Blackstar || ShadowClan

[Badger]

B L A C K S T A R

30 Moons | Tom | ShadowClan | Leader

"I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it.
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but chains and whips excite me."

white tom with jet black paws and icy blue eyes

''APPEARANCE;;
Blackfoot is an unusual looking tom. He has four jet black paws and black rimmed ears. His pelt is white, and very thick, but across chest is a long, broad scar. The fur is parted, so it can easily be seen. His shoulders are broad and full of muscle, making him a formidable opponent. In battle he is fierce, but sometimes clumsy. His paws are large, making it hard to move in combat sometimes. Other times, he uses this to his advantage. Another advantage, is his striking blue eyes. They are pale, they almost look gray. They are always glaring with suspicion when it comes to cats outside his clan. Toward his clan, his eyes are always gentle, tender, and proud.

''PERSONALITY;; Blackfoot is too proud for his own good. He hates to ask help from anyone. When it does, it is because he has no other option. He is almost always hostile toward the other clans and if they ask for his help, he likes to believe that the other clan owes him something. He knows he doesn't own other clans, but if he helps someone, he expects them to pay him back for his help. Blackfoot is also very stubborn. If he wants something, he will stop at nothing to get it. This makes him a dangerous leader. He sticks to the warrior code, but he will kill if he has to.

''HISTORY;;

''KIT LIFE;;
Blackkit was a mistake. One, big mistake. He was the son of a medicine cat named Moonfur. She had fallen in love with a warrior in RiverClan at a gathering. Moonfur had gone off into loner territory to give birth, taking the necessary herbs for kitting with her. She had four kits, all but one died. Blackkit was the only survivor. She had her sister, Ivyfang, take him and nurse him. Ivyfang's other two kits, two she-cats, had been taken by a fox when they had wandered out of camp looking for an adventure. Blackkit thrived under her care and grew quickly in size and strength. Soon, he became too rough with the other kits and Ivyfang had to separate him from her kits. It wasn't soon after that did he become known as Blackpaw.

''APPRENTICE;;
Blackpaw was a muscular apprentice from the start. He could run almost as fast as any warrior and fight half as hard. His mentor was Ashstar, leader of ShadowClan. He trained him well, teaching him every fighting move. Even the 'Killer Bite'. Ashstar warned Blackpaw never to use it unless he absolutely had to. Blackpaw agreed to that, but there would be a day when he would use it. He was twelve moons old and he couldn't sleep. He was the only apprentice and the coldness of the den disturbed him. Suddenly, he saw shadows moving outside the den and crept silently from his nest. He looked through the brambles that guarded the entrance to the apprentice den and saw cats moving stealthily though the camp. He opened his mouth and realized it was WindClan, and they had several warriors and a few apprentices! They were attacking the camp! He burst out of the apprentice den and yowled. "Intruders!" Cats exploded out of their dens all around the camp, snarling and hissing as they fell on the attacking WindClan. As soon as Blackpaw had yowled the warning, he launched himself at a WindClan tom and realized it was Ratstar! The apprentice snarled savagely and beat the leader with his long claws. Ratstar dodged some of them, and soon pinned Blackpaw down. Before he could rip a hole in the apprentice's shoulder, Ashstar, leader of ShadowClan, yowled and the fighting stopped at once. The two clans parted to reveal Ratstar on top of Blackpaw. "Ratstar! Why have you come and attack ShadowClan while we are unprepared! That is weakness!" Ashstar snarled. "StarClan told me you do not belong in the forest! They have told us to drive you away!" Ratstar growled back. "You lying heap of fox dung! Get out of my camp now or I'll force you out!" Ashstar threatened. Ratstar snarled and yowled with rage, biting into Blackpaw's shoulder. The apprentice screamed with pain the battle exploded into action once more. A flash of silver caught Blackpaw's eye and he saw that Moonfur was dragging Ratstar off of him. The WindClan leader turned on the medicine cat and bit deep into her neck, the blood gushing out. "No!" Blackpaw yowled and swept himself onto his paws. He launched himself at Ratstar and used a forbidden move. He leaped onto Ratstar's back and buried his teeth in the back of the tom's neck, snapping his jaws closed on the WindClan leader's spine. Instantly, Ratstar collapsed onto the ground. Dead. Horrified with himself, Blackpaw backed up several paces, bumping into another WindClan cat who was a large ginger she-cat. She spun around with a hiss of fury and immediately saw Ratstar's limp body. "Ratstar!" She squealed and the fighting came to an abrupt halt. The WindClan cats looked at Ratstar, picked up his body, and bolted. Blackpaw looked at Moonfur as she slowly bled out. Blackpaw padded over to her. "Blackpaw." She whispered. "Moonfur. I'm sorry. I tried." He whispered back. Moonfur was his mother, though he didn't know it. He loved her all the same, always going to her for advice. "Don't worry about that, Blackpaw. There's something you need to know." She coughed, her body trembling with the effort to breath. "Yes, Moonfur?" He asked. "Ivy... Ivyfang isn't your mother. I am." She wheezed. Blackpaw knew he should have been shocked to hear this, but he knew from all the times he ever talked to her, he had suspected it. He nuzzled her as the last breath left her body and she became forever silent. He sighed with sadness. "Blackpaw. Step forward." Blackpaw looked up to see the clan gathered around Ashstar. All of them were bleeding badly, even Blackpaw himself. He sighed and looked down and Moonfur with sadness, his eyes showing he felt defeated. Slowly, he rose to his paws and padded sulkily toward Ashstar. "I, Ashstar, leader of ShadowClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend him to you as a warrior in his turn. Blackpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?" Ashstar waited for Blackpaw to respond. Blackpaw looked sadly at Moonfur and sighed. He turned back to Ashstar, his blue eyes blazing with determination. "I do." He said, his voice strong and firm. "Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Blackpaw, from this moment you will be known as Blackfoot. StarClan honors your strength and thoughtfulness, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ShadowClan. According to tradition, you must sit silent vigil until dawn while the rest of us sleep." Ashstar said before heading to his den. "Ashstar, I... I want to bury Moonfur first." He requested. Ashstar's eyes flashed with understanding and he nodded. Blackfoot slung Moonfur over his back, letting her head rest between his ears, and trudged out of camp along. He gently slid her off his back near a wild rose bush. He dug, his paws staining with mud quickly, as rain poured down in sheets. It seemed like StarClan themselves were grieving for the loss of Moonfur. When the hold was dug, Blackfoot gently put her back on his back and slipped into the deep hole just in front of the rose bush. He placed her carefully so it looked like she was curled up, sleeping. He licked her cheek and nuzzled her lovingly, before jumping out of the hole and burying her forever. He sighed as padded to the roses and plucked the most beautiful of them all. He laid it on the grave. "Good bye, mother." He whispered and walked back to camp, his head down and his tail trailing through the mud. Back at camp, he sat his vigil and stared at the stars, wondering which one was Moonfur.

''WARRIOR;;
As a warrior, Blackfoot held his feelings to himself. He bottled them up and always acted with his clan as his first priority. He fought each battle like it was his last and took joy in each victory he helped get. When he was sixteen moons old, Ashstar awarded his hard work with an apprentice named Rosepaw. She was a silver she-cat, just like Moonfur. Blackfoot was honored to have her and was choked with emotion as he greeted her as a mentor would greet his apprentice with the touch of their noses. He felt as if he would burst with pride as he took Moonfur out to show her the territory. Two moons passed and Blackfoot was once against asleep in his nest when he heard hushed voices. He crept toward the entrance of the den and scented the air. WindClan! "ShadowClan! Attack!" He yowled as he sprang from the den. Once more, cats exploded from their dens and fell on the WindClan cats like a rockfall. The battle raged for what seemed like seasons when Blackfoot heard a cat shriek with pain of the other side of the clearing. Blackfoot knew instantly who it was. No! Not again! Please, StarClan! Not again! Blackfoot threw himself across the clearing to where he saw Moonfur bravely fighting a tom twice her size. He forced his way through the fighting, screeching cats, but he wasn't fast enough. He watched with horror as the newest leader of WindClan, Harestar who was a large tom, pin Moonfur to the ground and ripped a hole in her shoulder. She cried out with pain and Blackfoot threw cats out of his way, not caring if they were his own clan or WindClan. As he reached Harestar, he leaped and landed on the tom. Blackfoot realized he was twice Harestar's size, but he didn't care. With a snarl, he ripped all of his claws up and down Harestar's body while biting his neck and shoulders. Harestar screeched for mercy, but Blackfoot was deaf to his cries. Suddenly, something latched onto Blackfoot's scruff and hauled him off. He flailed and yowled with rage as he spun onto his attacker. He stopped as he realized it was Ashstar. The look on his leader's face chilled Blackfoot's blood to ice. Slowly, he turned to Harestar and saw the tom writhing on the ground, his body shaking out of control. Blackfoot's breath caught in his throat as he saw Harestar stop moving all together for what seemed like moons. Then his eyes snapped open and he yowled with pain and fear as the wounds were too great to heal. He was dying nine times! Blackfoot was horrified with himself as Harestar reached his last life and died. He let out a shaky breath and looked at Moonfur. She too was dead. "No..." He whispered. He flattened his ears and shook his head side to side vigorously. "No! No!" He yowled. He turned to Ashstar. "I-I-I didn't mean to! I-I... He was... killing her! He was killing her! Just like... Just like Moonfur!" His voice shook with the pain of losing his two closest friends, Moonfur and Rosepaw. His heart pounded in his chest. "I was only trying to protect her, Ashstar! You must understand! I didn't mean to kill him!" As he spoke with panic making his voice high pitched, Blackfoot thought about what this could mean for him. "It's okay, Blackfoot. It was an accident, right?" Ashstar asked gently. Blackfoot gulped and nodded. "We have more deaths to grieve for than just those two." The cats parted to reveal a heap of black fur. Blackfoot drew in a slow breath. It was Deadear, ShadowClan's deputy. His name was Deadear because he was deaf in his left ear. Blackfoot knew that Deadear was his father. So now, the tom had no family left. Suddenly, he heard Ashstar's voice ringing across the clearing. He looked around, confused, and saw that Harestar's body had disappeared, as had WindClan, and Ashstar was at the front of the clearing. "I say these words before StarClan, that the spirits of our warrior ancestors and Deadear may hear and approve of my choice. The new deputy of ShadowClan is Blackfoot." Blackfoot could hardly believe his ears. He was to be ShadowClan's deputy. I know I should be happy, but why could it not be Deadear saying the ceremony instead of Ashstar? Why did he have to die? Blackfoot raised his head. "I accept." He mewed. He turned to Rosepaw and slung her over his body. He was going to bury her next to Moonfur. He went to the grave and dug the hole before placing Rosepaw inside of it just as he had done for Moonfur. Again, he took a rose and planted it on her grave. He lied between the graves, his paws curled under him, and his hanging down, for three days. His clan mates tried desperately to get him to come back to camp, but every time he refused. They brought him fresh kill regularly, but it all went untouched. Finally, on the fourth day, he rose. He looked at both graves bleakly. "Good bye, my friends." He muttered and went back to camp. What he realized when he got there was horrible. Ashstar was lying in the middle of the clearing. What got Blackfoot's heart racing was when he saw that Ashstar's body was coated with blood. His eyes searched the clearing and every cat seemed to be bloody and ruffled. "What happened!?" He demanded. "While you were off grieving for a moon, a fox attacked the camp! Thanks for helping." Blackfoot's eyes widened to size of moons as he scented the air and did, in fact, realize it smelled strongly of fox. He sighed and his tail drooped. "How many times will I fail this clan?" He asked himself. "I give it about five more times." A young warrior growled at him. "Shut up, Marshfur!" A deep voice boomed. Blackfoot turned to see Redclaw, his best friend, stalking toward them. Blackfoot closed his eyes, waiting for Redclaw to rebuke him for not staying in camp, but the ginger tom only blinked at him sympathetically. "You must travel the Crystal Cave." He muttered. Blackfoot nodded and rounded up five warriors and left. That night, he received his nine lives and came home the next day as Blackfoot.


Lives received:

Ashstar - Loyalty
Moonfur - A Mother's Love
Rosepaw - Compassion
Deadear - Courage
Harestar - Judgement
Ivyfang - Truth
Ratstar - Humility
Toadpaw (not mentioned in history) - Justice
Leafpelt (not mentioned in history) - Energy

''RP EX;;
Smokepaw
Don't go where the path may lead,
Go instead where there is no path, and leave a trail

The black tom listened to Stonekit. "Yes, Hawkfur was like a Mr. Mom to be after my mother died. He cared about me as if I were actually his son." Smokepaw purred, thinking of Hawkfur. Then the kit said he couldn't wait to be an apprentice. Smokepaw's thoughts immediately flashed over to a cat he had heard of, an old leader of ShadowClan, who had broken the warrior code by apprenticing cats before they were six moons old. He loved to hear about it, and maybe Stonekit would too. "Let me tell you another story. This one is about a tom named Brokenstar." Smokepaw mewed, shifting in his nest to get comfortable. "See, Brokenstar was born outside of the camp in ShadowClan's territory. His mother was Yellowfang, and she was a medicine cat. Medicine cats are not allowed to fall in love, and they are absolutely forbidden to have kits! Well, Yellowfang had three kits, two daughters and a son. One daughter died before she was born, the other died shortly after entering the world. Now the tom, he was angry the moment he was born. As soon as Yellowfang touched him, he let out a fearsome yowl." Smokepaw began the story.

He gazed at Stonekit as if he could actually see him. "He was strong from the start and Yellowfang had considered killing the kit when she saw him. She didn't know a kit could hold so much anger, but then he purred and started to suckle. Yellowfang knew she couldn't kill him now that the kit was feeding. She named him Brokenkit because it felt like there was a hole in her chest when she realized she couldn't keep her son. But what made this situation all the more dreadful was that Raggestar, leader of ShadowClan, was Brokenkit's father!" Smokepaw blinked his eyes, trying to remember every detail of the story as he had been told in the nursery by his mother. "Well, Yellowfang buried her daughters and took Brokenkit back to the camp. Raggedstar was waiting in the clearing and raced over as soon as he saw Yellowfang. But he wasn't looking at her, he was looking at his son. He took the kit from her and they took him to the nursery where a queen named Lizardstripe was nursing her two kits." The black tom spoke softly.

"At first, Lizardstripe refused to nurse Brokenkit, but Raggedstar snarled, saying that it was an honor to care for a leader's kit. She seemed taken aback by his sudden ferocity and took the kit and nursed him. Yellowfang told her that the kit's name was Brokenkit. It suited him well, because his tail was crooked so the clan would think that he was named for his broken tail, not the broken heart he had forced upon Yellowfang. She had to watch him grow up from the other side of the clearing, knowing that she could never tell him who his mother was. Well, Brokenkit became Brokenpaw and was trained by Raggedstar. Then he became Brokentail and got his own apprentice. Brokentail then became deputy after killing Raggedstar's second command in the forest. Raggedstar was too proud of his son to see the murderous cat that Brokentail was. He didn't realize how treacherous his son was until it was too late. Brokentail lured his father into the forest and killed him and was named Brokenstar. Well, Brokenstar was very ambitious and started to break the warrior code. He started assigning kits to mentors before they were six moons old. Many kits died and he blamed Yellowfang for their deaths, claiming that she was killing them." Smokepaw growled. He had heard of Yellowfang, and knew she wasn't responsible for the kits' deaths.

"She was chased away from ShadowClan and found by Bluestar's warrior Fireheart. Fireheart was a kittypet, but because he was part of a prophecy from StarClan Bluestar had to let him into ThunderClan. Bluestar's deputy at the time was Tigerclaw, but I'll tell his story to you later if you want. Anyway, Fireheart found Yellowfang in the forest. She was sick, injured, ungroomed, and half starved. She and Fireheart fought, and Yellowfang was impressed. They were found by a patrol after Fireheart hunted for Yellowfang to keep her strength up. The patrol took them to the ThunderClan camp and Yellowfang was treated as a prisoner. Fireheart got into trouble for hunting for Yellowfang when he was supposed to be hunting for his own clan. As punishment, he had to look after Yellowfang until she was better. But this wasn't the end of Brokenstar's reign of trouble." Smokepaw mewed. The den was getting cooler, indicating that the sun was sinking. A terrified yowl rang out in the clearing.

Stonekit! Stonekit! Where are you!? It was one of the queens and she sounded frantic. "Uh oh..." Smokepaw muttered. "Stay here." He mewed and quickly leaped out of the nest, trotting into the clearing quickly. He scented out the queen and rushed over. "No need to worry! He is with me in my den." Smokepaw reassured her. He heard her gasp loudly. What's wrong with him!? She wailed. "Nothing is wrong, I am just telling him a few stories. I'll bring him to the nursery when the story is finished." Smokepaw promised. He turned his back on her then and returned to his nest. "All better." He mewed with an annoyed sigh. He climbed into the nest and continued. "Anyway, Brokenstar sent one of his elite warriors and stole kits from ThunderClan. Tigerclaw was quick to throw blame at Yellowfang and when the clan gathered around her nest, she was gone! Disappeared! The clan was more convinced now that she was the one who took the kits.

But that wasn't the case. She had gone out to look for the kits. Back at camp, however, Fireheart had found Spottedleaf, medicine cat of ThunderClan at the time, laying dead behind the nursery. He was outraged! He was in love with the medicine cat, and the medicine cat was in love with him! Furious, Fireheart prayed that Yellowfang hadn't been the one to kill Spottedleaf and take the kits. Bluestar knew that Fireheart had a bond with Yellowfang, so she sent him out with his best friend Graystripe to find the kits and to bring Yellowfang back to camp. It was stormy at the time, so it was hard for Fireheart to pick up her scent. He finally got it and traced her scent toward ShadowClan territory." Smokepaw took a quick breath and continued. "Back at camp, a warrior named Whitestorm declared that it couldn't have been Yellowfang, that she was under watch the entire time. The clan just growled and another warrior named Mousefur was sent to check Spottedleaf for gray fur between her claws. It was confirmed that it wasn't gray fur between the dead medicine cat's claws, but brown fur! It was one of Brokenstar's warriors!" Smokepaw growled. He himself was getting into the story.

"So, a patrol was sent out to find Yellowfang. The patrol included six warriors: Whitestorm, Mousefur, Dustpelt, Frostfur, Brackenfur, and Longtail. All were formidable warriors of ThunderClan. Bluestar was careful not to let Tigerclaw out of camp. She knew he was out for blood! She told him that she needed him to guard the camp in case ShadowClan attacked. Fireheart found Yellowfang along with the scent of blood from Frostfur's kits. It was her three kits that were stolen. The patrol met Yellowfang and confronted her. Fireheart told them that Yellowfang told him and Graystripe that it was Clawface, Brokenstar's warrior, that took the kits. Yellowfang came up with a plan to go to ShadowClan's camp and be taken in as a prisoner. She told them to wait for her yowl to attack the camp. The plan was set in motion and the fight was fierce! Kits of ShadowClan were forced to fight the ThunderClan warriors! But the warriors just flicked them away gently and told them that this wasn't their fight. One by one, Brokenstar and his guard of elite warriors were forced to retreat."

"Brokenstar declared that the fight wasn't over, that he would return and kill them all. He became a rogue with his band of warriors and a cat named Nightpelt became leader in Brokenstar's place. But because Brokenstar had most of his lives still, and was still alive in general, Nightpelt wasn't given any lives, but still took the name 'star'. Then one day, Brokenstar's rogues attacked the ThunderClan camp and were once again forced to retreat. Except this time, Brokenstar didn't go with them. Yellowfang had become ThunderClan's medicine cat in Spottedleaf's place. She blinded Brokenstar and he was put under close watch. The duty of guarding him was given to the strongest, bravest warriors of ThunderClan. However, Tigerclaw, who had become Bluestar's deputy after her other deputy, Lionheart, died in the battle against Brokenstar's rogues. Before him was Redtail, and he was killed by Tigerclaw. I'll you Tigerclaw's story tomorrow if you wish. Anyway, Tigerclaw plotted with Brokenstar's rogues and one day, Tigerclaw sent out as many warriors and apprentices for patrols as he could. It was a very well thought plan, because only three warriors were left to guard ThunderClan's camp. Fireheart himself was out assessing his apprentice Cinderpaw.

Tigerclaw led the rogues into the camp, making it look as though the rogues were chasing him. Fireheart saw Tigerclaw being chased and realized that Tigerclaw was leading the rogues to the camp. The fiery tom ran as fast as he could back to the camp! He needed to warn ThunderClan. He was too late! He heard Tigerclaw's battle cry. ThunderClan! On me! Attack! Tigerclaw yowled. Fireheart launched himself into battle, knowing that Tigerclaw had set up this attack on the camp. In the midst of the fighting, Fireheart found an apprentice named Thornpaw and ordered him to go find the patrols as fast as he could, tell them that the camp was under attack, and return to camp. Thornpaw was the fastest cat in ThunderClan and soon Whitestorm's hunting patrol of six were bearing down on the rogues. Heartbeats later, Sandstorm's border patrol of five arrived, and then Brackenfur's border patrol of seven. The rogues fought harder than ever. Fireheart realized, however, that Brokenstar was fighting as well despite his blindness. He had jumped on his guard, Dustpelt, and was fighting strongly. Blindness did not weaken Brokenstar in the slightest."

"Fireheart also realized he couldn't see Tigerclaw anywhere. Panicing, Fireheart raced to Bluestar's den, but stopped when he heard voices inside. Tigerclaw! What are you doing in here? The rogues are out... Tigerclaw! What are you doing? I am your leader, do as I say! Fireheart heard Bluestar growled. Not any more. Today is the day that you die, Bluestar. I'll kill you as many times as I need to until you hunt with StarClan! Tigerclaw snarled. Fireheart heard the sandy floor of Bluestar's den swish and heard an agonized yowl. He raced inside to see Tigerclaw bearing down on Bluestar, his sharp teeth only a whisker from her throat as she tried desperately to throw him off of her. His weight was too much. Fireheart laughed himself at Tigerclaw, Tigerclaw's teeth only just grazing Bluestar's exposed throat. The battle between Fireheart and Tigerclaw was fierce! But Tigerclaw was finally pinned down by Fireheart. He struggled against Tigerclaw's strength, but he was weak from his fight with Fireheart. Bluestar! You have to help me hold him down! Fireheart pleaded to Bluestar who had moved to the corner of the den, crouching on the sandy floor and trembling as if she were faced with rows and rows of enemy cats. She was still stunned, but she wobbled over to Tigerclaw and Fireheart in what seemed like slow motion.

She held him down and a few heartbeats later, Graystripe burst into the den. He was shocked to see Bluestar and Fireheart holding down the struggling Tigerclaw who was growing weaker because he was heavily injured, thanks to Fireheart. What happened in here!? Graystripe demanded. I'll explain later. Just help Bluestar hold down Tigerclaw! Fireheart mewed. Graystripe did as he was told and Fireheart rushed back into the clearing. The rogues had fled and the camp was half destroyed, blood, fur and parts of the dens scattered about. In the center of the camp, Brokenstar laid bleeding while the warriors of ThunderClan advanced toward him, snarling, hissing, and spitting at him, all their fur bristling as if he were a hoard of badgers. Fireheart quickly joined the warriors, stalking toward Brokenstar with fire in his eyes, and hatred for the tom in his heart. You treated you well, Brokenstar. We fed you, and treated your wounds! We kept you under guard, yes, but we took care of you! Why did you attack our camp!? Fireheart demanded, the other warriors surrounded Brokenstar, but kept behind Fireheart so the orange tom could question Brokenstar's motives." Smokepaw stifled a yawn, his whiskers trembling, as he continued.

"Brokenstar just struggled to his paws, staring defiantly at Fireheart with his sightless amber eyes. I don't want your kindness and care! You call yourself warriors!? I would've won this battle if not for my blindness! He struck out at Fireheart, but Fireheart swiped at Brokenstar's head, claws unsheathed, and swatted the former leader to the ground with a heavy thud. The ThunderClan warriors purred with laughter and stalked closer to Brokenstar, claws out and teeth bared. It was clear they all wanted to be part of Brokenstar's death. But then Yellowfang forced her way into the small clearing of cats where Fireheart held his paw up, claws gleaming in the pouring rain, yes it was storming again during the battle. It was new leaf when this happened. Fireheart's eyes were like green fire as he aimed another blow for Brokenstar's head. Yellowfang gasped and threw herself over Brokenstar, fur bristling and claws out with her teeth bared. Her eyes were blazing. Can't you see he is injured enough!? Leave him be and I'll deal with the rat! Yellowfang hissed and dragged Brokenstar carefully to her den in the medicine cat clearing. The cats of ThunderClan were puzzled by Yellowfang's fierce protectiveness over Brokenstar, but didn't object. Fireheart went to go make sure that Brokenstar didn't injure the medicine cat, but as he neared the bramble screen to enter, he heard Yellowfang talking to Brokenstar.

I can't believe my own son would do such a thing! She growled as she stared at Brokenstar. I gave birth to you thirty-three moons ago. Your sisters died, one before she was even born, and the other shortly after. I thought StarClan blessed me for you surviving, but I was wrong. You, my son, were a murderer, a monster, from the start! Yellowfang hissed quietly, careful not to let the other cats in the clearing hear her. You stupid flea-bag! I am not your son, I am Lizardstripe's son! Medicine cats can't have kits! Brokenstar spat at Yellowfang. That's why I had to give you up! Yellowfang snapped. It pained me deeply knowing you would never know you were my son, yet I had to watch you grow up big and strong from across the camp. Then you killed out deputy when you became a warrior and then you took his place. Soon after, you killed your own father! How could you? Yellowfang asked, her voice soft with grief for Raggestar. He was weak, like everyone else. He deserved to die. Brokenstar growled. Fireheart watched as Yellowfang pulled out a leaf wrap. Three objects shone in the dim light of the medicine clearing. Death berries!" Smokepaw paused. "Personally, I loathe death berries and will only use them if I really have to. But anyway, Fireheart watched as Yellowfang gave the death berries to Brokenstar. Here, she mewed, these will help ease the pain. She told him. Grumbling, Brokenstar ate the death berries.

A few heart beats passed before he started to make a horrible choking sound, his moth gaping open in a silent wail. His legs stretched as he struggled for breath. Fireheart was appalled! It seemed like several seasons passed before a massive shudder shook Brokenstar's body. No longer will cause any cat any pain. Yellowfang sighed, her voice tired and weary with grief. Then he lay still, his blind, amber eyes staring sightlessly at Fireheart as though the dead leader could see Fireheart in his last moments of life. Fireheart used his tail flick the bramble screen and walked in as though he had just arrived, and not witnessed Yellowfang killing Brokenstar, her own son. Yellowfang's head snapped up and she saw Fireheart. His wounds were to great. I couldn't save him..." Smokepaw looked at Stonekit. "And that is the story of Brokenstar, the most ruthless leader in all of clan history, except for... er... well, that's a story for another day." Smokepaw rose to his paws, not sure if Stonekit was still even awake. He picked up the kit carefully by the scruff in case he was asleep. Smokepaw backed out his den, so the brambles wouldn't touch Stonekit and wake him up if he was asleep. He padded to the nursery and set him down gently in the grassy clearing in front of the entrance. He stepped over Stonekit and poked his head into the nursery.

"I've finished my story. Stonekit is out here if you wish to gather him. I have to get a few things done in my den." He mewed softly to one of the queens. She rose to her paws, careful not to disturb her own sleeping kits, and picked up Stonekit outside of the nursery. She blinked her thanks to Smokepaw, who nodded in reply, and disappeared into the nursery. The black apprentice made his way back to his den. He sniffed along the rows of herbs in the medicine clearing, seeing what he needed more of. "Yarrow, catmint for leaf bare, water mint, juniper berries, and horsetail." He concluded before going to Hawkfur's nest and settling down for the night. He closed his eyes as sleep overtook him. But his dreams were filled with darkness.

The sun shone brightly in a clear, blue sky. The wind was a soft breeze, singing its beautiful song to Smokepaw. He discovered he could see. "I must be dreaming." He muttered. Smokepaw... A voice whispered softly in the breeze, echoing in his ears. Smokepaw... It sounded again. The black apprentice looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. He knew it was Hawkfur, and he longed to see his deceased mentor. Finally, he spotted the tom across the clearing, his snow white pelt shining like water under the sun. His black rimmed ears were perked forward and his amber eyes shone with happiness. Hawkfur was quickly closing the distance between himself and Smokepaw. "Hawkfur!" Smokepaw mewed joyfully. His his excitement turned to raw fear as Hawkfur leaped into the air in a wide arc. His white fur ripped off his body and he grew to five times his size, his muzzle growing in size, his lips drawn back, and large, white teeth glistened in the sun. Hawkfur had transformed into a large, furious dog. Smokepaw screeched with terror as the dog's teeth bit down deep into Smokepaw's foreleg. Pain surged through Smokepaw's body like a scorching fire.

Smokepaw jolted awake with a yowl of terror and found his world black once more. His foreleg still burned and he realized that the sun must've been shining through a hole in the ceiling of Smokepaw's stone den. He jumped to his paws, his leg already cooling in the shade. Heavy paw steps pounded in the medicine clearing and Smokepaw scented the air, realizing it was the warrior with a thorn in his pad yesterday. He could smell the warrior's fear scent and felt his breath hot on Smokepaw's face as the warrior thrust his head into Smokepaw's den. What happened!? Is there someone here? Are you okay? The warrior threw frantic questions at the Smokepaw. The apprentice felt his heart thudding in his chest loudly. He was sure the warrior could hear it. "I-I had a bad dream, that's all. I didn't mean to startle you." Smokepaw stuttered, still shaken from his dream. Smokepaw could hear the warrior let out a hefty breath of relief. Smokepaw realized that he too had been holding his breath, and released it as well. The black apprentice could feel the warrior's relief that all was well, but he could also feel him looking at Smokepaw with sympathy. It's okay, Smokepaw. It's not a big deal, I mean everyone has a nightmare sometimes, right? The warrior mewed, retreating into the clearing to let Smokepaw out of his den.

"I guess, but this one was... It was really scary. Anyway, I apologize again that I startled you. How many cats are out there waiting to hear that I was attacked?" Smoke joked. The warrior purred with amusement. Only the entire clan. Stormstar jumped from the tree stump so fast he practically left his entire pelt on it. The warriors raced out their dens thinking ShadowClan was among us, and the queens practically threw the kits into the nursery. The elders jumped out of their fur, and I, of course, came to save your pelt. The warrior flicked his tail. "Well, thanks for checking on me. But I'm fine." Smokepaw thanked the warrior and followed him out of the medicine clearing to the anxious WindClan beyond the brambles. Smokepaw's fine! He said it was just a horrible nightmare. The warrior assured the clan and they started to break up. Smokepaw headed for the nursery, poking his head inside and scenting Stonekit. "Hey Stonekit, may I have a word with you?" Smokepaw asked quietly, hearing the soft snores of the kits sleeping. He slipped out of the nursery and waited patiently for Stonekit.

Notes: Finally done!
Muse: Most excellent at 3,659 words.

That RP sample is from my character Smokepaw on a deceased Warrior Cats site.

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Well I didn't read it to see if you changed anything, but I like Blackstar. :] Good Luck.