Flashclaw, The Coldhearted Tom Of WindClan

[Moegami]

Name Flashclaw

Age 24 Moons

Gender Tom

Clan WindClan

Position Warrior

Short Description Silver eyes, a yellowish pelt with golden stripes, large build.

Description Flashclaw's eyes are a dark silver, but they show no emotions. His large build slows him down a lot, and his bright pelt glows in the sunlight. The stripes on his back are blood-stained, after a battle with his father right before he became a warrior. He haven't ever been able to clean off the blood.

Personality Flashclaw hates everyone he knows, and is only fond of his family, but his whole family is dead. He shows no emotions, and he also doesn't really have any emotions other than anger or hatred. Flashclaw, many times has nearly hurt his clanmates in his anger, always filled with hatred against his father.

History Flashkit was born into WindClan with his two brothers, Bramblekit and Skykit, and his little sister Heartkit. Heartkit had been mysteriously killed along with his brother Skykit, and nothing was known about how it had happened. He only had Bramblekit left, and they soon became apprentices. Two moons after their apprenticeship, their mother was killed by what their father had said was a rogue as they went hunting. A moon away from when Flashpaw and Bramblepaw were about to become warriors, their father, Shadowfern, killed Bramblepaw right in the center of the camp. Shadowfern fled, and Flashpaw bounded after him. Flashpaw pounced on his father, and the two began a battle. Shadowfern clawed deep into Flashpaw's back, and soon after, Flashpaw bit down on his father's neck. Flashpaw dragged his father back to the camp, rage burning in his eyes. He threw Shadowfern's body to the ground, and ran straight to his nest. Now, his whole family, his sister, his brother, his mother, and he was even sad his father was dead. Flashpaw was given his warrior name the next moon, being named Flashclaw. Many times while on patrol, his clanmates would talk about his father, and he would pin them down, claws unsheathed. He was always stopped, but he always left the cat with fear in their eyes. And here he is, a cat filled with rage, even though many moons had passed. He had nobody left in his life anymore.

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