Denovations

Appearance: An average sized tom with a ginger mackrel tabby coat with splashes of white over his nose, chest, and paws. His eyes are a vibrant amber.
Personality: Amberleaf is known to be an easy-going going cat with a playful attitude and a love of the simpler things in life; primarily a good nap in a sunny place. Despite a seeming lackadaisical approach to clan life, he does care deeply for his clanmates as well as his duties and puts his all into seeing even the lightest wound or ailment cared for, truly unable to see himself living another way. Unbeknownst to most, he is a very clever cat and can be terribly deceitful in personal matters; Primarily keeping his true thoughts to himself and being the true culprit behind ill rumors that have long since painted him as unreliable -- ultimately causing himself to be given lower expectations than others and therefore being called upon less for serious matters.
Background: Amberleaf was left to the clan as a kit and raised by a queen not of his own blood, as a result he knows not who his parents are and faced prejudice in this regard as he grew in the clan. Although bearing resentment when he was young, he grew to accept things as they were as he grew older and to the disdain of many of the clan was chosen as the Medicine Cat's apprentice, supposedly with the blessing of Starclan themselves on his side. Although he initially accepted this path in life to avoid the tedious work of hunters and fighters, he came to actually have quite a talent for handling herbs, being something of a natural, and equally so enjoyed the satisfaction of aiding his clanmates at their most vulnerable. He eventually completed his training and, despite his poor reception and the underlying rumors against him, became one of the current Medicine Cat's.

Appearance: A long haired ginger tom with faint tabby markings and a notable tick on his head, his eyes are a soft green.
Personality: Despite his intimidating size, especially for a Galeclan cat, Birchheart is a level-headed tom with a kind heart and a love for his clan. Although no lover of violence, he has long since accepted the gift granted to him by starclan in the form of the strength to protect his clanmates, taking comfort in knowing whatever he can accomplish with his own power is something his clanmates don't have to. espite his own devotion, however, he tends to be a bit of a push over with his clanmates, being both lenient and willing to turn the other way if some measure of the rules are being broken, as long as there is no direct conflict with the safety of the clan as a whole. This has earned him both the appreciation of some but the ire of others, some of which believe his lack of rigidity in rules makes him less reliable.
Background: Birchheart is a clanborn cat of Galeclan.

Appearance: A she-cat with a long coat of ginger fur bearing faint tabby markings. She has thick white fur along her neck, white paws and round amber eyes.
Personality: An energetic youth full of enthusiasm whom can seem impulsive and carefree on the surface, if not a bit catty, leading to embarrassing displays of clumsiness and ineptitude ill-fitting of her position. Even so, Featherpaw is a dedicated and truly passionate cat that has displayed an innate talent and desire to both learn and see that her fellow clanmates are cared for to the best of her abilities. Although perhaps lacking in patience and the wisdom that comes with experience and age still beyond her paws, Featherpaw has shown herself to be resilient in the face of adversity with an inner strength befitting a medicine cat.
Background: Born to the she-cat Wisteriaflower of Galeclan as Featherkit alongside her brother Firekit, the knowledge of their father was unknown among the clan. However, the truth was known to the mother who chose to keep the truth of their father's identity, Lionfang whom had been exiled from Mossclan, to herself. The two kits had a fairly uneventful youth with Featherkit eventually being chosen as the Medicine Cat's apprentice with the name Featherpaw while Firekit would go onto become an initiate Apprentice under the name Firepaw.

Appearance: A stocky tom with a medium-length ginger tabby coat and white fur along his chest and muzzle. He has white paws, a long-feathered tail and amber eyes.
Personality: Unlike his impulsive sister, Firepaw is level-headed to a fault, often overthinking his every action to the point of inaction. Even so, he is well-meaning and eager to prove his worth to the clan, the pressure place on him by himself perhaps more of a hinderance than a help but born from a good heart. As a result, he can be an indecisive cat who finds comfort in routine and a 'by the book' definition of how a warrior acts, behaves, and performs their duties, though this ultimately does not allow for flexibility necessary for split second decision and morally grey choices. Nevertheless, he is a loyal cat to those he trusts deeply, willing to go well beyond the call of a warrior and even break those rules he treasures so deeply for the sake of a friend or loved one in need.
Background: Born to the she-cat Wisteriaflower of Galeclan as Firekit alongside his sister Featherkit, the knowledge of their father was unknown among the clan. However, the truth was known to the mother who chose to keep the truth of their father's identity, Lionfang whom had been exiled from Mossclan, to herself. The two kits had a fairly uneventful youth with Featherkit eventually being chosen as the Medicine Cat's apprentice with the name Featherpaw while Firekit would go onto become an initiate Apprentice under the name Firepaw.

Appearance: A lanky tom with medium length black fur and and a feather-y long tail. His eyes are moss green and he has a narrow face and long limbs.
Personality: A quiet but stern warrior who doesn't often waste his time on uneccesary pleasantries and tends to come off as cold even by normal standards. He lives under the unflinching belief that actions matter more than words and ultimately takes this to an extreme, seeing little value in more than seeing one's duties followed through to completion for the sake of the clan as a whole. As such, he doesn't tend to socialize heavily with his fellow clanmates and is known to act of his own violation regarding his duties, often hunting, patroling, or otherwise well beyond the recommendation for a single cat -- of which he seems to take some pride in his frequent case of overworking. Rather than this being the acts of someone who cares little for his clan, however, it is actually the love he has for his clan and clanmates that drive him to impossible standards.

Prior to the death of his mate, Rainstorm, Shadowstep was known to be a fairly easy-going young warrior but few traces of that remain in present day. Whereas he excels as a warrior, he struggles as a parent and has been known to be seen bickering with his son, Toadpaw.
Background: A young tom born within the clans alongside his sister Ravenkit, however, despite bearing the dignity of a Galeclan warrior present day, Shadowstep was born and raised to adulthood within the marshes of Mossclan where he would also Mentor the young Willowpaw before his departure.

In his youth, Shadowstep had been a laid-back feline of Mossclan, fairly popular with his clanmates in certain regard while unpopular with the more responsible sorts, though disinterested with the concept of 'settling down' with a mate which often led him fool around half-heartedly with whatever female interested him at the time. Despite this, he was known to be a reliable warrior who genuine put his best effort into seeing his duties accomplished before prancing along to the beat of his own drum. By all account, the tom had intended to live a normal Warrior life as a fighter, eventually perhaps surviving to meet the elder's den up close and personal, Maybe leaving a slew of kits in his wake if the opportunity presented itself. However, It was not late into his warrior life when his carefree ways would be quashed by the cruelty of reality.

It was a day like any other when he chose to pass border patrol off to his sister, Ravenwing, who, although chastizing him playfully, gladly took up his offer with promises of meeting up with him to share a meal later that night. However, when the patrol returned, there was neither hide nor hair of Ravenwing among them. When confronting the cat who had lead the patrol, Lionfang, he claimed she broke away towards the end for a bit of hunting on the way back to which he had simply agreed to leave her to. It was not uncommon for this to be the case as a number of cats tended to do so, particularly Ravenwing. Shadowstep initially believed this as well, though she was not known to be late when she made plans. However, as dawn began to break overhead, such thoughts no longer soothed his fearful heart and he made his way out of camp to search for her.
On his way, he would be stopped by the form of a silver tabby smelling of Galeclan hauling the limp form of a jet black cat -- Ravenwing. Shadowstep had, of course, immediately flung himself at the invading cat in a fury of emotion, though their brawl would only last a short time before Shadowstep was knocked away and the she-cat could explain what she was doing their with the dead cat of whom the Galeclan cat had found bobbing in the lake along the clan's borders. Scenting Mossclan on the fallen cat, she, Rainstorm, took it upon herself to return the body as she believed it the right thing to do. Shadowstep was immediately overcome with grief, nuzzling the sopping wet but long cold corpse of his sister and upon Rainstorm's departure would return the body to camp where her death would be ruled accidental via drowning. Even so, Shadowstep could not find it in himself to believe that ruling, knowing his sister too well for that, or perhaps it was the tuft of golden fur tucked in her claws...

Nevertheless, Shadowstep grew emotionally distant from his clan from that day on, cold and unmoving one could say but stranger yet were his odd disappearances at stranger hours. Despite this, he was assigned his first apprentice, a young she-cat named Willowpaw who was believed to be ideal for Shadowstep's mentoring due to his specific set of skills and though he was dutiful in training her, he nevertheless continued to vanish from camp during periods of inactivity. He was, however, eventually caught beyond the Mossclan border, though long after Willowpaw had been given her warrior name of Willowbreeze, along with the she-cat that had born his sister's body back home, Rainstorm. Although not before Rainstorm had confided with Shadowstep that she was bearing his kits. Thus, Shadowstep was taken before his leader to suffer the consequences of his actions. or would have, if Shadowstep did not make his own choice.
Desperately in love with the silver tabby that had captured his heart and acted as a pillar of support in his time of need and was also bearing his children, Shadowstep willingly chose to leave Mossclan and join Galeclan -- a thought he had been considering for many moons. His love for Rainstorm and the bitterness to how easily Ravenwings death was brushed away without what he would deem a proper investigation guiding this drastic choice. With none to argue this, he departed for Galeclan where he was received warily but with time would show his reliability and value.

However, even this peaceful resolution could not pave a future of peace and happiness for the tom as but moons after Rainstorm bore healthy kits, she was found dead beyond the Galeclan borders following a brief departure for her own needs. Investigating the matter himself, he believed the culprit to be the same as the one who had killed Ravenwing and though initially ruled an accident yet again, Shadowstep was able to find traces of Lionfang; his fur caught in Rainstorm's claws and an unexpected eye witness that would lead to the Mossclan cat's exile as evidence finally led back to Ravenwing's death as well.
Although, never the same, Shadowstep could only take solace in justice being done.

Appearance: A long limbed brown tabby with black peppered markings and ticks of black along his legs, tails, and head. He has deep green eyes, a dark colored nose and large ears.
Personality: A blunt tom with a tendency for his straight-forward thoughts and actions. This can come across as uncouth if in significant part to his opinionated nature and lack of filter control leading him to speak freely and without care for the consequence of his words -- at times leading to some strife with othiss who take his words to heart. Furthermore, although by no means intentionally cruel, he does struggle with the delicacy in speaking with those more emotionally vulnerable than himself and is prone to hurtful comments when speaking his honest thoughts -- something he does exclusively.

On the flip side, this mannerism goes both ways and so Thistleheart tends not to take the backlash of others to heart, even seeming to appreciate the honesty of others even when such words might not be meant as constructive criticism. Furthermore, he seems to have a difficult time accepting the comforts and sentimentality of others, often times leading to some intensely awkward moments. This is not to say, however, that he does not enjoy the emotional bonds between clan members, although he can come on a bit too strong even with simple friendships.
Background: Thistleheart is a clanborn cat, born and raised in Galeclan territory with a fairly unremarkable upbringing.

Appearance: A lanky tom bearing a short classic tabby coat with thick black markings and white fur along his chest and belly. He has vivid green eyes, large upright ears, and a black nose.
Personality: Toadpaw is a very quiet tom -- particularly notable for being fully withdrawn into himself, even lost in his own mind during a fair share of the day. This leads him to being easily startled by the presence of others, particularly those garnering his attention, and as such he's earned a name for himself as being somewhat jumpy even with members of the clan he is close to. In addition, what part of the day he doesn't seem to have his head in the clouds, the young tom seems more interested in spending asleep where his dreams can take him even further than idle daydreaming can. Despite not necessarily being outspoken, he doesn't seem particularly afraid to protest against being forced to do even basic tasks he has little interest in, even growing quite moody when forced and expressing irritable outbursts -- though it's rare he argues for too long before accepting his fate.
Although a worrying case in behavior, from his lazy habits to his lack of social interest in his clanmates, he tends to be a loyal companion to those that can stand him. To this end, he can seem somewhat gullible or, rather, easily led by others and despite his complaints to warriors duties, doesn't seem too opposed to being drug off on the random adventure by his peers -- even when he becomes fully aware of what a poor idea it was in the first place.
Background: The son of warriors Shadowstep and Rainstorm, Toadkit was one of a small litter, though even at his young age he was quick to make himself stand out among his siblings. Despite the behavior he would grow into, Toadkit was a very mobile youth even upon birth, his constant movement and tendency to acquire the awkward case of hiccups - perhaps as a result of his tendency to eat too fast - that made him almost seem to bounce earning him the prefix of toad. Even so, he showed early on his disinterest in socializing beyond his mother, even late into his kithood preferring to stay close to her and far from the other kits within the nursery -- promptly throwing a little kit fit whenever his mother would leave him to attend to her own needs. Although odd to say the least, his "Momma's boy" attitude wasn't something many were too worried about being more than a kit phase that he would soon grow out of. This may have grown to be fact over time, the young cat otherwise seeming to grow like a normal kit, even getting into the common shenanigans of the other kits -- if anything proving to be an easily led kit that would quite easily give into others in the nursery and attempt to go on little 'adventures', though these rarely got them far from the nursery.

However, this harmless phase Toadkit seemed to be going through came to a severe head late in his kithood. One morning whilst he was left asleep with the other kits and Queens, his mother had departed the nursery, perhaps only intending a short walk to stretch her legs, no one would ever truly know what had led the she-cat to adventuring off on her own. It would be the last time anyone would see her alive. As the hours passed and daylight faded, concerns erupted from the remaining queens and Rainstorm's mate, Shadowstep, having grown worried for Rainstorm's uncharacteristic absence. A party was sent out with Shadowstep certainly in tow, determined to find the missing queen and despite their best efforts, they only came to find her lifeless corpse floating upon the river's edge well beyond the camp. Though some seemed satisfied to call it an accident, her body was found in the river, those closer to her dared believed foul play may have been involved, but with no evidence they had nothing to go on until Shadowstep took the investigation into his own pause and Lionfang of Mossclan was found to be the killer -- the evidence also leading back to Ravenwing's death. As one might have expected of the aging kit, he took his mother's death particularly hard, growing even more distant as a result. As apprenticeship approached, a more alarming change had struck the youth, his distaste for the idea of becoming an apprentice, and by extension warrior, soon reached ears beyond the nursery walls. Vehemently the young cat claimed he never wanted to join such ranks, the shame and grief his father felt often causing spats between the two, with Ravenkit only able to watch from the sidelines. Despite this disdain, or perhaps because of it, there was little hesitation in forcing Toadkit to follow his brother and the other kits ready for the rank of apprentice -- and so he was assigned a mentor known as Duskstripe.

As one would expect of a young cat that bore little interest in becoming a warrior, Toadpaw did little to cooperate with his mentor, initially, and if anything seemed to purposefully make it more difficult -- this leading to frequent acts of imposed punishment on the young cat who seemed to learn absolutely nothing from them. However, the apprentice would soon come to realize Duskstripe was nothing if not a persistent she-cat. For half a moon, their relationship remained rocky, the two constantly battling between Duskstripes duty as his mentor and Toadpaw's disinterest in training, however, things seemed to change overtime. Eventually Toadpaw seemed to latch onto Duskstripe in the way he once had his mother, almost seeming to show signs of the once compliant cat he had been and even seeming to experience a level of joy as he trained with the she-cat. Although certainly not doing a full 180, Toadpaw still claiming he wasn't interested in becoming a warrior, by the end of his first moon, he had made a startling amount of progress and may have even been warming up to becoming a warrior. Toadpaw had shown to have an excellent sense for climbing and leaping, the strength of his back legs offering him the height few other apprentices could match and in time turning him into quite the hunter - even birds having a hard time escaping the sheer height he could reach in time to avoid his claws. In addition, though bearing a lithe body far from what one might see as the ideal combative sort, Toadpaw was fairly talented in using his speed and powerful back legs to turn the tides of a fight. In reality, his complaints and such aside, the young tom was showing all the signs of becoming a competent warrior. One that would have made not only his father proud, but also his mother. However, things were not to remain so idyllic for long.

Into his second moon as an apprentice, his progress certainly having come along way from the unwilling tom he was before, Duskstripe had arranged a sparring session with the other current mentors, feeling Toadpaw was ready to test his abilities with those of his peers - his hard working siblings included. For once the apprentice even seemed to be looking forward to some part of training, perhaps delighting in the chance to put himself against his siblings. At the designated time, the few apprentices and mentors had arrived to the training grounds, everyone seeming excited to show what they'd learned, and at first the little competition seemed harmless enough. However, during one of the mock battles between Toadpaw and his brother, Ravenpaw, an accident occurred between the two rowdy youths, a harmless brawl soon turning into a battle royal between the two competitive siblings. Although their respective mentors sought to step in, by the time the brawl came to an end, Toadpaw was standing over the limp form of his brother. At first Toadpaw merely thought Ravenpaw was playing around but soon his playful jabs turned to full blown panic as the other apprentice showed no signs of movement. Moments later he was officially declared dead, though it wasn't fully clear what had done the young cat in. Whether it was an injury from their rough play or perhaps an underlying medical condition unknown to the clan, Ravenpaw had joined starclan. In the horror of what he had done, truly believing himself to have murdered his brother, Toadpaw fled in a panic, unable to process what he'd done before the equally horrified eyes of his frightened peers and the warriors watching over them -- Duskstripe hot on his tail in pursuit.

Adrenaline pounding in his ears, and his flight response in full effect, he continued running even as his mentor howled for him. That is, until he found his way onto an iced over lake, a weakened patch of the ice giving way the piercing coldness of the arctic water consuming him. When he awoke, he was back in the clan's camp, nestled in a warm nest within the medicine cat's den, the strong scent of herbs doing little to free his clouded head from drowsiness. Within the following days, he would become aware that not only had his brother died, but that in Duskstripes rescue efforts she had perished. Distraught by the losses and the guilt clawing at his heart, Toadpaw seemed to regress at an alarming rate -- once more showing the laziness and lack of motivation that drove his disinterest in becoming a warrior. Despite being assigned a new mentor, he has shown himself to be as belligerant as ever but only time will tell.

Appearance: A Medium-length furred black tom with patches of greying fur along his neck and legs as well as a long feathered black tail. He has long slender legs and an elongated headshape with unique facial features and vivid green eyes.
Personality: Fang is an emotionally distant tom, as clever and calculative as he is cold and cruel, but above else holds a deep hatred for the clans and capacity for spitefulness that could rival the whole of the dark forest. He has little room for genuine love or care and is ultimately prideful and manipulative in nature, with few qualms to sacrificing and using others to see his goals fulfilled. Despite this, he is charismatic where it counts, being able to put on a variety of masks and speak with a false passion as easily as he breathes. This has only made him more dangerous as he uses this charm to incite emotion of his choosing and loyalty in those that rally to his call.
Backstory: Formerly a Mossclan cat, he was exiled for an attempt of Toadstar's life and for many moons lived among the trash and alleyways of the Twoleg place where he would eventually begin to build his group of cats with promises of power and a better life out in the lands where the clans currently dwelled, among other promises. Although it has been a long time since his initial departure, and the leader that exiled him now lays dead and buried, he still seeks revenge and it seems his plans are finally coming to fruition.

Appearance: Lionfang is a considerably large, broad shouldered tom with a thick pelt of medium ginger fur, white coating the length of his neck, chest, belly and paws with a splash of the same over his nose. His eyes are an unremarkable pale amber color, whilst the fur along his ears comes to distinct points.
Personality: Back in the day Lionfang bore an Ambition and the Arrogance to believe himself one of the best warriors of Mossclan, and perhaps even believed himself above the warrior code, Nay, above even Starclan itself during that point in his life. This led the warrior to horrific acts that would come to extinguish that flame of defiance following the ultimate punishment for his crimes...

Now-a-days, Lionfang is a rather quiet individual, rather solemn and reserved by nature and distant by practice. This has led him to be difficult to approach, and and furthermore difficult to get into the head of. With a somewhat brooding tendency, he prefers to keep talk of himself to a minimum, whether for self-preservation or the guilt of actions long passed. Despite this emotional isolation, however, Lionfang isn't a cat that enjoys being alone, to some degree more akin to a shadow than the fierce lion he was once named for. However, this had led to him being a fairly agreeable tom with age, far less prone to argue unnecessarily. Lionfang has something of a dry sense of humor, more keen to exercise sarcasm and pessimism in the face of jokes or more optimistic viewpoints, however he does seem to have respect for those he deems above himself and may refrain from being too crass in such instances. Despite this outwardly apathetic, and rather dry, manner of being, underneath the wall he seems to have erected around himself, Lionfang does feel a complex level of regret for his wrong-doings and perhaps in a way he wishes to seek some atonement.
Background: One of a litter comprising of himself and two brothers, Lionkit was something of an oddball among his siblings, bearing a firey orange coat of ginger alongside the two tabby toms. Being a larger kit than Gorsekit but smaller than Stonekit, he fell right in the middle of his litter, recieving neither the over expression of affection and potectiveness offered to the runt nor the lack over overabundance of the largest and overall bore the title of the "Average" kit of the litter, fitting snuggly between his siblings in most regards. At least, until Charisma entered the scene.

Lionkit was a terribly charming youth, perhaps it was his attempt at outdoing his siblings in some regard, born with a silver tongue and the talent to use it to his advantage. He was one kit who easily won the hearts of the other queens and as he grew old enough to adventure outside the den, he would come to charm quite a few of the Warriors and Elders with his cheer spunk. However, like his siblings, earning the approval of their father, Tigerstrike, was something of another matter entirely. This did lead to the brothers growings somewhat close, although there was always a sort of distance -- Stonekit himself perhaps picking up on more of Tigerstrike's attitude than the rest of them. Their kithood was otherwise a normal one, bearing all the normal quirks of Kithood.

Then came their sixth moon, and with it came the right to become an apprentice. With the name Lionpaw bestowed upon him, the young ginger was handed off to a young warrior known as Barkface. She was a large cat, clearly built for fighting but an inexperienced mentor -- Lionpaw would be her first apprentice. From her he would learn Hunting and Fighting as all apprentices, and much like his brother, Stonepaw, He would excel in combat whilst his hunting simply rounded off as average -- Gorsepaw, on the otherhand, seemed very much the opposite in that regard, favoring hunting over fighting.

Their apprenticeship was fairly unremarkable, and so training passed seemingly without a hitch. However, perhaps a mistake on Barkface's part, maybe that from a neglectful father, or perhaps a seed of darkness in his young heart, Lionpaw grew... ambitious in some ways. Surely he was the destined for greatness, but he didn't cling to such a selfish thought alone. No, a clan needed powerful warriors, ambitions warriors... Warriors like himself, their father, and even Stonepaw earned his respect with his fighting talent. Such thoughts were innocent at first, the boastful pride of a young cat and so his apprentice continued without incident.

It was of little surprise when the three brothers were finally awarded their warrior names: Stoneclaw, Lionfang, and Gorsewind. And so their adult lives would begin, Stoneclaw would sire his first litter of kits and train a number of apprentices, Gorsewind would train apprentices of his own, and Lionfang would enjoy the perks of being a warrior. Of course, With Lionfang, this often meant charming up the toms and she-cats of the clan despite having little interest in truly having a relationship with any of them -- resulting in neither mates nor kits of his own but a reputation about the camp of his ways. Even so, he did his fair share of work, all too happy to show off his use on patrols, in skirmishes, and even hunting given the need. His many feats would always fall short of Stoneclaw's, however, and Lionfang couldn't help but feel a complex mix of pride and Envy in this regard. This said, He would never wish harm upon the brother he so wholly respected and in some respect he came to choose supporting his brother rather than seeking to overthrow him, something some might have found surprising from such and ambitious fellow and yet, his charming attitude seemed to quash any worries before they sprouted. In time, he was even given his own apprentice, finally offering him the chance to prove his ability to not only learn the ways of a warrior but to teach it as well.

.... And then the previous deputy was found deceased, supposedly a freak accident on patrol had cause the cat's death and Mossclan was left without a deputy prematurely. Scents of a badger had been found on the scene, and the deputy's corpse bore the scars of a hard fought battle. Rumors began swirling through camp at this time, the legitimacy of a badger doing the deed, as well as who might soon be chosen to be the new deputy. Some speculated Stoneclaw was amoung the most likely, alongside a few other notable cats -- even Lionfang had the delight of hearing his name a time or two. However, the thought of himself or Stoneclaw becoming deputy lit a fire, a desire to reach that position.. at all costs. Another likely candidate was found in a she-cat, younger than himself, a pleasant enough black cat who was both compassionate as well as capable. She was one who had long since excelled in hunting, and has a charisma born of her innate kindness -- the personality and talent the clan just might have liked to see taking a role that would one day become leader. Yes, Ravenwing was a very promising choice.
That was unacceptable.
Surely he could beat his brother in terms of winning over the leader and the clan with his sheer likeability compared to the stoic, uninviting warrior. However, he felt somehow threatened by the kind little she-cat... and that had to change. Being the way he was, it was hardly a challenge to speak with the lovely cat and lure her away from their patrol, after all they had time before the burial and she "looked like she could use a chance to clear her head", if nothing else, perhaps the whispers of the potential new deputy had left her feeling the pressure. So, she took up his offer, a rather unfortunate mistake it would come to be. They descended fairly deep into the forest, quite a distance from the camp itself and far from the ears of any other.

The two chatting so pleasantly, it was little wonder that the trusting Ravenwing was so easily taken down by the much larger cat -- one who had so wholly had the element of surprise on his side. It was an easy feat to take her down and rip away her final breath, it was somehow exhilerating -- and yet terror sought to grip his heart as the full impact of the act struck him. Slaughtering his own clanmate, even for the possibility of becoming the clan's deputy... This would not be the end, however, as a horrified gasp would erupt from the trees nearby and what he would see would be the form of his brother, Gorsewind, and with him Lionfang's apprentice, Mousepaw. Perhaps they'd come to check on him and Ravenwing, perhaps they'd merely come to inform them the ceremony would soon begin...

Whatever the reason, the two horrified cats had born witness to Lionfang's large form lumbering over the body of the deceased she-cat. Panick immediately erupted in the ginger tom's heart, knowing so well that were he to be outed for his misdeeds, death would perhaps be a mercy. Gorsewind was wary, as any cat would be, but the horror on his face, in his voice, was clear as day. There would be no talking he way out of this.... And so Lionfang, in desperation to prevent his brother from in forming the clan of his misdeed, lunged forward and a battle began between himself and Gorsewind, whilst the young apprentice stared in terror. The battle, however, was decided from the very beginning. Lionfang, like Stoneclaw, had always excelled at combat whereas Gorsewind struggled with such things, his more slender frame built more for speed and hunting and with Lionfang gaining the advantage of striking first... Gorsewind had already lost. It was a short battle but the smaller tom soon laid dead at his Brother's feet, adrenaline bounding through his head like a rushing waterfall. Then he turned his eyes to his apprentice, Little Mousepaw, barely seven moons but witness to his mentor slaying not one but two of their clanmates in cold blood. As Lionfang fixated his gaze on the young cat, Mousepaw came to the horrifying realization, he was all that was left.

The young apprentice took off in terror, such fear clouding his judgement in such a critical time, he paid little mind to his direct, only hoping to flee his mentor before he joined the list of dead. Perhaps to Lionfang's fortune, the mad dash of twists and turns to avoid the larger cat would soon lead Mousepaw towards an unfortunate dead end, and with Lionfang on his tail... The apprentice didn't have the luxury of time or hiding places and so Mousepaw soon found himself careening off a steep incline. Hypocritical as it may have been, Lionfang could only thank starclan that the cat had suffered a quick death

Returning to the scenes of his first crime, his mind still racing from the acts and his own fear of being caught, he struggled to come up with a plan of action. After all, leaving the bodies as such would hardly pose a good case for himself, however it was the former deputy that would give him the proper idea. Or at least what he'd claim as such at the time. The deputy had been believed to have died from a badger, cat's out for vengeance weren't a rarity, and the badger's last sighting wouldn't be a far distance to carry even two bodies, time was short, however. Rushing the two bodies to the location reeking of badger, though a fading scent, he hoped it would be well enough to fool his clanmates into believeing it had been here. Having not the time to spare, he was unable to spend time perfecting his ruse and, with only a stop where he had first committed the dead to cover the bloodied snow, he fled back to camp with a false story of parting ways with Ravenwing to spare him the suspicion of having left with her. He simply must have "missed" Gorsewind and Mousepaw. At first some would believe his lies, what glimpses of his fear brushed off as concern for the three as the night slowly passed by.

Thanks to the Galeclan cat, Rainstorm, it would only be a short time before the bodies of Ravenwing and Gorsewind would be found, Though it was much time later that Mousepaw's crippled form would be found half buried in snow. Taking the clan by surprise, the grief of losing their deputy still so fresh, Lionfang may have almost gotten away with his crimes. That is, until Ravenwing's brother, Shadowstep, decided to investigate further -- something Lionfang had not thought to counted on. It was this investigation that led Shadowstep to discover the initial scene of the fight covered in blood beneath the shallow coverings and even more damning... the ginger fur caught by Gorsewind's claws. Ravenwing may not have had time to fight back, but Lionfang's own brother would be the one to bring him low.
All but disowned by the remnants of his family, Lionfang stood before the clan shamed, Shadowstep himself barely restrained from taking vengeance upon the cat that had slain his sister. Although the ginger cat surely deserved death for the three lives he'd taken that night, his punishment was exile -- he would have the rest of his life to suffer for his sins. It was a punishment some thought too merciful, but one that was perhaps truly the most agonizing for the cat that so desperately sought the attention of his fellow clanmates as well as the power above them.

For many, many moons the tom wandered beyond the borders of his former home, replaying the horrors that led to this miserable life to excess within his head and with it came the shame and regret. He'd slain not only a number of cats, but one had been his apprentice, and worse yet he had slain his own brother. The further he traveled, the more he would crack under the weight of his own sins until nothing was left but the shell of a once proud warrior.

Appearance: A compactly built bi-colored brown tabby tom, this pattern extending down his front left leg, with a long feather-y furred tail and mossy green eyes.
Personality: A friendly tom, Tiger bears something of a naturally welcoming attitude that may stem from his kittypet roots, raised to be easy going and patient with twolegs both young and old as well as other pets which even time in the wilds hasn't seemed to scrub away. However, although rarely hostile by nature, he is a mischievous sort who seems to enjoy giving a kittypet or two a fright all in "good humor" and in actually dangerous situation tends to try and talk his way out of it or choose the flight option over fighting. As a result, he may easily be considered a coward, although he might shoot back that a fool fights at a disadvantage but is actually fairly decent at defending himself from more aggressive cats when backed into a corner -- at least until he finds an opening to escape.
Despite his unassuming attitude, Tiger IS in fact a rather intelligent cat, one who takes joy in learning something knew as well as in sharing his knowledge with those willing to listen but knows when to be a bit more wary of others. As a result, he tends to trust his instincts when engaging other cats, or choosing to disengage, as he often finds himself to be correct on first impressions though this isn't something he's always been gifted with. As a result, however, he can have something of a hard time acknowledging when he might be wrong about others, being somewhat stubborn in this aspect, and may incorrectly judge the threat level of cats that approach him.
Backstory: A kittypet by birth, Tiger was raised with his litter mates until they all reached an age deemed by the humans "old enough to be rehomed". It was at this time that he and his siblings were removed from the care of their mother and overtime, each found new homes with strangers they'd never before known. Tiger found a home with an adult couple with a child, and though things weren't always perfect, he was content with this life, often allowed to play outside in the garden. Overtime, he grew older and the twolegs decided it was time to move from the house they had lived in. Objects were packed into boxes over the course of many days, earning the curiosity and nosiness of the tom, especially when his things were packed away as well. He watched as his owners moved all their things into a huge monster, and with fear and confusion, observed them drive away, leaving him in an empty home. In panic, Tiger rushed to the door, finding it askew, he dashed into the front yard and chased the monster until it faded into the distance and he could no longer see it.
His paws sore and his heart heavy, he returned to his barren home, exploring the remnants of his life left shattered in the absence of his humans. His bed was gone and his toys were as well, the bowls that held the hard pellets he once ate and the one holding the water that had always had a strange tang-flavor... it was all gone. That night he curled himself into a corner and fell into a fitful sleep. When he awoke, he almost expected to hear the morning chatter of the housefolk and to smell the strange food they heated on the giant metal box but instead all he saw was the gloomy emptiness before him. With hunger growling in his belly, Tiger made the decision to leave the home, his need for food outweighing his fear.
Over the course of many moons, and through the aid of other cats on his travels, Tiger was able to come to terms with what he had lost and grew accustomed to the wild where he now resided, although it's un-clear why he is no longer with those that may have aided him in the past. Despite the abandonment of his family, he seems to bear no hatred to twolegs and doesn't seem afraid to approach them if he thinks he can get something, but also bears little interest in growing close to them either and seems to have become quite content living on his own. With this growth, he's also come to enjoy the act of travelling various lands and often finds himself in both welcoming places and perhaps some less welcoming areas and as a result is particularly world-wise and, due to his kittypet heritage, has come to know a thing or two about twolegs.