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[Aura Umbreon]

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[Blade]

{I hope you don't mind, but I already have a format.}

Name-Lunarstar
Pelt-White
Eyes-Silvery Blue
Gender-She-cat
Clan-Sun/StarClan
Rank-Leader
Description-Lunarstar has a dazzling white pelt, so bright, it almost sparkles in the afternoon sunlight. Her long legs are an asset when leaping in the arboreal terraces. She has large paws, small, compared to her supple body. The short fur is plush, yet has a sheen like snow. She has almond orbs. A disconcerting shade of grayish blue, her eyes can see quite farther then most felines. One look from those icy peepers and others freeze in mind-sentence. Her brilliant orbs attract attention and stares, weather she wants it or not.

Personality-Lunarstar is quite bossy; there is no way around it. She can be as stubborn as a mule on certain subjects, though she tries to listen to others. Honest to the point of being blunt, Lunarstar rarely uses flowery language to embellish her words unless at a Gathering or Clan Meeting, then, her words flow as elegantly as the river.
Few have faced the true wrath of Lunarstar. She reins in her temper at all times, knowing that anger wastes energy she could put to much better uses. Never get on her bad side or you will hopefully live to regret it. Like the dark side of the celestial satellite orbiting Earth, she conceals her emotions from expressing her innermost fears. She has two types of major temper. White-hot anger, the weakest sign of her displeasure, is usually shown to those who severely break the warrior code. She allows her fury to come out of her eyes then, causing the punished one to nearly flee her livid orbs. The last but not least stage of temper hasn't yet come to the surface again. No one still alive has seen this she-cat completely loose control. Instead of being a scalding feeling, she becomes absolutely numb, letting go of all control. Often supporting and kind, she encourages apprentices and warriors to defend the clan. Her favorite duty as a leader is to teach young kits to be full-fledged warriors. She knows, that from the moment to when they are apprenticed to the time of their warrior names, they will treasure every second. Never has she been so proud then when watching the silly, tumbling kits blossom into compassionate, loyal warriors, devoted to the clan.
Her main pet peeve is when others interrupt her. It can cause her to lose her train of thought, something she does not desire. She is adamantly devoted to the Warrior Code, and takes the words to heart. Lunarstar is not conceited, she just enjoys having a clean pelt. Dirt on her sparkling clean fur always shows strikingly, like a neon billboard with flashing fluorescent lights. Though she outwardly soaks up the gawking and fawning, deep inside, she only wants to blend in, be like everyone else; forget about her past, put aside the memory of being the kit marked with destiny on her brow. Few understand the turmoil in her soul, how her mind is eaten up by worry and surprisingly, guilt.

Never a day goes by without her remembering that horrifying moment. Lunarkit, they had called her, the kit whose gorgeous pelt glimmered with the unearthly beauty of the StarClan felines themselves. SunClan, they believed, had been blessed indeed. To put it into modern terms, she had been spoiled rotten.
Lunarkit had everything, beauty, intelligence, power, popularity. She was the most-sought-after she-cat, in the clans and out. She was popular to the point of being almost revered, SunClan's lucky charm. Then, it happened. Rogues attacked the camp. Her mother,Frostpool,screamed at them to leave the kits alone. The rogue leader only chuckled menacingly, and slayed her on the spot.

Name-Pantherpaw
Pelt-Night Black
Eyes-Golden
Gender-Tom
Clan-Rock
Siblings-Beatlepaw and Satinpaw
Description/Personality-Pantherpaw is sleekness to perfection. His pelt gleams with the sheen of highly-polished silver, striking against his jet-hued pelt. Small, milk-white fangs slightly jut from his stubborn jaw. His golden orbs blaze with the light of pride and conceit. He pads with an arrogant stride, barely scrutinizing those of lower status then him. Only his leader and the few of extremely high rank are on the soft side of his tongue, with the exception of his sister, Satinpaw. She alone of the apprentices does not face the cruel lash of his razor comments. Pantherpaw confides solely to Satinpaw, his sibling and true friend. Beatlepaw he absolutely detests. Whenever possible, he tries to make Beatlepaw's life a misery. There is something about his younger brother that Pantherpaw fears. Madness. Insanity. Call it what you like, but Pantherpaw knows, deep inside, that Beatlepaw cannot be trusted. He is worried about his sister, always alone with Beatlepaw, when he is unworthy of even sitting in her presance. One day, he knows something will unravel, either he or his brother will snap, in in the end, he or Beatlepaw will end up dead at the others claws. For now, there is an uneasy truce between his brother and himself.

History-His grandmother's name was Sleekfur. She was the daughter of Ivytail and Heavystep. Her only sibling was Lepoardkit. Both she-cats were smart, beautiful, and headstrong, a dangerous combanation.
As kits, Sleek-kit and Lepoardkit loved to play-fight. To them, being pushed into a boulder seemed exilarating. The two she-cats were evenly matched in strength and speed. Though they enjoyed fighting, exploring remained their ultimete favorite. Against clan orders, Sleek-kit and Lepoardkit periodically sneaked out of camp., usually passing through toadstools to mask their scent. On one of these occasions, Lepoardkit slipped into the river and had to stay in camp for days. This segment happened when Lepoardkit was trapped in the Medicine Den.

Sleek-kit scampered about, black claws making soft, clicking noises on the slick,gray rocks beneath her pads. She lifted a blueish/gray paw to her ear, smoothing her ruffled pelt. "Relax, everything would be fine", she told herself inwardly. She glanced about uneasily, being without Lepoardkit was like losing her tail. Her thoughts began to wander, what if she is in pain?, or dying?, or, even, dead? To quell her fears, she began to wash her silvery fur. Sleek-kit paused, a crackling sound. Her triangular ears rotated one-hundred- and-eighty degrees. Thinking it was the afternoon patrol, she dived into the nearest thicket. She twitched her rosebud nose, mint green orbs peering about. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a muscular, white shape, a tom cat. Sleek-kit froze, rooted to the spot, unable to move, paralized with fear. To her astonishment, the cat began to pad over to her hiding place. She noticed with passing interest, that his forehead had a black sploch. He seemed young, about, apprentice age, but he he had an air of command emenating from his pelt. He wore power like a second skin. "Greetings young kit", he meowed solemnly. Sleek-kit dipped her head, to overcome to speak. The tom gave a lugurious strech, his fur rippling from ears to tail-tip. Sleek-kit gasped, his claws were no ordainary brown , black or white, but had the sheen and silvery color of a two-leg monster. "I see you like my claws young kit","allow me to introduce myself","I am Imp, Leader of Two-leg-place" "My name is Sleek-kit, sister of Lepoardkit",a member of RiverClan", she said the last bit with pride. Imp appeared to be impressed with the last part. "Older sibling or younger", he asked. Sleek-kit sighed,"older" "Let me tell you something, young Sleek-kit", he meowed knowingly,"Siblings just get in the way","one day, she will turn on you" "Belive me, I know, my younger brother Fluff is gathering an army" he chuckled,"Course, Fluff found his name too girly", "his new name is Scourge" "But don't worry your pretty little head about it", "Fluff has never beaten me and never will" Sleek-kit glanced up at the setting sun,"I'd better get going", she meowed sadly. "Goodbye Sleek-kit", he meowed,"see you tomorrow" Sleek-kit scampered away, knowing she would be sternly lectured at camp.

Sleek-kit and Imp continued to see each other, right up to reciving her warrior name, Sleekfur. The two cats soon fell in love. On discovering Imp,Lepoardfur convinced Sleekfur to confide in her. Sleekfur agreed, only if Lepoardfur swore herself to sececry. On one of the occasions, Lepoardfur brought a troop of warriors. The Clan cats, thinking Imp was an intruder, attacked. Poor Imp fled, not wanting to hurt Sleekfur's friends and family. Sleekfur was livid. And in that moment, Imp's words came back to her,"Siblings just get in the way","one day, she will turn on you" Sleekfur, boiling with rage, snarled at Lepoardfur, "you swore an oath!" Lepoardfur gazed into Sleekfur's pain-filled eyes. "I had to protect you",she whispered. Sleekfur narrowed her jade orbs,"you're no sister of mine, she hissed, voice dripping venom. Her paw flashed out of nowhere. Lepoardfur could feel the blood dripping down from near her ear. But stronger then the pain in the claw-marks was the agonizing distress of losing her sister's trust. She tried to call out as Sleekfur swiftly sped away, without a backward glance, following Imp's trail. Only when she reached the Moonstone did the tears begin to fall.

{To make a long story short...}

Sleekfur joined wih Imp and had four kits, Leap, a russet tom with blue eyes, Mint,an exact replica of Sleekfur, Pumpkin, a golden orange tom with unusal gray orbs, and Tyme, an extremely pretty she-cat with green eyes. She and Imp raised the kits near an abandoned two-leg barn, a little farther then Barley's. When they grew up, Mint beacame a Loner, while Pumpkin and Tyme decided to live the life of a kittypet. Only Leap stayed with her parents. Later on, she and a Loner named River, decided to head North. Mint had one kit, a she-cat she named Ribbon. When she beacame apprentice-age, she joined up with Hawk, Moth, and Sasha. Sasha left the young cats in RiverClan, where Hawk and Moth earned the warrior names Hawkfrost and Mothwing. Ribbon herself gained a warrior name, Ribbonpelt, in honor of her satiny fur.

Name-Hiddenstar
Pelt-Jet w/ golden undercoat
Eyes-golden
Gender-tom
Clan-Shadow/StarClan
Rank-Leader
Description-He is an enormous cat, large for his breed. In stature he matches the muscular ShadowClan cats, though he has inherited the subtle graceful stride of a stalking Jungle Cat. His paws barely touch the ground when he pads, never stirring a leaf. He is pure steel, darkness, and power, like a god in disguise. Molded as if from night sky, only the pale gleam of gold highlights gives his game away. His pelt is short and sleek, silky, with a refined feel. The miniscule hairs protect him from the freezing winds of leaf-bare flowing in from the North. with a slippery sheen, he can swim almost as well as a RiverClan cat. Extremely waterproof, his fur is resilient to even oil puddles. Strangely, each follicle of hair is partially ridged, serrated, having the same characteristics as a badger pelt.
He as a night-hued pelt of purest black. So simple, he appears to melt into the shadows. Even in bright daylight, his fur remains the same color. What is unusual about him is his undercoat. Normal felines have two or three layers of fur. Each layer matches the one above or below it. Hiddenstar's undercoat has the unique difference. Instead of solid black without rusting or shadings, his downy pelt is the color and hue of a high-grade burnished, pale gold, the exact shade of the tawny lions of Africa. Obscured by the rest of his peltage, the thin covering only becomes visible when he is moving, accenting his honed-to-perfection, muscles.

History-Hiddenstar's name came from his mother Path. She had licked his pelt, revealing the golden layer beneath his top fur, visible even as a kit. He was always thoughtful, even as a young cat. He enjoyed watching the warriors bring back fresh-kill, often imitating their moves. His littermate, Scarletkit had often tried to convince Hiddenkit to explore, but he ardently refused, not wanting to break the warrior code. Unlike his sister, he had never felt the tug of the Medicine Cat's den, thinking that life was not for him. What he wanted was to be a Warrior. After being apprenticed at the early age of five moons, he was nearly killed in battle training with his mentor, incidentally, the leader, Clawstar. There was a border fight soon after with ThunderClan, where Clawstar lost his final life. Hiddenpaw showed some grief, though he had hated his mentor with every hair on his pelt. Soon after, the deputy Steelswipe initiated as leader and Quillfoot as her deputy. Hiddenpaw was given a new mentor, this time, a gentle warrior, Leaf-eyes. Hiddenpaw has had a normal life compared to the other ShadowClan apprentices. His second apprenticeship happened without mishap, if you consider having a clan-mate devoured by canines average. Shortly before a raid on ThunderClan, he was given his warrior name, Hiddenlight. During a gathering, the unexpected happened. He met a willowy she-cat with eyes more beautiful then the stars. Her ivory pelt glowed in the light of the full moon. immediately, he felt a liking to her. He spoke to her, the two deciding to meet at Fourtrees. Moons passed and soon the simple friendship blossomed into love. When this was going on, Quillfoot chose to step down, retiring to the elder's den. Hiddenlight was the most popular, but he had not trained an apprentice yet. Instead, Rainwhisper was given the position. At this time, he was handed his first apprentice, Whiskerpaw, an energetic, ball of fur. She increased in skill rapidly, soon elevated to warrior status as Whiskerflick. Two days later, a new sickness ravaged the camp. Blackcough, the medicine cat called it. The senior deputy was the first to fall, along with Hiddenlight's mother, Path. He was devastated by the loss. After hearing the news, he raced away to his secret meeting place with ********. He told her all, pouring out his troubles like water down a brook. Understanding glimmered in her dazzling eyes. "I understand", she murmured, barely audible from a close range. "There's something I must tell you" She took a deep breath, "I'm having kits" For a moment, he was silent. "That's wonderful!", he mewed, excitement in his voice. "When will they come?", he mewed gently. "In three moons", she mewed hope glimmering in her StarClan blessed orbs. "Another thing, I have been made clan deputy" Hiddenlight was shocked. "What happened to Whispynose?" His mate bowed her head, grief crashing over her like a wave. "A badger caught her while on patrol" Hiddenlight licked here ear gently. "Everything will turn out fine", he murmured kindly. "The dawn is rising, I must go" With a flick of his jet tail he was gone, a shadow in the early light. Without any fuss he slipped into camp, curled up in his nest and dozed. Hiddenlight waited, his pelt sleekly groomed, golden orbs filled with longing. He was perched on a rock, close to the RiverClan border. A lithe, snowy, she-cat bounded across the stepping stones, a furry bundle held tenderly in her jaws. She bounded up to Hiddenlight. "Hiddenlight!", she mewed, breathless. "I brought our son", he has the same pelt as you" "He cannot live in SkyClan for already someone has recognized his origin" Hiddenlight blinked, surprised. He watched with anticipation as his mate set down the kit gently. "He has your eyes", he mewed softly, eyes as beautiful as StarClan themselves. He gently licked the black kit, surprised to see not a golden under-layer, but a fine down of purest silver. "I will protect him at all costs", he meowed boldly, knowing how much pain his loved one was in. "What is his name?", he wondered. "*******"

Name-Aquapaw/Aquaspirit/Shard
Pelt-Tabby
Eyes-Aqua/Turquoise
Gender-She-cat
Clan-Any
Kit pic-

Description-Aquapaw is not really large, but she isn't extremely tiny either. She is barely smaller then the average WindClan cat. Unfortunately, Aquapaw is not a member of WindClan. She tends to be more lanky and sturdy then muscular, though her muscles are like liquid steel, all beauty, elegance, and grace. Her body is lean like an Oriental, but her head, tail, and paws are like a tabby, built for speed, and can run for long distances. Aquapaw is not your ordinary run-of-the-mill feline. Her pelt gleams with health and has a luster like a pearl. Dense and fluffy, fleas cannot penetrate her pelt. Her fur is short and sleek, yet comfortable in Leaf-bare and Greenleaf. Not only is her fur soft and thick, but its waterproof too. Her pelt sheds rain like a Holly leaf or Mallard.
Her fur has a backdrop of golden agouti, overlaid with jet black stripes, rippling down from her neck. She has the typical trademark "Oysters" on her flank and obvious "Butterflies" on her shoulders. Each follicle of hair on her pelt makes an alternating pattern of banded hairs and solid ones. Her muzzle and chin are a delicate white, striking against her "old rose" colored nose. She has thin, yet sturdy, pure white whiskers which she uses to gauge the size of small spaces and tell where to bite prey.
Ebony lines are penciled from the far corners of her eyes to her erect, slightly feathery ears, just an inch away from her tabby "M". She has ocean-blue/green orbs. Her eyes are a blend of turquoise and aqua, crystalline and lively. Around her eyes is thin mascara-like pitch-dark fur. Aquapaw always keeps her black claws razor-sharp, ready for anything, hunting or fighting. Her rock-hard pads allow Aquapaw to climb boulders with ease. She has long legs and a slim body, able to weave in and out of tight spaces quickly. Though her paws are dainty, she can swipe powerfully and accurately. Aquapaw tail is banded, like the rest of her pelt. Her tail is half the size of her body. The tip of her tail is coal black. Whether using it for balance or curling up to sleep, she relies on her tail for many things.

Personality-Humble, but with an undeniable zest for life, Aquapaw finds light in the bleakest of situations. She uncovers the good in everyone and loves cheering others up. There is something about her, something simple, that drives her every action. Optimism. Always seeming excited and joyful, Aquapaw knows how to cultivate the image of a simpleminded cat. She knows how to hide unease and anger with a calm exterior. To her, getting angry just wastes energy and time.

Aquapaw seems to have her own private spotlight. A favorite of the elders, just her presence lightens the world. She knows the right words to say to calm a cranky elder, or convince a kit to take medicine. Aquapaw would have made a good medicine cat, but there was already an apprentice chosen. Aquapaw lives in hope of becoming an excellent warrior.

Quick-witted and clever, Aquapaw has a burning curiosity to know everything. This desire leads her to eavesdropping on her clanmates. Because of her open expression sprightly personality, many cats pour out their troubles to her. Secrets find her all the time. Since kit-hood, she has listened to others hopes and desires.

She enjoys simple pleasures, a full belly, sunny rocks and time to hunt and train. SunningRocks, is one of her favorite places. When she sits on the smooth stone, all her troubles evaporate. As a kit, she would practice climbing and jumping. Aquapaw has a strange tolerance for heat, making her able to climb hot boulders without scorching her paws.

Though she is enthusiastic and kind, Aquapaw has a deadly secret. When she starts fighting, she can't seem to stop. Her pure aqua eyes become scarlet, as she loses control of her limbs and mind. This mainly happens when someone she cares for is in mortal danger. Her vision is blotted out in a wave of red. Later on, she has nightmares and observes the havoc she caused. Aquapaw lives in constant fear of discovery. Last time it had happened, the results were catastrophic.

History Aquapaw's mother was a healer of the WaterPath. She was apart of the Tribe Of Shifting Sands. What the others did not know was that she had fallen in love with an enemy Tribe cat. Remaining ignorant to the tension in the Tribe, Sun Ray Over Still Water, continued caring for her kits and Tribe-Members.

History Continued-The day was bright and sunny. Many cats dozed about upon sun-warmed stones, the heat making them all pleasantly lazy. Draped above the stones, were the lofty, emerald, saw-toothed fronds of palm trees, partially covering the ground below in shade. To the left of the palm trees were small, limestone caves, each big enough for a feline to squeeze through. Barely sticking out of the entrances, were sticks, leaves, and sweet-smelling grasses, tumbled haphazardly. From the largest entrance, came a small, brown paw, soon followed by an ebony striped body. The cat blinked her brilliant blue eyes slowly, savoring the fresh air and warmth on her over-tired limbs and muscles. "Good Day Shine Sun Ray Over Still Water!", a familiar voice meowed calmly. SunRay dipped her head. "And may the sun shine on you Whirling of a Russet Leaf", she called, finishing the ancient greeting. Whirling of a Russet Leaf grinned. "How are your kits?", he whispered urgently. "They are little bundles of mischief!”, retorted SunRay playfully. Relief shone in Whirling of a Russet Leaf's gray eyes. "Thank the burning ray of glory!", he meowed happily. "Tail of a Broken Palm told me your kits will be Named tonight!" SunRay nodded, worry in her azure-colored eyes. She cuffed him on the shoulder playfully. "Thanks Whirlie!", she meowed impishly. "Hey", he grumbled. "Whirlie is my kit name!" SunRay smiled inwardly, she loved rubbing her little brother's fur the wrong way! "Do you want to see the kits?", she asked shyly. "Would I ever!", he meowed enthusiastically. "But", his eyes clouded over, "I can't!, Thats against the Code!" "By The Light Bringer's Whiskers!" ,she purred approvingly, "Finally you have learned the meaning of the code!" "Soon, you will have your ceremony!" "What color do you think my eyes will change to?", he meowed curiously. "Not blue, that's for sure!",SunRay meowed,"You do not have the Patience to tread the WaterPath!", "Maybe you will walk the WarriorPath!" "True", murmured Whirling of a Russet Leaf thoughtfully, "Yellow would look great with my gray fur!" A piercing yowl echoed out of nowhere. "That Shrieker could wake the dead!", muttered Whirling of a Russet Leaf. Both cats raced away, into the unknown.

Whirling of a Russet Leaf padded on, his normally sleek fur matted with sweat, gray eyes dull with exhaustion and the horror he had witnessed. But, he was not alone, straggling behind trotted a young kit. The poor kit was mewing pitifully, terror showing in her aqua orbs. The meeting had gone smoothly, with the Bright One congratulating everyone on the raiding of the Blackfeet Tribe...

SunRay ray seemed uneasy, casting worried glances around her. She was sitting in a large group felines arranged in a semi-circle around a jagged outcrop. Beside her was her brother, Whirling of a Russet Leaf. "But what if they found out?", she inwardly fretted. "Whirie!", she whispered,"Find me some Island mint,NOW!" "Okay sis", he said, confused. But because of the look on her face, he knew she was not joking. Quick as a whip, he sped away, into the shadows.SunRay heaved a sigh of relief, what ever would happen, her brother would be safe. From behind her came a soft mewing. Three young kits padded warily into the semi-circle of cats, guided by two old, tabby toms. One gray kit padded away from his fellows into the center, paws wobbly and unsteady. The other two kits quickly padded over to their sibling. Peached calmly on the stone outcrop, sat a golden tom. His fur gleamed with faint stripes and the moonlight above. Unlike most cats, his eyes were a fiery orange. The cat gave a sharp yowl, shattering the cool, night air. Dead silence all around. The cat meowed solemnly,"It is time for the Naming" The air filled with tension and anticipation. he continued,"It is time, for three kits to leave their mother!" His eyes locked onto SunRay. "Do you, Sun Ray Over Still Water, believe your kits worthy of being apart of the Tribe Of Shifting Sands!" "I do Bright One", SunRay replied. "Then, with the consent of the Light Bringer", the Bright One paused. From the ground, came a rumbling like thunder. Suddenly, the earth started shaking. "Look", a she-cat yowled in fear. The Bright One leaped away,just in time. With a mighty blast, lava and ash spewed out of the outcrop, covering the living cats in a layer of stinging ash. The Bright One gazed about in terror. Without warning, a cat materialized at the top of the volcano. It's fur glowed with heat of magma, and it's eyes shone with the brilliance of the sun. The crowd moaned, "Light Bringer, Light Bringer!" The otherworldly cat snarled, anger coming off of him like white-hot sparks. His paws were as dark as ash and gleamed like obsidian. "The Great One is ANGRY!!", he growled. "Someone has broken the Code!" The crowd fell into deathly silence. "Sun Ray Over Still Water, COME HERE!", he commanded. SunRay was pushed to the middle by the crowd. "Sun Ray Over Still Water!", "Who is the father of these kits!", he ordered. SunRay felt her mouth move on it's own accord,"Storm", she whispered. Angry yowls came from the crowd. "Storm is a Blackfeet cat, that is against the Code", he purred silkily. "You and the impure kits must suffer the consequences!" SunRay gasped in horror,"Mercy, Please!, If not for me for the kits!", she pleaded. Her paws moved as she tried to stop the mental onslaught. Step by step, her unwilling paws lead her to the rim of the volcano. "Wait", he said harshly. SunRay allowed a glimmer of hope. He smiled cruelly,"Let her watch her kits die first!" SunRay's hope extinguished. "What!", "Impossible!" SunRay was fighting back. She knew she could not hold the mental onslaught any longer. "Light Bringer!", she yowled, "I defy YOU!!" And with a graceful leap, she dived into the volcano. "A pity", he said nonchalantly, "I was hoping for more fun!!" He whipped around to face the terrified kits. Two kits scurried up the volcano. With a small plop, both kits fell, shrieking after their mother. "Time for the last one", hissed Light Bringer cruelly. He met the kit's eyes, trying to mentally force her to move. He peered into the kit's aqua eyes. "YOU..Will...OBEY....ME!, he shrieked, shocked at the kit's resilience. The kit locked eyes with him. Still nothing. To Light Bringer's horror, a flicker of scarlet appeared in the kit's aqua orbs. "NO", Light Bringer whispered,"It can't be!" The kit's eyes were no longer aqua, but scarlet.

When Whirling of a Russet Leaf returned,he saw the whole Tribe, slaughtered. He was badly shaken. He nosed around the cold, lifeless bodies. There, smack in the middle of the semicircle, was a small tabby kitten. He gave her tabby fur a tentative lick. The kitten opened her aqua eyes.

{Note} {This part happens after Whirling of a Russet Leaf dies of Fever}
The aqua-eyed she-cat surveyed her surroundings, not a cat in sight. Her paws moved soundlessly on the soft yellow sand below.Water, she must find water, The desert heat, so cool when she started, beat down mercilessly on her striped pelt. Her paws ached with weariness and her tongue hung limply from her dust-coated mouth. She forced her unwilling limbs to keep padding, reddish nose pointed hopefully to the sky, desperate, for the faintest scent of water or prey. No longer the young scared kit who left her home, the feline's pelt may still have been kit soft, but her muscles were hardened by hardship. Shadows of a haunted past flickered, in her aqua orbs. Suddenly, her paws slipped out, sending her flat on her belly. Instead of trying to get up, she lay there. A feeling of peace crept over her. Sounds dimmed. She could sense her heart slowing, each beat further apart then the last. To her shock, a dark shape blotted out her vision. She tried to move her moisture-starved vocal cords. "Ma", she rasped weakly. Darkness crashed over her like a black wave.

"Whisper", "is she awake?", a curious voice called. "Be patient Weed", someone purred. The aqua-eyed she-cat opened her eyes groggily. At the sound of the voices she sprang awake, hackles up, ears horizontal, claws slipping out of velvety sheaths. She uttered, what she hoped was a fearsome snarl. Her muscles to weak to support her, she collapsed into a thin stupor. The events of the past moon flooded her mind in a rush of confused, disjointed images. A soft groan came from her parched throat."Drink up", meowed a soft voice. To the she-cat's surprise, a spiky leaf was placed in front of her nose. Collected in the center of the leaf lay a pool of crystal-clear water. The feline lapped at the puddle greedily, as strength entered her skinny frame. "Drink slowly", cautioned the voice, "you are safe here" The aqua-eyed cat lifted her head, finally getting an adequate look at her surroundings. She was sitting in some kind of burrow, reddish clay walls on either side. In a corner, lay bunches of dried plants, neatly stacked in an orderly fasion. Pricking her ears, she could hear the steady drip, drip, of water on stone. The entrance seemed to be a tunnel leading up. The she-cat spun around, just in time to see a golden feline slip out of the tunnel. Her fur gleamed in the hues of the desert sand, all except for one foot, which was as black as ebony. "Are you alright" , meowed the golden feline. "I am Whisper, Healer of the Blackfeet Tribe", "and you are, the cat paused. The aqua-eyed she-cat stared directly at Whisper. "I have no name", she meowed simply. Whisper shifted nervously under the she-cat's piercing, unerving gaze. "By Swiftleaf", she thought,"there is something odd about that feline" Would you like to see the camp?", meowed Whisper abruptly. The stranger dipped her head politely, "Yes, thanks" "Storm will give you a Tribe name at sundown" The stranger stiffened at the name, though her aqua eyes betrayed no hidden emotion. "Follow me", instructed Whisper. Both she-cats padded into the tunnel, never knowing what lay ahead.

Shard froze, her aqua eyes slitted against the stinging sand, ears flat with anoyance. Everytime she moved, her paws sank into the soft sands beneath her. It was a blessing that her pads were not scorched by burning ground. She could smell the hare, strong, like a neon sign, pointing to the warren where the helpless creature laired. shard could barely stop from creeping into the warren and killing the hare. Words of causion came, unbidden to her mind. "Never go down an unknown burrow", she had been told, "you never know what else might be there" She had said yes then, but seeing it for real, she began to have doubts. Shard sighed, if she wanted to live here, she had better start learning the rules. While she had been pondering, the hare began to sneak out of the burrow. Shard tensed, her claws slippiing out in reddiness. She slightly wiggled her hidequarters and leaped, pulling the hare out of the burrow with razor-sharp claws. She swiftly delivered the killing bite to the helpless prey. The hare fell limp, brown fur stained by a stream of scarlet. Shard stepped back, survaying her handiwork. "A little on the slow side", she murmered. "nice catch", meowed a voice. Shard turned her head as a golden tom bounded down a sand dune. She tried not to look envious as his paws seemed to lightly brush the sand with ease. "Hi Weed", "did you catch anything", she mewed quizzicaly . "A toad", Weed wrinkled his black nose in disiust. "But you know what Silver says", he meowed, quoting the old Elder,"Be grateful for what you have" 'I see you have actually listened for once Weed", meowed a voice dryly. Weed looked sheepish as a silver tom padded into view. "Err... Shard and I were just practicing training", said Weed quickly. Shard nodded, unable to keep a straight face. Silver appraised them cooly. "Carry on then", he meowed solemnly, and padded away resolutely, tail raised like a banner.

Name-Shard
Pelt-Jet black
Eyes-Mercury
Gender-She-cat
Clan-Place Of No Stars
Rank-Leader
Cat Pic-http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/313/shardwf6.png
kit Pic-http://www.pusscats.com/Pictures_of_Kittens_Cats-Pretty_Kittens.jpg
Description-She is a medium-sized cat, with long limbs and a muscular frame. Supple and powerful, she moves with an effortless grace, elegant, like a panther stalking in the night. When alive, her speed and stamina were renowned in The Tribe. Smaller then Bloodstar and her lackeys, she has little stature, but what she lacks in size she makes up for in brains. Intelligent and resourceful, she uses creative ideas to pursuit her goal. Shard is a gorgeous cat. Sleek and lustrous, few felines can grasp her fur. She has a short pelt, which she maintains to an immaculate cleanliness. Though her pelt is satiny, she has thick fur to warm her body on icy, desert nights and frozen Leaf-bare. A slight silvering on her paws gives Shard's pelt an almost sparkling-effect. She has close-lying fur, fitting almost like a second skin. Her pelt sheds rain like a holly leaf. Shard's fur is black, dark as a ravens plumage, yet each shaft is as delicate as fine silk thread. In certain lights, the fur on her back, paws and face appears as a bilberry-juice blue. Pitch black, her pelt displays no rusting or unsightly white hairs. Her pelt blends in perfectly with the shadows. No scars mar her pelt, for all have been covered by sable fur. She has sable ears, alert and widely spaced, with a definite dome shape in-between, almost like a Burmese of Chartreux feline. Fine fairs safeguard her ears from dust and frostbite. She has a coal-hued nose, of average size and color. What is really remarkable is her claws. Polished and gleaming, bright as a newly minted coin. She has almond-shaped eyes, almost exotic, reflecting her desert origins. Unlike most felines, her eyes are neither gray, blue, or a proper shade of green, but an ethereal silver. Her silvery orbs gleam with health and have the luster of liquid mercury. Nothing can be glimpsed in her hard, clear eyes.

Personality-Though many claim to be her sole confidant, none do know who she truly is. She keeps her own counsel, never showing weakness or fear.


History-The moon shone, pale and white, almost obscured by the starless abyss. Thin as a felines claw, little light emanated from the narrow sliver crescent. Gauzy clouds skittered across the surface, too wraithlike to have any effect on what meager light escaped. Spread beneath the heavens lay a wide expanse of forests. Mysterious shadows dappled the wood, carpeting the greenery in darker hues. Resting on the floor of loam, was a harvest mouse. The plump creature nibbled half-heartedly at the poppy-seed stuffed in it's cheeks. "CHOMP" The rodent froze, it's little neck at a funny angle, once-bright eyes dull, as death clouded it's eyes. A muscular, ginger, paw snaked over, razor-sharp claws glinting in the moonlight. The paw scooped up the hapless mouse, and delicately placed the plump body between his long, curved,white fangs. Twin, midnight blue orbs stared out at the piece of fresh-kill. The tom hummed a little ditty, and headed on his way. "And now, to see the kits", he chuckled. "Crystalfang will be pleased with this morsel" He continued on his way, tail waving like a jaunty banner.

Early Life-The she-cat pondered, bright blue eyes gazing at the two kits dozing on the forest floor. Try as she might, she could not think of suitable names for the pair. Her mouth curved into a smile. These kits were going to be a handful for sure. If she did not know better, she would say they were twins. "Hmm, The Queen pondered. She sighed, patched kits could be very difficult to name. The tom had been easy to name. The name Blazekit matched his white and ginger pelt perfectly. She gently meowed names to the sleeping she-kit. "Redkit?, no, too plain, Emberkit?, there already is an Emberkit in the clan, Eaglekit?, too flashy, Patchkit?, no, far too neutral" A ginger tom trotted over to the Queen. "Crystalfang!", he mewed, how are the kits?" "Shh!, Gingerstreak they're sleeping!", she whispered. A low purr rumbled in her throat. The tom watched the kits, deep blue eyes filled with happiness. "They're beautiful!", "Have you thought of names for them yet", he said tenderly. Crystalfang pointed to the exausted tom-kit. "His name is Blazekit" Gingerstreak nodded his approval. "good choice!", he mewed. "I can't think of a name for the she-kit though!", she mewed. The name popped unbidden into his mind. "Joykit", he blurted. Crystalfang looked at him, baby blue eyes wide with astonishment. "Joykit", she mewed, tasting the name on her tongue. She had a feeling, this kit was special.

Kithood-Joykit lashed her tail around her tiny body. She bunched her hide quarters, needle-sharp claws sheathed. With a triumphant yowl, she leaped at her brother’s unprotected side. Blazekit froze, twitching his ears in the direction of the whooshing sound. He grinned, listening to his sister’s yowl. Instead of bracing himself, he dropped abruptly, flattening his miniscule body. Joykit’s azure orbs widen in shock. She flailed in the air, trying to slow down her descent. “Thump!” she skidded for a landing, salmon-pink nose buried in the dirt. Blazekit bounded over to his fallen sister. He hopped onto his sister’s dirt-covered, ginger and white pelt. “Do you yield?”, he mewed impishly. Receiving no answer, he started padding away. Quick as a whip, Joykit lunged, grabbing her brother’s scruff between her fangs, while using her larger size to an advantage, pushed her brother flat. “A wise Warrior never turns his back on the enemy!” she mewed. “Now, do YOU yield?” “A ___ Warrior NEVER yields!” he meowed strongly, and kicked with his powerful back legs. Joykit was thrown backwards into a patch of bracken. Her vision went blurry, suddenly, she saw four Blazekit’s instead of one. She shook her head, and the dizziness stopped. Immediately, she leapt to her paws. “Joykit!” “Blazekit!” yowled a voice sharply. Both kits turned toward the sound. As one they padded back to the nursery. “I wish we could be apprentices NOW!”, meowed Joykit.

Apprenticeship-“Joypaw!” the call was repeated again, this time more urgently, “JOYPAW!”, yowled the ginger and white tom. “W-what?” murmured Joypaw sleepily. She uncurled her tail, stretching her jaws in an enormous yawn. “Joypaw!”, It’s the first day of training!”, you’re late!” Joypaw’s eyes snapped open, ginger fur fluffed out. “Foxdung!”, she spat. Blazepaw’s deep, blue eyes widened with alarm. “Joypaw!”, “you know what mom says about swearing!” She responded to her brother with some terms and colorful vocabulary she learned from Softpad, the grumpy warrior. “Mom would flay you if she heard that!” “I told you, Softpad is a bad example!”, mimicked Joypaw, azure orbs flashing impishly. She cuffed her brother over the head. “Lighten up!”, she teased. She began to wash her pelt. “No time”, yowled Blazepaw, “Come on!” And that’s how she appeared when she went to her first training session, scruffy and unkempt, with fur fluffed up. Exactly what Addertongue hated.

Outside the sky was speckled with small clouds. A The camp was bathed in sunlight. Beside the entrance to the Apprentice Den, Addertounge was immpatiantly kneading the ground with his paws. When he saw Joypaw he meowed gruffly,"Your out finaly",Come on!, Lets get moving!",he meowed bad temperedly. "Follow me!", he commanded in a bored tone. Joypaw trotted after him, ears flat against her skull. She knew, this was not going to be a good day.

Addertongue meowed lazily, "Today,you, he pointed his tail at Joypaw, are going to catch blue squrriels!" "WHAT", Joypaw burst out, tail lashing. A low growl rumbled in her throat. Addertongue meowed smoothly, "You heard me!,I will watch from here!" He flopped down on a tree stump,eyes half-lidded. Joypaw gritted her teeth and started stalking, being careful to trod lightly on her toes. "You missed it!",Addertounge called, "Try again!" Joypaw bit back a sharp retort. "Your tails sticking up like a broken branch!", meowed Addertounge angrily. "But what if I want to look like a broken branch!, "Prey arn't afraid of broken branches!" ,Joypaw meowed sarcasticly under her breath" I will not tolerate sarcasm. Addertounge spat angrily. Joypaw cast a resentful look at Addertounge.

"How was your day?", asked Blazepaw kindly."Lousy," Joypaw grumbled. You know what, Addertounge should have been named Badgerbutt! "We shouldn't insult our mentors", meowed her brother reproachfully. "Badgerbutt!", Joypaw relished the name.

Beginning Warrior-"Let all cats old enough to catch their prey come to the ____ for a clan meeting!" Joypaw boldly stride out of the apprentice den, her blue eyes twin pools of excitement. Slightly behind her padded Blazepaw. He stepped gingerly, as if trodding on broken glass,caution and exhilaration gleaming in his midnight-blue orbs. Both had their ginger and white pelts groomed to a shining sleekness. "Joypaw", whispered Blazepaw quietly, "You forgot to wash your face!" Joypaw burned with embarrassment, her skin flushed red beneath her pelt. "Thank StarClan it was not daylight", she muttered. They came to a halt beside the ___, as ___ began to recite the ancient words. "I ___ leader of __ call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these two. They have trained hard to understand your noble code, and I commend them in their turn. "Joypaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, even at the cost of your life?" "I do", there was no doubting Joypaw's sincerity. "Blazepaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, even at the cost of your life?" "I do", he murmured. "Then, with the consent of StarClan, I give you your warrior names" "Joypaw and Blazepaw, from this moment on you shall be know as Joylark and Blazepatch", "StarClan honors you for your devotion and bravery and welcome you as a full warrior of ___" "Joylark!","Blazepatch!" their clan-mates chanted, honoring the dedicated pair with shouts of glee and pride. "You do know, we can't speak during the vigil!", meowed the newly named Blazepatch. Joylark motioned for him to be silent and padded over to the ___ camp entrance.

1st Death-Joylark smiled, her drowsy azure eyes threatening to close. She glanced at her belly, marveling at the fragile skin, bone, and fur protecting her first litter of kits. Her ginger and white belly was growing larger. Any larger, and she would be forced to stay confined in the medicine cat's den. She praised StarClan for the blessing she and Okenbrow were soon to receive. Well, she could not wait any longer, the itching for freedom of the outdoors was too hard to resist. She padded out, welcoming the warmth on her aching muscles. Hearing her belly growl, she paused. "May be a snack would be nice", she thought. Joylark started off in the direction of prey. There was a white light and the rotten scent of burned fur. She buckled over as her vision sank into blackness. Three moons later, the medicine cat found her blackened body. Almost all the fur on her had been fried off.

StarClan-Joylark eyes snapped open in alarm. "what was that?", she wondered. She started licking her paws. She froze, her beautiful ginger and white pelt was spangled with stars. Her azure orbs widened with shock. "NOOO!", she wailed. She inhaled, trying to calm herself down. To her surprise, she picked up the scent of a feline. Joylark pivoted, and slipped, landing on her back. She immediately came to her paws, pelt bristling. "Why am I here!?", she demanded imperiously, hoping her voice hid the wobbling of her paws. A golden tom padded over to Joylark. "I am sorry for your loss", he meowed deeply. He opened his mouth and blew. "Joylark froze" "Who am I?", she wondered. Evidently, her memory had been snatched. Another feline padded into Joylark's view, this time, a pure white she-cat. "First, we must change the pelt", meowed the golden tom. "Okenbrow must not be able to recognize her" "How about black?", suggested the she-cat" "Capital idea",hissed the tom laughing maliciously. "No more blue eyes for you freak", snarled the she-cat, starry pelt shaking with laughter. "Wait", muttered the she-cat, why did her eyes just turn silver?" She glared accusingly at her accomplice. The tom appeared shocked, "Not I", he meowed. But, try as they might, her orbs stubbornly remained silver. "Now, where to place her?", "The Tribe?", meowed the she-cat quizzically. "The Tribe", he meowed immediately.

Tribe-kit-A black kit scampered across the burning sands, showing neither pain or fear on her chiseled features. She laughed for the sheer joy of hearing her musical mew. As the only kit to survive the fire, she was doted on and spoiled. Shard, they called her, for her queer orbs gleamed like two shards of silver. The clan elders had debated on Silver or Night. Night because she was the only black kit in centuries, or Silver, for her interesting eyes. The kit tumbled, and fell, tail over nose, a spinning ball of fuzz rolling down the sand dunes. She squeaked with pleasure. This was more fun then chasing her tail! But, all to quickly she lost momentum and landed, nose-diving into the hot sands. Shard squealed in pain. "Mama!", she yowled. A beautiful golden she-cat descended down the sand dune, "Hush now, my beloved daughter", she mewed soothingly. She gently lifted Shard by the scruff and carried her away. "Time to go back to camp!", the she-cat mewed. "Watch the paws", cautioned Shard's mother, as her daughter almost smacked into Whisper's black leg. "Don't worry", "The Blackfeet Tribe shall heal your burn"

Apprentice-tribe-cat-The black feline stood, jet-black tail wrapped tightly around her paws. She gazed about, argent orbs unfocused and cloudy. Her paws lightly rested at her chest as she waited. She was a peculiar apprentice, always pondering and sitting in solitude to watch the sunrise. Perhaps, if there were other apprentices, she would not be so lonely. Unfortunately, she was one of the last apprentices in The Tribe. The few kits in The Tribe were far too young to play. Possibly in another moon they would leave the nursery, but for now, she walked alone.

Apprentice2-Shard scooped the tumbleweed ball with one paw. Using all her might, she flung it at young tom. "Catch this Ray!", she meowed. Ray easily hooked the ball on his claws. He lifted his left paw and threw it at a gingery gold tom. "Watch out Sand!", he yowled. Sand, the smaller golden tom, barely managed to grasp the tumbleweed with his striped paws. "Hey!", he mewed, you did that on purpose!" His orange eyes glittered indignantly. He lifted the ball and kicked it. The tumbleweed flew through the air, landing with a plop on the broad back of Ginger the elder. "RUN!", yowled Shard. The young apprentices fled, fearing the wrath of the Tribe's grumpiest elder.


Tribe-Healer Ceremony-"Come", commanded a desert-hued she-cat. "it is time" The old Tribe-healer delicately lapped at the starry water before her. Curious, Shard did the same. She flinched as the boiling liquid touched her tongue. Forcing herself to swallow, she pratically fled from the edges of the pool. The golden she-cat watched in silence, emerald green eyes filled with sympathy. Just as she knew would happen, Shard blacked out. The Healer winced, remembering the pain from her own ceremony. "Swiftleaf, keep her safe", she prayed.

Shard slitted her silver orbs against the blazing sun, paws rooted to the sand. "Wait, sand?" She hesitantly opened her mercury-hued eyes. Shard gazed about warily. She seemed to be crouching in a green wood. "What is this place?", she wondered. Spotting a puddle of water, she dipped her head to drink, the burning sensation lingering on her tongue. With a jolt, she flew reeling backward from the water. "Not yet, young tribe-cat", meowed a soft voice with amusement. Images of forests and vegetation entered her mind. "Swiftleaf?", mewed Shard, naming one of the Tribe protectors. "Yes, little healer" , "that is the name you call me" "Now", close your eyes, and reclaim what you have lost!" Shard obediently shut her lids tightly. Strange, indistinct figures crossed her consciousness. Memories. Voices. The touch of a mother she had forgotten, the lost impressions of her stolen life. It swirled inside her, filling the empty gaps in her existence. "Shard", meowed Swiftleaf urgently. "Dunk your claws in the Starpool!", "quickly!" "So this is what you have been up to!", snarled a now-familiar voice. There was the sounds of a scuffle, then, Swiftleaf's faint voice "The..claws", "please..." Her voice trailed into nothingness. Shard streaked towards the pool and delicately punctured it's clear surface with her claws. To her shock, her once, ordinary, dull brown claws matched the color of her ethereal, silver orbs. "So, we meet again!" A golden tom materialized beside the pool. His companion, a white she-cat. , padded closer to Shard. "Time to finish you off, abomination!", sneered the snowy-pelted feline. Shard's form grew indistinct. "Foxdung!", snarled the tom, "just when we were about to have some fun!" "Leave it to Swiftleaf to place a timer on the amount of time living cats can stay!" The she-cat opened her jaws, but no words came out. Shard had disappeared entirely. She opened her eyes. Noticing she was back in the desert, she released a yowl of triumph. The Tribe Healer padded over to Shard, leaf-green eyes brimming with worry. "We must head back, the Tribe needs us" On the whole way back to camp, Shard did not utter a word. She walked like a feline trapped in a dream, almost stumbling over pebbles and tripping up on plants. One thought repeated, over and over, encircling her tired mind. "Why was I sent here?" She kept turning the thought, as it buzzed in her brain, like a pesky flea.

When the reached the camp, a chorus of mews greeted them. "Shard!", yowled Ray. "You're back!", meowed Sand. "What happened?", "Did Swiftleaf accept you as a full-fledged Tribe-Healer?" Shard smiled, life was more interesting with friends. "As if I'd leave you overgrown fur-balls!" "I caught you a rabbit", mewed Ray happily. "WE caught you are rabbit!", meowed Sun. "thanks!", mewed Shard. But all she really wanted was to curl up in her den and sleep for a moon.

Finally curled up in her cosy den, she let her mind wander. "Why did they kill my kits?", she wondered. She knew that lightning did not strike on a clear day. Only StarClan could have sent it. Alone at last, she mourned the fragile lives of her murdered kits. "Why would StarClan kill kits?", then, a thought struck her, because they might become to powerful to control!" She jerked herself to a seated position. "It all fit!", That could be why I'm called a freak!" "I am one of the few creatures who can destroy StarClan!" Shard glanced down at her silver claws. "I wonder how sharp these are?", she asked herself. Without hesitation, she plunged her claws into her stone abode. Expecting pain, she closed her eyes. But nothing happen. Shard carefully opened her eyes to what she thought would be her claw's mangled remains. To her surprise, her paw was sticking out of the cave wall. After pulling out her paw, she noticed three, small, holes gouged in the stone where her claws had punctured.

2nd Death-Shard paced angrily, sleek black pelt a blur

But, something changed in her. She grew obsessed with destroying StarClan, no matter what the cost was. After the battle with her mate, she lost her playful spirit, growing morose and gloomy, flying off the handle about the littlest things. The part that was once Joykit, was gone, replaced with a cunning crafty and brutal leader with nothing to lose.

Other cats
Born Joykit-Ginger and white she-cat w/ stunning blue orbs {Later on, Joylark, Shard}
Brother-Blazekit-About the same pelt {Later on Blazepatch
Mother-Crystalfang-White she-cat w/ briight blue eyes
Father-Gingerstreak-Reddish tom w/ midnight-blue yes
Mentor-Addertongue-pale tabby tom w/ sickly green orbs
Mate-Okenbrow {Later, Oakenstar}- Brown tom w/ golden eyes
Friends
Ray-Golden tom w/ gray/green orbs {aka The Burning Ray}
Sand-Gingery gold, striped tom w/ fiery orange eyes {aka Light Bringer}
Sun-Golden tom w/ faint stripes {aka The Sun}

Timeline-Starting with apprentice-age

Joypaw was mentored by Addertongue.
Was an obedient rebellious apprentice who worshipped StarClan.
Gained her warrior name after a battle w/ rogues.
Warrior names were Joylark and Blazepatch.
Fell in love w/ Okenbrow
Was killed by lightning sent by StarClan while hunting.
she was reincarnated, but her pelt, eyes, and size were changed.
Her memory was wiped in case she found Oakenbrow.
Only her voice stayed the same.
They sent her to the Blackfeet tribe in the desert.
Took the name Shard.
Became friends w/ Sun, Ray, and Sand.
Became a healer apprentice to Whisper.
During initiation ceremony, her memories returned.
She was furious.
Her friends realized that StarClan was using the tribe as a dumping ground for cats who had the power to usurp their lofty position.
Angry, the four friends set up their own tribe, The Tribe of Shifting Sands.
Collecting some rogues, they decided there would be no StarClan, but, they themselves would be considered gods.
Immediately, they chose new names.
Sand chose the name Light Bringer.
Ray decided on The Burning Ray.
But, Sun, simply wanted to be called The Sun.
Shard refused such foolery and kept her old name, remaining Shard.
The new tribe was taught to hate StarClan.
After a while, Shard grew homesick.
Setting off on her own, she returned to her old haunts.
Oakenbrow, now, Oakenstar, spotted her, and, thinking she was a rogue, he attacked her.
Shard could not bear to raise a paw against him and was brought to StarClan.
The StarClan cats reprimanded her.
In her fury, she lashed out, causing a sizable wound on a StarClan cat.
StarClan was horrified and banished her to The Place of No Stars.
Shard lost her soul. {aka-Life had no meaning to her. She became cold-hearted and evil}
She found her way out, when she scraped her claws against a tree, a hole opened up, leading to freedom.
Using her nose as a guide, she found her way back to her beloved tribe where she and her friends concocted a scheme.
A she-cat was only allowed to keep two kits, the rest were sacrificed. The murdered kits joined Shard and became her army against StarClan.

Name-Cougarpaw
Pelt-Dirty gold
Eyes-Deep Olive
Gender-Tom
Age-7 moons
Rank-Apprentice
Clan-Same as Aquapaw
Cat Pics-http://www.canada-photos.com/data/media/18/cougar_308.jpg
Description-Cougarpaw towers over the other apprentices. With lankier limbs then most cats, he has a long stride and a quick gait. His body is streamlined for running, not just sprints, but long distances and rocky terrain. Powerful lungs allow him to breathe deeply, while big paws help when walking on drifts.
Cougarpaw may not be the softest cat, but he is the fastest.
His eyes are a bluish teal, like the the ocean. Aqua and clear, his eyes hold hidden depths. Rounder then an oriental, his eyes display happiness and disgust. He has better vision then most cats.
He has rough fur, almost like a Mountain Lion, but has a layer of downy fur near his skin to protect him from the brutal cold of Leaf-bare. Though his pelt is rough, it is smooth and short.He matches the tall grasses of the prairie, golden and supple. His pelt is a dirty gold, overlaid with chocolate tips. Darker on his back and forehead, this gives him a dusty appearance. He has a pure white chin and muzzle, bright as the first snowfall. The tip of his tail has three, small jet-black rings encircling it. He has a long tail, about half his size, the same exact color of the rest of his pelt. Wether aiding his balance or whipping it about, he relies on his tail for many things. He has honey-gold paws, lighter then the rest of his body, with a distinctive silvering on his face, paws, and tail.

Personality-Cougarpaw is weird, at least, in his opinion. He sometimes says random things, just for the heck of it, not to mention the confusion and shock on the listener's features. He is not afraid to share his unique views on politics and the world., though he communicates little with non-friends. He exercises his sarcasm regularly, earning his stern looks from his mentor and leader. Mainly, his is quiet and keeps his remarks to himself. He is self-confident, and enjoys discussing a wide variety of subjects. From hunting to the newest gossip, he keeps his ears open and eyes peeled. Sooner or later, he will discover a juicy tidbit of information. He is the number one source, for the latest news in the clan. However, he does not portion out everything, he always holds back a little knowledge from non-friends. Cougarpaw has an interesting sense of humor. Only his friends seem to understand his comedy. He can be morbid,telling of crazy stories and evil cats of the past. most apprentices and kits swear he had first-hand knowledge of Scourge, Hawkfrost, and the infamous Tigerstar. Where he gets his information, he's not telling, but he usually takes a doze before a story. Creepy and macabre, is the only way to describe his horror stories. When telling stories, he tends to skip over the setting, heading straight into the action. Cougarpaw tends to speak his mind. Whenever an argument springs to his mind, he can't resist the temptation to voice it. He could be a master debater if he can control his tongue. Beware the wrath of his words. He knows twelve ways to insult a cat before sun-high, without resorting to crude swearing. As a debater, he enjoys talking about politics, present and past. He can quote insane felines and wise ones, some he admires, the latter, he ridicules. Cougarpaw can be incredibly brave, throwing himself at the enemy, laughing in the face of danger, and speaking up in a time of need. But, he has one great flaw, one weakness he has never shared with any cat, spirit of living he has, well, you'll find out for yourself if he's in the prophecy!

HIstory-Cougarpaw is an enigma. No one really knows much about him. He just turned up out of the blue one stormy night., barely three moons old. It was a miracle that he survived. He started up residence in the clan and was adopted by a kind queen called Earthpelt. Tragically, right before he was ascending to apprenticeship, greencough infected the camp, spreading like wildfire, causing heathy cats to beacome sickly and weak. Earthpelt was one of the fallen. He believes she did not suffer, and can almost glimpse her starry calico pelt among the swath of stars called Silverpelt.

[Blade]

Tribe Name-Sunrise of the Golden Plains {Thanks for the name, Leaf of an Autumn Forest!}
Clan Name-Sunsplash
Etåla Name-Sinestra
Pelt-golden
Eyes-azure
Gender-She-cat
Clan-Under-dweller/Gifted Water
Rank-spy

Description- Sinestra is a true petite feline, complete with doll-like paws and pastel-pink pads. Her glamorous pelt makes Aquapaw appear shabby. She has a thick pelt, with slight shading on her muzzle and chest. Faint lines mar each hair creating a striped effect. Though dense, she displays some of the fluffiness of her Siamese ancestors. Her pelt has the texture of dandelion clocks, silky, but with a sleek shine, quite similar to fine-grained wood. Barely able to repel water, she can stand only the lightest of rain showers. Unlike most RC/WT felines, she cannot catch fish quite as well as the others. Her pelt may seem like a disadvantage, though what she lacks in durability, she makes up in muscle. Sinestra's pelt gleams with the brilliance of the sun. A golden splash envelops her slender frame, highlighted with auburn and Wheat field hues. Not a single hair of white dapples the plain of endless gold. Thin creamy rings encircle her tail, slightly shading her paws and neck. Her tail is tipped in an almost graphite color, jet black with definite charcoal tones, adding an almost Prairie Dog appearance to her fur. A striking fuchsia nose accents her muzzle, bringing a luminescent appearance to her lovely baby blues. Her eyes are circular, with the smallest slant. Quite large, her expressive orbs display boundless trust and quiet serenity. Bright with stunning azure, her pure, lake-blue eyes have the startling clarity of fluorescent lights.

Personality-What her pelt conceals is a spirit more vile then poison and a will harder then tempered steel. Her limpid eyes gaze out imploringly, while behind her frozen smile she is avidly plotting the Tribe's demise. There is a darkness to her aura, some root-deep menace even the Healers can't detect. A minuscule portion has ever glimpsed what lies behind her pretty features, the harshness of a born killer. Her motives remain unclear; perhaps she just enjoys the thrill of adventure. What a select few know is she is a religious fanatic, who only lives to please her dark goddess. Any feline, spirit or living who opposes her will must be exterminated, crushed, wiped off the face of the planet. She hopes to convert the tribes, vanquish the tribal leaders, and bring Ranash the place she desires as ruler of all felines, or so, her true race thinks. The truth is, she has planned some very nasty "accidents" to befall the new leader.

History-Sinestra is not a true cat. She has the guise of an upper-dweller, for she has never had the mind, body, or soul of a proper feline, instead, she is of a completely different race altogether, the Etåla. Her kind has flitted through two-leg history, often causing the death of cats and humans alike. An Under-dweller caused the Salem Witch trials, acting like a demon feline, causing the populace to murder innocent creatures just because they were similar to the Etåla. During that time period, Under-dwellers had only black pelts; colored fur was not in the gene pool. After centuries of evolution, they have morphed into the sleek, agile, multi-colored cats seen today, though colored pelts are still quite rare. They can be any shape, any size, there is nothing to detect, and however, most have some odd quirks that are difficult to spot. An Under-dweller usually has darker pupils then true felines, remotely larger then the average Upper-dweller. Most Under-dwellers have almost squint eyes, a trait that has been largely disappearing, but some of the older generations still have this quirk.

In the beginning, there were two groups, the Upper-dwellers and the Cave-dwellers. The Cave-dwellers had superior hearing, while the Upper-dwellers had far better daylight vision. These groups constantly warred with one another, each trying to rid the land of a rival. In the end, the Cave-dwellers were forced from their home, into the bowels of the earth, until one day, a she-cat had a vision. Her dream told her that a dark goddess, having sympathy for their plight, had decided to take the lost and vanquished felines under her wing, teaching them the ways of the dark. Fact became myth, myths, a legend, as the Upper-dwellers forgot completely of their dark cousins. The Light group eventually split up, traveling to less crowed habitats. But the Under-dwellers never forgot.

Sinestra was born to the ordinary family of four. Her mother was of average status and her father, Reb was a brute, albeit, a moused-brained tom. She had one sibling, Ven a tom, who never grew up. When she and her brother were six moons old, she was taken to Felis Fema, the school of Anath. While there, she was taught her religion and became well versed in the dark arts. Her brother was sent to Ailuro Figarte to learn the fighting trade and proper rank of a young male. Both kits were taught to hate their wicked cousins, the Upper-dwellers. Unfortunately, her brother had become "troublesome" and a heretic and was given "the treatment" for unruly toms. He has never spoken a single word again. When the initiation ceremony had happened Sinestra had to kill some Upper-dweller kits. She preformed spectacularly, murdering not only kits, but the mother as well. Because of her power and heartlessness, she was offered one of the greatest positions of all, becoming a member of The Claw. In order to join, you must sacrifice someone dear to you. Her brother was the obvious choice. First they drugged him, carrying his limp body to the alter where Sinestra waited with bated breath, ready to kill this tom in the name of her goddess. Using her razor-sharp claws, she plunged her claws into his chest, ripping out his still-beating heart. Her brother gave a little cry, then fell off the alter, once-bright orbs clouded with the mist of death. Her brother's heart pinned to her claws, she dropped it into the unholy pool at her footpads. She lifted her head proudly; finally she had shown her true devotion to her goddess.

A lithe shape padded among the silent stone corridors ,bone-white claws retracted into her velvety pads. Her night-hued pelt caused her to be almost invisible in the gloom. She strode with a purposeful attitude, small head arched, thick tail held proudly. Her slanted golden orbs gazed hauntingly at her surroundings, making the hidden sentries bristle with unease. Reaching a skinny, unremarkable, crevice in the rock, she paused. Fluidly, she lifted her left paw, placing it delicate on the smooth stone above the alclove./ indent. “Abec”, she whispered, voice thrumming with power. The stone began to glow cherry red, vibrating where her paw touched the the slick gray surface. Without a second glance of contempt at the startled sentries she padded into the darkness.


Sinestra padded, the icy flagstones freezing her pads through her green-leaf light pelt. Her pearly white fangs nearly chattered with cold. She fluffed up her downy, golden fur, trying to conserve what little heat emanated from her slender frame. Right now she should feel honored, but the searing cold emptied her thoughts. Step by step, she advanced closer to the thin beam of light, her mind screaming at her to to stop. The sunlight blinded her, causing her darkened orbs to protest in pain. She gritted her fangs against the agony, then plunged headfirst into the brightness. Once her eyes had adjusted, the first thing she felt was fear, fright and longing for the comfortable caverns of her underground home. Strangely, the blinding white ground she was standing on appeared to be almost wet. She tentatively licked it, feeling the ice crystals melt slowly on her tongue. “So this is snow”, she muttered uneasily. Her legs trembled. She knew her fear-scent made her an easy target, but she was too weary and frozen. She did not care, all she wanted to do at that moment was turn tail and flee this hostile land. Unconsciously, she bit her lip, tasting the metallic saltiness spread across her tongue. Gathering her courage, she padded cautiously further into the foreign land. Whiteness, brightness, it swarmed about her, deadly and vicious, the frozen, milky, snow seared her pads, blanketing her slender form in suffocating blankness. For a moment, she felt abnormally cold, pads leaving bloody prints behind her. She flopped down helplessly, to weak to resist the bitter embrace of winter. Her eyesight dimmed, blocking out the view of endless white. Sleep, all she wanted to do was sleep. To rest. Never to trod on the barren slopes again. She yearned with her heart and soul for the blessing, everlasting darkness of eternal rest. Then, she knew no more.

Sinestra opened her snow-crusted lashes, expecting to glimpse the mountains she had been traveling through. What she saw shocked the living Anath out of her. A cozy cavern, lined with little nests daintily arranged with hawk feathers and goose down. A rushing sound entered her ears, waking her completely. Spotting the state of her pelt she uttered a hiss of dismay. Her golden fur, usually spotless and glossy, was matted with peculiar spiny objects. Business-like, she immediately began to give herself a through grooming, yanking out tufts and spitting out mud. When she deemed her pelt presentable down to her black-tipped tail, she calmly waited to meet her rescuers or rescuer. "Perhaps they would be helpful allies?", she inwardly thought idly. "The Mistresses could always use a few more "Servants"

Etåla Rules and Terms

1. Respect and please Anath, the goddess of chaos.
1.5 Listen to the Priestesses or die.
2. Toms are always inferior to she-cats.
3. All toms must obey she-cats or shall be given to Anath.
3.5-Kit toms are fed the sacred root.
4. Young kits are sent to Felis Fema, if female, Alurio Figarate if male.
5. If a she-cat has more then four kits, at least two must be sacrificed to Anath, excluding she-cats.
6. Treachery is allowed if one does not get caught.
7. It is an honor to die for Anath, it must be earned.
8. Toms cannot join "the Claw"
9. If a budding priestess is chosen to join "the Claw", she must kill a family member, only a tom.
10. To graduate for Felis Fema or Alurio Figarate you must spend sixteen Nathras in the latter place, then, for she-cats, they must murder an Upperdweller, preferably with kits.


Nathra-One day. It refers to the spells placed on a pillar of stone. It is cast at midnight, then wanes in brightness. Beware, some aspiring Etåla will push rivals into the stone where they are baked to death.

"The Claw"- The elite group of fighters, one must have certain talents to join. Toms are not allowed.

Felis Fema-The school of Anath. She-cats are taken away here to learn the dark mysteries of their religion. Here, they learn their Anath-given powers.

Alurio Figarate -Fighters school, toms only. If one behaves, one lives. If not, they are sent to "light the fires". Few toms survive.

"Light the fires"-the term for forcing toms to set fire to themselves.

Name-Satinpaw
Pelt-blue/gray Korat
Eyes-soft mint
Gender-She-cat
Siblings-Beatlepaw and Pantherpaw
Rank-Apprentice
Cat picture-
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Clan-Rock
Description-She is a dainty feline, with slender limbs and effortless grace. She has a heart-shaped face, like most Korats. Even from above, the odd shape is seen. Her frame tends to be skinny, but not to starvation. She has wide-set, feathery ears, the trademark of all her siblings. Fine-boned and petite, her weight is less then the average cat. She is able to descend silently, even on treacherous terrain. Her pelt consists of kitten-fine hairs. Soft to the touch, each follicle seems to have been dipped in silver guilt. Her fur is water-repellant, slick enough to deter the clutching talons of hawks and eagles. Short and sleek, she has a slight sheen to her pelt. Not as strong of a shine like Pantherpaw, but noticeable, none the less. Her pelt has a unique trait. For some unknown reason, the fur covering her spine stands up, creating a "broken" effect, odd compared to her relatively smooth pelt. She has beautiful, stunning gray fur. Delicately silvered on her extremities, such as paws, ears, and tail, the colors complement her fur quite well. Her eyes are round, with a slight Oriental slant. A soft green in hue, her brilliant orbs can be compared to water droplets on a lily leaf. Her orbs are neither dull or cloudy, but clear and bright. Satinpaw's claws are not black or silver, but gray with a silver tint, like the edges of a storm cloud. She routinely examines her claws for breaks and tears. Satinpaw has a medium sized tail, thin and whippy. She can easily maneuver it without difficulty.

Personality-Sweet and gentle, Satinpaw is the last cat you would expect to be related to crazy Beatlepaw and the bullying Pantherpaw. But, odd as it may be, she is indeed their sister. Satinpaw is the keeper of the peace. If she had not existed, no doubt, her sibling would have already destroyed themselves. She knows that Beatlepaw and Pantherpaw are like oil and water, though she still harbors the secret hope of having her siblings get along. She is neither loud like Pantherpaw, or cunning like Beatlepaw, instead she is quiet and calm, radiating serene goodness, calming down even her warring siblings. Sympathetic and thoughtful, she cares about others. Some might call her shy, but in reality, she is usually trying to keep her arch-enemy siblings apart. Satinpaw is trusting, too trusting. This may one day lead to her demise. She belives that, deep down inside, every creature has a spark of kindness. With kindness, one can start a blazing fire of friendship and trust. To her, betraying friends is the worst evil deed. Pantherpaw may think he is all-powerful, but Satinpaw is really the most powerful of the trio. Persuasion is stronger then mere brute force, as Satinpaw clearly displays. She has learned to control Pantherpaw, somewhat, but prefers to watch on the sidelines, jumping in whenever she is needed. As his sibling, she has to be extremely careful he never finds out. Satinpaw is adored by her siblings. Both Beatlepaw and Pantherpaw try to protect their sister from harm. Second-youngest, she has the opinions of a scholar, thought-out and precise. Unlike most cats, she perceives things differently. Yes, she believes in StarClan, but lately she has felt a strange "presence" looming over the camp.

History: Her grandmother's name had Sleekfur. She was the daughter of Ivytail and Heavystep. Her only sibling was Lepoardkit. Both she-cats were smart, beautiful, and headstrong, a dangerous combanation.
As kits, Sleek-kit and Lepoardkit loved to play-fight. To them, being pushed into a boulder seemed exilarating. The two she-cats were evenly matched in strength and speed. Though they enjoyed fighting, exploring remained their ultimete favorite. Against clan orders, Sleek-kit and Lepoardkit periodically sneaked out of camp., usually passing through toadstools to mask their scent. On one of these occasions, Lepoardkit slipped into the river and had to stay in camp for days. This segment happened when Lepoardkit was trapped in the Medicine Den.

Sleek-kit scampered about, black claws making soft, clicking noises on the slick,gray rocks beneath her pads. She lifted a blueish/gray paw to her ear, smoothing her ruffled pelt. "Relax, everything would be fine", she told herself inwardly. She glanced about uneasily, being without Lepoardkit was like losing her tail. Her thoughts began to wander, what if she is in pain?, or dying?, or, even, dead? To quell her fears, she began to wash her silvery fur. Sleek-kit paused, a crackling sound. Her triangular ears rotated one-hundred- and-eighty degrees. Thinking it was the afternoon patrol, she dived into the nearest thicket. She twitched her rosebud nose, mint green orbs peering about. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a muscular, white shape, a tom cat. Sleek-kit froze, rooted to the spot, unable to move, paralized with fear. To her astonishment, the cat began to pad over to her hiding place. She noticed with passing interest, that his forehead had a black sploch. He seemed young, about, apprentice age, but he he had an air of command emenating from his pelt. He wore power like a second skin. "Greetings young kit", he meowed solemnly. Sleek-kit dipped her head, to overcome to speak. The tom gave a lugurious strech, his fur rippling from ears to tail-tip. Sleek-kit gasped, his claws were no ordainary brown , black or white, but had the sheen and silvery color of a two-leg monster. "I see you like my claws young kit","allow me to introduce myself","I am Imp, Leader of Two-leg-place" "My name is Sleek-kit, sister of Lepoardkit",a member of RiverClan", she said the last bit with pride. Imp appeared to be impressed with the last part. "Older sibling or younger", he asked. Sleek-kit sighed,"older" "Let me tell you something, young Sleek-kit", he meowed knowingly,"Siblings just get in the way","one day, she will turn on you" "Belive me, I know, my younger brother Fluff is gathering an army" he chuckled,"Course, Fluff found his name too girly", "his new name is Scourge" "But don't worry your pretty little head about it", "Fluff has never beaten me and never will" Sleek-kit glanced up at the setting sun,"I'd better get going", she meowed sadly. "Goodbye Sleek-kit", he meowed,"see you tomorrow" Sleek-kit scampered away, knowing she would be sternly lectured at camp.

Sleek-kit and Imp continued to see each other, right up to reciving her warrior name, Sleekfur. The two cats soon fell in love. On discovering Imp,Lepoardfur convinced Sleekfur to confide in her. Sleekfur agreed, only if Lepoardfur swore herself to sececry. On one of the occasions, Lepoardfur brought a troop of warriors. The Clan cats, thinking Imp was an intruder, attacked. Poor Imp fled, not wanting to hurt Sleekfur's friends and family. Sleekfur was livid. And in that moment, Imp's words came back to her,"Siblings just get in the way","one day, she will turn on you" Sleekfur, boiling with rage, snarled at Lepoardfur, "you swore an oath!" Lepoardfur gazed into Sleekfur's pain-filled eyes. "I had to protect you",she whispered. Sleekfur narrowed her jade orbs,"you're no sister of mine, she hissed, voice dripping venom. Her paw flashed out of nowhere. Lepoardfur could feel the blood dripping down from near her ear. But stronger then the pain in the claw-marks was the agonizing distress of losing her sister's trust. She tried to call out as Sleekfur swiftly sped away, without a backward glance, following Imp's trail. Only when she reached the Moonstone did the tears begin to fall.

{To make a long story short...}

Sleekfur joined wih Imp and had four kits, Leap, a russet tom with blue eyes, Mint,an exact replica of Sleekfur, Pumpkin, a golden orange tom with unusal gray orbs, and Tyme, an extremely pretty she-cat with green eyes. She and Imp raised the kits near an abandoned two-leg barn, a little farther then Barley's. When they grew up, Mint beacame a Loner, while Pumpkin and Tyme decided to live the life of a kittypet. Only Leap stayed with her parents. Later on, she and a Loner named River, decided to head North. Mint had one kit, a she-cat she named Ribbon. When she beacame apprentice-age, she joined up with Hawk, Moth, and Sasha. Sasha left the young cats in RockClan, where Hawk and Moth earned the warrior names Hawkfrost and Mothwing. Ribbon herself gained a warrior name, Ribbonpelt, in honor of her satiny fur.

[Leafeyes/Rainstar]

YAY! You have Shard on here! She's awesome!