Shiningheart | ThunderClan | Warrior

NAME HERE: Shiningheart
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Age: 26 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: ThunderClan
Short Description: Small pure white she-cat with blue eyes

Appearance:

Personality:

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Shiningheart adores having fun. She's capable of being serious when she wants to be, but she usually leaves serious situations to her mate and sister. Shiningheart usually turns any situation into a game or a competition, purely for her own amusement. Boredom is her eternal enemy, so she does everything she can to stave it off.

This queen's heart is big enough for everyone: her mate, her sister, her kits, her friends, and her not-so-friends. She considers everyone to be her best friend, and so treats everyone the same. The leader and medicine cat gets the same warmth and affection as her sister does, and the apprentices get the same protection and love as her kits do.

Sometimes a bit overbearingly so. When she was an apprentice, it used to be a game to hide the kits and watch their parents freak out. Now that she's felt that same panic, she's apologized to every queen she's ever done it to. Shiningheart isn't even aware of her being motherly. Whenever she hears a yelp of pain, she's already on her paws to investigate before she can register who it came from.

Negative: Sarcastic, Argumentive, Manipulative

It's easy to tell when she's in a bad mood, though. The only times she uses sarcasm is when she's angry or annoyed or just plain irritated. Despite not using it often, though, she's well versed in it from her childhood of arguing with her mate's mother. Shiningheart can whip out a sarcastic retort within half a second of you delivering one yourself. In her family's opinion, she's the most fun to argue with when she's in this mood.

She's fun to argue with in any mood, really. But that's because she loves to argue and is quite easy to pull into one. She's also quick to drag others into it too. Shiningheart has last count of the number of times she pulled both her mate and sister into an argument, only to sit back and let them carry it out.

She's good at doing that, actually; getting her way. Despite both Blizzardshard and Venomwind being bigger than her, Shiningheart is the one with the pretty words. She can whip up a crowd, make an apprentice feel guilty, or even convince Blizzardshard to skip patrols and go on a walk with her. Despite her somewhat manipulative side, though, she doesn't do it often. It's no fun when your minions know they're your minions.
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History:

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Ratttail and Darkpelt met when they were apprentices. They were instantly drawn to one another in a way that neither could understand or explain. She loved his strength of spirit and character, and he adored her fiery and argumentive nature. The only problem was that they were in different Clans. Rattail belonged to ThunderClan; Darkpelt, to ShadowClan.

Despite the many differing views between the two Clans, they somehow made it work. They had a plan. Whenever he or she wanted to see the other, they'd put a scratch on a tree just inside their own territory, where the other Clan could see it but not say anything about it. Then they'd meet at Fourtrees that night. It was a good arrangement; none of their Clanmates suspected anything between the two of them.

They still had their Clan loyalty, though. Whatever they told each other couldn't be used against them. He never told her about the rising power of a she-cat in his Clan named Moonfrost; she never told him about the rogues in the Carrionplace attacking their patrols. But they did tell each other other things, things that would have been announced at the Gatherings. She told him how her sister was in the nursery now. He told her that one of their apprentices had been made a warrior.

What Darkpelt neglected to tell Rattail, though, was about the growing tension between her and her sister. Dawnfire was her sister's name, and she was a true ShadowClan cat through and through. She detested everything that ThunderClan stood for, and was proud of her strength and skill. Dawnfire had been trying to set Darkpelt up with toms of their Clan, but Darkpelt would just blow them off.

It finally came out into a big fight between the two of them. Dawnfire asked why Darkpelt didn't want a mate. Darkpelt said she just didn't want to get into it. The argument escalated until Dawnfire accused Darkpelt of being jealous of her, because she had a mate and Darkpelt didn't. Imagine Dawnfire's surprise when Darkpelt exclaimed that she did have a mate, in ThunderClan.

Both she-cats were horrified. Darkpelt ran away from Dawnfire, and from ShadowClan. She went to ThunderClan and pleaded to join the Clan. Rattail backed her up, and that's when their 'dark' secret was revealed. Darkpelt was allowed to stay, but wasn't allowed to be on border patrol or hunting patrols. Whenever she left the camp, she'd have an escort that wouldn't be Rattail. This would go on until Darkpelt proved her loyalty. It wasn't necessary. She'd barely been there a week before the medicine cat declared her expecting kits, and Darkpelt was moved into the nursery.

Kit

Oldest of two, Shiningkit was named for her blinding white pelt. From the beginning, she was small for her age. Some cats thought she wasn't going to survive to become an apprentice, but she proved them wrong. They all underestimated her strength. She and Venomkit, her sister, both got their pelts from their father's side of the family. Rattail's mother was Whitewhisker, a pure white she-cat with his amber eyes. Venomkit got his dark gray, with a lick of white on her throat. Both she-kits got their crystal blue eyes from their mother.

They weren't the only kits in the nursery, though. Another queen named Moonfrost had a son, named Blizzardkit. Shiningkit knew they were there even before she opened her eyes because she heard Moonfrost talking about them to him. To her confusion, Moonfrost didn't seem to like any of them. She said that Darkpelt shouldn't be living in ThunderClan. In Moonfrost's opinion, Darkpelt and Rattail should have been killed once their indescretion became known. Shiningkit and Venomkit's very existence went against the warrior code.

Shiningkit didn't like that Moonfrost was talking about them badly, but couldn't very well do anything about it until she was older. The first time she opened her eyes, she walked right up to Blizzardkit and meowed, "Hiya! I'm Shiningkit! You're Blizzardkit, right? Wanna be friends?" It was a bold move, but one that worked in her favor. From that moment on, the three of them were inseperable. You could always find at least two of them together. Blizzardkit never strayed very far from them, to his mother's chagrin.

Moonfrost never hid her distaste for the little she-kits. They were half-Clan, and so to her meant little more than a piece of crow-food rolled in fox-dung, and she treated the two as such. Shiningkit didn't understand why her best friend's mother hated her so much, but she decided that it was Moonfrost's problem. Shiningkit gave as good as she ever got. Thus began the epic enmity between queen and kit.

When Shiningkit reached four moons old, she experienced loss for the first time. Rattail had been out in the territory, hunting alone, when a fox caught him and killed him. The only one who didn't seem to feel the loss was Moonfrost, and that just made Shiningkit hate her all the more. When Blizzardkit became Blizzardpaw, Shiningkit was glad to see Moonfrost leave the nursery but would miss her friend. Two moons later, she and Venomkit joined him in the apprentice den.

Apprentice

Shiningpaw's mentor was a wise old ginger tom named Foxfur. He was a senior warrior, the oldest in the den actually. It was rumored that Shiningpaw would be his last apprentice, and that forged a bond between the two that was no one dared try to interfere with. Foxfur tried to instill in his apprentice the values of patience and wisdom, but it was an impossible endeavor. She was exciteable over the smallest of things, the least of which were all of the things that Blizzardpaw had to teach them.

The things her best friend knew amazed and astounded her. He could do things she never imagined he could do! Stalk a bird near soundlessly, fight off shadows with strength he'd never possessed before, and climb trees until he could nearly touch the sky. He was showing off his climbing skills when the illusion was broken. He fell from one of the branches and broke his leg. Shiningpaw sent Venompaw back to camp, as the fastest of the three of them, for help. In an effort to not feel so useless, she tried to make a splint for him.

By the time Venompaw returned with help, Blizzardpaw had just lost consciousness and Shiningpaw had made a rough splint made out of a stick and some cobwebs. While the medicine cat was impressed with Shiningpaw's care, Moonfrost wasn't in the least. She said that Shiningpaw convinced Blizzardpaw to jump. This was about as untrue as it was that hedgehogs could fly, and Shiningpaw tried to tell the Clan this. But who would expect any apprentice to tell the truth if it got them in trouble?

It took two moons for Blizzardpaw to recover, and Shiningpaw spent them caring for the elders by herself. Not even Venompaw was allowed to help her. The accident made Blizzardpaw's skills fall to their level, so training was even when he came back to the den. But the incident had left within him a fear of heights. Shiningpaw was the only one who didn't judge him for it. Seriously, a ThunderClan cat afraid to climb trees? It was unheard of! Even Venompaw gave him weird looks for it, and Shiningpaw made sure to berate her out of Blizzardpaw's hearing range.

After that, the pure white apprentice felt things shifting between the two of them. She worried more about him in general, his safety and his health and his happiness. It felt wrong when he wasn't right next to her, his bulk overshadowing her. She discussed her changing feelings with both Darkpelt and Emberpool, a tom that had become like a father to her in Rattail's absence. They'd told her it was natural, so she shouldn't worry too much about it. But she did worry. As wrong as it felt when they weren't together, it just felt to awkward to her to continue on like nothing was wrong.

A battle with RiverClan changed them for good. Those fox-hearted thieves made another bid for part of their territory. The three were on patrol with their mentors when they were attacked. Venompaw, still the fastest, was sent for reinforcement. Meanwhile, the patrol fought as hard as they could. Blizzardpaw and Shiningpaw fought side by side, their pelts brushing with every movement. It reassured her to know that he was there with her.

They were suddenly torn away from each other by a pair of enemy warriors. Shiningpaw's opponent was a dark gray tabby tom. He wasn't exactly huge, but big enough to terrify the young apprentice. He didn't seem to care about whether or not she lived or died. He just kept clawing and biting and scratching at her until pain overrode her senses. The battle was called off when they realized what had just happened. The colors and images blurred from her vision until she saw just a hazy sillhouette of everything. She vaguely heard the call for the medicine cat, but didn't register it.

She didn't register anything until there was a pressure on her wounds and the image of Blizzardpaw hovering over her. She heard his voice calling out to her, telling her not to go to sleep, to talk to him, to keep conscious. The last thing she heard before she fainted from blood-loss was his confession of love for her.

When she woke, the first thing she did was tell Blizzardpaw she loved him too. They planned, then. They planned for the future, for their future, as mates and parents. Neither noticed Venompaw withdraw slightly, with the look of sadness in her eyes. Neither knew that Venompaw had devoloped a crush on Blizzardpaw as well. Neither knew that Venompaw had decided to let him go, for his own happiness.

Then she learned things that had happened during the three days she was asleep. Blizzardpaw had been offered his warrior name, but he'd turned it down to wait for her and Venompaw. Moonfrost had tried to kill her son for embarrassing her like that, but Brackenfang had finally chosen his kit over his mate and pulled her off. Moonfrost had been exiled for attempting to murder a Clanmate. What she said when she left chilled Shiningpaw to her soul.

Moonfrost vowed to kill the half-Clan that, in her twisted mind, had ruined her life. She'd taken her Clan, her mate, and her son away from her. Shiningpaw was afraid for her life, but Blizzardpaw and Venompaw both reassured her that they'd fight for her when the time came. Moonfrost wouldn't get to her, not if the Clan could help it.

Warrior/Queen

A few moons after Shiningpaw recovered, they received their warrior names at the same time. Blizzardshard was named because, though his life had fallen to pieces around him, he'd rebuilt it the way he wanted it. Venompaw was named Venomwind for her swiftness, both on her paws and in her thoughts. Shiningpaw received the name Shiningheart, because her heart shined with a light that none could ever put out.

Their first challenge came as warriors, not from another Clan, but from the banished Moonfrost. Shiningheart and Blizzardshard had been out in the forest alone, just taking a walk and enjoying each other's company, when she ambushed them. Moonfrost went straight for Shiningheart, who met her with a scowl. Blizzardshard just stood there, staring in what Shiningheart realized was horror. But that was fine. She knew this was between Moonfrost and her.

They exchanged insults and threats and dialogue with each other as they fought. Moonfrost's blows were powered with anger, but Shiningheart was fighting for her life. Moonfrost truly meant to kill her. Well, that was fine. Shiningheart wanted to kill her too. Blizzardshard seemed to finally shake off his horror and threw Moonfrost away from her. Moonfrost taunted Blizzardshard by asking why he wanted to hurt her. She was his mother! Shiningheart was ashamed that she actually worried about her mate and best friend's loyalty. But those fears were squashed when Blizzardshard replied stonily that he had no mother, and Moonfrost left without another word.

They lived as they would for another two seasons before Moonfrost made another attempt on Shiningheart's life. She led a band of rogues and loners, all who had a bone to pick with the Clans, to attack the camp. This time, the entire Clan fought to protect the half-Clan that they respected like a pure-blooded Clan cat. When Moonfrost was once again driven out, she took a souvenier with her: Brackenfang. During the battle, she'd persuaded him to leave with her. While he wasn't entirely happy to leave the Clan, he didn't put up much of a fight.

Everyone hoped that Moonfrost had gotten the picture. They hoped that she'd leave Shiningheart alone now, that she'd keep to the life of a rogue and never bother them again. How naive they were. Moonfrost made a third strike, now with enough cats to keep everyone busy while she sought out the half-Clan that had destroyed her life. Shiningheart refused to just sit back and let them fight her battles for her. She ran around the fight for a bit, looking for the light gray tabby pelt of her mate's mother. Moonfrost found her first, and they fought. This was the last confrontation, and it would end in a death either way.

Moonfrost was a dangerous fighter. She knew the best places to strike to cause the maximum amount of damage. But Shiningheart had a few tricks as well. She used her size to her advantage and darted around Moonfrost, treating her like a fox or a badger. Get in, quick slice with her claws or nip with her teeth, and get out. It drove Moonfrost bonkers, and her aim grew shoddy and sloppy. Finally, Shiningheart had a chance. She dove for it and her claws sliced through Moonfrost's neck, where she bled out and finally died.

The rogues all fled from ThunderClan's claws. Whether or not they knew their leader was dead was unknown, but Moonfrost wasn't the only casualty. Two others had died. One was Foxfur, who'd been close enough to retiring to excuse him from fighting. He'd been a valuable warrior, and the entire Clan mourned his death. The other had been Brackenfang. While Moonfrost and Shiningheart had duked it out, Blizzardshard had his own battle with his father.

Blizzardshard was devasted at the loss. Shiningheart didn't question it. Maybe they'd had a moment during the battle, but everything that Brackenfang had done was forgiven. Venomwind helped with the moral support, but even to the three it was clear Blizzardshard relied more on Shiningheart than her. She was surprisingly fine with that, as it allowed her to help the Clan as a whole more since he'd been excused from warrior duties.

Compared to all of that, life got pretty tame. The three of them all got their first apprentices together, a trio of siblings named Shrewpaw, Daisypaw, and Cloudpaw. The leader had made good choices for all three of them: Shrewpaw, hot-headed and stubborn, was paired with Venomwind, who could keep her cool in any situation. Daisypaw, quiet and reserved, got the out-going and friendly Shiningheart. Cloudpaw, skittish and shy, was given to the patient and encouraging Blizzardshard.

Venomwind and Blizzardshard had to share Shrewpaw's apprenticehood near the end, though. Shiningheart was moved to the nursery while expecting Blizzardshard's kits. And everyone could tell she was milking it for all it was worth. Blizzardshard brought her fresh-kill whenever she was hungry and he was available. If he wasn't, Venomwind would fetch it. Venomwind did all of her errands, such as cleaning the den, fetching herbs from the medicine cat, and pretty much everything else she could think of.

- - - Blizzardshard's Deputyship - - -

Half-way through her pregnancy, their apprentices all became warriors. Shrewpaw became Shrewtail, Daisypaw became Daisyface, and Cloudpaw became Cloudwhisker. That was the last duty that Riverstar did. He was killed by twoleg kits, wandering around the forest. It was a wound Blizzardshard had never seen before. Sadly, it was his last life, and Riverstar passed to StarClan. Owlstar took over and, when the time came to name a new deputy, Blizzardshard was chosen.

There were some mouse-brains in the Clan that protested, saying he was too young and inexperienced. Even Blizzardshard tried to change the leader's mind, but he was resolute in his decision. His reasoning was the exact same for Blizzardshard's name. He'd gone through so much pain and betrayal, yet had served the Clan faithfully. He'd never faltered in defending his Clanmates even though it was his kin that was threatening them. He looked on the bright side of any situation, and stayed true to the warrior code throughout his entire life. It was enough to quell any other complaints.

Later on in the season, when Blizzardshard was comfortable in his new position, Shiningheart kitted. She'd never been through anything more painful, even when she nearly died from RiverClan. When it was over, she had three kittens that were the most beautiful in the entire world. She could have just been biased, though. The first born, a she-kit with Shiningheart's white pelt and Blizzardshard's amber eyes, they named Lightkit. Second born, another she-kit, had Venomwind's dark gray pelt with blue eyes and was named Darkkit, both for her pelt and in memory of Darkpelt, who'd died in a battle with ShadowClan. Last born, a tom, had smoky-gray fur and amber eyes. He was given the name Smokekit. They were loved and cherished by everyone.

Time blurred for the family. Lightkit proved to have a noble heart, even at such a young age. Darkkit was the best fighter out of the three, but she loved play-fights just a little too much. Shiningheart had to constantly reprimand her for unsheathing her claws. Smokekit had an interest in herbs and was usually the mediator between his siblings. The parents wondered if maybe he'd ask to be a medicine cat or not, but so far he hasn't said anything definitive.
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