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[size=4]I am...[/size]
[size=6]Pepperstare[/size]
[size=5]Of ThunderClan[/size]
[size=3]Eyes: Copper
Pelt: red tabby
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Traits: I am a a bristly furred tom with determination in my eyes and long, abundant white whiskers. I tend to get in trouble a lot, but I can tell an amazing story.
History: I was the favourite of my mother out of the four of us in our litter growing up. Our father was fairer about our treatment, but he was always out on patrols. My mother doting on me as a kit provoked great jealousy from the others, and I withdrew from them. When I went into training I threw all my effort into it. My mother still visits me much and I am clearly still her favourite.
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[size=4]I am...[/size]
[size=6]Cactuspaw[/size]
[size=5]Of ThunderClan[/size]
[size=3]Eyes: Green
Pelt: Dark brown tabby
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Traits: I am a a shaggy furred tom with mysterious eyes and four long scars down the left flank. I am restless and cannot stand or sit still, but no matter what, my heart is in the right place.
History: I can't believe I'm 13 moons old and still an apprentice. Though I know I've gained skills, I just haven't been declared ready to be a warrior yet.
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[size=4]I am...[/size]
[size=6]Flamepaw[/size]
[size=5]Of ThunderClan[/size]
[size=3]Eyes: Green-yellow
Pelt: brown tabby
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Traits: I am a a scarred Tom with large eyes and a torn left ear. I lose my temper very easily, but I honour and respect my elders, always.
History: I can't believe I'm 13 moons old and still an apprentice. Though I know I've gained skills, I just haven't been declared ready to be a warrior yet.
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(I'm coming in!!)
ShadowFur groaned and opened his blue eyes. "Where am I?" He muttered, looking around nervously. "H... Hello? Anyone here?" I have a bad feeling about this... He looked around and saw a winged cat. "Who are you?" I'm not really supposed to be here. I'm supposed to be cleaning the...
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The shadowy warrior walked over to the tree, climbed it and shoved the winged cat out of the tree. "I'm try to get your attention." If this is a trick, I will slice you with my... Oh hey, I have built-in weapons..."I'm ShadowFur."
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"I'm ShadowFur, warrior of ThunderClan. I was drugged on the way back to the camp. And I'm sorry about knocking you out of the tree. I get a little angry sometimes." I need to get back home, before something worse happens to me... He jumped out of the tree and landed on the ground. "Where are we, anyway?"
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"I was returning with some freshkill for the pile at the camp and those twolegs ambushed me. And it's nice to see some friendly faces." He mewed, licking his paw. "I need to warn ThunderClan, before ALL of them are abducted." Can they read my mind? I don't think so, but it's polite to ask. "So, what rank in the clans are you?" He asked FeatherSong. "And your name reminds me of Featherswift, one of my friends from a nearby settlement."
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ShadowFur licked his paw again and went over to a small grate in the wall. "I need to escape this place. GhostFang will be worried about my safety."
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A claw extended from his paw then ShadowFur slid the sharp claw into the screw and twisted his paw, loosening the screw. "I wonder where this leads?"
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"Let's find out!" He unscrewed the others and opened the grate. "It's open." He jumped in and looked around. "Whoa."
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"It's making my voice echo. And it looks like an air-vent of some kind." He walked deeper into the vent and looked around. He turned left and came across another grate. "I hear voices." He whispered.
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Name- ShadowFur
Age: 16 moons old
Rank- Slave (Ex-warrior)
Looks- He is a skinny tom with a black pelt, blue eyes and has a scar over his left eye.
Other- He wears dog-tags with the name 'ShadowFur' engraved on it and he was familiar with ambushes))
ShadowFur groaned and opened his eyes. "That was a nice rest." He muttered, wiping his paw on his face and licking his scarred flank.
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He looked out of the grate and gasped. "Holy StarClan, what they doing to that dog?" He muttered, looking at his companions. I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die...
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ShadowFur shuddered a little. He didn't know why he felt a shudder, but he slipped on the metal in the vent and caused a big thump which nearly alerted the humans. "Sorry."
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The warrior walked over to a wall and flipped backwards. Muttering profanity under his breath, he tugged and pulled but he didn't move any further. "Where am I?" He looked around and saw a metallic chain attached to his neck. "Oh StarClan... Not again."
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ShadowFur checked for that tool his friend gave him, but it wasn't there. "Damn it." He hissed angrily, tugging on the chains again.
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He saw a she-cat with a strange pelt. "Nice pelt, RD." He said as he struggled with his chains.
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"I will, promise." He grabbed the chain and heaved. The rock around the start of the chain shattered a little.
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"Keep going and never back DOWN!!!!" ShadowFur yelled as the rock cracked and the chain flew out and shattered. He was panting and wiping his paw on his face. "Told you."
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ShadowFur peered out of the grate and looked around. The humans didn't seem to notice the thumping sound the warrior made. "Yeah. And ShadowClan keeps stealing our freshkill. Those idiots don't care about the warrior code THEY HELPED CREATE." He covered his mouth. "Oops."
