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agHg a week of no uploads and my internet is finally allowing me to upload something ;;V;

Anywho, this is a tryout for KittycatRolePlayer for The-Growing-Forces !! Honestly even if he doesn't get picked as leader I'm still usin' him for a warrior; I love him too much to throw him to the side <33

Bio @/SailorOshy and @/KittycatRoleplayer
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|| ✦ ... Identification ... ✦ ||

Name: Shadowstar
                               Former Name(s): Smokekit, Smokepaw, Smoketooth, Smokestar
                               Future Name(s): N/A
Name Meaning: For his black fur and markings, as well as his dark intentions when he renamed himself
Nicknames: Panther, Jaguar, Shadow

Age: 40 moons
Birth season: Leaf-fall

Sex: Male ♂
Gender: Male ♂
Pronouns: He/Him

Clan: Forest Walkers
Rank: Leader

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|| ✦ ... Physical Exterior ... ✦ ||

Breed: Bombay + Norwegian Forest Cat + American Curl + Bengal
Pelt Length: Medium, not long but not short either; he has long fur on his underside
Pelt Texture: Coarse and straight, curled on his underside
Body Structure: Muscular, somewhat lean
Any Handicaps? No
Scent: Pinecones, smoke, rain water
Voice: Rough and somewhat deep, it seems to grumble in his through like a growl
Fertility: 65%
Musculature: 75%
Height: 14 in
Gait: Head held straight up and shoulders back; long, slow, and confident steps

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|| ✦ ... Education and Combat ... ✦ ||

Current Mentor: None
Mentor's Rank: None
Past Mentor(s): Whitebreeze, Leopardclaw

Strengths: Night, foliage, closed-off spaces, single battles
Weaknesses: Daytime, open spaces and environments, partner battles

Current Apprentice: None
Past Apprentice(s): Mousetail (Mousepaw)

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|| ✦ ... Attraction ... ✦ ||

Current Mate; None
Past Mate(s); None

Current Attraction(s); None
Past Attraction(s); None

Looking For:
Fling [ x ]
Relationship [ x ]
Commitment [ x ]
Unsure          [ ✔ ]

Sexual Orientation; Heterosexual
Likes; Interesting patterns, splotches, green eyes, long fur, smaller than him
Dislikes; Stripes on their own, yellow or blue eyes, short fur, taller than him
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|| ✦ ... Stats... ✦ ||

Battle experience; 80/100
Hunting; 55/100
Swimming; 40/100
Smell; 60/100
Stamina; 70/100
Speed; 50/100
Herb knowledge; 3/100
Spirituality; 80/100

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|| ✦ ... Attitude ... ✦ ||

Positive:
+Devoted/Determined - Never doubt how far Shadowstar is willing to go if he's put his mind to something. No matter the situation, whether it be staying close to a mate if he were to have one, or trying to keep control of an argument, he's always there to keep things the way he thinks it should be. He's not the kind to give up if things get hard. If fact, it just pushes him to work harder.
+Tactful/Clever - Shadowstar is never at a loss of what to say, and most of the time, it comes out just the way he wants. Always aware of social and cues around him, the tom isn't likely to slip up when talking. Now, when it comes to the emotional side of things, that's a different story...
Controlled/Careful - Whether it be issuing a punishment, or fighting verbally or physically, Shadowstar knows how far to take it, and when to stop. He won't stop fighting because he thinks he'll lose or he's showing sympathy, no; he knows that there will be a better time in the future to strike again. However, this does aid in the few relationships he has, in that he won't often start yelling at his fellow cats for meaningless reasons.

Neutral:
Cold/Calculating - This tom is quite desensitizes to emotions and feelings, even if he has them himself. He's learned to not let his show, and to ignore the feelings of others around him. He was always a sympathetic kit growing up, and he still fights those feelings to this day, hence why he needs to ignore it all. He'll process the words the other is saying, but not the way they are saying it.
Intelligent/Sly - Going hand-in-hand with his controlled side, he is able to think things out without thinking too hard. He knows his way around other's emotions, and is great at planning out battles.

Negative:
-Brutal/Aggressive - You most certainly don't want to get on Shadowstar's bad side. When he fights, he fights mean. There's no sense of a warrior code binding him, but he uses his own moral code to dish out punishments and rules. He knows exactly how much a cat can take before it dies or bleeds out, and has left cats at the brink of death one too many times.
-Manipulative/Cunning - What's worse than his attacks are his words. He knows how to tug on the emotions of cats around him, and will sometimes leave them in terror after a while of talking with them. He prefers to avoid doing this, however, as cat under serious stress tend to snap and break, and he doesn't want to go around with a bunch of paranoid cats on his tail.
-Vengeful/Unforgiving - Oh boy, looks live you've gone and went on his bad side, eh? Well, good luck ever working things out. When someone has done Shadowstar wrong, he'll do whatever it takes to inflict the same amount of pain back on you, and if you're not as fortunate as the rest, even more. And don't even try to ask for forgiveness or tell him that you were wrong. He won't listen.

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|| ✦ ... History ... ✦ ||

Kithood- In the beginning, things seemed normal for small Smokekit. He was born into a litter of three by the young couple by the names of Hazeleap and Falconflight. He took after his father looks-wise and after his mother in his personality. He was a bubbly kit, always the first to speak up or recommend a game to play. It was cute site to see, a coal-black ball of fluff dashing away, followed by two other fluffballs soon after. Ever since he could grasp the basic knowledge of clan life, little Smokekit dreamed of being a leader, and the best one at that! Merely two moons after his first trip out of the nursery, he longed to be leader like Ridgestar.

Smokekit was born long after the hurricane destroyed the lives of kittypets and loners alike, causing them all to join together into Ridgeclan. Ridgestar was already gone, and the current leader was old and frail. His parents were of direct kittypet lineage, but to him, they were just clan cats like everyone else. Of course, he knew that everyone in that clan had kittypet, rouge, and loner blood in them, but he didn't care about that at all.

However, this brief period of kithood was one of the only peaceful times Smokekit had growing up, as the worst of his life was yet to come...

Adolescence- Time couldn't go fast enough until he was given the name of Smokepaw and assigned to Whitebreeze for training. Right away, Smokepaw didn't like his mentor. All his siblings got strong and tough warriors, and he got the one she-cat who just happened to have her head stuck in dreamland for most of the day. The clan had hoped an apprentice would help her concentrate more, but that just wasn't the case. He started trying to train on his own at nights, hoping that he wouldn't be stopped mid-apprenticeship because he wasn't getting enough training. All this did was succeed in making him more tired than ever before. Their leader soon noticed this and had a small talk with Whitebreeze. She admitted that she just wasn't cut out for being a mentor, and whole-heartedly stepped down. This left Smokepaw reeling, as days went by where he didn't have a mentor and was thrown between cat to cat. Soon enough, another she-cat stood up to take his previous mentor's place, her name being Leopardclaw. The she-cat proved to be more of his type, as she was quick and attentive, always ready to assist Smokepaw when needed. However, there was a twist. The she-cat was highly manipulative, even of her own apprentice.

Smokepaw was always a kind-hearted cat, sympathy showing clear in his eyes. But Leopardclaw abused this side of him, and made him feel he was at fault for having to switch mentors, and it was his fault he wasn't learning quick enough. Small, jabbing remarks became so common that his personality started to deteriorate. His kind-heartedness was failing, and his sympathy slowly chipping away. He started learning how she talked, how she did what she did. He started to turn the tables, started making comments back to her. It drove her crazy.

By now, it was clear that Smokepaw was much larger than most apprentices, and was almost as tall as Leopardclaw halfway into his apprenticeship. He soaked the feeling in. No longer was he kind-hearted, and only a glimmer of sympathy shone in his eyes. His mentor's words and manipulation tactics had tainted him, and continued to spread. It wasn't long until his warrior assessment came that he showed how much harm she had caused him. His job was to track his mentor down after she'd gone to the other side of the territory, all the while she did her best to cover her scent. After waiting the time he was told, Smokepaw set off after her, his intentions clear. It took longer than he wanted to find her, but it was soon clear where she was hiding. Just his luck that her back was turned to him, and he was downwind of her. Crouching low, he pounced on her, digging his claws into her back to show her that he found her. He tilted his head closer to her ear, and let out a single soft whisper. Moons of watching and studying her lead to this one phrase... "I know what you did."

Smokepaw figured out why she was the was she was. He'd worked that his mentor had done something in her life that she regretted, something she kept a secret from everyone else. And true to his phrase, he knew she did something, and that something wasn't pretty.

Adulthood- Smokepaw was given the name of Smoketooth soon after, Leopardclaw quickly agreeing that he was ready. Ever since that moment she'd been jumpy around him, and her eyes filled with dread, as if she was afraid that he had told anyone. He hadn't though. It was his tainted mind that enjoyed the bit of information above her, taunting her. He planned on never telling anyone, if she wanted it she'd have to say it herself. Despite the cold and manipulative side that he grew into, he was also a well-spoken and strong warrior, a valuable asset to any battle or argument, and a confident mentor to a young she-cat named Mousepaw. No one could deny that, even his ex-mentor. Clan life continued as normal for him, all the while he sharpened his skills, the tainting she'd started so long ago now fully spread throughout every part of his heart and mind. His ideals and thoughts were different from those of his fellow clanmates, and he strove to show them his ways. This opportunity came true, and he got his wish that he had dreamt so long ago, albeit for different reasons...
   Deputy- Smoketooth was soon named as deputy after the previous one died from a badger attack. The coal-black tom felt more excitement than sorrow over the death of the old deputy. After all, Smoke's opinion of him wasn't exactly a good one, either. He knew it wouldn't be long until he was given the title of leader, as their current one was on the brink of his last life, or so he guessed. Smoketooth quickly learned the ropes of being deputy, but others began to worry about him becoming leader. No matter how charismatic the tom was, the darkness in his heart was clear from the moment he stepped forward and took his spot as deputy. Cats had already begun to spread rumors about dark times ahead, but Smoketooth ignored it all.
   Leader- Finally, the day came. Old Seedstar passed from old age, and Smoketooth was now rightful leader of Ridgeclan. Years of peace and prosperity, success and happiness about to be crumbled by a single tom. His nine lives ceremony was invigorating, all he had worked up to were in those moments, and he couldn't have been happier. He started his rule with such manipulative and cold nature that cats immediately despised him. Leopardclaw vanished one day, and Smokestar guessed that she couldn't handle him being leader. Go figure. The one mentor he thought the strongest crumbled down in weakness. He pulled and controlled cat's emotions, setting everyone on edge. He loved it, being feared. Being loved never felt like this. But, when he thought he had a good grip on his clan and a moon had passed was when his downfall came.

It was the middle of the night. Murmurs came from outside his den, and they sounded angry. One called out; it was his mother. "Smokestar, come out." Smokestar did, and what he saw infuriated him. All around him were cats, trapping him in a semi-circle around his den. Their voices rang out, all yowling at him. His cruel leadership, his darkened heart, his wrong ideals. It wasn't until a cat, soon to be known as Cariboustar, came forward that his whole leadership came to a crumble. Within an instant, the he was leading the rest of Ridgeclan against him. It was an exiling. Smokestar didn't fight back, rage building in his heart. A cold vengeance, something far more threating than just a flash of anger or rage. He walked out, his head held high as he met the gaze of every cat in the clan. He flashed through his intentions for every single cat in that clan, even his own parents. His father's gaze filled with hatred, his mother's utter heartbreak, his siblings' of betrayal and confusion. None of them stood up for him growing up, and they each had what was coming for them. Head still hung high, he walked out of the camp and out of the territory into the night....

Weeks had passed, and Smokestar was still well aware that he had his nine lives. He knew clan rituals well, and knew full well that until he was dead that no other Ridgeclan leader would be able to receive their livers, either. That satisfied him, even if he was at a stand-still. The tom's blood still coursed with vengeance and hatred, and he planned on doing something, but he wasn't sure quite what. What could bring a clan to its knees? What would break a clan? Those thoughts continued to haunt him, until one fateful night when he met the first cat he'd seen since he was exiled. This cat was a fellow tom, older and adorned with battle scars. He said his name was Toby, and he lived around those parts. The loner asked Smokestar's name, and the ex-leader paused...Time seemed to slow down. He wasn't leader of Ridgeclan anymore, and his past life was gone. He wasn't Hazeleap and Falconflight's son, he was something else. An outcast. When they exiled him, they killed the part of him that had any tie with clan life. It was time to make a name for himself, make a name that would never be forgotten. Trees would turn to dust and cats would be no more before he was forgotten! He took a breath, answering the old battle-scarred cat. "Shadowstar," His dual-colored eyes flamed in the night. "Call me Shadowstar." He would stalk the night, become the bane of any Ridgeclan cat's existence, hide in their shadows until the time was right.

It was then he knew full well what he'd made of his life. A hurricane didn't brink the clan down, so nothing like that ever would. He'd heard tales of far away clans being torn apart from rivals clans, and that's exactly what he would do. He'd build his own group of cats. The self-proclaimed Shadowstar was bent on tearing apart his once clan, and was certain that there were other cats out there that were against Ridgeclan. It wasn't long after that he started recruiting cats. Come to find out, lots of loners and rogues liked the idea of a "clan" to tear down Ridgeclan. However, he knew full well that there were going to be cats that would rebel against him when they found out what he was like, but they'd be dealt with in due time. Most wouldn't be a problem, and some would probably even share his same beliefs. Who knew? As long as he could bring the downfall of his once-clan and exact revenge, all would sit well. He never got visions from Starclan, and when he did, they were warnings to turn back. He got visits from cats in the Dark Forest, and they agreed with him whole-heartedly.

Shadowstar soon built a large enough group to call a makeshift clan, and didn't want it to have any of the same names, customs, or rituals as the other clan. Of course, there'd be warriors and medicine cats, but they'd go by a different name. He wasn't sure how leaders after him, if that was to be, would get their nine lives. But, the Dark Forest must have some similar power, right? The dark tom sat in silence, the small and bubbly kit he once was completely shattered, no part of him left. In his place was a tainted, darkened cat, bent on the place he once loved with all his heart.

He was Shadowstar, leader of the Forest Walkers.

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|| ✦ ... Relations ... ✦ ||

Bullet Guide
ll Slight attraction
ll Attraction
ll Infatuation
ll Lust

ll Like
ll Respected
ll Greatly respected
ll Idolizes

ll Slight Curiosity
ll Major Curiosity
ll Interested In

ll Unease
ll Disgust
ll Aversion

ll Slight crush
ll Crush
ll Major Crush
ll Love

ll Friend
ll Good friend
ll Close friend

ll Wants to get to know them
ll Misses
ll Can't bear without

ll Platonic Like
ll Like Family
ll Joint at the hip

ll Slight suspicion
ll Major suspicion
ll Distrust

ll Annoyed by
ll Dislike
ll Hate
ll Despises

ll Shy
ll Nervous
ll Discomfort

ll Missing/Status Unknown
ll Dead
ll Mate
ll Family
ll Fling / Ex-mate / Donor

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|| ✦ ... Trivia ... ✦ ||

Nine Lives: Currently has all nine left

Favourites:
Prey; Bluebird
                          Scent; Nursery scent
Color; Orange-yellow
Activity; Climbing
                          Season; Leaf-fall

Random tidbits:
   -Some say that Shadowstar's eye colors reflect both his burning desire for revenge, and his cold nature
   -He has a "weakness" for bird feathers, he's very fascinated by them
   -Though his fur is coarse and looks scraggly, Shadowstar likes to keep himself as neat as he can. His fur is just naturally messy-looking.

Fears: Betrayal, giving in to his inner sympathy, water, death
Aspirations: Breaking Ridgeclan, solidifying his name in history, living a long life
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Description
agHg a week of no uploads and my internet is finally allowing me to upload something ;;V;

Anywho, this is a tryout for KittycatRolePlayer for The-Growing-Forces !! Honestly even if he doesn't get picked as leader I'm still usin' him for a warrior; I love him too much to throw him to the side <33

Bio @/SailorOshy and @/KittycatRoleplayer
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|| ✦ ... Identification ... ✦ ||

Name: Shadowstar
                               Former Name(s): Smokekit, Smokepaw, Smoketooth, Smokestar
                               Future Name(s): N/A
Name Meaning: For his black fur and markings, as well as his dark intentions when he renamed himself
Nicknames: Panther, Jaguar, Shadow

Age: 40 moons
Birth season: Leaf-fall

Sex: Male ♂
Gender: Male ♂
Pronouns: He/Him

Clan: Forest Walkers
Rank: Leader

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|| ✦ ... Physical Exterior ... ✦ ||

Breed: Bombay + Norwegian Forest Cat + American Curl + Bengal
Pelt Length: Medium, not long but not short either; he has long fur on his underside
Pelt Texture: Coarse and straight, curled on his underside
Body Structure: Muscular, somewhat lean
Any Handicaps? No
Scent: Pinecones, smoke, rain water
Voice: Rough and somewhat deep, it seems to grumble in his through like a growl
Fertility: 65%
Musculature: 75%
Height: 14 in
Gait: Head held straight up and shoulders back; long, slow, and confident steps

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|| ✦ ... Education and Combat ... ✦ ||

Current Mentor: None
Mentor's Rank: None
Past Mentor(s): Whitebreeze, Leopardclaw

Strengths: Night, foliage, closed-off spaces, single battles
Weaknesses: Daytime, open spaces and environments, partner battles

Current Apprentice: None
Past Apprentice(s): Mousetail (Mousepaw)

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|| ✦ ... Attraction ... ✦ ||

Current Mate; None
Past Mate(s); None

Current Attraction(s); None
Past Attraction(s); None

Looking For:
Fling [ x ]
Relationship [ x ]
Commitment [ x ]
Unsure          [ ✔ ]

Sexual Orientation; Heterosexual
Likes; Interesting patterns, splotches, green eyes, long fur, smaller than him
Dislikes; Stripes on their own, yellow or blue eyes, short fur, taller than him
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|| ✦ ... Stats... ✦ ||

Battle experience; 80/100
Hunting; 55/100
Swimming; 40/100
Smell; 60/100
Stamina; 70/100
Speed; 50/100
Herb knowledge; 3/100
Spirituality; 80/100

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|| ✦ ... Attitude ... ✦ ||

Positive:
+Devoted/Determined - Never doubt how far Shadowstar is willing to go if he's put his mind to something. No matter the situation, whether it be staying close to a mate if he were to have one, or trying to keep control of an argument, he's always there to keep things the way he thinks it should be. He's not the kind to give up if things get hard. If fact, it just pushes him to work harder.
+Tactful/Clever - Shadowstar is never at a loss of what to say, and most of the time, it comes out just the way he wants. Always aware of social and cues around him, the tom isn't likely to slip up when talking. Now, when it comes to the emotional side of things, that's a different story...
Controlled/Careful - Whether it be issuing a punishment, or fighting verbally or physically, Shadowstar knows how far to take it, and when to stop. He won't stop fighting because he thinks he'll lose or he's showing sympathy, no; he knows that there will be a better time in the future to strike again. However, this does aid in the few relationships he has, in that he won't often start yelling at his fellow cats for meaningless reasons.

Neutral:
Cold/Calculating - This tom is quite desensitizes to emotions and feelings, even if he has them himself. He's learned to not let his show, and to ignore the feelings of others around him. He was always a sympathetic kit growing up, and he still fights those feelings to this day, hence why he needs to ignore it all. He'll process the words the other is saying, but not the way they are saying it.
Intelligent/Sly - Going hand-in-hand with his controlled side, he is able to think things out without thinking too hard. He knows his way around other's emotions, and is great at planning out battles.

Negative:
-Brutal/Aggressive - You most certainly don't want to get on Shadowstar's bad side. When he fights, he fights mean. There's no sense of a warrior code binding him, but he uses his own moral code to dish out punishments and rules. He knows exactly how much a cat can take before it dies or bleeds out, and has left cats at the brink of death one too many times.
-Manipulative/Cunning - What's worse than his attacks are his words. He knows how to tug on the emotions of cats around him, and will sometimes leave them in terror after a while of talking with them. He prefers to avoid doing this, however, as cat under serious stress tend to snap and break, and he doesn't want to go around with a bunch of paranoid cats on his tail.
-Vengeful/Unforgiving - Oh boy, looks live you've gone and went on his bad side, eh? Well, good luck ever working things out. When someone has done Shadowstar wrong, he'll do whatever it takes to inflict the same amount of pain back on you, and if you're not as fortunate as the rest, even more. And don't even try to ask for forgiveness or tell him that you were wrong. He won't listen.

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|| ✦ ... History ... ✦ ||

Kithood- In the beginning, things seemed normal for small Smokekit. He was born into a litter of three by the young couple by the names of Hazeleap and Falconflight. He took after his father looks-wise and after his mother in his personality. He was a bubbly kit, always the first to speak up or recommend a game to play. It was cute site to see, a coal-black ball of fluff dashing away, followed by two other fluffballs soon after. Ever since he could grasp the basic knowledge of clan life, little Smokekit dreamed of being a leader, and the best one at that! Merely two moons after his first trip out of the nursery, he longed to be leader like Ridgestar.

Smokekit was born long after the hurricane destroyed the lives of kittypets and loners alike, causing them all to join together into Ridgeclan. Ridgestar was already gone, and the current leader was old and frail. His parents were of direct kittypet lineage, but to him, they were just clan cats like everyone else. Of course, he knew that everyone in that clan had kittypet, rouge, and loner blood in them, but he didn't care about that at all.

However, this brief period of kithood was one of the only peaceful times Smokekit had growing up, as the worst of his life was yet to come...

Adolescence- Time couldn't go fast enough until he was given the name of Smokepaw and assigned to Whitebreeze for training. Right away, Smokepaw didn't like his mentor. All his siblings got strong and tough warriors, and he got the one she-cat who just happened to have her head stuck in dreamland for most of the day. The clan had hoped an apprentice would help her concentrate more, but that just wasn't the case. He started trying to train on his own at nights, hoping that he wouldn't be stopped mid-apprenticeship because he wasn't getting enough training. All this did was succeed in making him more tired than ever before. Their leader soon noticed this and had a small talk with Whitebreeze. She admitted that she just wasn't cut out for being a mentor, and whole-heartedly stepped down. This left Smokepaw reeling, as days went by where he didn't have a mentor and was thrown between cat to cat. Soon enough, another she-cat stood up to take his previous mentor's place, her name being Leopardclaw. The she-cat proved to be more of his type, as she was quick and attentive, always ready to assist Smokepaw when needed. However, there was a twist. The she-cat was highly manipulative, even of her own apprentice.

Smokepaw was always a kind-hearted cat, sympathy showing clear in his eyes. But Leopardclaw abused this side of him, and made him feel he was at fault for having to switch mentors, and it was his fault he wasn't learning quick enough. Small, jabbing remarks became so common that his personality started to deteriorate. His kind-heartedness was failing, and his sympathy slowly chipping away. He started learning how she talked, how she did what she did. He started to turn the tables, started making comments back to her. It drove her crazy.

By now, it was clear that Smokepaw was much larger than most apprentices, and was almost as tall as Leopardclaw halfway into his apprenticeship. He soaked the feeling in. No longer was he kind-hearted, and only a glimmer of sympathy shone in his eyes. His mentor's words and manipulation tactics had tainted him, and continued to spread. It wasn't long until his warrior assessment came that he showed how much harm she had caused him. His job was to track his mentor down after she'd gone to the other side of the territory, all the while she did her best to cover her scent. After waiting the time he was told, Smokepaw set off after her, his intentions clear. It took longer than he wanted to find her, but it was soon clear where she was hiding. Just his luck that her back was turned to him, and he was downwind of her. Crouching low, he pounced on her, digging his claws into her back to show her that he found her. He tilted his head closer to her ear, and let out a single soft whisper. Moons of watching and studying her lead to this one phrase... "I know what you did."

Smokepaw figured out why she was the was she was. He'd worked that his mentor had done something in her life that she regretted, something she kept a secret from everyone else. And true to his phrase, he knew she did something, and that something wasn't pretty.

Adulthood- Smokepaw was given the name of Smoketooth soon after, Leopardclaw quickly agreeing that he was ready. Ever since that moment she'd been jumpy around him, and her eyes filled with dread, as if she was afraid that he had told anyone. He hadn't though. It was his tainted mind that enjoyed the bit of information above her, taunting her. He planned on never telling anyone, if she wanted it she'd have to say it herself. Despite the cold and manipulative side that he grew into, he was also a well-spoken and strong warrior, a valuable asset to any battle or argument, and a confident mentor to a young she-cat named Mousepaw. No one could deny that, even his ex-mentor. Clan life continued as normal for him, all the while he sharpened his skills, the tainting she'd started so long ago now fully spread throughout every part of his heart and mind. His ideals and thoughts were different from those of his fellow clanmates, and he strove to show them his ways. This opportunity came true, and he got his wish that he had dreamt so long ago, albeit for different reasons...
   Deputy- Smoketooth was soon named as deputy after the previous one died from a badger attack. The coal-black tom felt more excitement than sorrow over the death of the old deputy. After all, Smoke's opinion of him wasn't exactly a good one, either. He knew it wouldn't be long until he was given the title of leader, as their current one was on the brink of his last life, or so he guessed. Smoketooth quickly learned the ropes of being deputy, but others began to worry about him becoming leader. No matter how charismatic the tom was, the darkness in his heart was clear from the moment he stepped forward and took his spot as deputy. Cats had already begun to spread rumors about dark times ahead, but Smoketooth ignored it all.
   Leader- Finally, the day came. Old Seedstar passed from old age, and Smoketooth was now rightful leader of Ridgeclan. Years of peace and prosperity, success and happiness about to be crumbled by a single tom. His nine lives ceremony was invigorating, all he had worked up to were in those moments, and he couldn't have been happier. He started his rule with such manipulative and cold nature that cats immediately despised him. Leopardclaw vanished one day, and Smokestar guessed that she couldn't handle him being leader. Go figure. The one mentor he thought the strongest crumbled down in weakness. He pulled and controlled cat's emotions, setting everyone on edge. He loved it, being feared. Being loved never felt like this. But, when he thought he had a good grip on his clan and a moon had passed was when his downfall came.

It was the middle of the night. Murmurs came from outside his den, and they sounded angry. One called out; it was his mother. "Smokestar, come out." Smokestar did, and what he saw infuriated him. All around him were cats, trapping him in a semi-circle around his den. Their voices rang out, all yowling at him. His cruel leadership, his darkened heart, his wrong ideals. It wasn't until a cat, soon to be known as Cariboustar, came forward that his whole leadership came to a crumble. Within an instant, the he was leading the rest of Ridgeclan against him. It was an exiling. Smokestar didn't fight back, rage building in his heart. A cold vengeance, something far more threating than just a flash of anger or rage. He walked out, his head held high as he met the gaze of every cat in the clan. He flashed through his intentions for every single cat in that clan, even his own parents. His father's gaze filled with hatred, his mother's utter heartbreak, his siblings' of betrayal and confusion. None of them stood up for him growing up, and they each had what was coming for them. Head still hung high, he walked out of the camp and out of the territory into the night....

Weeks had passed, and Smokestar was still well aware that he had his nine lives. He knew clan rituals well, and knew full well that until he was dead that no other Ridgeclan leader would be able to receive their livers, either. That satisfied him, even if he was at a stand-still. The tom's blood still coursed with vengeance and hatred, and he planned on doing something, but he wasn't sure quite what. What could bring a clan to its knees? What would break a clan? Those thoughts continued to haunt him, until one fateful night when he met the first cat he'd seen since he was exiled. This cat was a fellow tom, older and adorned with battle scars. He said his name was Toby, and he lived around those parts. The loner asked Smokestar's name, and the ex-leader paused...Time seemed to slow down. He wasn't leader of Ridgeclan anymore, and his past life was gone. He wasn't Hazeleap and Falconflight's son, he was something else. An outcast. When they exiled him, they killed the part of him that had any tie with clan life. It was time to make a name for himself, make a name that would never be forgotten. Trees would turn to dust and cats would be no more before he was forgotten! He took a breath, answering the old battle-scarred cat. "Shadowstar," His dual-colored eyes flamed in the night. "Call me Shadowstar." He would stalk the night, become the bane of any Ridgeclan cat's existence, hide in their shadows until the time was right.

It was then he knew full well what he'd made of his life. A hurricane didn't brink the clan down, so nothing like that ever would. He'd heard tales of far away clans being torn apart from rivals clans, and that's exactly what he would do. He'd build his own group of cats. The self-proclaimed Shadowstar was bent on tearing apart his once clan, and was certain that there were other cats out there that were against Ridgeclan. It wasn't long after that he started recruiting cats. Come to find out, lots of loners and rogues liked the idea of a "clan" to tear down Ridgeclan. However, he knew full well that there were going to be cats that would rebel against him when they found out what he was like, but they'd be dealt with in due time. Most wouldn't be a problem, and some would probably even share his same beliefs. Who knew? As long as he could bring the downfall of his once-clan and exact revenge, all would sit well. He never got visions from Starclan, and when he did, they were warnings to turn back. He got visits from cats in the Dark Forest, and they agreed with him whole-heartedly.

Shadowstar soon built a large enough group to call a makeshift clan, and didn't want it to have any of the same names, customs, or rituals as the other clan. Of course, there'd be warriors and medicine cats, but they'd go by a different name. He wasn't sure how leaders after him, if that was to be, would get their nine lives. But, the Dark Forest must have some similar power, right? The dark tom sat in silence, the small and bubbly kit he once was completely shattered, no part of him left. In his place was a tainted, darkened cat, bent on the place he once loved with all his heart.

He was Shadowstar, leader of the Forest Walkers.

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|| ✦ ... Relations ... ✦ ||

Bullet Guide
ll Slight attraction
ll Attraction
ll Infatuation
ll Lust

ll Like
ll Respected
ll Greatly respected
ll Idolizes

ll Slight Curiosity
ll Major Curiosity
ll Interested In

ll Unease
ll Disgust
ll Aversion

ll Slight crush
ll Crush
ll Major Crush
ll Love

ll Friend
ll Good friend
ll Close friend

ll Wants to get to know them
ll Misses
ll Can't bear without

ll Platonic Like
ll Like Family
ll Joint at the hip

ll Slight suspicion
ll Major suspicion
ll Distrust

ll Annoyed by
ll Dislike
ll Hate
ll Despises

ll Shy
ll Nervous
ll Discomfort

ll Missing/Status Unknown
ll Dead
ll Mate
ll Family
ll Fling / Ex-mate / Donor

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|| ✦ ... Trivia ... ✦ ||

Nine Lives: Currently has all nine left

Favourites:
Prey; Bluebird
                          Scent; Nursery scent
Color; Orange-yellow
Activity; Climbing
                          Season; Leaf-fall

Random tidbits:
   -Some say that Shadowstar's eye colors reflect both his burning desire for revenge, and his cold nature
   -He has a "weakness" for bird feathers, he's very fascinated by them
   -Though his fur is coarse and looks scraggly, Shadowstar likes to keep himself as neat as he can. His fur is just naturally messy-looking.

Fears: Betrayal, giving in to his inner sympathy, water, death
Aspirations: Breaking Ridgeclan, solidifying his name in history, living a long life
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