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Character
Name: Frecklekit | Frecklepaw | Frecklestorm
[Prefix] - 'Freckle': duly named for the smattering of unusual speckles across her body.
[Suffix] - 'Storm': named as such for the passionate storm in her turquoise eyes.
Nicknames: "Storm"/"Moody"/"Freckles" (via her Daddy)
Clan: ShadowClan
Age: 21 Moons
Rank:Deputy
Gender: She-cat
Appearance details: Red-brown she-cat with dark gray almost black ear tips and underbelly, gray speckles upon back, ears, front left paw and back right paw. Scars are found upon her tail tip, hind paws, left shoulder, and on the bridge of her nose; eyes which are turquoise. She doesnt think she's beautiful...but that doesnt mean she isnt.
Breed: Moggy of the breeds Savannah and Russian Blue
Fur Texture | Length: Short/scraggly mostly unkempt pelt length.
Size | Body Type: Compact, medium-height and muscular, think "linebacker".
Theme Song:Flicker (Kanye West Rework) by Lorde

History

When she was a kit, she proved to be a rambunctious little thing and a true 'Daddy's Girl'.
Whilst her mother lay in the nursery taking care of her only kit, she had to step down from temporary leadership (the actually leader was ill for a time) and Frecklekit's father Dragoncoil was offered the temporary position, thereby losing all time to train his newly gained apprentice Weaselpaw.
Frecklekit gained new adopted siblings when a ThunderClan she-cat died giving birth to her half-ShadowClan kits on the border. A big tomboy, Frecklekit couldnt be happier as she liked to be around her adopted brothers Lynxkit and Volekit; Eternalkit and Nightkit did girly things she wasnt interested in. Soon after she discovered a newborn Tunnelkit to be quite interesting. He was always exploring and inquisitive and she wanted to tag along because her brothers and Tunnelkit formed a happy trio she liked to be a part of.
Around four moons later, Frecklekit's mother decided to take a relaxing day upon some sunningrocks outside of camp, leaving Tunnelkit's mother to watch her kits. She never came back. Freckles watched, her eyes round as moons, as warrior cats of her Clan brought her mother's still body into that camp later that night. They found Voicerush lying on the rocks, too still to be alive. They told the young kits they figured it to be a snake which must have cleverly waited in anticipation from within the rocks to strike.
Dragoncoil, Frecklekit and her adopted siblings sat with her body until the sun rose. Dragoncoil never said a word and never said a sane word since, losing himself as he lost his beloved mate. Freckles' father was no more himself. He was a mere shell of the cat he once was. He couldnt even comfort their kits, not even his own baby girl, because he was so grief-stricken. He began to slowly become unhinged after closing himself off to the world and clinging to the shadows after his mate died and he became literally lost without her. They say time heals all wounds...it made this wound worse.
When Freckles was made an apprentice two moons later, she tackled a fox head-on with Eternalpaw and one of her brothers Lynxpaw following her example, living to boast the tale. When her mentor became pregnant and Weaselfang became her temporary mentor, Frecks oftentimes sneaked out to train hard on her very own. She discovered her temporary mentor did the same thing upon doing so one night and inside her grew a tiny bit of idolization for him.
When she became a warrior, she realized she felt nothing for her father Dragoncoil save disgust because he was nothing but a broken and insanely battered lost soul. He may have managed to become deputy somehow...but some deputy he made...She swore to train harder than before to make a better deputy than ever before.
Even when Tunnelheart, who she realized she like more than just a friend, turned his back on her, ignored her, and found another cat to love; she tried not to let the pain of a broken heart show, instead training harder than ever before.
Rebounding, she suddenly found Venomstrike, a newcomer, an interesting devilishly handsome new piece of pie. Before she could fall too much in love however, she guarded her heart...especially when he was later run out of the Clan for the treachery he almost committed for a rogue named Harlequin.
Lusting for leadership now, she had found a rogue she-cat who promised her ambitions to be fulfilled. Yep, you guessed it...Harlequin. Training even harder with her help, she knew now she would be greater than any cat alone.
Finally, her father snapped and broke into a thousand tiny shards of glass, pain, and misery. Requesting that he step down from his position only so he could retreat into the shadows...never to be seen again. Hating her father even more as he obviously wanted nothing to do with her, she finally snapped and turned on her brothers as they cornered her (merely trying to help). Attacking them with claws and barbed words, until Weaselfang interrupted by pulling her into a hug. She is embarrassed to admit she cried out all her woes into his fur but that relieved the whole ordeal most strongly.
She was given an apprentice and trained them to the fullest, in turn training herself for deputyship she strove harder than ever to achieve. Her mind and heart clear of debris, if only for a brief respite.
Then. The unexpected happened. When Frecks became just 15 moons old, the end of the world as she knew it occurred. It had been an eventful year for Frecklestorm. But THIS. This was something else entirely. Famine, dehydration, and illness ravaged the lands of her birth-home, and all five Clans as she knew them. All because of the new nests the Twolegs attempted to shove down upon their already sparse space. The rivers dried up and SkyClan brought the incurable disease to them from whence they came. If she hadnt lost the cats she was close to in the devastating blow to the land, she lost the rest of them on the journey. One by one, the cats she held dear to her heart were struck down...and there was nothing she could do about it. She herself almost gave in to the darkness, if it werent for Weaselfang who stuck by her side through it all. Well...almost all. They journeyed for 6 moons but to Frecklestorm, that time felt like another lifetime. They were almost there, that was the devastating part of this story. He was her everything now and she was just about to tell him, just as the light of Silverpelt glittered upon their new home. The moment was perfect. But it was not to be. StarClan truly must have left them, for even they would not be that cruel to her as to cause her best friend to be catapulted to his death down the rocky abyss of the mountain where they stood. Yowling with agony, she raced down the mountain after him, almost tumbling to her own demise. He had saved her yet again. Placing himself in front of her as the deranged rogues led a full-on frontal attack to defend what little mountain territory they had and started ramming into the cats where they stood precariously on the edge. Frecklestorm was careless, focusing on the view of their new home...before she knew it, Weaselfang was gone. Saving her life for the last time. But she would not give up. Ignoring the scraggly rogues her Clan easily dispatched of once they got over their initial shock, she slid down after him, no longer caring if mortal danger was more important to recognize than saving the scruff of her loved one. By the time she reached him...it was too late. His limbs twisted at unnatural angles and blood welling up from who knows where and staining the mountains' snow into gruesome pink puddles, Frecklestorm could only stand there, flanks heaving, as she stared...unable to fully comprehend the sight before her.
She cradled herself around him and shivered, but not from the cold. It was there she gave everything to him. All of her warmth (though it did no good) and all of her confessions (though he could no longer hear her). Some say they can still recall her bone-chilling howls of grief as they echoed around the mountain pass that fateful night.
Eventually, she left his snow-covered body and rejoined her Clan. She vowed to never go back to those mountains. When she made it to ShadowClan once more, her Clan watched her carefully, a new respect lifting off of them to her palpable in the air. The Clan was her loved one now, but Weaselfang would always be with her. She could hear him now, Be there for them, Frecks, like I was for you... And she vowed that she would do just that. She would protect the Fjords of her new home.

About
Personality:

Positive: Proud || Loyal || Adaptable || Athletic ||

Neutral: Boyish || Ambitious || Confident || Outspoken

Negative: Assertive || Lustful || Provocative || Willful

[ Edgy | "Fiery" | Moody | Tomboy | Has trust issues | Scrappy | Somewhat reckless when it comes to her own safety ]

This girl knows how to strut her stuff. There's an edge to her personality, once you get to know her. She is quite content with throwing others off her scent when it comes to getting to know her, however, so beware of this personality tick she finds most amusing to pull off. She can be fiery with emotion and even more so when it comes to passion, believing passion is the root of all strength-even when passion sticks her on the wrong side of the warrior code. She's never really gotten into the whole 'love' thing with toms, tending to avoid it altogether in lieu of quick "fixes", believing them to be much less dramatic and confusing. She is strong willed, hard headed, independent, outspoken...in other words; not afraid to tell it like it is...unfortunately for her elders. But she is learning from the mistakes she often makes, no matter how slowly it may sometimes take to get it through her thick skull. She can sometimes be out of control when swept away by passion and at times hard to handle. But when she loves, she gives with all her heart. She believes, "If you cant handle me at my worst, then you sure dont deserve me at my best." and gives a careless shrug and struts away because she truly could care less what others think about her. She is not afraid to be who she is and not afraid of anything really, which makes her reckless oftentimes. Or, at least for her own safety and well-being.

Living life to its fullest, she enjoys getting down and dirty with the toms and prefers their company over prissy princess she-cats. Much less drama and confusion, in her eyes. Because of her history, however, she has a tendency to be wary of others at first and takes some time to gain trust over them (to be understood).

Storm used to be misguided with a raw hunger for power, and still is a bit...but not as potently for after all she is learning. She can be a bit rough around the edges, but once you get to know her (good luck for she puts up with no one's nonsense), you'll find she actually does have a heart. This she-cat is spunky, has tons of attitude and charisma, cheeky, loud and proud...a show-off even of her parents' great legacies. But her heart is a heart of gold. She is a misguided tomboy who can be a bit too power-hungry, a bit too proud, and a bit too much of a know-it-all when she needs to be...but in actuality she has a heart when she finally opens up to someone. She's rough around the edges and standoffish and prickly once you first meet her, but stick around and you may see a warm light at the end of the tunnel when it comes to her. Nothing makes her happier than being given a job to do, especially when it comes to protecting her Clan. Even if she is guilty of being called "too proud", she has a good heart and it's in the correct place. She is large and in charge when she wants to make her opinion heard. However, she will throw herself out there to protect others, regardless of how much flack she may give them. And that is what may make her a most valuable asset to her Clan.

[ Trivia ]

• She finds herself intimidating far too often for her liking.

• She lusts long and hard and hates that about herself, along with many other weaknesses she finds in herself.

• She envies and broods over others which seem happy, thus holding herself back quite often from exploring relationships with them.

[ Likes ]

• Competition

• Exploring

• Excavating shiny things

• Impressing others

• The company of others (secretly)

• Mud

• Battle scars

• Confined spaces

• Freedom

• Being told she's beautiful (secretly)

[ Dislikes ]

• Her own fiery lust

• Mistrust (of herself from others)

• Big clusters of cats

• Egotistical cats

• Overly-happy cats

• ...Just other cats in general

[ Favorites ]

Prey : Hare (she likes a good chase)

Season : Leaf-fall

Color : Brown

Time of Day : Dusk

Place : A mud hole she can sink into comfortably

Activity : Swimming

[ Fears ]

• Herself

• Winding up alone

[ Relationships ]

Dead
Acquaintance
Uneasy/Unknown
Respect
Friend
Crush
Lust
Love
Mate
Enemy
Family

| Dragoncoil | ShadowClan NPC /// My Father...I guess you could call him that. He never truly was my father except by blood. When I was little, I looked up to him...but he wound up letting me down to the point of no going back. Now I can't stand him and what he became. I'm glad he's dead, actually. He sure acted like it in the living.
| Voicerush | ShadowClan NPC / I never knew my mother...Kinda really wish I did.
| Weaselfang | ShadowClan NPC //// He raised me better than my birth father ever did, I wish he never had to go...I had confused feelings for him I wish could have been resolved.
| Voletooth | ShadowClan NPC // My adopted brother; he was an important part of my life and I loved him. My baby brother.
| Lynxstep | ShadowClan NPC //// My other adopted brother; more there for me than Voletooth, Lynxstep could almost be considered my best friend. He looked out for me as an older brother really should...even though he was younger than me.
| Eternalpaw | ShadowClan NPC // My adopted little sister. I was jealous for a time of her because it seemed like she got to spend more time with Weaselfang (her mentor) than I...but that never meant I didn't care for her just the slightest bit. Yeah, so, we had the same mentor...I guess that was why I was a little uneasy, maybe I thought he cared for his second apprentice more than me? Silly as that sounds...
| Nightpaw | ShadowClan NPC // My other adopted little sister. I never really got to know Lynxstep and Voletooth's littermate like I knew them. She died prematurely. I would've like to have known her if she was anything like her/my brothers...
| Tunnelheart | ShadowClan NPC //// Tunnel was my everything, once upon a time. We grew close as kittens and even closer as apprentices. We were best friends. Then I confessed my feelings when I realized what they were all about and got turned down; he felt nothing for me but friendship. Tch. I cant really hate him though...what's so great about me anyways? I could never be a mother. I didn't know what a mother was even like.
| Venomstrike | ShadowClan/Rogue NPC //// Venomstrike was the breath of fresh air to my dark cave. After I got rejected by Tunnelheart, I tried not to show it but he came to the Clan and I was intrigued by him. He and I became...what's the word...frenemies? I suppose you could say. He and I were rivals but we were also very close. He chipped away at the walls around my heart little by little before I could realize. I realize too late that I loved him...and his insane ways.
| Harlequinn | Rogue NPC //// I may or may not have looked up to Harlequinn, or I at least respected her as an equal. However, it also may or may not have been due to a very shiny piece of accessory I lusted for she promised me if I did as she said. What can I say? I like shiny things...But; I decided to not betray my Clan in the end for it. She was a slippery piece of cat, let me tell you. I liked her and hated her because she was similar to me yet so very different. I cannot even begin to describe her because I am uneasy just thinking about her. Far as I know, she's long gone though.

Other Information:

Orientation: Open to both genders
Looking for: Not looking but not avoiding either
Ideal Relationship and Traits: Someone who can keep up with her

Mentor: Ashcloud/Weaselfang
Apprentice: N/A
Crush: N/A
Mate: N/A
Kin: Dragoncoil and Voicerush (parents), Lynxstep, Voletooth, Eternalpaw, and Nightpaw (adopted siblings)

Defense: •••••○○○○○
Speed: ••○○○○○○○○
Endurance: ••○○○○○○○○
Tactical Skills: ••○○○○○○○○
Attack: •••••○○○○○

Roleplay Example
Frecklegaze was restless. She had been training at Breeze Hill, working on her battle skills to face the snake should anything arise since before dawn to ease her restlessness but so far it hadn't worked. Paws kneading the ground as she stopped at Sun Stones for a drink, Frecks scoffed at the notion of doing what queens and elders came here specifically to do. Relax. Hah! When would she ever have time to do that? Instead, she dipped her maw under the water to swallow the refreshing and relieving crystal gurgling waters. She didn't feel restless for that moment she drank with her eyes closed and she sighed somewhat blissfully as some of her stress flowed away. The stress of her father's insanity threatening to overwhelm his position. The stress of the snake. The stress of Harlequin's take-down...Frecklegaze jerked her head up as her thoughts were interrupted and her temperature flared up at hearing a distinctly feline movement. Someone other than her was here.

A shadowed silky form slinked forward as a snake, keeping the sun to his back as he walked coyly up to her. "My my... do you ever rest those little paws of yours? A go-getter. That's what you are. One day you'll go places." He breathed and then plopped down licking a paw. "That's the problem with most cats. They are afraid to do the dirty work. But us? We will work our way up with our own sweat and blood staining the path." He laughed. "Hopefuly without too much blood." He smiled.

As the sun gleamed off his attractive pelt, Frecklegaze bit her lip then smirked, "No time for rest when you have to work your way up the tree of success. A go-getter, we're one in the same, Venomstrike." she couldn't help but purr and slide up to him, a grin playing at the edges of her mouth. She wanted to go places with or without him, she knew not. She only knew of her fierce greed and ambition with a starving hunger for power. Which Frecks knew she shared with Venomstrike. Softly she nipped his neck a bit playfully in her restlessness.

Venomstrike didnt like the she-cat getting so close. He liked her... but Venomstrike wasnt very friendly even with thoes he liked. He snarled and bit her nose drawing a little bit of blood. He got up and eyed her up and down. He didnt know how to be kind or gentle and didnt want to learn. He flattened his ears and stared at her for a moment. He didnt want to be close to this cat... did he? His fur settled and he dipped his head. "i'm sorry... i didnt mean to let my temper get the best of me..."

Frecklegaze flinched and hissed at the sharp bite out of nowhere. She cursed aloud before dunking her muzzle under the water to cleanse it then she snarled at him; eyes alight with fires of hostility, "What was that for, you piece of crowfood?! I was just being friendly!" biting her lip and looking away as she hid her true reason; loneliness...she longed for a partner, one that would stay by her side and support her while she supported him. Tunnelheart was giving her nothing no matter how much affection she used to shower him with. Gritting her teeth, she whipped around and slashed her tail across his face before splashing a bit away from him in her annoyance. Couldn't he see her problems? She was here to try and relax a bit and he comes marching in to swipe at her! Can't trust toms for nothing besides being bee-brains...

It was not time for the mauled tom by the name of Tunnelheart to venture outside. Nevertheless, his roaming genes had gotten a hold of him again, and he was quick to slip out as soon as the medicine cat had been busy doing something else. He knew she wouldn’t approve of his leaving, and it pained him to upset her. But, for StarClan’s sake, there was only so long one could sit in one little place and not move around to much.
So, here he came, wrapped nearly head to toe in cobwebs and poultices, one eye covered with wrap, entire mid-section almost invisible. As was the back legs, which where what was making him limp so heavily; torn in various places and no doubt painful. He trudged on regardless. He had to be outside.
At least for a few minutes..
He barely noticed he had company, when he picked out a part of wilderness; hissing at himself and staring longingly at a patch off moss, which he wished to flop on, but refrained from doing. Because if he did lay and sooth his throbbing, he probably wouldn’t be able to get up again. It was about then one something wet hit him; making his ears flick in irritation. Erm, if they weren’t already doing so.
“Frecklegaze..? Venomstrike..?”

She came face to face with Tunnelheart and their noses just barely touched as she stood. Frecks' fur flushed as the flood of emotions came whirling through her once more, the same emotions she thought had all faded from her heart. "Tunnelheart..." she whispered, stepping back and eyes rounding in surprise as she took in his mangled body. It looked like he had been to the edge of life and back...He looked like he ha been mauled. Her ears flattened as she felt sympathy well up in her, an unfamiliar emotion and she remembered the story of what had happened. She had been too busy with Harlequin the day before when he came home and had heard rumors but to truly see Tunnelheart in the fur...Her heart went out to him.

Venomstrike lowered his head. He worked in steps, claiming bits of territory at a time. Frecklegaze was his! He shouldered between them and wound around Frecklegaze and licked her ear. "i really am sorry. I just cant control myself in front of pretty she-cats." He mewed quietly into her ear with sencerity. He turned to face Tunnleheart. His eyes narrowed.
Blinking in surprise as the tri-coloured she-cat was suddenly near him, the tom sent a tail-flick in greeting. He hadn’t seen Freckle since the attack..Or, anyone, for that matter. His incredible luck ensured that every time someone did actually go and see him, or went in for their own treatment, he was pretty much passed out in sleep.
It felt a little surreal- suddenly being amongst his friend again. He had almost become unaware of life before the dog attack. Like his entire eternity was centered around it vicious teeth, and his self-made cure for his dumb mistakes.
He felt like a real warrior now- even if it had been his fault he found the dog in the first place. Not because he had eliminated the dog, necessarily, but because he finally had proved to himself that he wasn’t some unimportant waste of fur. All the moons of being meek, of being shy, of being off to the side- that was over. That didn’t stop him from being plagued by nightmares and endless negative thoughts. Even if he had proved himself worthy of his warrior name, at least in his own eyes, he had still proved himself an idiot.
It was an emotional cyclone, and it made his head throb more. He wasn’t sure whether or not to be proud, or to be ashamed. So he felt neither. Maybe it had been that crack on his head- whatever the case, he found it hard to look Frecklegaze in the eyes.
“Hi, Freckle..” Not a minute later, another cat prowled onto the scene..Venomstrike. He really hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting the tom before. His first impression was not a good one.
He was being glared at. Or, something. He couldn’t exactly tell what the emotion was that was being flashed at him, as blurry as he was, but it set his hair on end. Well, that was a friendly greeting, wasn’t it! He could barely suppress a hiss. Yet, he held his tongue; instead giving a slash of his tail.
Both purple eyes landed on Venom; of course, only one was visible outside of the cobwebs.
“Nice to meet you.” A supposedly friendly smile crossed his lips. Really, it looked more like a irritable grin.

Frecks flattened her ears as she noticed Tunnelheart avoid her eyes and she looked down at her paws. Vision blurring with an unknown emotion and hot anger and frustration welling up in her. Claws sliding out insanely as she suddenly looked up at Tunnelheart, "What's the matter with you?! Did you get conked on your head so hard that you STILL can't tell how much I-" she gritted her teeth and looked at Venomstrike sharply, frustration making her puff out her cheeks with her vision blurring still with hot tears of anger an she bit her lip hard. 'He will never know how much I care about him...Mousebrain...' But Venomstrike's words stirred her lifeless heart and a ripple of calming spread through her ruffled fur and smoothed her pelt out. Scoffing and purring chokedly, "Pretty she-cat, my eye."

"Oh no?" He said to her quietly. "you are more beautiful than the sun my princess. You are more beautiful than all the twinkling stars in the sky," He then turned back to Tunnelheart. He sat and then smiled. "its nice to meet you too." His voice dipped to be a little bit more menacing, but it was hard to tell because Venomstrike's voice was already pretty dark. "Tunnelheart. I heard it was a pretty vicious mouse, you're lucky you came out alive." He teased lightheartedly.

Maybe it was his time away from others an all, but the dark tabby had become majorly confused in a matter of moments. Unlike his confusion as a kit, it struck a cord; threatening to throw him in one emotional direction or another at a moment’s notice. For now, he just stood there- finally turning to Frecklegaze with a highly perplexed look.
It was gone in seconds. He realized the she-cat was upset. He felt his stomach turn to ice. What had he done? Was it that he couldn’t look at her, knowing that he could’ve spelled the end of them all by unleashing a crazed dog upon the clan?
He honestly didn’t know. He had never been the most emotionally perceptive tom- on top of that, the head hit actually hadn’t helped. Nor had the trauma of it all, which still had him fading into a feverish nightmare like state at random moments.
He glanced at Venom. He didn’t know the warrior..He really wished he wasn’t getting to know him now. He felt himself snort, short tail hairs sticking behind him. Oh, nice- a joke, huh? The snort turned into a full blown laugh; cracked and wicked. Not at all amusing, but cold and wrathful.
“It was a dog, not a mouse. The next time one comes along, perhaps you should deal with it on your own.” He was not in the mood for jokes. He was not in any type of mood at all.

Venomstrike puffed up his chest. The words that cut out of the dark young warrior's mouth sounded like a challenge and sent cold adrenaline through Venomstrike's body like ice-water running through fur in the middle of a hot green-leaf. He flexed his claws and narrowed his duel colored eyes. "Only a moron would attack a dog. I would have run. but no. you probably taught it noble of you to jump in to save you're clan mates. News flash. You aren't a hero. just a sad sap who barley made it out alive." His shoulders rolled and muscles rippled. He could easily take on the injured tom and win.

Shouldering between them heatedly, her maw just a whisker from Tunnelheart's she snarled viciously, "QUIT IT YOU IDIOTS!" anger and hatred coming off her pelt in waves. Didnt they see how stupid they were being towards each other?! Eyes burning with a fire deep into the tom she thought she loved's dazzling violet eyes that still took her breath away. But not now when her fur was puffed up until she was roughly the size of a badger filled with livid anger. He didnt understand!
Before her thoughts could whirl and make sense of her emotions, she cleared Tunnelhearts confusion by hotly planting her maw on his in a punishing, angry kiss. Striving to show him why she was so upset...

Venomstrike words brought the smile back to the tom’s face; a corrupted, twisted laughter ringing out loud enough for all to hear once again. His tail slashed more crazily now, but his claws remained sheathed and his fur did not rise anymore than it had already.
“Is that what you think I think, Venomstrike? I am under no illusions. However, killing a dog that I unleashed myself to prevent it from tearing apart the camp and everyone in it-
well, I think my choice, regardless of my own weakness, was the better option.”
The Tunnelheart before these two cats was not the old Tunnelheart. His body was the same, if more battered and bruised, but his inside had change- he may have taken this crap from Venom if it had occurred before, but his days of innocent thought and obedience where over. He had always been an oblivious cat; caught up in his own daydreams, thoughts, and general warm spirit.
He was no longer oblivious to the evil. He saw it in the dog, he saw it in the cats, he saw it everywhere. This revelation had ripped away his dreams and shredded his innocence, in exchange for a brain that continued to function with grim reality and truth revealed. Nothing would surprise him anymore- nothing would shock him and reduce him to the lowness he had been. His heart, once large and impressionable, had hardened.
As it remained when he and Freckle met; a scarred rock, now frozen as was his body. In that one gesture, it made sense- the reason why she was acting as she was. His thoughts came grinding to a halt, then went into overdrive; a tangling forest of unreadable script.
She had liked him all this time? Fool! How could he not have noticed? That his best friend, the one he had grown up with, had feelings with him more than just friendship? The thought of romance had not met the naive tom’s mind, but he could see it now. Their lonely adventures, their camaraderie...
He had been too busy daydreaming, too busy thinking.. About everything that meant nothing.
It had hit him so hard, it was if he had been smashed between the dog’s teeth all over again. If he had only noticed.. How could it have been? He had hurt her, hurt her bad. But if he had not, and he had realized.. How would it have been? How would he have felt? How did he feel…Now?
He felt nothing.
He took a step backward, and removed himself from the Freckle; glancing at nothing with a gaze as dead as a corpse.

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Dragoncoil's eyes slitted contentedly, now he would be left to grieve in peace and have no stress over fickle worries in his former position of deputy. A sigh of relief escaped him and he managed a proud, if somewhat dead purr when his daughter obtained the position she had so well deserved. Frecklegaze stifled a snort as finally her father was called to step down; a knot of worry deep down inside her easing slightly when he was relieved of his position. Good...now the old coot could relax and simply worry about grass growing... She loathed her father now more than ever and had avoided him every chance she got. It wasnt hard; he never walked her way as he had given up his feeble attempt at trying to restore their family connection when she pulled away from her so-called father with a look of hatred and confusion at his late labor. She twitched her ears just in time to capture the words of fine excellence and truth from her leader; eyes widening in slight surprise as she was named deputy. "Wha-?" she couldnt help breathing as Weaselfang purred in amusement at her along with the others of her Clan. Finally, her ambition had been realized. Her driving passion for power and leadership had consumed her like a raging fire from all her hard work she knew she had trained for the best and now she was truly getting it...Deputyship...
She forgot all about Harlequin's necklace just then and basked in the praise and glory of her Clanmates, Venomstrike and her earned position; chest puffed out proudly for all to see as she strode towards her leader and told him loudly, "You have just made the best decision of your entire life," an impeccable smile on her beaming, young face.
The tomcat dipped his head "I'm sorry frecklestorm, but my best decision was when I put my clan before my wants in the beginning, for now I get to see you get what you deserve, the trust of the clan, for I know you will never betray us." He rumbled, looking tired before sliding carefully off the broken rock, instead of jumping like he usually did.
A twinge of guilt suddenly hit her heart painfully, but she merely winked, "You know, I was just messing with you..." an easy smile and puffing up proudly more than before. Weaselfang came up to her, his eyes glittering knowingly, and she growled a happy little grumble, "You seem to have more faith in me than any cat..." she mewed softly, looking suddenly at Dragoncoil with ears pinned back. She didnt have faith in herself with Harlequin, for she wondered how far was too far upon reaching for the necklace of her dreams. She awoke every night in the middle of night crying out in shakes with her lust for the glittering beauty...How far would she go for the priceless trinket? It scared her just thinking about the monster within...She had to constantly fight with in her turmoil of good vs evil deep inside herself. But the look in her idol's eyes and the truth in her leader's words may just be that much stronger. Only time would tell which would best the other...

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Preferred methods: Note me for roleplay~

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Design/Art (c) WesternFreckles
Reference (c) snarbs

Description

Character
Name: Frecklekit | Frecklepaw | Frecklestorm
[Prefix] - 'Freckle': duly named for the smattering of unusual speckles across her body.
[Suffix] - 'Storm': named as such for the passionate storm in her turquoise eyes.
Nicknames: "Storm"/"Moody"/"Freckles" (via her Daddy)
Clan: ShadowClan
Age: 21 Moons
Rank:Deputy
Gender: She-cat
Appearance details: Red-brown she-cat with dark gray almost black ear tips and underbelly, gray speckles upon back, ears, front left paw and back right paw. Scars are found upon her tail tip, hind paws, left shoulder, and on the bridge of her nose; eyes which are turquoise. She doesnt think she's beautiful...but that doesnt mean she isnt.
Breed: Moggy of the breeds Savannah and Russian Blue
Fur Texture | Length: Short/scraggly mostly unkempt pelt length.
Size | Body Type: Compact, medium-height and muscular, think "linebacker".
Theme Song:Flicker (Kanye West Rework) by Lorde

History

When she was a kit, she proved to be a rambunctious little thing and a true 'Daddy's Girl'.
Whilst her mother lay in the nursery taking care of her only kit, she had to step down from temporary leadership (the actually leader was ill for a time) and Frecklekit's father Dragoncoil was offered the temporary position, thereby losing all time to train his newly gained apprentice Weaselpaw.
Frecklekit gained new adopted siblings when a ThunderClan she-cat died giving birth to her half-ShadowClan kits on the border. A big tomboy, Frecklekit couldnt be happier as she liked to be around her adopted brothers Lynxkit and Volekit; Eternalkit and Nightkit did girly things she wasnt interested in. Soon after she discovered a newborn Tunnelkit to be quite interesting. He was always exploring and inquisitive and she wanted to tag along because her brothers and Tunnelkit formed a happy trio she liked to be a part of.
Around four moons later, Frecklekit's mother decided to take a relaxing day upon some sunningrocks outside of camp, leaving Tunnelkit's mother to watch her kits. She never came back. Freckles watched, her eyes round as moons, as warrior cats of her Clan brought her mother's still body into that camp later that night. They found Voicerush lying on the rocks, too still to be alive. They told the young kits they figured it to be a snake which must have cleverly waited in anticipation from within the rocks to strike.
Dragoncoil, Frecklekit and her adopted siblings sat with her body until the sun rose. Dragoncoil never said a word and never said a sane word since, losing himself as he lost his beloved mate. Freckles' father was no more himself. He was a mere shell of the cat he once was. He couldnt even comfort their kits, not even his own baby girl, because he was so grief-stricken. He began to slowly become unhinged after closing himself off to the world and clinging to the shadows after his mate died and he became literally lost without her. They say time heals all wounds...it made this wound worse.
When Freckles was made an apprentice two moons later, she tackled a fox head-on with Eternalpaw and one of her brothers Lynxpaw following her example, living to boast the tale. When her mentor became pregnant and Weaselfang became her temporary mentor, Frecks oftentimes sneaked out to train hard on her very own. She discovered her temporary mentor did the same thing upon doing so one night and inside her grew a tiny bit of idolization for him.
When she became a warrior, she realized she felt nothing for her father Dragoncoil save disgust because he was nothing but a broken and insanely battered lost soul. He may have managed to become deputy somehow...but some deputy he made...She swore to train harder than before to make a better deputy than ever before.
Even when Tunnelheart, who she realized she like more than just a friend, turned his back on her, ignored her, and found another cat to love; she tried not to let the pain of a broken heart show, instead training harder than ever before.
Rebounding, she suddenly found Venomstrike, a newcomer, an interesting devilishly handsome new piece of pie. Before she could fall too much in love however, she guarded her heart...especially when he was later run out of the Clan for the treachery he almost committed for a rogue named Harlequin.
Lusting for leadership now, she had found a rogue she-cat who promised her ambitions to be fulfilled. Yep, you guessed it...Harlequin. Training even harder with her help, she knew now she would be greater than any cat alone.
Finally, her father snapped and broke into a thousand tiny shards of glass, pain, and misery. Requesting that he step down from his position only so he could retreat into the shadows...never to be seen again. Hating her father even more as he obviously wanted nothing to do with her, she finally snapped and turned on her brothers as they cornered her (merely trying to help). Attacking them with claws and barbed words, until Weaselfang interrupted by pulling her into a hug. She is embarrassed to admit she cried out all her woes into his fur but that relieved the whole ordeal most strongly.
She was given an apprentice and trained them to the fullest, in turn training herself for deputyship she strove harder than ever to achieve. Her mind and heart clear of debris, if only for a brief respite.
Then. The unexpected happened. When Frecks became just 15 moons old, the end of the world as she knew it occurred. It had been an eventful year for Frecklestorm. But THIS. This was something else entirely. Famine, dehydration, and illness ravaged the lands of her birth-home, and all five Clans as she knew them. All because of the new nests the Twolegs attempted to shove down upon their already sparse space. The rivers dried up and SkyClan brought the incurable disease to them from whence they came. If she hadnt lost the cats she was close to in the devastating blow to the land, she lost the rest of them on the journey. One by one, the cats she held dear to her heart were struck down...and there was nothing she could do about it. She herself almost gave in to the darkness, if it werent for Weaselfang who stuck by her side through it all. Well...almost all. They journeyed for 6 moons but to Frecklestorm, that time felt like another lifetime. They were almost there, that was the devastating part of this story. He was her everything now and she was just about to tell him, just as the light of Silverpelt glittered upon their new home. The moment was perfect. But it was not to be. StarClan truly must have left them, for even they would not be that cruel to her as to cause her best friend to be catapulted to his death down the rocky abyss of the mountain where they stood. Yowling with agony, she raced down the mountain after him, almost tumbling to her own demise. He had saved her yet again. Placing himself in front of her as the deranged rogues led a full-on frontal attack to defend what little mountain territory they had and started ramming into the cats where they stood precariously on the edge. Frecklestorm was careless, focusing on the view of their new home...before she knew it, Weaselfang was gone. Saving her life for the last time. But she would not give up. Ignoring the scraggly rogues her Clan easily dispatched of once they got over their initial shock, she slid down after him, no longer caring if mortal danger was more important to recognize than saving the scruff of her loved one. By the time she reached him...it was too late. His limbs twisted at unnatural angles and blood welling up from who knows where and staining the mountains' snow into gruesome pink puddles, Frecklestorm could only stand there, flanks heaving, as she stared...unable to fully comprehend the sight before her.
She cradled herself around him and shivered, but not from the cold. It was there she gave everything to him. All of her warmth (though it did no good) and all of her confessions (though he could no longer hear her). Some say they can still recall her bone-chilling howls of grief as they echoed around the mountain pass that fateful night.
Eventually, she left his snow-covered body and rejoined her Clan. She vowed to never go back to those mountains. When she made it to ShadowClan once more, her Clan watched her carefully, a new respect lifting off of them to her palpable in the air. The Clan was her loved one now, but Weaselfang would always be with her. She could hear him now, Be there for them, Frecks, like I was for you... And she vowed that she would do just that. She would protect the Fjords of her new home.

About
Personality:

Positive: Proud || Loyal || Adaptable || Athletic ||

Neutral: Boyish || Ambitious || Confident || Outspoken

Negative: Assertive || Lustful || Provocative || Willful

[ Edgy | "Fiery" | Moody | Tomboy | Has trust issues | Scrappy | Somewhat reckless when it comes to her own safety ]

This girl knows how to strut her stuff. There's an edge to her personality, once you get to know her. She is quite content with throwing others off her scent when it comes to getting to know her, however, so beware of this personality tick she finds most amusing to pull off. She can be fiery with emotion and even more so when it comes to passion, believing passion is the root of all strength-even when passion sticks her on the wrong side of the warrior code. She's never really gotten into the whole 'love' thing with toms, tending to avoid it altogether in lieu of quick "fixes", believing them to be much less dramatic and confusing. She is strong willed, hard headed, independent, outspoken...in other words; not afraid to tell it like it is...unfortunately for her elders. But she is learning from the mistakes she often makes, no matter how slowly it may sometimes take to get it through her thick skull. She can sometimes be out of control when swept away by passion and at times hard to handle. But when she loves, she gives with all her heart. She believes, "If you cant handle me at my worst, then you sure dont deserve me at my best." and gives a careless shrug and struts away because she truly could care less what others think about her. She is not afraid to be who she is and not afraid of anything really, which makes her reckless oftentimes. Or, at least for her own safety and well-being.

Living life to its fullest, she enjoys getting down and dirty with the toms and prefers their company over prissy princess she-cats. Much less drama and confusion, in her eyes. Because of her history, however, she has a tendency to be wary of others at first and takes some time to gain trust over them (to be understood).

Storm used to be misguided with a raw hunger for power, and still is a bit...but not as potently for after all she is learning. She can be a bit rough around the edges, but once you get to know her (good luck for she puts up with no one's nonsense), you'll find she actually does have a heart. This she-cat is spunky, has tons of attitude and charisma, cheeky, loud and proud...a show-off even of her parents' great legacies. But her heart is a heart of gold. She is a misguided tomboy who can be a bit too power-hungry, a bit too proud, and a bit too much of a know-it-all when she needs to be...but in actuality she has a heart when she finally opens up to someone. She's rough around the edges and standoffish and prickly once you first meet her, but stick around and you may see a warm light at the end of the tunnel when it comes to her. Nothing makes her happier than being given a job to do, especially when it comes to protecting her Clan. Even if she is guilty of being called "too proud", she has a good heart and it's in the correct place. She is large and in charge when she wants to make her opinion heard. However, she will throw herself out there to protect others, regardless of how much flack she may give them. And that is what may make her a most valuable asset to her Clan.

[ Trivia ]

• She finds herself intimidating far too often for her liking.

• She lusts long and hard and hates that about herself, along with many other weaknesses she finds in herself.

• She envies and broods over others which seem happy, thus holding herself back quite often from exploring relationships with them.

[ Likes ]

• Competition

• Exploring

• Excavating shiny things

• Impressing others

• The company of others (secretly)

• Mud

• Battle scars

• Confined spaces

• Freedom

• Being told she's beautiful (secretly)

[ Dislikes ]

• Her own fiery lust

• Mistrust (of herself from others)

• Big clusters of cats

• Egotistical cats

• Overly-happy cats

• ...Just other cats in general

[ Favorites ]

Prey : Hare (she likes a good chase)

Season : Leaf-fall

Color : Brown

Time of Day : Dusk

Place : A mud hole she can sink into comfortably

Activity : Swimming

[ Fears ]

• Herself

• Winding up alone

[ Relationships ]

Dead
Acquaintance
Uneasy/Unknown
Respect
Friend
Crush
Lust
Love
Mate
Enemy
Family

| Dragoncoil | ShadowClan NPC /// My Father...I guess you could call him that. He never truly was my father except by blood. When I was little, I looked up to him...but he wound up letting me down to the point of no going back. Now I can't stand him and what he became. I'm glad he's dead, actually. He sure acted like it in the living.
| Voicerush | ShadowClan NPC / I never knew my mother...Kinda really wish I did.
| Weaselfang | ShadowClan NPC //// He raised me better than my birth father ever did, I wish he never had to go...I had confused feelings for him I wish could have been resolved.
| Voletooth | ShadowClan NPC // My adopted brother; he was an important part of my life and I loved him. My baby brother.
| Lynxstep | ShadowClan NPC //// My other adopted brother; more there for me than Voletooth, Lynxstep could almost be considered my best friend. He looked out for me as an older brother really should...even though he was younger than me.
| Eternalpaw | ShadowClan NPC // My adopted little sister. I was jealous for a time of her because it seemed like she got to spend more time with Weaselfang (her mentor) than I...but that never meant I didn't care for her just the slightest bit. Yeah, so, we had the same mentor...I guess that was why I was a little uneasy, maybe I thought he cared for his second apprentice more than me? Silly as that sounds...
| Nightpaw | ShadowClan NPC // My other adopted little sister. I never really got to know Lynxstep and Voletooth's littermate like I knew them. She died prematurely. I would've like to have known her if she was anything like her/my brothers...
| Tunnelheart | ShadowClan NPC //// Tunnel was my everything, once upon a time. We grew close as kittens and even closer as apprentices. We were best friends. Then I confessed my feelings when I realized what they were all about and got turned down; he felt nothing for me but friendship. Tch. I cant really hate him though...what's so great about me anyways? I could never be a mother. I didn't know what a mother was even like.
| Venomstrike | ShadowClan/Rogue NPC //// Venomstrike was the breath of fresh air to my dark cave. After I got rejected by Tunnelheart, I tried not to show it but he came to the Clan and I was intrigued by him. He and I became...what's the word...frenemies? I suppose you could say. He and I were rivals but we were also very close. He chipped away at the walls around my heart little by little before I could realize. I realize too late that I loved him...and his insane ways.
| Harlequinn | Rogue NPC //// I may or may not have looked up to Harlequinn, or I at least respected her as an equal. However, it also may or may not have been due to a very shiny piece of accessory I lusted for she promised me if I did as she said. What can I say? I like shiny things...But; I decided to not betray my Clan in the end for it. She was a slippery piece of cat, let me tell you. I liked her and hated her because she was similar to me yet so very different. I cannot even begin to describe her because I am uneasy just thinking about her. Far as I know, she's long gone though.

Other Information:

Orientation: Open to both genders
Looking for: Not looking but not avoiding either
Ideal Relationship and Traits: Someone who can keep up with her

Mentor: Ashcloud/Weaselfang
Apprentice: N/A
Crush: N/A
Mate: N/A
Kin: Dragoncoil and Voicerush (parents), Lynxstep, Voletooth, Eternalpaw, and Nightpaw (adopted siblings)

Defense: •••••○○○○○
Speed: ••○○○○○○○○
Endurance: ••○○○○○○○○
Tactical Skills: ••○○○○○○○○
Attack: •••••○○○○○

Roleplay Example
Frecklegaze was restless. She had been training at Breeze Hill, working on her battle skills to face the snake should anything arise since before dawn to ease her restlessness but so far it hadn't worked. Paws kneading the ground as she stopped at Sun Stones for a drink, Frecks scoffed at the notion of doing what queens and elders came here specifically to do. Relax. Hah! When would she ever have time to do that? Instead, she dipped her maw under the water to swallow the refreshing and relieving crystal gurgling waters. She didn't feel restless for that moment she drank with her eyes closed and she sighed somewhat blissfully as some of her stress flowed away. The stress of her father's insanity threatening to overwhelm his position. The stress of the snake. The stress of Harlequin's take-down...Frecklegaze jerked her head up as her thoughts were interrupted and her temperature flared up at hearing a distinctly feline movement. Someone other than her was here.

A shadowed silky form slinked forward as a snake, keeping the sun to his back as he walked coyly up to her. "My my... do you ever rest those little paws of yours? A go-getter. That's what you are. One day you'll go places." He breathed and then plopped down licking a paw. "That's the problem with most cats. They are afraid to do the dirty work. But us? We will work our way up with our own sweat and blood staining the path." He laughed. "Hopefuly without too much blood." He smiled.

As the sun gleamed off his attractive pelt, Frecklegaze bit her lip then smirked, "No time for rest when you have to work your way up the tree of success. A go-getter, we're one in the same, Venomstrike." she couldn't help but purr and slide up to him, a grin playing at the edges of her mouth. She wanted to go places with or without him, she knew not. She only knew of her fierce greed and ambition with a starving hunger for power. Which Frecks knew she shared with Venomstrike. Softly she nipped his neck a bit playfully in her restlessness.

Venomstrike didnt like the she-cat getting so close. He liked her... but Venomstrike wasnt very friendly even with thoes he liked. He snarled and bit her nose drawing a little bit of blood. He got up and eyed her up and down. He didnt know how to be kind or gentle and didnt want to learn. He flattened his ears and stared at her for a moment. He didnt want to be close to this cat... did he? His fur settled and he dipped his head. "i'm sorry... i didnt mean to let my temper get the best of me..."

Frecklegaze flinched and hissed at the sharp bite out of nowhere. She cursed aloud before dunking her muzzle under the water to cleanse it then she snarled at him; eyes alight with fires of hostility, "What was that for, you piece of crowfood?! I was just being friendly!" biting her lip and looking away as she hid her true reason; loneliness...she longed for a partner, one that would stay by her side and support her while she supported him. Tunnelheart was giving her nothing no matter how much affection she used to shower him with. Gritting her teeth, she whipped around and slashed her tail across his face before splashing a bit away from him in her annoyance. Couldn't he see her problems? She was here to try and relax a bit and he comes marching in to swipe at her! Can't trust toms for nothing besides being bee-brains...

It was not time for the mauled tom by the name of Tunnelheart to venture outside. Nevertheless, his roaming genes had gotten a hold of him again, and he was quick to slip out as soon as the medicine cat had been busy doing something else. He knew she wouldn’t approve of his leaving, and it pained him to upset her. But, for StarClan’s sake, there was only so long one could sit in one little place and not move around to much.
So, here he came, wrapped nearly head to toe in cobwebs and poultices, one eye covered with wrap, entire mid-section almost invisible. As was the back legs, which where what was making him limp so heavily; torn in various places and no doubt painful. He trudged on regardless. He had to be outside.
At least for a few minutes..
He barely noticed he had company, when he picked out a part of wilderness; hissing at himself and staring longingly at a patch off moss, which he wished to flop on, but refrained from doing. Because if he did lay and sooth his throbbing, he probably wouldn’t be able to get up again. It was about then one something wet hit him; making his ears flick in irritation. Erm, if they weren’t already doing so.
“Frecklegaze..? Venomstrike..?”

She came face to face with Tunnelheart and their noses just barely touched as she stood. Frecks' fur flushed as the flood of emotions came whirling through her once more, the same emotions she thought had all faded from her heart. "Tunnelheart..." she whispered, stepping back and eyes rounding in surprise as she took in his mangled body. It looked like he had been to the edge of life and back...He looked like he ha been mauled. Her ears flattened as she felt sympathy well up in her, an unfamiliar emotion and she remembered the story of what had happened. She had been too busy with Harlequin the day before when he came home and had heard rumors but to truly see Tunnelheart in the fur...Her heart went out to him.

Venomstrike lowered his head. He worked in steps, claiming bits of territory at a time. Frecklegaze was his! He shouldered between them and wound around Frecklegaze and licked her ear. "i really am sorry. I just cant control myself in front of pretty she-cats." He mewed quietly into her ear with sencerity. He turned to face Tunnleheart. His eyes narrowed.
Blinking in surprise as the tri-coloured she-cat was suddenly near him, the tom sent a tail-flick in greeting. He hadn’t seen Freckle since the attack..Or, anyone, for that matter. His incredible luck ensured that every time someone did actually go and see him, or went in for their own treatment, he was pretty much passed out in sleep.
It felt a little surreal- suddenly being amongst his friend again. He had almost become unaware of life before the dog attack. Like his entire eternity was centered around it vicious teeth, and his self-made cure for his dumb mistakes.
He felt like a real warrior now- even if it had been his fault he found the dog in the first place. Not because he had eliminated the dog, necessarily, but because he finally had proved to himself that he wasn’t some unimportant waste of fur. All the moons of being meek, of being shy, of being off to the side- that was over. That didn’t stop him from being plagued by nightmares and endless negative thoughts. Even if he had proved himself worthy of his warrior name, at least in his own eyes, he had still proved himself an idiot.
It was an emotional cyclone, and it made his head throb more. He wasn’t sure whether or not to be proud, or to be ashamed. So he felt neither. Maybe it had been that crack on his head- whatever the case, he found it hard to look Frecklegaze in the eyes.
“Hi, Freckle..” Not a minute later, another cat prowled onto the scene..Venomstrike. He really hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting the tom before. His first impression was not a good one.
He was being glared at. Or, something. He couldn’t exactly tell what the emotion was that was being flashed at him, as blurry as he was, but it set his hair on end. Well, that was a friendly greeting, wasn’t it! He could barely suppress a hiss. Yet, he held his tongue; instead giving a slash of his tail.
Both purple eyes landed on Venom; of course, only one was visible outside of the cobwebs.
“Nice to meet you.” A supposedly friendly smile crossed his lips. Really, it looked more like a irritable grin.

Frecks flattened her ears as she noticed Tunnelheart avoid her eyes and she looked down at her paws. Vision blurring with an unknown emotion and hot anger and frustration welling up in her. Claws sliding out insanely as she suddenly looked up at Tunnelheart, "What's the matter with you?! Did you get conked on your head so hard that you STILL can't tell how much I-" she gritted her teeth and looked at Venomstrike sharply, frustration making her puff out her cheeks with her vision blurring still with hot tears of anger an she bit her lip hard. 'He will never know how much I care about him...Mousebrain...' But Venomstrike's words stirred her lifeless heart and a ripple of calming spread through her ruffled fur and smoothed her pelt out. Scoffing and purring chokedly, "Pretty she-cat, my eye."

"Oh no?" He said to her quietly. "you are more beautiful than the sun my princess. You are more beautiful than all the twinkling stars in the sky," He then turned back to Tunnelheart. He sat and then smiled. "its nice to meet you too." His voice dipped to be a little bit more menacing, but it was hard to tell because Venomstrike's voice was already pretty dark. "Tunnelheart. I heard it was a pretty vicious mouse, you're lucky you came out alive." He teased lightheartedly.

Maybe it was his time away from others an all, but the dark tabby had become majorly confused in a matter of moments. Unlike his confusion as a kit, it struck a cord; threatening to throw him in one emotional direction or another at a moment’s notice. For now, he just stood there- finally turning to Frecklegaze with a highly perplexed look.
It was gone in seconds. He realized the she-cat was upset. He felt his stomach turn to ice. What had he done? Was it that he couldn’t look at her, knowing that he could’ve spelled the end of them all by unleashing a crazed dog upon the clan?
He honestly didn’t know. He had never been the most emotionally perceptive tom- on top of that, the head hit actually hadn’t helped. Nor had the trauma of it all, which still had him fading into a feverish nightmare like state at random moments.
He glanced at Venom. He didn’t know the warrior..He really wished he wasn’t getting to know him now. He felt himself snort, short tail hairs sticking behind him. Oh, nice- a joke, huh? The snort turned into a full blown laugh; cracked and wicked. Not at all amusing, but cold and wrathful.
“It was a dog, not a mouse. The next time one comes along, perhaps you should deal with it on your own.” He was not in the mood for jokes. He was not in any type of mood at all.

Venomstrike puffed up his chest. The words that cut out of the dark young warrior's mouth sounded like a challenge and sent cold adrenaline through Venomstrike's body like ice-water running through fur in the middle of a hot green-leaf. He flexed his claws and narrowed his duel colored eyes. "Only a moron would attack a dog. I would have run. but no. you probably taught it noble of you to jump in to save you're clan mates. News flash. You aren't a hero. just a sad sap who barley made it out alive." His shoulders rolled and muscles rippled. He could easily take on the injured tom and win.

Shouldering between them heatedly, her maw just a whisker from Tunnelheart's she snarled viciously, "QUIT IT YOU IDIOTS!" anger and hatred coming off her pelt in waves. Didnt they see how stupid they were being towards each other?! Eyes burning with a fire deep into the tom she thought she loved's dazzling violet eyes that still took her breath away. But not now when her fur was puffed up until she was roughly the size of a badger filled with livid anger. He didnt understand!
Before her thoughts could whirl and make sense of her emotions, she cleared Tunnelhearts confusion by hotly planting her maw on his in a punishing, angry kiss. Striving to show him why she was so upset...

Venomstrike words brought the smile back to the tom’s face; a corrupted, twisted laughter ringing out loud enough for all to hear once again. His tail slashed more crazily now, but his claws remained sheathed and his fur did not rise anymore than it had already.
“Is that what you think I think, Venomstrike? I am under no illusions. However, killing a dog that I unleashed myself to prevent it from tearing apart the camp and everyone in it-
well, I think my choice, regardless of my own weakness, was the better option.”
The Tunnelheart before these two cats was not the old Tunnelheart. His body was the same, if more battered and bruised, but his inside had change- he may have taken this crap from Venom if it had occurred before, but his days of innocent thought and obedience where over. He had always been an oblivious cat; caught up in his own daydreams, thoughts, and general warm spirit.
He was no longer oblivious to the evil. He saw it in the dog, he saw it in the cats, he saw it everywhere. This revelation had ripped away his dreams and shredded his innocence, in exchange for a brain that continued to function with grim reality and truth revealed. Nothing would surprise him anymore- nothing would shock him and reduce him to the lowness he had been. His heart, once large and impressionable, had hardened.
As it remained when he and Freckle met; a scarred rock, now frozen as was his body. In that one gesture, it made sense- the reason why she was acting as she was. His thoughts came grinding to a halt, then went into overdrive; a tangling forest of unreadable script.
She had liked him all this time? Fool! How could he not have noticed? That his best friend, the one he had grown up with, had feelings with him more than just friendship? The thought of romance had not met the naive tom’s mind, but he could see it now. Their lonely adventures, their camaraderie...
He had been too busy daydreaming, too busy thinking.. About everything that meant nothing.
It had hit him so hard, it was if he had been smashed between the dog’s teeth all over again. If he had only noticed.. How could it have been? He had hurt her, hurt her bad. But if he had not, and he had realized.. How would it have been? How would he have felt? How did he feel…Now?
He felt nothing.
He took a step backward, and removed himself from the Freckle; glancing at nothing with a gaze as dead as a corpse.

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Dragoncoil's eyes slitted contentedly, now he would be left to grieve in peace and have no stress over fickle worries in his former position of deputy. A sigh of relief escaped him and he managed a proud, if somewhat dead purr when his daughter obtained the position she had so well deserved. Frecklegaze stifled a snort as finally her father was called to step down; a knot of worry deep down inside her easing slightly when he was relieved of his position. Good...now the old coot could relax and simply worry about grass growing... She loathed her father now more than ever and had avoided him every chance she got. It wasnt hard; he never walked her way as he had given up his feeble attempt at trying to restore their family connection when she pulled away from her so-called father with a look of hatred and confusion at his late labor. She twitched her ears just in time to capture the words of fine excellence and truth from her leader; eyes widening in slight surprise as she was named deputy. "Wha-?" she couldnt help breathing as Weaselfang purred in amusement at her along with the others of her Clan. Finally, her ambition had been realized. Her driving passion for power and leadership had consumed her like a raging fire from all her hard work she knew she had trained for the best and now she was truly getting it...Deputyship...
She forgot all about Harlequin's necklace just then and basked in the praise and glory of her Clanmates, Venomstrike and her earned position; chest puffed out proudly for all to see as she strode towards her leader and told him loudly, "You have just made the best decision of your entire life," an impeccable smile on her beaming, young face.
The tomcat dipped his head "I'm sorry frecklestorm, but my best decision was when I put my clan before my wants in the beginning, for now I get to see you get what you deserve, the trust of the clan, for I know you will never betray us." He rumbled, looking tired before sliding carefully off the broken rock, instead of jumping like he usually did.
A twinge of guilt suddenly hit her heart painfully, but she merely winked, "You know, I was just messing with you..." an easy smile and puffing up proudly more than before. Weaselfang came up to her, his eyes glittering knowingly, and she growled a happy little grumble, "You seem to have more faith in me than any cat..." she mewed softly, looking suddenly at Dragoncoil with ears pinned back. She didnt have faith in herself with Harlequin, for she wondered how far was too far upon reaching for the necklace of her dreams. She awoke every night in the middle of night crying out in shakes with her lust for the glittering beauty...How far would she go for the priceless trinket? It scared her just thinking about the monster within...She had to constantly fight with in her turmoil of good vs evil deep inside herself. But the look in her idol's eyes and the truth in her leader's words may just be that much stronger. Only time would tell which would best the other...

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Design/Art (c) WesternFreckles
Reference (c) snarbs