Hiddenpromise (Hiddenstar?)_AshClan (done)

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=200815] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM Hiddenpromise (hopefully Hiddenstar) of the great AshClan Age 44 moons Gender Male Rank Leader, hopefully. If not, warrior. How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS black and my eyes are amber Scars None, they've all healed. The few he does have are hidden by his pelt. Appearance Hiddenpromise is a black cat with a muscular frame in piercing amber eyes. You wouldn't want to mess with him, and that can be told by one look at him. He is a bit larger than other cats, and his frame is good for racing and catching rabbits. He can be considered "cute" or "handsome" around the she-cats, but in all honesty, he doesn't care about his appearance one bit. It's what he does with his body that he focuses on. Hiddenpromise has a good tail for balance, and he is very graceful when it comes to smooth landings. His claws are sharp, and his fur isn't too long, which comes in handy under the heat of the AshClan territory. Hiddenpromise hates the cold and the snow, because his black fur always stands out in the white flakes. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M clever AND mysterious Personality He's mysteriously dangerous: Hiddenpromise is dark and seemingly dangerous, as many can tell. He is very mysterious, not a big one for socializing. He believes that actions speak much louder than words, and he applies that in every day life. He's definitely not one to take things lightly, especially disrespect. He will have a chat with you if you're not obeying him, and his voice deep and unsettling will surely straighten you out. Hiddenpromise hates and loves as other cats, but he is not one to laugh freely. He simply does not express his feelings out in the open, and that's just how he is. He's actions speak louder than his words: Hiddenpromise doesn't usually have too much to say, though he when he does speak it's usually something philosophical. His mind is always going, and he always wants to be moving. He will act at the slightest thing, even when he seems nonchalant, especially when it's something endangering his clanmates. He can be quick to attack, depending on the situation, but he usually thinks things through again and again before deciding. He's perfectly imperfect: Though Hiddenpromise is brave and incredibly loyal, he is definitely not perfect. He can be a bit over the top, and he can misjudge easily. He can also be too harsh, and when he finds himself slipping he gets very hard on himself. He is the type that beats himself up over silly things, and he has his own arguments in his mind going constantly. As far as mates go, he's not one to brag, and he really doesn't care what love sends his way, but he will never change himself for someone else. Preferences Hiddenpromise absolutely hates cats that show off, annoying know-it-alls, and obnoxious behavior. But if there is one thing this tom can't stand, it's disrespect, especially to him. He tries to keep it mutual as best he can. Hiddenpromise loves peace, but battle can be a craving if his tempers are high. Secret Ambitions Hiddenpromise is desperate to be leader, though he tries not to say anything. He fears, though, that he's trying so hard not to show off he will never be noticed. Strengths/Weaknesses This black tom is great in battle. He's skillful and clever when it comes to actions. He's also a good speaker, and though he as little to say, when words come out of his mouth they're as meaningful as can be. If he ever finds a mate, it will certainly weaken him, if momentarily, for dealing with his feelings was never a strong point. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE Emberheart AND Darkfeather Family Emberheart was Hiddenpromise's father, and Darkfeather his mother. He had one sister, Lilypaw, and a brother, Tigereyes. Event that Lead to being a Warrior He murdered his own brother, Tigereyes. History Hiddenpromise was, as many AshClan cats, born into AshClan. His family was happy, and so was he, though his reserved personality was always present. He was a very shy kit, and grew into a strong, silent type. His family was perfect. His life was perfect. But not for long. It was a warm day when Hiddenpromise, Hiddenpaw at the time, was playing outside with his two siblings. Tigerpaw and Lilypaw were goofing around while he was watching on the sideline. "Let's see how badly this hurts," said Tigerpaw, nearing Lilypaw. Her gleeful grin faded as she began to back away. She called his idea stupid, but Tigerpaw insisted, nearing closer with unsheathed claws. It was then that Hiddenpaw first noticed the shimmer of insanity in his brother's eyes, but he did nothing about it. Absolutely nothing. "Come on, just a little scratch..." Tigerpaw's voice echoed through the clearing with malice. Pure hatred and disrespect for his sister's feelings and pain. And Hiddenpaw did nothing about it. Absolutely nothing. "Get away from me! Hiddenpaw, help!" It was when his sister called his name that Hiddenpaw leaped up and finally became alert, but it was too late. Her body was covered in blood from the wounds Tigerpaw had left, and though Hiddenpaw had tried to fight him, it was to no avail. Tigerpaw was stronger then. And Lilypaw, in her own distress, slowly bled to death as the brothers fought it out. Returning to camp with many wounds, Hiddenpaw watched with pure hate as Tigerpaw explained that a fox had attacked. Hiddenpaw wanted to speak up, and he did, but no one believed him. Who would believe the cat who never talked? Tigerpaw's story sounded much more convincing anyway. The two toms grew up, and Hiddenpaw tried to block out the scene from his memory. He managed to do so, only returning to it in vague flashbacks. He managed to avoid Tigerpaw to the best of his ability. But when his mother Darkfeather was found murdered in her own den one freezing night, something had to go. And Hiddenpaw couldn't block it out this time. His brother was going down. The black apprentice's brother had escaped, however, because he knew the clans would be after him. It was Tigereye's fatal mistake when he came back to finish the job and kill Hiddenpaw as well. In a raging battle under storming clouds, with limbs exhausted and blood soaking into his fur, Hiddenpaw won. And later the next day, he became Hiddenpromise. Sample RP Despite the urge to run and race with the wind itself, the black tom with amber eyes sat upon a ledge of gold. It shimmered in the sunlight, a fallen log that fire ignored. He'd chosen this log over all of the others today, mostly because it was hidden in secret and no one knew where it was but him. But there was another reason as well. Unlike many of the trees in the forest, this one, which had clearly just fallen recently due to the life still preserved in it, had been ignored. It was alone, all by itself. How the other trees around it must laugh at it in shame, for it was the only one not burned like them. It was the only one that didn't wear scars of black and didn't have the odor of death. Hiddenpromise was much like this log. So he sat upon it, deeming it worthy of him and him worthy of it. How the days seemed to fly by. He was in his 34th moon. Rather young for a warrior in AshClan, for many were older, but he was all the wiser and clever as well. He held this as a virtue, as a gift, and kept it close when he needed it. He put it right next to respect and loyalty on his shelf of priorities. For respect and loyalty were two things many cats could use, his brother being among them. Ah, his brother. His horrible, terrible brother. How he loathed him, even when his blood had grown cold and his face torn and ripped by the creatures of the soil. For Hiddenpromise had been made a warrior by killing that horrid beast. What a horrible thing, he thought, to be made a warrior on. For his brother, Tigereyes, the murderer of his sister and mother, had been killed by his brother. Hiddenpromise had gotten his treasured name by killing the same beast who did the killing. How was that rewarding? In the black tom's opinion, it should be punished, not celebrated, for that gave a very backwards message. It was backwards, upside down and completely wacky to reward him for doing such a deed. But he had been rewarded, nonetheless, and received his warrior name. That had been something Hiddenpromise had waited his whole life for, and he wasn't going to protest one bit. Standing up and stretching his limbs, the tom looked around the dead forest, his home. His ears perked. What was that? He listened harder. No, it was not his imagination. A sound had penetrated the eerie silence. It wasn't just a sound, though, it was a cry. A helpless cry. Someone needed his help. Racing to find the source of the sound, Hiddenpromise found himself in a small clearing. He listened and stopped again. There it was, once more, but in the other direction. Taking a quick breath, he ran back where he'd come from, as swiftly as a rabbit in pursuit. There he found another clearing and stopped again, but to no avail. Whoever was making this noise seemed bent on doing it solely to irritate him. He growled and went in a completely different direction. As he raced through the weeds and bushes, he thought of slowing down and stopping. But as he ran, he heard it again. And this time it was so distinct, so sharp, he could nearly hear the words. "Get away from me!" a small voice called, and Hiddenpromise nearly fainted on the spot. "That's stupid. Get away!" His heart was in his throat, beating like the wild blasts of thunder. He wasn't sure what was going faster, his heart or his paws, but in the end, his heart won the race. He stopped and looked around, breath coming in short, quick bursts. Pausing, then nearly killing himself in shame, the warrior found that the only thing making the noise was a small sparrow sitting above his head. It had a pointed beak and sharp eyes. It cried out, and Hiddenpromise sighed and sank to the ground, letting his breath catch up with him. If only I'd done something that day, he thought, standing abruptly and tearing at the soil with his paws. If only I'd done something! None of this would have happened, none of it! He slashed and marked up the ground in a rage, tears of anger threatening to blur his vision. After what seemed like hours of doing this incessantly, he stopped and fell, looking around at the soil he'd ripped up. There was no changing it now. He was on a fast train to the future, and nothing could change that. The world was a strange place. It ripped his heart out and sewed it back in again. And, though it would never be the same as the first one, he'd just have to wipe his tears and deal with it. Because in life there was no going back. No second chances. Realizing this with distinct emotion, he stood slowly and walked back the rest of the way to camp.

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You call me by the name I’ve lied
I meet in secret with those who’ve died
Though life is not’ but treachery
This life is all the life in me

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[Juniper]

Accepted as Clan Leader!