Blade

[blade]

Name-Blade
Pelt-Lilac spotted tabby Oriental w/ silver stripe
Eyes-cool green
Gender-She-cat
Rank- Senior Apprentice age {aka-8 moons}

Description-She is a slender cat. Her fur is a pale dove-gray, overlaid with spotted tabby markings. From her fore head to her tail is a long silver streak, about the width between her ears. Her ears are erect, giving her a perpetually alert look. She has cool, normal-sized green eyes. Her eyes are clear without flecks. She has a pale, brick-red nose, like faded bricks painted white with the red barely showing through. Her profile is that of an Oriental, long and straight. She has a tabby, head, fur, and tail. She is very light for a medium-sized cat.

Personality-Tough and independent, she obeys her own rules. She is very secretive, never telling her parents about her daily activities fighting clan cats and gaining revenge. Honor is her guideline. She thinks her parents are cowards, who hide behind the fence all day. Her bravery is renowned in The Resistance. She has taken prey from many clan cats, and has become a top fighter. Though she is strong, she knows when to stop. She is never intimidated, and faces danger right in the eye. Soon, she may meet her match.

History-Blade was a young kittypet who lived with her parents, oblivious to the forest. Her parents, Sparkle and Spot, always told her, “Never bug the forest cats” One day, Blade and her friend Trouble, where wrestling close to the forest boundary when Trouble accidentally placed one paw over the boundary, a clan cat started attacking him. Blade tried to help, and was knocked out by a blow to the skull. When she gained consciousness, Trouble’s dark gray fur was covered in blood and his right hind leg seemed twisted awkwardly. From there on, she hated clanners with every hair on her pelt.

Hates forest clanners because her friend Trouble was attacked and maimed by a clanner. She tried to convince her parents to stop the clan cat but, they refused, saying, “Stay out of the clans business, clans do what they like. Angry, and wanting revenge, she entered the forest where she met an old tabby rouge, Purdyfoot. Little did she know, but her whole life would change. She and Purdyfoot started a conversation. Soon, she told all about the attack and frustration, that the clanner got away, scot-free. Purdyfoot sympathized and said he had been attacked by a clanner too. His mate, Trill, was killed by a clanner who loved her. Soon she and Purdyfoot started a gang of clan-haters. Blade became second in command, Purdyfoot was the ringleader. More cats began to join. In all six dedicated cats joined to strike out against the clanners. Purdyfoot reasoned, the clanners need food to survive, cut off their food supply, and they’ll be begging for mercy” All the cats worked out a battle plan. One cat would fight a clanner coming back from hunting. When the clanner started fighting, the cat would have to drop the fresh-kill. While the clanner was occupied, another cat would grab the prey and run. If the clanner noticed the prey was snatched, the fighting cat would disappear. They called their small band, The Resistance.

OI-Her parents have no idea about The Resistance group.

Rp example-he world was still. Sunlight shone coldly on the frozen earth below. Trees sparkled with frost, bare of leaves. A faint wind swayed the branches, dropping icicles with a silent crash, falling, into the snow underneath. Small feline prints marred the smooth surface. In the middle of a snowdrift, lay an old, oak stump, almost completely submerged in the covering of white. Perched on the stump was a lilac she-cat. She gazed out through cool green orbs, completely aware of her surroundings. The feline flicked her spotted lilac tail, then, without a sound, leaped gracefully of into the snow, landing lightly on her paws, leaving barely a print where she trod.

The lilac she-cat rolled her cool green orbs. Whatever cat was stalking her clomped about like a one-legged badger. She opened her jaws wide, revealing pearl-white fangs. Carefully, the feline tasted the breeze, unknowing if the strange cat were friend or foe. She wrinkled her reddish nose in distaste. "Clan cat", she though irritably. Only clan cats had a stink more pungent then badger. But wait, the scent had been too strong to have been just one cat. She swiveled her erect ears ninety degrees. Now she could hear the softer, more subtle, sounds of a creature stealthily padding. The feline narrowed her green eyes to mere slits. "Were they ganging up on her?", she wondered. She smiled, grimly amused. If they wanted a fight, they would get more then they bargained for. She waited calmly, showing the slightest signs of attack. The quick, twitching of her slender, spotted tail betrayed her excitement. If they made one move, she would charge in. Luckily she had the element of surprise on her side. To her shock, the loud tabby flew backwards into a tree. Her tail twitched faster, this time, her claws slid out from velvety sheaths, needle-sharp, ready to rend and tear. Stealthily, she paused, giving no outward signs of the commotion.

[kas]

cool sounding cat. which band of rogues does he belong to?

open plains or the barn-house

[hawkclaw]

Please follow the format

[Sile]

As long as Blade has all the key information it doesn't matter which order he/she has it in.

Blade, you need a RP sample. I was going to make a new group of rogues that hates the clan cats anyway. It fit the prophecy better.

[ice]

you are going to make a new band of rogues?

[Sile]

I am, but I am going to make sure members are posting rogues enough to make all of the groups even.

[kas]

oh,okay.

[hawkclaw]

okay that is what i ment he needed a rp sample

[darkpoppy]

umm my clan is the one who hates the clans, 3 groups of rogues is a bad idea also why would willow kill lilystar and gingertail if she liked the clans.

[Sile]

There are four clans. Each clan has a lot of cats. One rogue group only has half as many cats as all four clans. If we want to have enough rogues that will attack the clans, we are going to need more cats to play as different rogues. Don't worry, Darkpoppy, I will make sure cats will keep joining your group. Anyway, I said the rogues would join together, so there needs to be two groups of cats that hate the clans.

[blade]

Blade is a kittypet rogue. She has a small band of cats. Blade is second-in-command. Recently, she has been taking over the role as leader. Purdyfoot has become frail and ill.

{If you need an evil rogue, I have this cat.

Name-Miysha
Pelt-Golden
Eyes-Deep, black as pitch
Gender-She-cat
Clan-Rouge
Description-She is a medium-sized cat. Her pelt is golden. She has eyes as black as pitch, yet, cold as marble. Her heart is made of stone. She is an assassin-like cat. She is all beauty, grace, and deadly, like the blade of an assassin. Her words are like poison, tempting the kindest cat to become misguided and as evil as her.

Personality-Her fur may be gold, but her heart and soul are blacker then her eyes. She desires kits to carry on her deadly legacy, and take care of her work after she dies.
She is cunning, and full of malice and greed. StarClan!, she scoffs at the idea, “Did StarClan protect Berrystone?, no!, they don’t exist!” She is calm, cool, and collected, killing doesn’t bother her, in fact, and she loves the blood and gore. She is filled with deceit. Her favorite noise is the sound of dying creatures. She savors pain, like a tasty piece of fresh-kill.

History-Miysha was born on the night of a blue moon.Her parents are unknown, possibly rouges. Miysha killed her parents through slow torture,slicing their paws off one by one. When they died, she draped their entrails onto branches and yowled to the moon.The sibling she had, died when as a kit,Miysha pushed her brother into the walls of the nursery. Miysha has killed numerous cats. The only thing she has'nt done is drink her victim's blood. She kit-napped Nightkit and raised her as her own.

Nightkit's History- She watched the kits, never taking her eyes of them. “The tortoiseshell was quite nice,” she mused. “The silver tom certainly looked noble” And then she saw the black one. Her eyes burned with desire. She purred quietly, “She is the one”
Day turned to night as the queen and her kits slept. The cat crept stealthily into the nursery. There, she spotted the coveted black kitten, curled up into a ball, tail over nose. The cat, without a sound, slit the dappled queen’s throat. The queen gave a horrible gurgle and fell still, blood pouring from the wound in her neck. Swiftly, the cat sliced the necks of the tortoiseshell and the silver tabby. The tortoiseshell fell without a sound. The silver tabby gave a strangled cry and went limp. As their eyes glazed over the cat crept over to the still sleeping black kit. The cat’s eyes glittered with greed and malice. She crooned to the sleeping kit, “I shall name you Nightkit” She longed to drape her nose in the queen’s entrails, but such pleasantries must wait. She scooped up the kit and hurried into the shadows.

{I hope this is evil enough. If not, I have another one.

[kas]

evil cat, i like her.

[blade]

Thanks! I am making a bio for this evil cat too!

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

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.
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.

[Sile]

I accepted all of the bios made. If you want to make the other cats you can either create another account or have another member create them for you.... PM me if you only want one or two of these cats.

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Thanks! I am co-admin for Dawn of The Dusk!