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DarkPaw♧
Male | 6 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Mentor: DawnStar | Posts: 2/100
long-furred gray tom with darker leopard spots towards the back of his body and dark blue eyes
Purrks: None
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alec (sorry for all the writing- I need kk lmao)
TW —
this character may explore themes of abuse, mental health, gore, and triggering stuff overall.
The tom fidgeted with his paws, restless, weary blue eyes darting around the clearing. Miss- uhh… Leader DawnStar was busy with her spawn…she seemed like a good mother (imagine having one of those…) and she couldn’t train him much…
yet. But he had to be ready when she was, ready to impress the leader with skills he already has. But who would be a noble enough cat to teach him? Who could handle his…the darkness he felt consuming his soul…
was that why mother dearest named him that?
But who could be trusted to not get him killed as he got his siblings. He didn’t want to learn battle training yet…he was
bad. He was a monster that had to be tamed, and he wouldn’t trust himself until it was. The horrid monster he was forced to believe lurked inside him. Or there would be more blood…That’s the cruel words his mother engraved into his naive, young mind.
You’re a killer. It’s in your blood.
Blood
Blood
BLOOD.
He would cause blood spill…murder. The helpless, deceased bodies of his siblings flashed in his mind. He shivered at the mere though if it, probably looking odd amongst the cats in the clearing. His mother’s blame and the weight he still carried on his chest thanks to her. But she told him the truth. He was a
killer. The blood was stained, maybe not on his pelt, but in his soul.
Who could he trust? What cat could handle him and be a cat DawnStar would trust? Maybe…maybe RookFire?…He had warrior experience. Maybe healing…so he could help, not hurt. Not jeopardize more lives.
How would he approach the cat? What if he knew? What if everyone knew? He could be cast away, or a more fitting sentence for his life…killed. Sickening wasn’t it? That that was what his life deserved…what it was worth. But for now he had to try and approach the older tom. He spotted him in the clearing, approaching the warrior, his head down in respect…or shame. But no…if he wanted DawnStar to keep him as an apprentice, he had to be better…more confident. Like mama? No—that’s a bad example. She was plain mean.
He seemed to change into a mask, as one would flick a switch. “
Sir—RookFire. Would you be open to helping me begin training? I haven’t yet started…don’t much mind what.” his voice was low and quiet, but not quite in a scared or humble way.