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Shadowkit > Shadowpaw > Shadowmoon[NC / alive (not active) / original]
Age: 27 moons
Rank: Warrior
Mate: None
Kin: Heathertail [mother; deceased] and Darkwing [father; deceased].
Mentor To: None
Other: His eyes are different colors from each other (one yellow, one green).

I have a very sharp tounge, sometimes. I like being sassy, and cats will learn it quickly. I respect my elders, though sometimes I can't help but be a little sarcastic with them. (Just ask Foxstar). I'm usually daring and curious, going on an adventure whenever I can. I love to make friends. And it's even more fun to go on an adventure with them! I'm as curious as a cat can get. Hopefully it won't get me into a lot of trouble.

I'm strong, courageous and very determined. I'll stand up for what I believe is right, even if it's not exactly great looking. I try and keep my hope up for as long as I can. It's not fun with everyone's depressed.

I'm also very sensitive when it comes to discussing my family. I've pretty much lost all of them, and it kind of gets to you. Most of the time it seems like I'm doing just fine. But sometimes you need to look a little deeper. I want to be comforted, but I won't go to others and spill everything. You need to build my trust. Anyways, I'm quick to anger as well. So, say the wrong thing at the right time and you'll light the short fuse. I can never sit in one spot long and I'm always jumping around or running. It kind of throws you off, doesn't it? By acting so bubbly all the time, cats often forget I shouldn't be prodded.


My fur is thick and long, so sometimes I get really hot during greenleaf. My right back paw, ears, and tail-tip are black. My chest is creamy white as well as my belly fur. Starting from above my eyes and around my cheeks, the rest of my fur is a light grey. I've got pink pads and an adorable pink nose. Sounds cute, right? I love my eyes, which are a beautiful, soft blue color.

Ugh. And during the fox attack in Nightclan, I lost some of my ear in the fight. So my left ear-tip is torn. Not so great, but it can't be helped.


Me and my sister, May, weren't born as kittypets. We were acually were born in an alleyway. Call us alley-cats if you will. Our father was a warrior from Nightclan but was killed by dog on his way back. My mother disappeared a few months after giving birth to me (May was from our mother's first litter) and these twolegs found us. It was winter, and we had no one else. We were shivering; near death. I guess without them, we wouldn't have lived very long.

My sister May went missing after a while and I was left living with the twolegs. I dreamt of escaping and going to Nightclan but I feared about what the cats would say about me. My father, Badgerwing, before he died, told me and May all about NightClan. Our mother thought it was too dangerous, and kept us with her instead. Badgerwing wanted us to grow up as he did, in a safe and secure place that he knew well. He was planning on raising them along with Angelica by bringing her to NightClan too.

I was playing outside one day when I wandered off too far into the woods. I was discovered by a patrol and taken to NightClan. It sounded familiar to me and I adjusted quickly, leaving my kittypet life behind. And then I remembered. NightClan! My father's clan. I was raised for the rest of my kithood in NightClan as one of their own. I made great friends, Ducky and Smoke, but it wouldn't be forever. Later on, Ducky ended up drowning and Smoke disappeared. My friends were gone.

One day my sister, May, had been discovered in the camp. Strangely, she claimed to be from SeaClan and went by the name Lightsound -- and that almost got her chased out of the camp. But I remembered her. I stood up against the others, even Foxfur (who is now Foxstar). I took my punishment, but didn't go back on my word. Eventually, Lightsound was allowed to stay in NightClan.

At first no one welcomed her or trusted her. I thought it was unfair and always stood up for her. Odd, since I was only a kit at the time. But during a battle, Lightsound prooved her worth to Lavenderstar when she saved the leader from an attack. After that, Lightsound had little help from me anymore; she didn't need it. Cats welcomed her, and I felt proud.

I was made an apprentice, Marblepaw, and was assigned the mentor Spiriteyes. My training went by smoothly and before I knew it, I was a warrior. Unfortunately, another battle had ensued before that. Lightsound had fought and was wounded. Her wounds healed, but she had gotten an infection. There was nothing to be done. My sister died and her burial was held.

And here I am now, suffering the loss of my close friends and family. But I seem to be doing pretty good, right?


- I'm scared of water for one reason -- once, when my father was showing us the woods, we came across a river. May and Badgerwing crossed easily, but I was small, and slipped. The water was too much for me and I couldn't surface. I nearly drowned that day.
- I don't like to be alone. I just seclude myself so I know it.
- I'm much smaller than most of my clanmates. It has to do with my mother's origin.
- Sometimes I wish my mother would somehow come to Nightclan like Lightsound did. But I don't even know if she's alive so it's a false hope I keep.
- I'm still really upset over loosing my friends and family. It really broke me, you know?


Ducky, my first and best friend. I'll really miss her.
Smoke, my other best friend. I really miss him too.
Lightsound, my sister. We were sisters and our time together was short.
Badgerwing, my father. I still remember what Lightsound told me; Badgerwing had led them together, and I'm grateful for it. He was the one who told me of NightClan, and without him, I'd probably still be Marcy.
Starkcloud -- I like to think she's my only living friend. I just hope she doesn't keel over with my curse of death.

Calm, cool, and collected is a good way to describe my personality. I don't seem to be bothered by things, but I think it's because of my high tolerance and patience. Sometimes other cats think I'm insensitive, but that's not true at all. I'm very capable of emotions, it just takes me a while to express them. I actually care a lot about my clan mates. But sometimes it's best not to seem like it, just so you're not taken advantage of, you know?

I'm a passive-agressive kind of cat. When I'm mad, I have an eerie sort of calm to me. It's actually easier to tell when I'm mad than I let on. I can hold grudges, but often times I don't. Again, my patience and tolerance for certain things run high. But if you pass the border, then it turns into a problem. I'm undyingly loyal to my Clan and I'm not afraid to defend what I believe in. As a matter of fact, some things I won't tolerate are judgment and harassment of others. If you don't have something nice to say about your own Clan mates, then don't say anything at all. It's not fair to them. And I suppose I feel the same way about judging the other Clans too. I don't think it's very respectful to gossip. We all worship the same Starclan, don't we?

I have a sense of humor, believe it or not. Socializing's pretty fun and I often use mild teasing or jokes to ease tension in hard times. I try my best to make sure everyone isn't feeling horrible. Call my a martyr, if you will. A secretive one, really. I don't like to let others know I'm helping them. I use discreet methods -- like the jokes and such.


There's not really anything special about how I look. I'm a pretty average sized tom -- you know, broad shoulders and face, large paws, larger build than she-cats; the basic gist. My fur is mid-length and black. The lightest shade of my fur is a chocolately brown, which is the top layer of my fur on my chest and belly. The rest is just plain old black. Oh well, now that I think about it, there is something special about me. My eyes are two different colors. My right eye is golden yellow while my left is a pale green. I don't know why they're like that, but they are. I was born with it, I guess.



I've had a fairly normal life in Nightclan. I was born to two loyal, clan born cats named Heathertail and Darkwing. I grew up as a single kit, but had plenty of nursery mates to fill the void. I was a typical kit, always play fighting, chasing frogs around camp, and getting into mischeif. Though, when my first leaf-bare came around, I suffered a painful loss.

My mother, Heathertail, got sick. She had decided to remain a queen after having me, since the clan always needed a few extra cats here and there. Plus, she was a gentle cat and didn't want to be involved in any more major fights. I was close to being apprenticed when she died, so I was rather crushed when she wasn't able to be there with me. My father lived on though, and he only recently died of old age.

Anyways, I was trained like any other apprentice and became a warrior on the designated night. After that, I was all grown up: a dedicated warrior of Nightclan.


- I'm twenty seven moons old.
- Thunder scares me because it's such an unexplained noise.


I don't like to pick favorites...
So I try not to.