Starting out;

Name:Boneclaw
Gender:She-cat
Age:12moons
Clan:Dawnclan
Rank:Medicine cat

Main Body;

Pic:Still making it ;p
Appearance:A pale silver base coat with a slight blueish tint cover most of her body.An odd spotted pattern covers her body,a darker grey in color,sometimes appearing almost black.In places the spots switch out into stripes,like along her legs and tail.Dark vertical lines cover her forehead,setting the stage for her peircing eyes.Her eyes,a bright yellow in color,fading to a hazelly green color circling the pupil.Her muscles show under shorthaired coat,shes long and lean.Long silver white whiskers cover her muzzle.A pale orangey brown kind of color tints her muzzle,an odd contrast to the silvers of the rest of her coat.
Personality:Rather impatient,although a trustworthy and loyal clan catShe much prefers to be alone than within the depths of a crowd..Keeps mostly to herself unless she is needed by another.Energetic and young,she is a talented warrior and hunter,as well a wise medicine cat.She seems to know what needs to be done in most situations,but she isnt always confident in her own decisions.Proud as she is,she finds it hard to admit her own flaws,even when they are vibrantly obvious to her.

Somedays,nothing scares her more than waking up to drastic changes.Nervous by nature,she has trouble coping with things like deaths,and war.Kits seem to calm her,she loves seeing them.Their innocence and gentle nature sooths her uneasy soul.She wishes for kits of her own sometimes,but knows that she would be breaking the warriors code.The thought of this only instilles more sadness into her.
History:Before coming here,she lived as a loner.Her parents left her scarcely more than a moon after kitting.She has never truely known what became of them.Their true scet still lingers deep within her,but more powerful than that is the scent of Moonclaw.The loner took her in,acting as a surrogate mother.Until her death when Boneclaw was seven moons of age.Unable to bear the pain of losing yet another she loved,Boneclaw ran from the barn where she was born,leaving behind her memories,both good and bad.

During her lonesome travels,she met Lucky.Although a kittypet since birth,he was perhaps the first bit of good luck that had been thrown her way in a long time.Remaining at his twoleg nest to be with him,she found herself falling in love.And being a fool,she remained with him.She kitted once.Joy filled her life,it seemed everything was to be grand.Perhaps he was what she needed to finally mend her broken life.

But within less than two moons,everything changed.The twolegs took Lucky away,took her kits from her side.They were locked away within the nest,as she was cast out,unwanted by the cruel twolegs.Pain seemed to flow from her core as she was forced to leave behind once again the ones she loved.Perhaps this is why she is so reluctant to become close to other cats now.Still,she traveled onwards,searching to find somewhere she could belong.

Now,shes here.Along her travels she learned the ways different herbs could be used,what would help and what would kill.Still as a loner she shared dreams with starclan,although she has never revealed this fact.All shes wants is a place to call her own.

The End;

IC:The faint beatings of a tiny heart echoed in she-cats ears,pressed flat against her skull.All was silent as she dropped into a crouch,stalking the tiny field mouse that lay in her wake.She could hear it clearly,blissfully unaware of the impending danger upon it.As silver pelt gained ground,she came within striking distance of her prey,jaws parted slightly,tasting the scent that the wind blew towards her.Hauches pushed away from the soil beneath her as she pounced,claws outstretched in anticipation for the soft flesh which they were to meet.Caught beneath her paws the creature struggled,but soon the life faded from it with a swift bite to its throat.

She ate quickly,keeping alert for the sounds around her,and the scents.She wasn't supposed to be here.This was clan terratitory,and they did not take kindly to the loners that they found hunting on their land.But she had needed food,and the loner grounds were constantly being hunted by clumsy footed rouges and those that had been banished.The prey knew to stay away from those grounds,which didn't help her situation.

For the first time in many moons,she felt satistfied,her belly full of freshkill.Rising to her paws she lowered herself to the earths level,scurrying like a rat through brambles and brush.Routinely her movement halted completely,her breathing silenced as she listened for other cats,tasting the air and watching for the clan patrols.She had met them once before,an experience she did not wsh to repeat,her shortgrown coat had only just regained its normal length in the places where fur had been ripped from her skin.

Moving along once more,she clearing the brush and found herself fully exposed,in the open ground of the plain.And she found herself face to face with yet another patrol,bristling at the sight of her.With an inward sigh she raised her hackles and unsheathed her claws,pouncing on the warriors as they attacked.
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