Shadowheart / FogClan Council Member

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Name: Shadowheart Age: 27 moons Gender: Male Clan: FogClan Rank: Council Member (applying for deputy) Mate/Crush: Not yet Kits: Not yet Apprentice: Open/looking Appearance: Shadowheart has quite an interesting appearance, with his short, dark grey/white fur and amber eyes. He has the usual 'M' on his forehead, like every tabby, along with the stripes, which curl all around his body, tail and face. Beneath the dark grey tabby stripes, his fur is a lighter grey colour. There are even some splashes of white here and there across his face and chest. So, overall, his fur is quite average. It doesn't stand out or anything, but it does help him blend in with his surroundings. This tom's most interesting feature are his eyes. They stand out from his normal pelt, quite bright and round. There aren't any flecks of green or other shades of amber in his eyes, they are just the same colour throughout. His mother, Willowfang, had the same eyes, while his father's were a dull green colour. Luckily, out of the litter of four, Shadowheart managed to be the only one with the same eyes as his mother. Unlike his mother, Shadowheart has a long, quite skinny body. Willowfang was very small and short, while Flameheart's body was long and much like his own. With his lithe body, Shadowheart can run and move faster than the more bulkier cats. Beliefs: Being the FogClan deputy and all, believing in StarClan is a requirement. But, Shadowheart doesn’t really care about this stupid rule, and nor does he believe in the warrior ancestors. He believes Miststar and all the other cats who thought of this are insane and unstable. He was quite happy when she ‘disappeared’, but unfortunately, the rule stuck. Now Volepelt had taken over the leadership position, another crazy StarClan obsessed cat. Shadowheart wanted his place as leader (although Volepelt wasn’t exactly a leader, since he didn’t have his name or his nine lives), and to rule FogClan as it once was. Who cares about a bunch of dead cats, anyway? Even if they did exist, Shadowheart wouldn’t worship them like all the other mouse-brains in FogClan. He would not fear them if he somehow had proof of their existence, and he wouldn’t care about them at all. He would go about his life like normal, not caring about a bunch of dead cats in the stars. Personality: Shadowheart is a smooth, cunning tom. He can trick a cat easily, which he enjoys quite a bit. He usually plays mind tricks on them, and since he’s had many moons of experience with this, it usually works. If that doesn’t work, he’ll threaten the other. Being the deputy of FogClan, cats usually don’t want to get in his way. He could easily spread around a rumor about a certain disloyal, faithless cat in FogClan. This could definitely get them in a lot of trouble, so he uses this to his advantage. After all, who would believe a lower-rank feline over the deputy? This tom is quite calm, rarely fighting or arguing. The only time he loses this controlled temper is when he’s fighting, or rather, punishing. Hurting disloyal FogClan cats is quite the hobby for Shadowheart; he’ll always be the first to volunteer when there is a cat that needs punishing. He enjoys their pain, always telling them off and speaking about how traitorous they were. The only time Shadowheart dislikes punishing another, is when they had the courage to speak their mind about StarClan. He feels guilty inside, and he hates hurting those who are smart enough to question the warrior ancestors. But, if he refused to punish them, cats would start to have questions about the seemingly-faithful deputy. So, he tries to treat it as any other punishment, trying to ignore the guilt he feels. He just wishes he could confide in them, to tell the other faithless cat that he didn’t believe in them too, and that they weren’t alone. But, who knows what could happen if he let out his secret? The other FogClan cat might tell everyone, causing him to get punished himself. He might even get stripped of his high rank position, that he loves so much. No, it wasn’t worth it. But when he was leader, he would make sure to stop the punishing of the ‘sinners’, as some FogClan cats call them. However, he would gladly keep the tradition of punishing the disloyal cats. How dare they love someone outside their Clan? Or, even share a friendship with someone other than their Clanmates? Shadowheart believed these cats deserved pain and torture for being traitorous to their birth Clan. Earning Shadowheart’s trust is very hard; in fact, the only cat to ever fully earn his trust was his mother. She taught him so many skills, and she was always there for them. Although she wasn’t exactly kind like other Queens, she was a great mentor to the young deputy. His real mentor, Hawkthorn hardly taught him much in comparison. Willowfang was his true mentor, and he felt like he could trust her with his life. But, she had always taught him to never trust anyone to that degree, so he tried not to. Surprisingly, Shadowheart is a neat-freak. He can be extremely picky, and he always needs things organized in his way. He hates uncleanliness and makes sure each and every den is free from cobwebs and other unwanted dust and dirt. Often when things are too unclean, he would make another warrior clean it up. He absolutely hates getting his paws dirty, and he can get oddly frustrated when others don’t see how important organization is. Being organized was key to becoming a great Clan, yet no one else seemed to understand that. Hiding secrets is painful and hard, especially one as big as Shadowheart’s. He had always told himself that one day, FogClan would return to normal. But, the StarClan-crazy cats’ reign had been going on for such a long time. He had to hide his thoughts to everyone in his precious clan, always just nodding and smiling when they mentioned StarClan. On the inside, he felt quite alone. He wanted a friend like him, who was faithless yet loyal. Yet, it seemed as if no one was like this. They all worshiped some dead cats, always rambling on about their dreams and how StarClan was so wonderful. Perhaps they were hiding it, like him, but it didn’t really seem like it. Skills: Hunting: With his lithe, sleek body, hunting comes easily to Shadowheart. He had learned many skills from his ambitious mentor, and they had came quite in handy. After moons of learning and practicing as an apprentice, he can now successfully hunt and hide from his prey. Luckily, Shadowheart's fur is quite dark, which helps him hide in the hunting grounds. If he had had a bright pelt colour, hunting would have been much harder. Manipulating others: Shadowheart had learned this skill from his battle-hungry mother, Willowfang. She had taught him long ago how to trick his enemies into doing what he wanted, or to think something different. He could bend their thoughts with a few well-thought out sentences, all thanks to his mother. She had taught him everything he knew about manipulation, which has come in handy over the moons. Family: » Flameheart / Father / Alive (NPC) » Willowfang / Mother / Deceased » Silverclaw / Sister / Alive (NPC) History: » kithood No one in FogClan could understand why Willowfang and Flameheart became mates. Their personalities were completely opposite from another. Willowfang was an ambitious, cunning and manipulating she-cat, while Flameheart was a kind and relaxed tom, who didn’t dream about leadership and fierce battles as much as she did. The two of them had many arguments, and by the time Shadowheart and Silverclaw had been born, they had gone their separate ways. Willowfang had raised the two kits, although she wasn’t the ideal mother. She was strict and fierce, unlike the other Queens in the Nursery. The others were kind and sweet, telling wonderful stories about StarClan to their kits. Meanwhile, Willowfang was training Shadowheart and Silverclaw how to fight and hunt already. At once, she noticed that Silverclaw was not the leader type. She was shy, timid, and would much rather play with the other kits than train for hours outside. So, she focused much more on her only son, who she had taken a liking for. He was calm, yet intelligent. He didn’t have a hunger for battle as much as Willowfang, but he did enjoy the idea of the other Clans perishing. So, she abandoned her daughter, telling her to stay in the Nursery and to not bother them. Silverclaw felt left out, and a bit alone. But, she enjoyed the Nursery and the kits much more than training with her family. » apprenticeship By the time Shadowheart become an apprentice, he had already learnt many things about fighting and hunting. He wasn’t completely great at it, since he was just a small kit when he first started practicing. But, he did have more experience than the other apprentices. He had been given a mentor by the name of Hawkthorn, an ambitious but loyal tom. Hawkthorn wasn’t the greatest at teaching; in fact, Shadowheart quite disliked him and his lessons. So, he simply asked his mother to continue teaching him, to be his ‘secret’ mentor. She agreed, and they continued their lessons. But, this time everything was much harder. Willowfang made him practice moves over and over again, until he could do them as well as she could. After that, he had to put up with Hawkthorn’s lessons, which were boring in comparison. He didn’t learn much from the tom, who was clueless about Shadowheart’s other, much more-capable mentor. When Miststar became leader and issued the new warrior code, Willowfang grew angry. She was faithless, and didn’t believe in the warrior ancestors whatsoever. Shadowheart, at the time, didn’t know much about them and didn’t know what to believe, until Willowfang confronted him. “Shadowpaw, my son,” she had said one day, after a particular exhausting training session. “There is little left I can teach you about hunting or fighting. Now, I think you’re ready to learn something else.” At this point, Shadowheart had been curious. He had no clue what his mother was going to say next, so he had sat down, listening closely. “This is much more important to learn, in order to survive this new leadership. These crazy, flea-bitten StarClan-obsessed cats punish the faithless ‘sinners’ as they call us. I’ve clumsily revealed my beliefs when Owlstar was leader, not knowing this would happen. I've been keeping a low profile, but they will surely punish me soon enough." Willowfang had paused at this point, looking at Shadowheart with thoughtful eyes. "I can teach you how to trick and manipulate others to do your will, as I do. You just have to listen very closely, and promise to never tell any other soul about these lessons.” » life as a warrior Shadowheart had agreed, and the lessons had begun. They had lasted longer than the remaining moons in his apprentice life, and it wasn’t until he was a warrior that Willowfang had seemed content. She had passed all her knowledge onto her son at long last, after what seemed like ages of hard training. Now, at this point Willowfang was getting old. She had given up trying to become leader, as many cats knew she was faithless. Since before Miststar’s leadership, the knowledge that she didn’t believe in StarClan was very well spread around. Cats whispered behind her back, speaking about how disloyal and traitorous she seemed. Shadowheart knew this wasn’t the case, and pitied his mother, who could not take back what she had said in Owlstar’s time. It wasn’t long before the council decided to punish her, in front of everyone in FogClan. It was a joyous celebration for many, watching a sinner get punished. Shadowheart was forced to simply stand there and watch his mother get torn to pieces. She was fighting back, unlike many others. They had actually sent two toms to punish her, since they knew she was a fierce she-cat. But, these cats were young and stronger than her. In mere minutes, she had acquired many gaping wounds, which the medicine cat would have to refuse to mend. Shadowheart tried to remain calm and emotionless, but he couldn’t help himself. He had to help his mother, the only feline he had actually, completely trusted. So, he had run up to the slowly-dying Willowfang, who had slunk off to a far corner in the camp. He had sat beside her, trying to comfort her and fix her wounds. But, he was not a medicine cat, and it was completely useless. When her heartbeat slowly came to a stop, Shadowheart felt as if he would explode with anger and grief. He wanted to rip apart every cat that had anything to do with his mother’s death. He wanted them to feel the pain that Willowfang had felt as her life was ebbing away. But, he knew that he couldn’t take his revenge. If he revealed his beliefs, he would surely suffer the same death as Willowfang had. So, he remained silent, grieving over his lost mother. Flameheart and Silverclaw had tried to comfort him, but he pushed them away, saying he was fine. » the deputy of FogClan For many moons, Shadowheart had acted as a very loyal, faithful cat. He had punished those who were traitorous and those who were faithless, although he wished he didn’t have to hurt the cats who spoke out against the crazy, StarClan-obsessed felines. He had hopes of becoming leader and ending the extended warrior code. He wanted life in FogClan as it once was when he was just a kit, although he knew that wouldn’t happen for quite a while yet. When Miststar suddenly disappeared, his hopes of restoring FogClan soared. Volepelt had named him ‘temporary’ deputy, and now he was the only one who stood in his way. Once Volepelt was out of the picture, Shadowheart knew he could restore the warrior code even sooner than he thought. As long as the insane Miststar didn’t come back, everything was going to be fine, or so he hoped. Roleplay Example: ooc: I didn’t really have much to write about, so this sample is pretty short. It’s not really a great example of my writing. x-x A storm was raging in the lands of the Clans. Rain was pouring heavily down, while thunder rumbled and lightning lightened up the dark sky every few moments. Shadowheart was simply sitting under an old willow tree and watching the storm, thinking of his mother, who had died many moons before. He still felt an ache in his heart when someone mentioned her name, although he hid these feelings. Truthfully, he was still grieving over her. Not many cats really cared about Willowfang; she didn’t have many friends when she was still living. She hadn’t cared about this at all, though, and kept going strong. She was such an amazing role-model to Shadowheart, and he always looked up to her. She had thought of him before herself or really anyone else, always caring about his well-being. She wasn’t even like the other Queens, but she definitely knew how to raise a kit. Pushing away these thoughts about his mother, Shadowheart stood up, shaking some water out of his fur. He had been hunting, but had stopped when the rain had grown from just a sprinkling shower to a raging storm. Water was cold, wet, and it was very unpleasant when his fur was soaked with it. It took so long to dry, and Shadowheart would take hours grooming his pelt to perfection. He absolutely hated when his precious, usually smooth fur was all messed up. The thought that many cats kept their fur that way all of the time disgusted Shadowheart. How could they stand their pelt looking so horrible and unclean? Being the picky cat he is, Shadowheart couldn’t stand messes. He would always clean them up right away, or even get another cat to fix the mess if he didn’t want to touch it himself. Bored of waiting for the storm to cease, the deputy summoned up his courage and took a step out from his shelter. At once, his fur was completely soaked. Shivering, Shadowheart bolted back to camp as quickly as his legs could take him. He had forgotten about the prey he had caught, but it didn’t really matter. It was probably soaking wet; no cat would want to eat it, or even consider taking a bite of the soggy fresh-kill. When he got back to camp, he noticed at once that the clearing was completely empty. Everyone was probably hiding in their den, waiting for the storm to stop. But, it was still going strong and looked as if it wouldn’t end any time soon. With an annoyed flick of his tail, Shadowheart quickly headed to the warrior’s den. He was right; the den was full of a bunch of low-ranked warriors. Feeling superior, the dark tabby strode into the warm shelter, looking around with narrowed eyes, as if he were looking for sinners. He wasn’t, though, since he was faithless himself. He believed that StarClan was just a story you would tell a kit, not something that you should take seriously. But, no one in FogClan knew what Shadowheart believed. They thought he was faithful, like the rest of them. They didn’t know anything about him, and he would make sure to keep it that way. If he didn’t, he would surely get punished as his mother did, which is quite an awful way too die.

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