep trying to overwhelm me when I'm awake
• Fights between clans.
• Crow-food
• mouse-brain ideas.
• Leaf-bare
And, my fears.
• Fear of lightning and thunder destroying the camp. . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Sandstripe is a tough, cautious tom. Back when he was a stout, little kit, he was adventurous and kept trying to sneak out the nursery, some succussful, some that ended with a gentle cuff to the ear. He became his over-cautious self when his big ego decided to wander a bit too near the cliffs where the sun-drown place is. He has a calm, cool, competitive personality and because he's jumpy, he's quick to react if something's wrong. He has a soft side to kits of any,
It's what I am, like it or not.
Sandstripe is a medium-sized, lean-looking tom with a dark sandy-looking pelt with stripes. He has bright, green, eyes that tends to show a lot of color during the day. His tail seems (Just seems! No special power or something here.) to became slightly silver in the moon. He has heard from the older warriors and elders that he greatly resembles his father, even to the extent of some of the elders calling him by his father's name.
My history, don't go poking around!
Sandstripe was born to Silvertail and a father that died when Silvertail was in labor. Back then, Sandstripe loved to run around and feel free, no duties as an apprentice or the responsibilities of a warrior. He visited the story-telling elders often, enjoying each tales of an ancient warrior. Despite all the freedom he already had, he sneaked out the nursery, out of camp and to the cliffs to see the sun drown place. In a stroll near the sun-drown place, an unstable edge broke and Sandkit lost his balance. His mother appeared from nowhere and managed to grab Sandkit. He opened his mouth to apologize not staying in the nursery, but when he looked back, his mother was gone, nowhere to be seen. He went back to camp and into the nursery, changed.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 10:06 am
Owner: Winged Timberwolf  . : About Me : .My name is Griffonsea.
I'm a proud member of SeaClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 24 moons (but I look like seven moons).
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Tammy/Foampoppy (foster-mother, deceased), Moss-star (mother, deceased), Freezeshadow (lbrother)... : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
* The wind
* Water
* Fish
* Climbing
* Hunting
*Fighting
*Chatting
* Heights
*Dragonfire :'D
My least favorite things...
* Dogs
* Twolegs
* Foxes
* Heights
* My durn claws!
* Hot-headed cats!
And, my fears.
* Heights
* Being too arrogant . : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Kind and mild-tempered, but with a rambunctious ambition and curiosity, she is the epitome of the phrase "curiosity killed the cat". However, she's not stupid, and her cleverness has always prevailed to get her out of the messes she gets into. She is very prideful and brags often, but she's usually teasing. She also likes listening to elder's stories and making up her own and has a tendency to hang around with elders, loving their wisdom, and also tells stories of her own to the kits. She loves hunting, swimming, climbing, and fighting-anything to stay active! She can never sit still (after moons of being in a dusty old twoleg nest, who would be able to? ) and has boundless energy. She's a loyal friend and hard worker. She acts childish at times but can be serious and mature when need be.
It's what I am, like it or not.
A small-built beautiful, rich, earthy-brown she-cat with brilliant sky-blue eyes and sharp claws. Her coat is thick and luscious. Despite her size, her strength is surprisingly large, and her flexibility very versatile. In fact, she's the feline version of a contortionist; her limbs bend at impossible angles and she's double-jointed just about everywhere. She has fur at the tip of her ears and white underbelly stretching from her muzzle to her tail-tip. Her claws are unusually thick and sharp, like the talons of an eagle, though they grow at an alarming rate and she's always having to scratch them and keep them trimmed, otherwise they grow twisted (earning her the nickname Twistedclaw, though she'll claw your ears off if you call her that!)
My history, don't go poking around!
She was actually born in SeaClan and is pure-blood Clan cat. Her aunt, Foampoppy, catnapped her away to a twoleg place (her aunt was mentally unstable). Once the twoleg died they began to wander around as rogues, and when Foampoppy fell ill and started dying, she confessed the truth to Griffon. Griffon made her way back to the Clans finally and was reunited with her real mother Moss-star and her brother Freezeshadow.
Griffonpaw was more than excited to be a warrior. Moss-star completed the training Foampoppy had given her.
Griffonpaw witnessed Foxfire's attempted murder on Moss-star. The leader almost drowned in the sea and Griffonpaw rescued her, but the leader had suffered to many injuries and lay dying at her feet. With her dying breath, Moss-star named Griffonsea a warrior, naming her after the sea she so loved. Griffonsea promised to serve SeaClan well. You can read the heartbreaking event here.
Now, with the Slayers vanquished, Griffonsea is as hearty as she always was. Not much has happened to her, other than being a great warrior and all~ She has no mate, either...;3
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 1:28 pm
Owned by: Loiiypop-chan . : About Me : . My name is Rarepaw >> Raresparrow.
I'm a proud member of Seaclan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 16 moons.
I'm a apprentice.
My kin include none worth mentioning . . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
-Beautiful things
-myself
- ... Kindsoul... sometimes
My least favorite things...
- Getting dirty
-being ordered around
-not being able to say how I feel
And, my fears.
-that I will have no friends, because of my personality
-not having a family
-failing my friends and clan . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Rarepaw is a vain cat. She is beautiful and she knows it, and tends to think of herself being above others. It's hard to earn her loyalty, but once you have it, you have it for life. Those she is friends she hold very dear, but fears she will loose, because of the way she is. She would lay her life on the line for any cat she found worthy. She is not afraid to speak her mind. She can be blunt, and come off as rude, but she doesn't mean any harm. Despite her defiant attitude, when it comes down to it, she will obey orders, and is a good learner.
It's what I am, like it or not.
She is a beautiful snowshoe cat. She had piercing blue eyes. Her body is cream coloured at the top, and darkens to brown. Her ears, nose, paws and tail are a dar brown. Her nose and paws have many pure white patches. Her paw pads are a light, rosy pink.
My history, don't go poking around!
Rarepaw's parents were overjoyed when she was born. Her mother was much happier to have a daughter then a son, and her father was fericly protective of her. She was constantly told how perfect and beautiful she was, feeding her ego. When they both died in battle, Rarepaw didn't morn them in public, but in private, as she viewed morning in public unattractive. But she did morn the in private. She hadn't made any friends, as she viewed the other kits as below her, so no one noticed that she was in pain... except for Kindsoul. Kindsoul recognized Rarepaw's pain, and was kind to her, helping her get over her grief. She doesn't understand why Kindsoul is her friend, and she thinks it's because Kindsoul is too stupid to know what an insult sounds like. But regardless, Kindsoul is like an older sister her her, and despite her hard comments to her 'sister' she truly does love her. She'll be the first one to criticize Kindsoul, but Starclan save you from her tongue lashing if you try it.
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2013 7:17 pm
Owner: Zadski  . : About Me : .My name is Hawkstorm.
I'm a proud member of SeaClan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 23 moons.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include (unknown).. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
• Hunting
• Training apprentices
• Night
My least favorite things...
• Hot days
• Snakes
And, my fears.
• Failure . : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Hawkstorm is a good warrior, if not slightly arrogant. He knows what he wants, and is willing to work hard to get whatever that may be. He can be a bit of a flirt, but has not gotten himself a mate just yet. He is more of the joking type, more willing to play around than sit and be bored. He does know that there is a time for the jokes to end, and takes his duties as a warrior very seriously.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Hawkstorm has long, brown fur, with occasional bits of ginger or white fur mixed in. He is rather large and strong, with broad shoulders obviously showing his strength through his fur. His eyes are a blue-green color. The tip of his tail is dark brown, as are all four of his paws.
My history, don't go poking around!
Hawkstorm's mother died giving birth to himself and his sibling, who died not long after birth. Hawkstorm never knew who his father was; his mother had chosen to keep that information to herself, and after her death no cat knew who it could have been. It didn't bother Hawkstorm in the slightest; he was determined to be a strong warrior. Hawkstorm doesn't like to make enemies, and is usually the cat who tries to make everyone happy when they become sad. He isn't always the best for advice but he tries his best. He wants his clan to be healthy, happy, and successful.
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2013 7:19 pm
Owner: Zadski  . : About Me : .My name is Jadestream.
I'm a proud member of SeaClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 16 moons.
I'm a Queen.
My kin include my unborn kits.. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
• Swimming
• Watching kits grow and play
• NewLeaf
• Being surrounded by Clanmates
My least favorite things...
• Feeling lost
And, my fears.
• Drought
• Death
. : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Jadestream is a very calm cat, and is rather difficult to anger. She isn't the most talkative, and prefers to sit and watch. She enjoys watching kits play, and can't wait for her own. She is no pushover though; she can be stern when she needs to be, and isn't afraid to stand up to trouble. She is fiercely protective of her clan, and StarClan help any who try to hurt them under her watch.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Jadestream is a silver and black tabby she-cat. She is a bit on the small side normally, but at the moment her belly is full of kits. Her eyes are what gave her the name Jadestream; they are a beautiful jade green color. Her chest and underbelly are a pure white color, with a few dark tabby stripes. The backs of her hind legs as well as her tail tip are black.
My history, don't go poking around!
Jadestream has spent her entire life in SeaClan. Since the time she was a tiny kit, Jadestream knew that she somehow wanted to be able to give back to her clan, and help in any way that she could. She is grateful for all they have done for her, and how much she has learned. She became a warrior under her mentor's guidance, and can think of no happier day than the day she was finally ready to receive her Warrior name. She greatly enjoys hunting, and can live with the patrols. Anything to keep her clan safe and healthy. Now that she is pregnant, she feels as if she is finally giving back to her clan; there is no greater gift than the gift a new warriors. She waits eagerly for the day she can see her kits become great Warriors, and finally feel like she has given her all to her home. Her mate died recently, and for a while she wasn't sure how she would be able to cope, but she soon realized that feeling depressed would be no help to her clan. So she stays optimistic, happy at the thought of her mate living on through their shared kits.
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Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2013 12:50 pm
Owner: KitKitty2234  . : About Me : . My name is Skypounce.
I'm a proud member of Seaclan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 23 moons old.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include Stormsky, sister.. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- Swimming
- Hunting
- Kits
-Clear skies
My least favorite things...
- My sister being bossy
- Hot days
- Leaf bare
And, my fears.
- Not becoming leader of the clan
- Losing his sister
- Never knowing about their mother of father . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Skypounce is a very shy and quiet cat. Is very skiddish, especially around other cats besides his sister. He is a very clumsy cat, and his cleft paw always gives him trouble when swimming in fast currents, which frustrates him to no end. He loves to be with his sister, and they are basically insepertable. He hates following the rules, but is loyal no matter what happens. His sister comes before his clan, which makes him doubt himself. Somewhat gloomy.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Skypounce has pure white fur, the color of clouds. It's fluffy, but sleek in water and doesn't weigh him down. His left front paw is twisted to the right, causing him walking and swimming problems, but he never gives up. His eyes are a bright blue, the color of ice above a rushing current. His legs are spindly and long, helping him leap high as a kit, before his accident of course.
My history, don't go poking around!
Skypounce had been born early into the clans, sickly, along with his stronger sister Stormsky. His mother had been very weak and grief ridden, especially when their father had passed, and after having her two sickly kits, she also passed on to join Starclan. They never left each others side, no matter what the case. He was glad his sister was acceptant of his bad paw, even though most aren't. He hated when cats saw it as a weakness. Him and his sister wanted to know about their past so badly, but neither could remember a thing. He had high hopes that Starclan would one day reveal the truth, even though his sister didn't believe. After his accident with the rabbit hole, he had never been quite the same, somewhat gloomy.
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Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2013 12:51 pm
Owner: Kitkitty2234  . : About Me : . My name is Stormsky.
I'm a proud member of Seaclan.
I'm a She-cat, I should know.
I'm 23 Moons.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include Skypounce, brother.. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- Cold nights
- Swimming
- Skating on ice
-Bossing my brother around
My least favorite things...
- Hot days
- New leaf
- Snow melt
- The taste of mice
And, my fears.
- Falling through the ice
- Losing her brother
- Starclan being real . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Stormsky is a caring and loving she-cat. She is bossy though, and very protective over her brother, Skypounce. She is tough on younger cats, and is judging of others younger than her, especially when they make bad decisions. She has a soft spot for kits, especially ones that look like her or her brother. She will play with them for hours on end, when not busy with her warrior duties. She is loyal to the bone, even though she does not believe in Starclan.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Stormsky is a muddy white and black colored she cat, with bright blue eyes like her brother's. Her legs are short and stocky, and her paws are small, made great for swimming and digging. Her ears are always alert, ready to hear anything suspicious. Her tail is long and fluffy, as like the rest of her fur. She is missing two whiskers. She had three claw marks racing down her said but her shoulders to her bottom, showing that she had been in a brutal fight with a badger.
My history, don't go poking around!
The first Stormsky could remember was waking up beside her brother, Skypounce. She could not remember anything before then, it was as if she was pushing at a thick layer of ice that she couldn't break though. She had been brought into the clan and raised with their ideals, and she just couldn't bring herself to believe in their spirits and whatnot. She wanted to know about her past, but not enough to believe in ghost cats in the stars.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 10:42 am
Owner: Ember Robinwood . : About Me : . My name is Dangerseer.
I'm a proud member of SeaClan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 27 moons.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Skystalker (mother; deceased) and Proudheart (father; deceased), Cloudeyes (brother; missing/presumed dead), Rainstorm (mate), Lostpaw (son), Lotuspaw (daughter). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~ Rainstorm
~ Lostpaw
~ Lotuspaw
~ Fishing
~ Going on patrol
~ Kits
My least favorite things...
~ Floods
~ Kits misbehaving
~ Battle
~ Squirrels
~ Foxes
~ Being alone
And, my fears.
~ Something happening to Lostpaw and Lotuspaw
~ Not being able to take care of her kits
~ Being hated by her kits
~ Lostpaw not being able to become a warrior
~ Foxes
~ Floods . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Dangerseer is calm and level headed. She's renowned for keeping calm when something serious happens and approaching situations with logic. She's not known for having a temper, but is a mother and watches over kits, but she also believes in independence. Dangerseer tries to bite off more than she can chew and finds herself in over her head sometimes. She's a strong warrior and doesn't like it when other warriors try to help her with things. She may be logical, but she's fiercely independent and doesn't like admitting when she's wrong. She is, however, very loving of her kits and mate, even if it is from a distance. She always wants her kits to know that they can come to her for anything, but she also wants them to try and find solutions to problems on their own. Dangerseer, as her name suggests, sees danger in situations and tries to protect others from what she perceives, often without telling them, and tries to handle it on her own. Because of her awareness of danger, Dangerseer is wary, but no wholly unfriendly.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Dangerseer is a pale grey she-cat with a lighter grey chest. She has light green eyes that are always watchful, but don't reveal what she's thinking. Her muzzle is tinged with white, though, not from age. She's not a small cat, nor is she compact, but she's not quite medium sized. She resembles her son Lostpaw with the short fur and long tail, but that's where the similarities end. Dnagerseer's long tail had faintly darker grey markings. Her face is pleasantly shaped along with the rest of her body.
My history, don't go poking around!
Dangerseer and her brother Cloudeyes were born into SeaClan as many clan cats are. They were close as kits, but Dangerseer was far more independent than her brother and they grew apart with the moons. Cloudeyes preferred listening to the elder's stories and learning about StarClan while Dangerseer wanted nothing more than to be a warrior. Cloudeyes developed a great reverence for StarClan while his sister had little thought for them.
The two were apprenticed as most clan cats are, but they followed vastly different paths. Dangerseer trained to fulfill her aspirations of being a great warrior while her brother trained to be a warrior as well, but turned his ears always to the medicine cats, the stars, and even the sea. He was fascinated in his own quiet way about things beyond the clans and beyond life itself. Dangerseer thought little of Cloudeyes' wondering.
Dangerseer and Cloudeyes became warriors together, but on the night of their vigil, Cloudeyes rose without a word and wandered from the camp as though in a trance. Dangerseer, trying to tell her brother to stop, chased after him. She followed him all the way to the sheer cliffs over looking the sea where she found him staring at the crescent moon hanging in the black sky over the sea. Dangerseer approached him warily (and a little bit afraid) when he turned to look at her with more focus than his eyes had ever had, ion fact it was as though his blue eyes were on fire. He said nothing simply turned back to the sea. A cloud passed in front of the moon and darkness fell over everything. When the cloud rolled away and white light of the moon shone again, Cloudeyes was gone. Dangerseer couldn't track his scent and ran back to camp, unsure of what to do. For the first time in her life, Dangerseer felt lost and unsure. She went to the leader and woke them, saying her brother had saw something and left camp to investigate and hadn't returned. A search patrol was sent out and there was no sign of him. Since them Dangerseer worked twice as hard to be a warrior loyal to the warrior code.
Only a few moons later when Dangerseer was fifteen moons, still a young warrior, heave rains fell and the river flooded. Her parents, Skystalker and Proudheart, were out on patrol when Skystalker fell in, Proudheart leaped in to save her. Tragically, neither of them made it. They both drowned and their bodies were found washed up father down river. Dangerseer saw heartbroken. In three moons she'd lost her brother and bother her parents. It was a single moon later that she was wandering through the territory in a stupor that she came across a fox. It had a warrior cornered and wounded, it longed at him with fangs bared, intent on killing. Dangerseer leaped into action, unable to bear another death and managed to fight the fox off on her own. As it turned out, the injured warrior was Rainstorm. He'd been hunting when he'd been jumped by the fox. Dangerseer helped him back to camp and to the medicine cat's den.
For fear of the grievous wounds that Rainstorm bore, Dangerseer went back to see him every day. The two formed a friendship that grew into love and the two became mates.
Six moons ago Dangerseer and Rainstorm had two kits. Dangerseer was overjoyed at the prospect, but was shocked on the day the kits were born. She looked down at the two and felt as though she were drowning. The she-kit looked like Rainstorm, ginger and white, but the tiny tom looked disconcertingly like Cloudeyes. Cloudeyes had been white with bright blue eyes. The kit before her, she would learn when he opened his eyes had one bright golden eyes and one bright blue eye. Dangerseer had looked down at the tom kit and seen the brother she'd lost. Lostkit she named him. Little did she know the partial-deafness he carried or the fears she would bare for his future.
Dangerseer raised the kits with love and a firmness. She always encouraged them to be independent and strong, but secretly she feared for them as all mothers do. Recently they were apprenticed, much to Dangerseer's joy, and she's been able to return to her warrior duties.
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