One event can change the course of your own life forever.
When tragedy strikes you loose all faith in everything you have ever known.
You turn the blame to the only thing you can, StarClan, those who are suppose to have watched out for you were never there to begin with. Darkness clouds your path as your owns change the world of the clans forever, many join your cause against teaching kits about StarClan. Lost in the chaos without laws to back up anything the destruction of everything seems close at paw. A new order rises to take its place, but how can any cat believe in StarClan in the chaos when this new idea sounds some much better than StarClan ever did. Can the life the clans once had ever return?
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Mottledclaw « Thread Started on Jul 28, 2008, 8:11pm »
Name: Mottledclaw -Clan: RiverClan -Gender: she-cat -Moons: 20 moons -Rank: warrior -Description: Mottledclaw is a calico, with a lovely white, ginger, and black pelt. She has very sharp claws, so you better watch out when you're near her! Her bright yellow-green eyes are clever and often alit with a mischievous glint--especially when she's up to something. She has a black patch over one ear and an orange patch over the other. She is not huge, but neither is she teeny-tiny; Mottledclaw is of average size. -Personality: Mottledclaw's tongue is nearly as sharp as her claws. Just about every tom who has tried to court has felt the sting of her tongue. She may be pretty, but she's no weakling. Nor is she a goody-goody. Mottledclaw takes pleasure in playing pranks on her Clanmates, but she does it out of friendship, not spite. She prides herself on never backing down from a challenge. -History: Mottledkit was the only female in a litter of five. Her brothers often tried to give her a hard time, but she fought back. She never cried or ran to Mama; she retaliated by giving them a bit of their own medicine. By the time she was an apprentice, Mottledpaw already had her sharp tongue and tough-girl attitude. She started her pranks shortly after her warrior ceremony, quite by accident. It all began with a troublesome tom, a vine, and a hunting patrol--and that's how the monster was born. -Codeword: water -Picture (optional): -Other:
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