Shadowflame (Prophecy Warrior)

[Momo]

Name: Shadowflame
Age: 23 Moons
Gender: Male
Clan: Windclan
Rank: Warrior
Personality:

Shadowflame has a nasty temper. It does not take much to set him off the deep end. He tends to lash out at the kits for their whinning and misbehavior. He scolds them and tells them to grow up and learn to be better warriors. He likes to be left alone a lot of the time as he can't take most of the cat's talk about him. Not that he cares what they say about him and his attitude issues, he would just rather listen to his own breathing then their whinning and complaints.

As to a soft side of this beast, he really has none. There is no she-cat that has caught his fancy or can match his attitude. Nothing really can tame this cat, but as bad as his attitude is, he has yet to be tossed from the clan. He hasn't done anything bad enough to be tossed out, at least not that they know of.

Description:

Shadowflame is a rather large looking tom. He's well built, strong, and fast. His pelt is a beautiful russet color with black stripes. His chest, cheeks, and around his nose is white. He has a darker pink nose and reddish brown menacing eyes. He takes great pride in his goregeous coat and really hates it when the kits or any other cat messes with it.

Clan Page Description:

Shadowflame; A black and russet tom with reddish brown eyes

History:

Shadowflame was not clan born. He was born outside of the clan to a loner and a kittypet. He was one of two to survive the litter of kits as he killed his mother along the way. The first born before him survived but the kit was weak. His mother was a useless kittypet anyways. His father roughed him up a lot after that because he loved his mother dearly. He was left alone with his older brother after that to fend for themselves. He ended up leaving his brother there to fend for himself, as he had to do. He figured he was being rather nice as he didn't kill him, himself. He grew up on his own for a long time. He didn't have the need for anyone to look after him. He tended to get into fights wherever he went and that was just fine by him.

The turning point in his life was when he ran into one of the cats from a clan. He didn't snap at her for some reason, instead the she-cat took interest in him. As her patrol mates caught up to her they dismissed him, but she wanted him to join the clan. Having nothing better to do in his life he followed the lot of them and soon became part of Windclan.

The days grew longer and he steadily started to dispise clan life, he would rather have stayed outside the clans on his own. But it didn't matter as he stayed for a bit longer after he caught wind of something along one of his patrol's with a few other cats.

Along the border to Thunderclan's territory he caught a very familiar scent that brought back memories. The scent of his older brother. Anger flared up within him and he had the great urge to cross the border to find him, and kill him like he should have way back when. For days after that he spent his time stalking the border lines to try and catch a glimpse of him, he was sure he would catch him one time or another.

A few weeks later his stalking paid off. He spotted a familiar looking small tom cat with a few other toms around him. They were marking the borders and talking about something in loud voices. Shadowflame listened in, it sounded as if his brother had a mate, but better than that he would have kits very shortly. This pleased Shadowflame to no extent. His plan had been set, in a few weeks or so he would sneak into the Thunderclan territory and kill the kits of his brother and his mate. He would get away with it too.

The day came when he heard his brother once more on patrol and he knew it was time to act. He picked the perfect time of day and slipped into the territory unnoticed. The queen was sleeping when he made it there and no one else was around. He made off with the kits, too young to fight back. Once he killed the lot he left the remains by a small river and doused them. He knew the area would stink of Windclan but he didn't care. He washed off his face that was bleached blood red and made his way back to the territory.

It has been more than a few months since then, and he has indeed gotten away with his horrible crime that no one knows about.

His picture is acurate except his eyes are darker reddish brown (It was the closest one I could find ^.^)
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