( 100 oneshots - no posting )

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&& retaking this challenge & will post some of the oneshots as open threads when they suit it.
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[align=center][sub][color=brown][font=georgia]Throughout his four years, Theodore had made an awful lot of introductions.

The first had been his birth, when his mother would name him Theodore Tormenta and his squirming form - alongside that of his siblings - had been cooed over and adored. Numerous introductions followed that first one, ranging from meeting other kittens to challenging loners on the boarder. Those introductions, although nerve racking at first, had been well worth it and he had played many games and made many friends.

There had been other introductions, for example his first introduction to vomiting. That had been after watching Amour Darling tear into her own daughter for changing her alliance from BloodClan to ThunderClan, and Theodore - Teddy, for he had gone by that name since his birth - had known at the tender age of four moons that he was not cut out for BloodClan.

And so he had left one moon later, throwing away every relationship he ever knew to join a ProClan, to join SkyClan. He'd made his introductions, BloodClan scent still strong in his nostrils and sensed the distrust in the SkyClanners. He made acquaintances, but never the friends he had once had as a kit in his birth Clan.

His first friend had been Snowkit, later Snowstar when spirits intervened and made her leader at the tender age of five moons - the age he had been when he left his birth Clan behind for good. His first introduction to her had been at her birth, when she'd been the squirming bundle of joy. She'd only had three legs, but Teddy hadn't cared: she'd been his friend and they'd had many great adventures together.

He'd fallen so fast for her that he missed the admiration in her sister's eyes and he'd missed the way Snowkit had looked at Ketchup. That had been his first introduction to love, but jealousy and heartbreak soon followed when he was rejected in favour of the deaf kit.

Teddy was her best friend, but that was all he'd ever be to her.

His first proper introduction to Iciclekit - Snowkit's six-limbed sister - had been during the time he immersed himself in his pain and refused to speak to most people. His love for her had been purely that of friends and Snowkit was slowly pushed from his life - seen only here and there with Ketchup, now a fetching medic apprentice - to be replaced by Iciclekit with her never-ending enthusiasm about everything.

When he was eight moons he was introduced to several strange cats who killed his pet and captured him, taking him to be their prisoner in the city for many moons. The city had been a frightening place to fragile Teddy and so Theodore had taken his place and fought his way out, then made his way out of the city with more than the usual amount of fights and near-deaths.

Those dreadful moons in the city had been his introduction to a more violent and unstable Theodore than at present and had earned him the many scars that marred his body now: the twisted left power, the stiff and painful left shoulder, the scar that had nearly blinded him and had instead destroyed his left ear, the many tears to his throat that leant to a more raspy voice, and the numerous other scars.

He'd made his way back to SkyClan with fury in his step for no one had come after him, had instead left him to his fate. He hated them and was introduced to the new leadership under Snowstar.

Everyone he had once known and loved had been discarded and exiled from the group and Theodore could not understand it. His hatred began to grow for the group, for Snowstar, for Ketchup, even for the kits that now graced the Clan. And then he met Iciclekit again, the only one who'd gone after him, but had failed.

He took her and left and they would introduce themselves to loners and rogues and other Clans, all in the hunt for BlizzardClan. It had been their destination, but Theodore had never made it, had no idea if Iciclekit had as he had left her many moons ago, unable to cope with the responsibility and growing love - this time romantic - that he felt for her.

He introduced himself to the Blackheart Rogues as Latch and lived the life of the foul tempered black cat, enjoying the almost friendly hatred he felt for Luka, the dog who had reminded him so much of Iciclekit. He wasn't always Latch in this time, instead travelling to other Clans and groups and attacking their members and kits with no regrets.

That had been when he'd been reintroduced to Ketchup and found that Snowstar no longer led the Clan, having stepped down moons ago. He was more than two years old now and his life - and Latch's - began to splinter apart. He tore the deaf medic's tail off and left.

Latch was discarded as the guilt finally got to him and Theodore found the Militia. He made his introductions, then reintroduced himself many moons later after another mental break as Latch and felt more readjusted than before.

He hoped that he wouldn't have to make more introductions, but Theodore wouldn't place a bet either way; he was far too untrustworthy for that.
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