RiverClan tom seeking mate.

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    Shadestride, a brown tabby tom from RiverClan with yellow eyes, lived with a horrible memory. His father had been attacked by a gang of four rogues, and he watched him die. He wanted to help, he tried to help, but he'd always been so afraid of conflict! The rogues laughed at him and gave him a scar down the side of his face that would always remind him of the incident when he saw his reflection. He was so cheerful as an apprentice, always a joker and revered by his peers for his knack for using the shadows as cover when hunting. He hadn't been the same since he failed to save his father's life, and as he laid beside the water in his clan's territory, he stared down at his refection and remembered. He had been a coward. How could he forgive himself?

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    Skypudde walked around and saw shadestride sitting by the river she walked over to him"whats wrong shadestide?" she mewed she sat next to him

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    Shadestride looked up at the she-cat, sorrow in his eyes. "I-It's nothing.... well, no, it's definitely not nothing...... I just really wish I could've saved my father!" he finally admitted, lying his head on his front paws and closing his eyes tightly.


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    IC: lilly pelt over heard. "It's not your fault. Star clan has its reasons for picking cats out and putting them in star clan. He has a better reason to be in star clan than he does this clan. Listen, you have my shoulder to cry on. Everyone has scars... My sister daisy fur... She was killed..." She stopped as a tear rolled down her muzzle. She sniffed. "She was killed by my own father... He was punished with death... It turned out he worked for rouges.... And those rouges are holding my mother hostage. All I have is myself now..." She said. Three more tears rolled down her grey pelt, her blue eyes watery.
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