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AGE AT DEATH// 86 moons (at death)
GENDER// Tom
FORMER CLAN+RANK// Previously ShadowClan warrior; Rogue Leader.
MOTHER// Ambertuft - a ginger tabby she-cat with green eyes. ShadowClan warrior, murdered by Shadewhisper.
FATHER// Bumblelight - a ginger-and-white tom with amber eyes. ShadowClan warrior, murdered by Smokefire.
SURROGATE MOTHER// Copperpelt - a light tabby she-cat with green eyes. ShadowClan elder, contracted greencough at 132 moons.
LITTERMATES//
--Firepaw - a ginger tabby she-cat. ShadowClan apprentice, ran over by a Monster.
MATES//
--Greentail, ShadowClan warrior, disappeared.
--Shadewhisper, Rogue, mother of his kits. [Arieya]
KITS//
Litter 1
--Tornshadow - a black tom with amber eyes. 46 moons old, Rogue leader. [Tempus]
--Waspstorm - a ginger tom with green eyes. 46 moons old, Rogue leader. [open]
Litter 2
--??? - ginger tabby she-cat with green eyes. 17 moons old, Rogue. [Open]
--??? - black tom with green eyes. 17 moons old, Rogue. [Open]
--Webstrike - a black she-cat with green eyes. 17 moons old, Rogue. [Tempus]
APPEARANCE// Born a fluffy ginger tabby tom, he was smaller than his sister, Firekit, and affectionately called a fluff-ball by Copperpelt. WHen he opened his eyes, they were the brilliant green of his mother's, and kept this likeness for many moons. As he grew, his fluffiness faded, and he grew in size, training powerful muscles as an apprentice, and long, sharp claws. As a fully grown cat, Smokefire's body became leaner, his muscles clearly defined in his shoulders, and his green eyes became colder. By the time he died, he was even leaner, due to the lack of prey in the leaf-bare he died, his flanks thin and dipping in with each rib.
PERSONALITY// From a young age, he demonstrated a cruel side to his monotone seriousness when needed, and a clear secretive nature. Often left out, he became something of a small recluse until he was taken in by Copperpelt and her litter, which helped him to bond with other cats.
As he grew older, he became more cruel, more vicious, and harsher with his tongue, criticising his fellow apprentices, then the apprentices that were apprenticed after he became a warrior. There was little others could do to calm this side of him, but Greentail came the closest, bringing him away from confrontations to calm him down in the warriors' den or out hunting.
This cruel side of him first surfaced in his protective defence of Copperpelt, Greentail and Weaselpaw. When needing protection, Smokefire was usually there in an instant, quick to confront aggressors who threatened the only cats to truly care for him. It further manifested with the influence of Shadewhisper, bringing out an unstoppable, merciless killer as he became a rogue.
STRENGTHS// Strategic; Fighting techniques; Commands respect; Instills fear.
WEAKNESSES// Incapable of true love; Dead, so has not physical hold on the territories; Recklessly impulsive.
FEARS// Losing control of the rogues; vanishing from the Dark Forest forever like Tigerstar.
GOALS// Take over the lake through his kits; Destroy the Clans; Keep his bloodline strong.
HISTORY//
Kithood
Of stormy skies will be born
a fire that dies and a smoke that prevails.
On the day that Smokekit and Firekit were born, a storm raged and set fire to a single tree. The rain put it out, but smoke flooded the ShadowClan territory, and so Bumblelight named his kits after the prophecy. The medicine cat then received a dream of two ginger cats, one standing above the body of the other. It was then that they realised that the prophecy in fact involved the kits.
Smokekit was scarcely older than his sister, Firekit, but it was immediately clear that he was smaller than her. Oblivious to the prophecy surrounding their birth, Smokekit quickly became disillusioned with his parents as they showed preferential affection to his sister. Frustrated, he tried to prove himself to his parents, but they continued to ignore him, driving him into the paws of another queen, Copperpelt, and her kits, Greenkit and Weaselkit. The more time he spent with Copperpelt and her litter, the more Smokekit felt part of a family, while his own mother continued to shun him for Firekit.
Apprenticeship
At six moons, Smokekit was named Smokepaw by the ShadowClan leader, and apprenticed to Ravendrop. Ravendrop trained him hard, sternly commanding respect from the young apprentice at all times. Smokepaw enjoyed fighting alongside Greenpaw and Weaselpaw, tussling with them at every chance possible until he felt unbeatable. Impressed, Ravendrop allowed him to go out hunting with the other apprentices and their mentors, wanting to see how responsible he could be.
On one of these hunting trips, he found himself hunting with Firepaw and her mentor, Acornbelly, as well as Weaselpaw. Whilst hunting a frog, Smokepaw discovered that the two littermates had been left alone by the disinterested warrior. Angered at how Firepaw still gained approval from their parents and he did not, he took his chance to confront her, and edged her towards the Thunderpath, hissing and snarling his hatred towards her.
"They never even took notice of me! It was all about you," snarled Smokepaw, stalking towards the other ginger tabby with his claws unsheathed for intimidation. "You're nothing special. I'm as good a fighter, a hunter. No. I'm better! But they care about you, not me," he added, pouncing on his sister with claws ready to pierce into her fur. The tussled, rolling over, and then he kicked his back legs out, pushing her across the hot, stinky Thunderpath, into the path of a massive Monster roaring its way towards them. He only watched as it ran her down, churning her in its paws, and then her body was left behind. Smokepaw padded away, and then ran for Acornbelly to help.
Ambertuft and Bumblelight had no reason to believe that Smokepaw had killed her, for the prophecy and dream had never said that smoke would kill fire, only that one would die and one would survive. At long last, Smokepaw was given the affection he so craved, but on receiving it he felt empty.
Smokepaw continued his training for the next two moons, and his Clanmates looked on in surprise that he was coping so well with the death of his littermate. He paid no attention to them, focused on working out why his parents' attention did not make him feel any better. It was soon after his sister's death that he met Shade, a young rogue who lived outside of the territories in Twolegplace. The two fought viciously, until they realised that they were even, and began to speak about why he was part of ShadowClan, and why she was not part of any Clan. Her parents had been rogues, she told him, and hated the Clans for pinching all of the good prey near the Lake, while they lived on scraps of Twoleg food. She asked him why he was a Clan cat, why he felt loyalty towards ShadowClan, and the young apprentice struggled to reply. The warrior code was no answer for Shade, and he could not honestly tell her that a sense of family kept him there, when he was unsure of whether he even wanted a family. Finally, he responded that he liked the prey, much to her amusement. Leaving on good terms, Shade promised to meet him again one day, and he left, for the first time content as he returned to camp with a frog for Copperpelt.
Warrior Duties
Named Smokefire at his warrior ceremony that newleaf, the young tom barely noticed Greenpaw become Greentail, her brother Weaselpaw having died of an infected wound a half-moon before. Greentail began to show him affection, and he reciprocated, but only to keep her content and to not suspect him. While not feeling guilty for the death of his sister, he was scared that if anyone found out that he had kicked Firepaw into the Thunderpath then he might be exiled from the Clan. It was only through his hope that showing himself as an active and loving member of the Clan that he agreed to be Greentail's mate.
He met Shade in quarter-moon intervals, bonding over their love of prey, over who was the fastest, strongest, and sharing tales from their kithood. He discovered that she had always lived outside of Clans and kittypets, and found himself attracted to the confidence she expelled and the opinions she had. The pretty black cat had caught his interest, and he keenly showed her the affection he wished he could give to Greentail more honestly, instead of leading her along constantly, putting down her ideas of kits while they were still young. In truth, he felt that he no longer belonged in the Clan, yet was too scared to leave.
At the age of 20 moons, he admitted these feelings to Shade, and she brought her father, an old tom by the name of Night, to talk to him. Smokefire expected Night to be hateful of the Clans, but he was not prepared for just how much. Night told him to stay away from his daughter, that they had no need of some Clan cat, and had too many mouths to feed as it was. Smokefire left for ShadowClan's camp unhappy, and without seeing Shade for a few moons, as she was unable to escape the watchful eye of her father.
In the meantime, Greentail pressed Smokefire more and more to have kits with her, keen to continue her family tree, and to have Smokefire 'prove his love' now that they were growing older. He refused, still longing for Shade, but now without the chance to meet with her. Greentail, upset, turned to Acornbelly for affection instead, hoping to make him upset, but it pleased Smokefire that he no longer had to pay her as much attention.
Five moons later, Shade at last met him, claiming that she had escaped her father's control and wanted to escape with him, if he would leave the Clan for her. Whilst hesitant, the tom was keen, eager to put ShadowClan behind for what he felt was love. Picking up the blackbird he had caught, he dipped his head and fled from the territory with her, and hid on the Island.
Rogue Status
Smokefire kept watch for when the next full moon was as the two collected themselves and hunted together, getting to know each other more than they had been able to before. He began to realise it had not been his love for Shade that he had been feeling, but a sense of excitement and eagerness to escape the confines of Clanlife. Nevertheless, he enjoyed Shade's company, her skills and her knowledge of outside life, and stuck by her, curling his body around hers on the colder nights.
It was nights before the Gathering when Ambertuft and Bumblelight found their son with a rogue on the Island. They had travelled, looking for him, along with Greentail and Acornbelly, and had tried the Island on the small chance that he might be there. His mother was furious - "What are you doing with a rogue? Why are you not with your Clan, Smokefire?" she had demanded.
"I know what I want. I am not a Clan cat. I hate Clan life. I hate the warrior code."
"You don't mean it. How could you? You are a kit of ShadowClan. The blood of ShadowClan is within you, your sister, us."
"My sister is dead. She deserved it."
Bumblelight, furious at his son's opposition to the way of the warrior, attacked the two immediately, while Ambertuft hung back, reluctant to fight her own son. Shade defended herself well, pinning down the ginger tom, while Smokefire looked on, unsure of what he should do. It was when Ambertuft charged in to protect her mate that Smokefire made the decision to protect his own, tussling with his mother like he had done as an apprentice with his sister. Snarling and yowling, the four engaged in a long, painful fight, until the first cat fell.
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It was there that they began to plan what they would do next. Now 26 moons old, Smokefire, still young and energetic, along with the slightly-older Shade, caught prey quickly and gladly, climbing trees when stray dogs and their Twolegs walked by, hiding in bushes when Twolegs came too close. They talked of moving back to the Lake, to teach ShadowClan another lesson, but Shade was reluctant and Smokefire was not yet ready to face persecution by the Clans. They chose to travel further, or to find Night, or find Shade's brother, Bramble.
They eventually found Bramble north of Twolegplace, and he informed them that he had watched Twolegs take Night away a moon and a quarter before. Saddened by the knowledge, Shade asked her brother for a place to stay, to hide from the harsh world while they fully recovered from their injuries. Bramble agreed, housing them in a small den he had made in an abandoned house where rats were aplenty. It took five moons more for the last of Shade's injuries to clear up, but eventually they were ready to find somewhere else where they did not have to put up with Bramble and his boisterous kits.
Returning to the edge of the Clan territories, Smokefire and Shade set up their own den amongst a thick of brambles, thorns and bracken, with a large collection of leaves fastened by cobwebs for a suitable roof to hold off the rain. Sunrises later, a cat appeared in the entrance of their den, calling himself Jaggedfang, an exiled RiverClan cat who wanted to teach his old Clan a lesson for exiling himself and his ally, Gorseclaw. Having never particularly respected the swimmers of RiverClan, Smokefire agreed, wanting the rush of a fight once again. They planned to attack a warrior, Lakespring, who had helped to cast out the rogue Jaggedfang, previously Jaysplash. The group of four trapped Lakespring near the Island, and pounced on him, tearing clumps of fur out with their claws and leaving the body behind for the next Gathering to find.
Thrilled with how it had gone, Smokefire and Shade spoke of it for moons after, how good it had felt to get back at another Clan. The tom began wondering how hard it would be to take over territory from the Clans, to set up their own life, one the two could rule over how they liked, outside of the warrior code. It would be hard, they both realised, but cats like Jaggedfang and Gorseclaw would strengthen them. If they did not achieve their dream in their lives, then the rogues after them could.
Plans gathered over the moons, and Shade soon found that she was expecting kits. Not especially excited, Smokefire attempted to plan around them, unwilling to have kits of his own, but it was Gorseclaw who nudged him into thinking of the kits as cats he could have full control over, who would fight and die for him if need be. Smokefire agreed, and the four cats continued their plans.
Shadow and Wasp were born soon after, named for the likeness of their coats, and quickly began padding after their father, their hero. The adult rogues taught them to fight from three moons old, to hunt from four moons, keen to train excellent fighters for them. It was when they were ten moons old and Smokefire was fifty moons that Shade decided that they should take on Clan-like names, so that they could disguise themselves as unknown cats from other Clans if they were caught near a Clan border. Smokefire agreed, and named his kits only after they had participated in their first true fight against a curious loner: Tornshadow, the cat who tore the loner's ear in half, and Waspstorm, the cat who was like a furious storm against the loner. Shade took on the name Shadewhisper for her stealthy skills, and the six cats grew their den further with the introduction of another rogue cat.
Moons passed, and Smokefire spent from sunup to sundown thinking of strategies and plans to weaken the Clans, and he finally thought of a genius idea, one that would take longer to perfect and carry out, but in the meantime there were preparations they could take. To weaken the Clans, the Clans needed to have less cats, and Jaggedfang's anger against RiverClan was still fresh. Taking Jaggedfang, Tornshadow, and Waspstorm, Smokefire led them to ambush a RiverClan patrol, and struck down an apprentice, though were chased off by a warrior, Amberfire. It had been a test, to observe how RiverClan cats fought, helping them to learn how to copy the Clans one by one. RiverClan cats had silky fur, for swimming, and gentle paws, and the patience like no other.
By the time Shadewhisper's second litter, of two she-kits and a tom, arrived, Smokefire had led ambushes on each of the Clans, and began to train Tornshadow and Waspstorm on how to impersonate the Clans they could pass as. Tornshadow, leaner than his brother, made a good WindClan cat due to his speed and quick-thinking, while Waspstorm was more built like a ThunderClan cat, strong and defensive. He began to teach his second litter the way he had taught his first sons, but during an ambush of a RiverClan patrol he was struck down by Amberfire, the cat that had once chased him away in the very first ambush. Amberfire, recognising his scent, had bolted towards him, bitten harshly on his throat, and shoved him into the river. While a decent swimmer, the tides of that leafbare were strong, and dragged him down beneath the water. His rogue patrol ran back to their small makeshift camp, unable to retrieve Smokefire's body as it was washed out into the lake.
Prowling the Dark Forest
Smokefire surfaced in the Dark Forest, greeted by rogues and cunning cats before him, who taught him the secrets of how to speak with alive cats. He used the skills to deliver a message to his sons, naming them as his successors, and to communicate with him before they made strong, unchangeable decisions. He then slipped into Shadewhisper's dreams, and promised her that if he could then he would find a way to return and truly defeat the Clans, but urged her to lead their kin to weaken the Clans and grow in strength. He walked into each rogue's, who allied themselves with him, dreams to ensure that they follow his sons' directions and ideas.
Satisfied, Smokefire watches over the territories from his perch within the Dark Forest keenly, fighting his adversaries within the Forest to claim respect from the deceased, to teach them that it was his turn to lead, to dominate, and to win.
Of stormy skies will be born
a fire that dies and a smoke that prevails.
NAME: Stagkit...Stagpaw...StagfireAGE AT DEATH: 40 moons (3 years 4 months)
GENDER: Tom
CLAN+RANK: ThunderClan Warrior
CAUSE OF DEATH: Frostbite (view spoiler)
MOTHER: Unknown
FOSTER MOTHER: Rippledusk (Deceased, SC, open)
FATHER: Unknown
SIBLINGS: Scarface (Deceased, DF, open), Ashenheart (Deceased, SC, open)
OFFSPRING: None
MATE: None
APPEARANCE
PELT:
EYES:
PERSONALITY
Stagfire was never a "nice" cat. In fact, he was always very mean. While Tigerstar was charismatic and cool, Stagkit was always brash and cruel. He was angry, mostly, at his mother, who had always liked Maplekit more (Ashenkit wasn't born yet). It was as if Stagkit's mother had no idea that she had another kit. This anger grew with him into apprenticehood and then warriorhood. When he hunted, he often stabbed prey directly in the heart, then gave them a slash across the nose. When he scarred Maplepaw, giving him the name Scarpaw, he was as angry as ever. Stagfire was given his name for his reckless, brash ways, like a wildfire, uncontrollable and incredibly dangerous. ((Will continue later!))
Names: Darkkit, Darkpaw, DarkflameAge at death: 25 moons
Former rank: Warrior
Former Clan: ShadowClan
Cause of Death: Killed by a rogue
Current Age: 60 moons
Personality: He is downright evil. When he was a kit his mother liked Sagekit better than him. He was angry and vowed he would do everything he could to make them miserable. He is hostile to other cats and prefers to be by himself. He hates everyone and will never forgive his Clan or Family. He wants to make his clan pay for what they did to him. He is very manipulative and sneaky, and his small frame lets him hide easily.
History: When he was a kit, his mother didn't like him she liked his snooty brother Sagekit better. Darkkit was outraged- how dare his mother not like him! He vowed to make both of their lives miserable. When he was an apprentice, he would pratice battle training with unsheathed claws. His brother wouldn't tell, Darkpaw was sure, because Sagepaw was scared of what his brother would do to him. When Darkflame became a warrior he was so happy to finally have power. Not three days after becomine a warrior, he cornered his mother into the forest and killed her. He blamed his mother's death on foxes and smiled when Sagesky cried for his lost mother, he had had his revenge but not yet. He asked Sagesky to join him in a walk and killed him too. He mated with a nice cat named Russetstorm. He never knew she had a daughter. He found out and made a vow he was going to make the daughter go to the Dark Forest and help him rule the clans. He realized the only way to be truly part of the Dark Forest was to die. He went over to a rogue, provoked it and let the rogue kill him.
Apperance: http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/n...
Mate: Russetstorm (StarClan)
Mother: Clearheart (open StarClan)
Father: ???
Brother: Sagesky (open StarClan)
Kit: Lightningkit (RiverClan, me)
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