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RUSHINGpaw - River
SKYclan
WARRIORapprentice
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It would take a million years for me to explain myself to you, there is simply far to much to say. I handle pressure very well, i'm quick witted, and can solve almost any problem you present me with. I am more of a thinker than a fighter, though, thats simply another disguise. I am from the eerie territory of Atrox, leader of Bloodclan. And you thought you I was going to be an easy target, such a fool! I am very hardened, mentally, physically, even emotionally. Bloodclan Elite leaves no room for mistakes, do they darling? Kill or Be killed.

After all, it's a dog eat dog world, why should I have to be sweet and kind when I know my full potential? When I know I am so far above these petty clan cats? Skyclan, I scoff when I say the name. WHY am I here, You ask? I am here because I chose to be, I could walk out at any minute and be proud. That word, Proud, leads me into another element of my being. I am prideful, I know my abilities and I know that I am beautiful beyond comparision.

Outwardly I pretend to be feeble, weak, as if I couldn't put up a good fight, when really I'm proabably one of the most dangerous things in Skyclan, or even in the lands around. My claws and my heart have been knitted into a small ball of bone, not allowing to let any emotion seep through the openings. After all, emotion is a weakness that I cant let consume me.

I am antisocial, the quiet goth boy who is harsh to those he first meets but can be the best friend in the world. I am a murderrer, not a liar. I would never betray a friend, if they were willing to forgive to me for my sins...If only they would...But they won't! I have killed and they have judged and that will never change. I am a guilty boy in their eyes, and no one will see what I can become, only what I am stuck being... These bars wont ever free me...


No, I am not vain, I am simply honest. I am protective over those I care about, and I can be loving if you lure me in. It has been whisperred that I have started getting soft, and I suppose for a Bloodclan spy I am falling in love with this clan...and it's members, particularly one fae apprentice, one I would later describe as a picture of perfection.

*{ soaddictedtoallthethingsyou d o

In general I would be described as white. Strange, indeed, that I am so stealthy, and yet I bear the brightest color possible. If white is indeed bright, perhaps black is bright? Well, I don't know and I'm not going to dwell on the unexplainable. Why waste my time? I have cats to report to Atrox, I have to find the others like me...But I fear I cannot... But I will not allow you to know my weaknesses. White...So endlessly white, A colour you could get lost staring at, after all, it has no centre, no end. My fur covers a very small body, one that looks like it has been starved.

It has. It has been beaten, burised, scarred, starved, everything to get me in the condition of the Elite. The most advanced group around, aside from Lachance's. Atrox and Lachance would indeed make a good pair should they ever combine... My body it a mess, there are days where I wake up and fear I won't be able to move, I can't handle the cold anymore, It clings to my body, soaking what little strength I have. I have a routine I must follow, I eat only once every two days, why? Because I must stay in a type of shape.

I must be able to move Lithely, though; almost fainting at every turn is not helping me, or my scrawny size. Sometimes I consider running off Riverclan's gorge, I don't want to betray my clan, I swear on everything I am, that I don't...But I am finding my loyalty falling into the paws of Icestar, I am being turned and I must not become a traitor! It's not who I am...Never...Please, I ask anyone, Please let me stay loyal, Give me a reason...

My orbs, you ask, are of a dark brown color. Dark, endless, empty. They don't hold any emotion like yours do, They are hidden behind glassy stares and a misty coverring that hides the colors around. Yes, I am nearly blind, My sight is escaping me, and I am losing my loyalty, Oh! Just kill me... That empty abyss is proof that my deeds were as dark as I claim. I am a murderrer, a screw up, just leave me out in the rain, don't treat me with respect, I pray you. I don't deserve your pity, Your love, and I definatlely do not deserve the right to be near you...any of you...

*{ ohcloudsof t i m e

My name is now Rushingpaw, previously Shallow, Elite Gaurd Member of Bloodclan. I was born in the Coven's territory, Bloodclan's next door neighbors. My parents were Lachance and Viod, two very powerful creatures who should've raised me. But no... My mother was killed by Bloodclan seconds after I was born. My siblings were executed as I watched, one by one, But they wouldn't kill me. No. I showed potential, remaining silent through the whole ordeal.

I grew up under the careful fuidance of Ghost and eventually Atrox. I befriended one Raven and Rayne, they taught me much of what I know now, most importantly being that I should never show emotion. I would have to say that their advice has got me this far in life, I am not a weak clan cat because of them, or I wasn't.

I'd have to say I met her in the late summer, Starling, A wonderful creature, who shone a light in on my dark world. She was the strangest cat I had ever met, and I couldn't save her. I loved her, and I let them kill her. She was perfect, beautiful, she had so much potential to change the world...And I let her slip away, I took her away from the whole world. Yes...I killed her. Not because I wanted to. I loved her too much, she was weakening me, and I had to think about what was best...

That was when I was deemed strong enough. After I withdrew frm everyone, Including Raven, I was given this assignment. An assignment many dreamed of. I was to infiltrate Skyclan. Oh and how I wanted too. I eagerly ran to their camp, pretending to be being ambushed by those forces unknown. It seems that I wasn't as strong as I thought. My loyalty has been twisted.

It was in this camp that my eyes got worse, becoming so terrible that even the closest things evaded me. I gave up, really, On life. Why did I deserve to live more than anyone else? I didn't. If nothing else my death was a blessing. I was a burden to Atrox, and now to Icestar...and Darepaw, who did not yet know my fascination with her. I hide it well. When your almost blind anythings easy to hide.

Should it come to war between Skyclan and Bloodclan I ponder about what I would do. I doubt I could fight against Icestar, but than again, Atrox is the mother of my birth clan... I just pray it won't come to that, and deep in my heart I know it is inevitable. I beg of Starclan, of Fireclan, of Sunclan, of anyone out there... Kill me, kill me before I have to chose...

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