Post by blackrose9994 on Mar 30, 2010 22:19:57 GMT -5
Blackrose
"Good or bad...we all have wings"
"Good or bad...we all have wings"
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24 moons
Gender
She-cat
Clan
ShadowClan
Rank
Warrior
Exterior.
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Pelt
Reflecting gentle midnight-black waves rippling along her body, this young she-cat feels blessed to be alive. Her snow-white muzzle, stomach to underbelly, paws, and tail give her a unique style, along with ginger spot flecked gently on her back like tears of rain falling from our warrior ancestors. She appears to be a beautiful, sleek and slender she-cat, but the heart of a warrior pounds inside that gives her the courage to use her needle-like claws and teeth in battle. Don't let the looks fool you...trust me.
Eye
She silently watches the moon with intense mint-green eyes as she lets the wind capture her soul and glide steadily throughout the sky. The moon glints and reflects her future right before her very eyes as she waits for the return of her family...or a sign they are even alive.
Body
Sleek and slender, but semi-muscular frame because of her active routine ans fast reflexes. Her paw-pads are more scratched up because of the bloody era of the war she managed to escape when she was a mere kit. But her black ears are perked high to show she always remains alert and ready to fight when the opportunity comes.
Special
Her mint green eyes are strange and beautiful enough, but along side her left thigh is bestowed a strange formation of ginger markings that other cats have described to be in the shape of a rose. This where her name was played...BlackROSE.
Interior.
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Positive
Very swift runner and excellent hunter. She's loyal to her clan and has keen senses when it comes to battle and hunting. She always throws herself out there for a mate, and searches for her brother when she should really be sleeping.
Negative
The jealous-type. She seems a little more cranky because of her constant sleep loss when she spends her down-time searching for her brother, Southpointe. She is an incredibly skilled fighter, so whoever ticks her off WILL pay (hey its only negative for others, not her xD)
Likes and Dislikes
Likes- playing hard-to-get, helping at the nursery, adventures, her brother Southpointe, and her apprentice Larkpaw.
Dislikes- cocky and know-it-all warriors, DeathClan, spiders, noisy kits that dismiss her sleep, and her cocky of a deputy cousin Northstep.
History.
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Early Years
Blackrose started as Black-kit in ShadowClan about 44 moons ago...simply playing with a ball of moss Southpaw (Southpointe) rolled for her. Their mother Starwing had a thing for seeing the future and predicted all of the exiled cats from all of the clans would gather and go to war with the clans. She leaped up to the Highrock to warn the (past) leader Wolfstar of what she'd seen, but Wolfstar just shook his silver head and refused to believe such corrupt thought. She could only sit in agony and anxiety as she knew this could mean, if they came, she would never see her kits again. Her sad moss-green eyes gazed over the clan hard at work and then to Southpaw and Black-kit. A battle yowl sounded in the distance. Starwing froze and stared in horror as the exile cats returned, claws and muzzles dripping of WindClan cats; who were driven away forever. They were an alliance called DeathClan, and the leader was recognized as Rattletail of RiverClan, who named himself Rattledeath as an opposed leader. DeathClan marched into ShadowClan and abruptly attacked. The warriors fought hard, but DeathClan had many top-notch warriors pf their own. Wolfstar stared upon his clan in terror and leaped down to help. He quickly nuzzled Starwing. "Take your kits and warn the other queens to follow you into my den. You will be safe in the cave." He pointed his nose toward the top of the Highrock and dashed off. Starwing sobbed, as she knew--those were the final words she would ever hear of from him. The war unsheathed all claws and teeth, as it blazed of the disgusting taste of blood in the musky air. StarClan could only cry tears as rain soaked the red soil and fed the ground with hate. Starwing desperately searched the clashing crowd for her kits and finally found them under a precipitous ledge away from the rain and blood shower. She dodged countless corpses of her Clanmates and grabbed Black-kit by her neck scruff and told Southpaw to follow behind as closely as possible. Dodging the war-zone, Starwing made her way with her kits to the Highrock at full speed. With the safety-zone in sight, she sped up, but was clawed in the flank and head-butted to the ground. She released Black-kit and turned to face her attacker. Black-kit just watched in horror but was soon picked off by her brother and bolted up the ledge and into the cave. "Mama!!" Black-kit squeaked and ran back into the open. "Black-kit! NOO!!!" Southpaw scrambled to get up and ran after her. He stopped directly after her and looked over the scene. Their mother was nowhere to be found. Southpaw whipped his head around and scanned the clashed clans for his mother. His deep green eyes narrowed and then widened as he realized Starwing was sprawled out on the bloody soil...a pool of blood seeping from underneath her. "MOTHER!!" Southpaw cried and by instinct leaped from the Highrock to be by her dying side. Black-kit watched her brother with anxiety as he nudged her blood-splattered muzzle. Her eyes opened weakly into slits and fell upon her son. "Southpaw..." she said with her dying breath. "Take care of your sister. You will heal me that way, and many more cats to come..." she then laid motionless--lifeless. Southpaw sobbed and pushed his black head into her neck. He never understood what she meant, but he accepted she was now hunting with StarClan. "Sowthpawh!!" Black-kit cried cried from above. He turned to be trampled by a DeathClan warrior and slammed into a rock head-first. "SOWTHPAWH!!!" Black-kit sobbed. For all she knew, her mother and brother just died before her very eyes. "Honey, come in here now!" a gentle voice rose from the shadows in the cave. Black-kit turned to face her best friend, Dragonkit's mother, Carnationglint. She was a beautiful tortoiseshell she-cat with unusual cherry-blossom pink eyes. She purred as Black-kit steadily made her way into the cave and sat before the young queen. She laid in misery as Dragonpaw nuzzled her in comfort and slept by her side until the war would pass. Luckily, the cave remained unreached by any DeathClan cats, so the ShadowClan queens and their cats relaxed as the rest of their cat were being ripped to crowfood.
War Aftermath
It took only a day to destroy everything precious of ShadowClan. Many corpses of warriors Black-kit knew and grew fond of laid lifeless in the damp soil; blood surrounding their bodies. Only one DeathClan cat was what found appeared to be dead among the rest--Killfur--exile of WindClan. Black-kit did see him once before gather with his clan at the Fourtrees, his white body and bright ginger patches covered by the ugliest of scars, including one that permanently closed his left eye. She also remembered his name used to be Patchfur, that is, until he joined DeathClan. She wept over the loss of so many Clanmates: Silversong and her apprentice Larkpaw, medicine cat Scarface, Dustcloud, elder Whiteout, Twineclaw, and new-born kits and many other warriors Black-kit hadn't recognized. She struggled to pick herself up when she saw the dead body of her beloved leader, Wolfstar. Next to him was the devastating sight of her mother, Starwing. Her body was marked in several different places, and blood spewed from her jaws. Then a sudden movement caught her attention from the corner of her eye. A warrior struggled to get to his paws, but he stood stood steadily. KILLFUR!! Black-kit silently gasped as the scarred warrior rose and limped around. She was surprised a warrior as beat-up and rode-kill-like as him would still be breathing! A swift silvery shadow streaked across the deathly silent ShadowClan territory and leaned on Killfur for support. Black-kit squinted her mint green eyes to see who had come back to help. She gasped out loud to finally recognize him--Badgerface--exile of ShadowClan itself!! He used to be her idol, until he set traps for kits and killed them in one swipe of his lengthly black claws. Killfur moaned as he struggled to lean against him but he seemed to scent the air and whip his head to see eye-to-eye with her. Her heart seemed to stop as she noticed his beautiful amber eyes were a coal black and narrowed into slits most of the time. What had Rattledeath done to them?! Without thinking, Black-kit leaped from the safe cave and planted her white paws in the soil a few fox-lengths away from Killfur and Badgerfur. His grizzly top silver fur and bottom half cream fur bristled as she took a pawstep forward. His black and white striped vertical muzzle crinkled as he drew his bloody lips back into a bloody-curdling hiss. Killfur winced and seemed to unstable and weak to make a second hiss. "B--Badgerface," Black-kit hesitated. He seemed so different--so horribly terrifying. She tried to look past his current appearance and remember his beautiful amber gaze when he used to call her to wrestle and help scan the territory. Rattletail had started the revolution of exiled cats to killing hunters; possibly making Badgerface do something he wouldn't EVER do like kill the innocent kits for Rattletail to eat. As disgusting as the deed was, Badgerface felt it was the only way to get back at the clan and show he was stronger. Really, he was a mere murderer. Black-kit stopped a tail-length from her old friend and stared crossly into the soul-less eyes of someone she once knew. "I am Shadowface." He growled in a demonic-like voice that made her fur stand on its ends. "You were never like this," Black-kit mewed in a distressed tone. "I am who I choose, and it shall remain that way." He sighed. "You would wrestle with me...and patrol me along the borders...and--" "None of that matters!!" His raised tone startled her and made her press her snow-white belly to the ground. "Now run along before I let you suffer the same fate as Dark-kit and Wildkit!" He hissed. She knew Dark-kit and Wildkit were her former denmates--then killed by Badgerface and eaten by Rattletail. "What would Jirfoot say to you now? HOW WOULD SHE EVEN LOOK AT YOU?!" Black-kit snapped, realizing that was probably the biggest mistake of her life; to mention his mate's name in vein at a time like this. He hissed furiously and raised his paw; claws about three mouse-lengths long unsheathed and ready to kill again. Black-kit flinched and squeezed her eyes shut; ready for the blow. A yowl startled them both. Shadowface stopped and set his paw down. "Heh, saved by the yowl," he turned away from her. "Don't think I'm ever gonna resist like that again!" He hissed and leaped his way through the body mine field to the hill with Killfur keeping good distance with him. There he stood--Rattledeath. His gleaming dark brown fur and gold-spotted tail that led to a fluffed, white tail tip jerked his head for Shadowface and Killfur to proceed. His eyes matched Shadowface's; a shuddering, soul-less coal black into slits. It made Black-kits fur stand on its ends as he glared straight into her eyes and left with the rest of DeathClan. Black-kits legs started to feel wobbly, as she fell to the ground she began to wail. What had they done to Badgerface?! He was once a well-loved warrior--her mentor she loved so much. Dragonkit leaped down from the Highrock and nuzzled her. "Everything will be okay," he purred. "NO!!" Her stomach lurched as she pulled away from him. "It will NEVER be okay! I've watched my mother die, my brother has Disa--" she gasped and her mint green eyes widened in horror. "Wha--" Dragonkit froze as he saw what she was seeing. Southpaw's body laid untouched...motionless. His pelt was dusty and had many paw prints on it. "Was he t-trampled?" Dragonkit gulped. "THAT'S IT!!!" Black-kit cried and began to charge away. "BLACK-KIT!!" Dragonkit wailed. But Black-kit kept running. She wanted to get away from this place. Get away from death. Erase the memories of her dead Clan...and dead kin. She kept running and dodged every body that laid in her path, her eyes squeezed shut so she didn't have to see all who had moved on to StarClan. ShadowClan was a wasteland--nothing. She had to move on, even if it meant leaving her new family of Carnationglint and Dragonkit with his siblings behind. Now it was her time to live her life. Away from the clans; knowing she would not be welcomed anywhere else.
StarClan is Calling
Many moons passed and Black-kit continued to live on her own. Having little hunting experience, it was harder trying to catch prey. She padded along-side a white fence that separated the Twoleg Place from the forest. She loved the beautiful scent of the white roses that the Twolegs planted along the inside of the fence, but Black-kit's senses were strong enough to surpass the barricade of the fence. She knew she could no longer earn her apprentice nor her warrior name, so she decided it was time to change her name. As she began to think about different names, a crashing sound came from above. Dark clouds swirled above her head and lighting illuminated the forest. Black-kit panicked and ran for cover under a tree. There was no clan-scent where she was, and she ducked to fall asleep. Just as she got comfortable, rain blasted through the forest and a crackling sound perked her ears. Her mint green eyes widened as a branch held on to the tree above her by a thread...then it came tumbling down. Before she could react, the branch's weight was crushing her and made her black out. Later, a wet nose nudged her awake to see a beautiful young amber tabby she-cat staring at her with big eyes; one green and one brown. Her sandy stripes glistened in the broad sunlight and sent a sleek vibration down her back. Her white chest extended and heavily exhaled. Was she relieved? Black-kit solemnly opened her eyes and got a clearer picture. "Oh my StarClan! You're alive!" the tabby she-cat sighed and stepped back. "Uhh...who are you?" the black she-cat meowed weakly. "Oh, I'm sorry! My name is Amberpaw!" she said in a friendly purr. Black-kit sniffed her casually. "You smell...different." Black-kit meowed. "Yeah, I'm from a clan. RiverClan." She semi-boasted. A sharp pain pulsed through her body as she recaptured strange images. She saw herself trotting along side a a tom who looked very similar to her; black pelt with ginger flecks on his back. They overlooked a beautiful, silvery stream as cats from the other side lapping up the water and clawing at it in a fatal attempt to catch fish. Black-kit shook her head and kept her eyes fixed on Amberpaw. "Well in the clans, I'm an apprentice. But at moonhigh, I'm going to become a true warrior!" Amberpaw squealed with joy. Warrior? Black-kit thought hard. What was this crazy cat talking about? Another pulsing pain surged through her body as images of moonhigh settled in her mind and crowds of cat chanting some cat's name. "Northstep! Northstep..." Black-kit shook her head again and stared at her dirt-stained white paws. "Um...are you okay?" Amberpaw interrupted her thoughts. "Yeah," Black-kit hesitated. "Well you don't strike me as a kittypet; why don't you come back with me to my clan? Maybe Dawnstar can work things out!" Amberpaw mewed and turned her back to her. "Oh my StarClan, how rude of me! What's your name?" "I-I d-don't know," Black-kit struggled. "Well our names are chosen by mostly our birth appearance. Lemme get a look at you, loner." Amberpaw paced around her while Black-kit sat awkwardly. "Oh, wow!" She paused. "What?" "That marking...it looks like a rose!" Amberpaw stared at her left thigh. "I guess," Black-kit meowed uneasily. "For now, I'll call you--Rosie!" she meowed happily. "Now c'mon, Dawnstar would be happy to meet you." She began to pad away toward the forest. Rosie got up and followed closely behind. The bushes around them started to rustle. A furious yowl sounded and the next thing she knew, Rosie was pinned under a heavy-breathing, blue-gray tom. Rosie hissed and tucked her legs under him. She sprang them up and knocked the tom a few mouse-lengths away. The tom yowled again before rushing in for another attack. "WATERFOOT!" Amberpaw growled. The tom stopped and perked his ears. "A-Amberpaw! Get back! She's an intruder," the tom's ice blue eyes locked on Rosie's. "I let her come! We must see Dawnstar," Amberpaw meowed sternly. "Come now, Rosie. This is my mentor, Waterfoot. Waterfoot, this is Rosie; a loner I found pinned under a branch while we were hunting." Amberpaw introduced them. Waterfoot ducked his head in apology. "I'm sorry. The pleasure's mine." "Yeah..." Rosie meowed nervously. She couldn't help but getting lost in his beautiful ice blue eyes; like two crystal pools. "Let's get moving, I bet your ceremony will begin shortly!" Waterfoot urged them to move ahead. "Gotcha!" Amberpaw purred and started picking up speed. Rosie followed and was soon side-by-side with her. "Wow," Amberpaw huffed. "You're a fast loner!" They soon crashed through more bushes and skidded into a clearing. "Wow..." Rosie mewed. "Pretty cool, huh?" Amberpaw boasted and trotted toward a what looked like a smaller stone cave. A few cats trotted past here; not even acknowledging her. A long-haired, dark brown tom stopped just as his pelt brushed Rosie's. She sniffed at her rudely. "You are not of clan scent...INTRUDER!!" He growled and the fur on his back stood like needles. "Easy, Damp-paw," Amberpaw came to Rosie's rescue. "She's a loner. I found her being crushed by a tree. Cut her some slack." "I'm sorry, Amberpaw." The tom rubbed his head into Amberpaw's neck. "I'm Damp-paw. Sorry for the confusion; I need to be the best I can be 'cause we're becoming warriors--together." The dark tom purred. "I'm Rosie," she seemed calm after an attempt by some cat to kill her. "We need to get moving!" Amberpaw meowed to Rosie and headed back over to the cave. "See ya around, loner." Damp-paw sneered as brushed his fluffy, all-black tail against Amberpaw's flank as she passed; his hazel eyes shone with affection. They're obviously going to be mates, Rosie purred with amusement before turning to follow her RiverClan friend. "Dawnstar!" Amberpaw huffed. "Come in," a young she-cats voice beckoned them in. "This is Rosie, a loner. She doesn't know where she belongs, so may she stay in RiverClan?" the amber she-cat purred. "I must see what StarClan thinks of letting one who doesn't know the ways of Clan life into my clan. Clan meeting tomorrow," the cat turned her head and two light brown eyes shone through the shadows. She stepped more into the light, and revealed her appearance. She was beautiful--sleek and slender frame, dark ginger pelt with red-brown stripes, and paws, tail-tip, and chest to underbelly. "Rosie, is it?" The RiverClan leader meowed. She slinked around Rosie, who was sitting patiently. A sharp pain shot through her hind leg. "ACK!!" Rosie suddenly yowled. "What is it?!" Amberpaw panicked. "Bring her to Scarface, that branch could've done more than just bruised her!" Dawnstar warned as Amberpaw allowed Rosie to lean on her striped flank as she led them out into the open. "DAMP-PAW!" Amberpaw yowled for her future-mate as she struggled to keep Rosie on her paws. A streak of brown dashed across the clearing and leaned up against Rosie's flecked flank. "She needs to get to Scarface's!" Amberpaw pleaded. "I'm on it, stay here." Damp-paw commanded and quickly padded with Rosie to another stone den. This one was different: It was more curved and had leaves stuck to it by mud. "Scarface!" Damp-paw yowled into the cave. "Pain..."
Rosie whimpered. Out from the deep shadows of the cave came a very deep brown, muscular tabby-tom with black stripes racing around his body. His yellow eyes gleamed as he approached them, green pupils locked on Rosie. A bright red scar slashed down his right eye. "She smells like a loner," the tom growled. "Amberpaw found her crushed by a tree. She thinks her leg is possibly broken!" Damp-paw explained and let Rosie gently down. "Come, loner. Rest on some fresh moss while I gather some herbs for you." The tom's tone nice and mellow. Rosie limped inside; freeing herself from the support of Damp-paw and finally plopping down on the spongy nest. "Allbypaw, I need some comfrey and poppy seeds for the pain!" The dark tom called to a smaller cat. It was a small white she-cat with smokey-gray paws, ear-tips, and tail-tip. Her amber eyes shone with determination as she climbed up and knocked some leaves and seeds down from a wood shelf. "What is your name, young one?" Scarface meowed as he felt Rosie's hind leg for the damage. "Rosie," she responded weakly. "So, Rosie, why do you stray from being a clan cat?" He pressed his paws in the mid section of her leg. "ACK!! There!" Rosie yelped in agony and laid still, trying not to flinch. "Here's the comfrey and poppy seeds." Allbypaw dropped the herbs at Scarface's paws and dashed off deeper in the cave. "The pain will subside and you'll feel very tired. It's perfectly normal, so get as much rest as you need. Being on your own must be hard, young one." Scarface meowed softly in Rosie's black ear as her eyelids felt heavy on her. She eventually gave in and fell asleep.
Rosie felt herself running with no hassle. Her hind leg was fully healed, and Silverpelt shined beautifully above her head. The stars reflected in her mint green eyes as she gained speed and stopped at a pool. The stars caressed the water as mist rose from it. "Rosie..." a faint voice coaxed her. The sweet she-cat's voice drew her closer to the pool. Her nose was a little above the crystal depths, and a face reflected back at her. Something was different...she didn't see exactly herself! This cat was midnight black, and turquoise eye stared back at her. "Rosie," the she-cat in the water wailed. Rosie's eyes widened as her pink nose touched the water slightly, and the she-cat's face rippled away to reveal her own reflection. But only half her face shown; the other blending in with the indigo water. the ripple quickly rushed back and the other she-cat's face filled the other half of her own face. "We are one..." the unknown cat spoke, her familiar voice running a chill down Rosie's spine. "Remember me..." the black she-cat said before disappearing. A sudden blackness overcome her vision, and she was at a completely different place. "You're here!" A she-cat's voice sounded overjoyed. It was the she-cat from the pool! "Who are you?" Rosie meowed impatiently. "You don't recognize your own mother?" The she-cat taunted. A jolt of pain surged through Rosie's body. She saw more images of this she-cat's dead body at her paws; the warmth of her belly and milky scent; the war she bravely fought; the omen of the battle that led ShadowClan to its ultimate defeat... "STARWING!" Rosie pushed her muzzle against the black she-cat's. "My daughter, how you've grown," Starwing purred. "Who is there?" A tom's voice interrupted their reunion. More images filled Rosie's dream head as a silver-pelted tom gave announcements from on top of a rock higher that the rest; his battle skills running off enemies; his body dead near Starwing's... "Wolfstar?" Rosie took a paw step toward the muscular, silver top-coated tom. He nodded. "You have...died?" Wolf star's green gaze full of sorrow. "No..I am--dreaming?" Rosie scuffed her paws in the dirt. Was she dead? Was she dreaming? StarClan knows...STARCLAN! "Why am I in StarClan?" Rosie panicked. "You are a remarkable cat, Black-kit," pride shone in Wolf star's eyes. "You can enter StarClan in your dreams; usually only leaders and medicine cats can do that!" "Leaders? Medicine cats? Who's Black-kit?!" Rosie seemed ultimately confused. "That branch that has fallen on you have knocked your memory; you don't remember being a ShadowClan cat, do you?" Starwing meowed. "No," Rosie hung her head in shame. "I shall give you your memory back, if you promise to return to your clan." Wolfstar explained. Rosie nodded. Now she knew what she must do. "And Black-kit," Rosie turned her head over her shoulder as Wolfstar went on. "The rose has blossomed in the shadows...but does one rose only last so long..." his words ghostly as the image of Star Clan's camp started to fade with Wolf star's words of warning.
Judgment Day
Rosie woke up to an alarming siren of yowls. She steadily rose to her paws and crept closer to the medicine den's exit. "We must decide if she goes or stays," Dawnstar announced from a large rock that towered over the RiverClan cats. "GOES!!" "LET A LONER BE A LONER!!" The cats yowled out thier opinions. They must be talking about me, Rosie thought disdainfully as she padded out to be nealr blinded by the sun shining above her head. She carefully padded to the back of the crowd and yowled. All of their heads turned to face her; along with Dawnstar's. Nervous murmurs swept through the gathered cats as Rosie cleared her throat to speak. "Cats of RiverClan!" Rosie began. "I come here a loner who has struggled to keep myself alive. I was lucky enough to make it through the night under the care of your beloved medicine cat, Scarface." She padded down a lane the cats separated in two rows leading to the rock Dawnstar sat upon. "I understand if you don't want me or think I'm useless to your Clan..." Rosie paused in front of the rock. Dawnstar flicked her tail; coaxing Rosie to join her on the rock. Rosie leaped up each stepping stone to the top and sat beside the RiverClan leader. "In my dreams, I have entered StarClan." Rosie paused as the crowd gasped. "They have told me they would give me back my memory if I serve my Clan--" "See? We NEED her!" Amberpaw interrupted her. "No, my friend. You see, I have seen much tragety in my life: my mother dying in my brother's paws; my leader dying beside her. The war killed off most of ShaodwClan. I have seen it all. I was told by my leader Wolfstar in StarClan that I belong not along the borders of Twolegplace and the forest, but in ShadowClan." More gasps filled the once-silent air. "SO GO BACK HOME!!" A rude yowl rose from a tom somewhere in the crowd. "I shall, but I fear I won't be welcome. I wish the company of escorts--and I shall be gone forever." Rosie finished and turned to Dawnstar for support. "I do know that story...Wolfstar is greatly missed." The dark ginger tabby leader meowed in sorrow. "Cats of RiverClan. Before your eyes, you see a brave cat. One to be remembered, and UN-TOUCHED in battle!" Dawnstar yowled. "WHAT?!" Angry hissed came from several cats. Others cheered in agreement. "I, Dawnstar, shall take Rosie back to ShadowClan." Dawnstar leaped down from the Highrock and flicked her white-tipped tail for Rosie to follow. They padded silently down the open path to RiverClan's borders. "My leader, you will not leave without my protection beside you," a pale gray tom with light green eyes meowed sternly. "Very well, Smokeclaw." Dawnstar nodded and nudged Rosie's flank with her nose to proceed. "And me!" Amberpaw leaped out from the crowd. "And I," Waterfoot smiled at Rosie, making her face feel hot. "No more volenteers, please." Dawnstar meowed sourly at her clan before turing to continue past the bushes with her escort patrol. Amberpaw walked beside Rosie, and Waterfoot leaned on her other flank in case her hind leg gave out on her again. Dawnstar and Smokeclaw led them as they walked through a stream without hesitation. Rosie pushed her head into Waterfoot's neck as the cold blast of the stream's current made her balance uneasy. They safetly got across, and padded into shady territory. "We have arrived, Rosie." Dawnstar hesitated to take another step forward. Bushes around them rustled and angry hissed sounded around them. "RiverClan!" A red-brown tom growled. "Sheath your claws! We must speak with your leader!" Dawnstar commanded. "What business do you have with us?!" A blue-gray tom with a gray stripe going up his muzzle challenged. "Just get your leader, mouse-brain!" Smokeclaw growled. "Charrpelt, Navypool, step aside." A light and dark brown meowed calmly and pushed past them. His jaw seemed odd; sharper like a bird's beak. "I am Daggerjaw; deputy of ShadowClan." He spoke. "I am Dawnstar; leader of RiverClan. This is my deputy Smokeclaw; one of my finest warriors Waterfoot and his apprentice Amberpaw; and Rosie, a loner who says she is part of your Clan." Dawnstar explained. "A loner? Part of ShadowClan? What do you think we are--mouse-brained?" Daggerjaw scowled. "Oh my StarClan, GET YOUR LEADER!!" Amberpaw snapped. Daggerjaw narrowed his navy blue eyes at her and turned tail. "Follow me," he growled with Charrpelt and Navypool by his side. Dawnstar and Smokeclaw led Waterfoot, Amberpaw and Rosie as they entered ShadowClan territory. Angry hisses and murmurs of other ShadowClan cats filled the air with uncertainty as Dawnstar padded by; head held high and eyes closed. Daggerjaw stopped at a den made of sticks, mud, and vines. "Northstar!" The ShadowClan deputy called into the hollow den. "What 'tis it?" A grumpy voice growled. "Dawnstar of RiverClan seeks your guidance, along with some others following her." Daggerjaw answered and stepped aside. "Well? ENTER!" The tom's voice snapped. Dawnstar seemed a little tempered as she entered fisrt, head high. Smokeclaw followed right behind her, then Amberpaw, Rosie, and finally Waterfoot. They all sat behind Dawnstar as she padded closer to a figure laying on a pile of moss. "Speak," he growled. "Northstar," Dawnstar dipped her head respectfully and continued. "Our Clan has stumbled upon a loner caught under a tree along Thunderpath. She had memory loss, but regained enough to fully explain to RiverClan that she is a ShadowClan cat." "My clan?!" Northstar grumbled. He stepped into the light that shined through a hole in his den. His white pelt glistened with golden flecks sprinkled his back. His all-black paws sat with his all-black tail wrapped around them. "You are a loner!" Fury lit his amber eyes. "Wait...Northstep?!" Rosie stepped forward and sniffed the ShadowClan leader. "Do I know you?" Northstar raised his paw for her to back off. "Northstep!! It's me, um...Black-kit!" Rosie mewed with half-joy. She knew how conceided her cousin was, but she knew it was him. Her memory was returning! "Black-kit?! You're too big to be a kit, she-cat!" Northstar meowed.
Birth
mother- Starwing [beautiful black she-cat with white flecks down her back and turquoise eyes]
father- rumored to be Wolfstar [muscular silver top-coated tom with white under-coat and green eyes]
siblings- Southpointe
other kin- Northstep (cousin) [white tom with gold flecks on his back, all black tail and paws and navy blue eyes]
mentor- once Badgerface (Shadowface)-
lover- Waterfoot (of RiverClan)- [handsome, muscular blue-gray tom with ice blue eyes]
and Dragon frost (Dragonpaw)- [dark-ginger top-coated tabby-tom with light-brown stripes all over body, white tail-tip chest to under-coat, and hazel eyes]
Dreams
Hopes to rise to the greatest honor of her clan, and hopes to be looked as a true warrior at heart...not some outsider.
Other.
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C:\Users\munch09\Documents\My Scans\scan0012.jog (copy and paste this to a new tab in address box :3)
Codeword
No Smile Literate La Bold Talk
Author's note
glad to join again :D sorry I've been gone, this is the old Blackrose9994 but you deleted my old account which is cool so i created this one :3
