.where.|did|/i/\go{wrong} [[Shallowpaw--x]]

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name I looked into theShallow pool, unafraid of getting myPaws wet.
nickname Nicknames? I have none .
age I am a cat of youth;10 moons is all my life.
breed Since I am a feral cat, I have many breeds, but the one that is shown the most is being a russian blue.
color Shallowpaw has a lush, silky pelt, a smooth silver color. The very underside of it is solid-colored, with the healthy, immaculate white retaining it's pure sheen. The uppermost part of her coat, as well as her flanks, are dusted with a slightly duller gray Darker ashen color decorates her face with tabby markings, showing up in thin, broken-up lines around her eyes, and on her forehead. She has a faint, dusty ginger-white strip of fur creeping up between her eyes. The stripes of black aren't donned on his face, while they swirl over each other, starting with little waves in the lines, then looping around themselves. Shallowpaw's paws are white, except for her right hindpaw, which is a sanded-down tan. Her forehead has gently been placed with five, cut off, rounded, brown stripes, yet are faint enough to be hardly seen.
gender FEMALE
alliance I [[run]] with the [[RiVER]]
*personality Shallowpaw is a bright, soft she-cat; with a love of voles. She prefers words over claws, and has a bad temper when she's tired or left alone for a while. Shallowpaw has a tendancy to put anyone before herself, even with prey in the coldest leaf-bare - but it's because she's never noticed. She feels invisible to other cat, and wants to get some attention, even if it means giving up prey. Because of this, she can be angry at almost anyone, or she could slip out of camp to vent his anger alone.

*history I was born in a small cave with my brother on a stormy day when it looked more like night then day. Mother cared for both of us dearly during the moons, never leaving the cave-- for Father hunted for her. Mother named us when we were a moon old; my brother was called Moonrise and me, Shallowdream. When we finally opened our eyes and ears, the first thing I heard was the ocean. As the moons pasted we grew stronger and more eager to leave the cave. Then one day Father led use out of the cave, the sight of the ocean was amazing.

After that we lived happily, able to leave the cave and play during the day and at night, sleeping curled up beside Mother. But then one day Mother left to hunt and well, she never returned. Father was alway hopeful that she would return, but soon the days slipped into moons. We were 5 moons when father took us out for our first training session. Slowly the moons pasted, Moonrise and I got better and better at hunting.

When we were 6 moons Father told use that we were old enough to live on our own... He left and never returned. So it was just me and Moonrise.We lived in the cave for two more moons, then we left. We traveled for many suns, maybe even a moon, its hard to be sure. But I remember that we were hungry and cold almost all the time; it must of been Leafbare. When we stopped traveling we found this... cliff, it was nice, but some parts were unstable. We made this our home.

We lived in a large cave, food was easy to find, we just had to climb down the cliff and to the sandy shore below. We lived happy for two moons. That was until this new comer came. He was hurt and hungry, but he trusted neither Moonrise or me. We were okay with that, but he must of been starving, I could see all of his ribs. A few days pasted and the cat just laid outside of our cave, he hadn't moved from that spot. I had a soft spot and began hunting for him.

And that was how the days went; in the morning I hunted for Bone(he finally told us his name on the third day I hunted for him). And in the Afternoon me and Moonrise walked around the cliffs, checking for safe and unsafe rocks. And at sunset me and Moonrise hunted for ourselves. Moonrise really didn't like me hunting for Bone, but he dealt with it; that was until Leafbare was nearly here. We had began to argue a lot nowadays, mostly about Bone. Moonrise believed that Bone could hunt for himself; but anyone with eyes could clearly see that he couldn't.

One argument was long and both of us almost started fighting. Moonrise argued that with the coming of Leafbare, we wouldn't be able to find enough food for us and Bone. I think that he just didn't trust Bone as much as Bone didn't trust us. And well, after the fight Moonrise left and he never returned. But he was right, hunting for me and Bone was hard, I was the one that went hungry most of the time for I gave what I caught to Bone. One day I was just so weak, I couldn't leave the cave to hunt for Bone and me.

But to my amazement, Bone rose to his paws and walked out of the cave, he was gone for awhile. He returned with two mice and a small fish. So for awhile Bone hunted for me, I think he finally trusted me. When I got my strength back me and Bone went hunting and shared what we caught. Two moons pasted and we became good friends, maybe even more then friends. I could of lived with him forever...but sometimes forever is too short.

On hot Greenleaf day, Bone led me along on of the cliff's paths, it had been awhile since we went out long this one. We had been walking for some time when the ground beneath Bone shook, then collapsed and dropped to the sandy shore below. But Bone still hung on, he called for me to help, but, but I was froze in place. Slowly he began to slip, I finally was able to move and I lunged for him. But I was too late. I watched him fall to his death.

I stood on the cliff for a long time before I had the courage to walk down to his lifeless body. I stood next to him for a long time, them I buried him. I had lost Mother, Father, Moonrise, and yet losing Bone hurt the most. After I buried him I left the cliff and walked. I walked for a long time, for when I stopped walking I was 10 moons. When I had stopped it was in a clan's territory and at the time I had know idea what a clan was. Soon I found out, for I was found by a patrol and taken to the camp.

I was given the choice to leave, but I didn't want to walk anymore. So I made my home here, it is nice. But still I hide most of my past from them. I mean what would they say if they found out I let Bone die?
*sample post [[another site, SCR, username is Shallow or FAlliN™]]
A adumbrate feline quietly crouched in the shadows, laying back ebony ears as her green optics surveyed the landscape. She lay back in the shadows, and only a small dab of white in the shade verified there was a creature here. Her breath was silent, fading in and out with the whipping breeze. Sitting under the shade of a large tree that was one of the few in their territory, she was perfectly contented. How she managed to get out of camp, she didn’t know; it was always heavily guarded.

The feline suppressed a shiver as the wind once more blew, rustling her fur and pressing through her skin, chilling her to her frangible bones. And her eyes continued watching, surveying the land with eyes that narrowed at the single rustle of a single leaf that wasn’t supposed to be rustled. The creek of wood distracted her from her survey, and she looked up, toward where the noise had been produced.

An owl just jerked itself into flight, its plumage making it sail silently across the sky. It emitted a angry screech that sounded like the rasp of an elder who had just said his last words. Staring up, the feline could see distinct features; its upperparts were an ashen colour, with a varied amount of darker lines and pale spots splattered along its feathers. Its face had a beautiful shape of a heart that surrounded its eyes and almost all of its face. The edge of this heart-shaped disk was a fray of brown. It had brown marks around its sharply tilted eyes that had a dark black iris. This one was more densely spotted than the ones she had seen last night –she went here often- and based on what her father had taught her, she guessed it was a lone female.

As the last speck of the owl sailed into the distance, the feline jerked back into watching, but as she opened her jaws, she scented something, and she knew it wasn’t prey. A cat had come out of camp… just like her. She got up, afraid of the light hitting her opposing black fur. She was afraid that some cat would see her, ask for an explanation, and drag her back to camp, and that would be the end of her midnight expeditions. So she looked for a way to track down the feline without being caught.

Getting to her paws, the femme started to look for possible hiding places. The shadows were few and far in between, and she knew she would have to risk her expedition status by occasionally lurking out of the shadows. She crouched, and her tail became like a limp snake, unmoving except for a brief twitch. Her stomach touched the ground, and one paw after another, she slipped out of the shadows, twitching her ears as if looking for any sort of noise or distraction. Hearing none, she quickly slipped out of them and streaked across the wetlands, ignoring the soft dirt that rubbed against her stomach as if in protest.

Her nest hiding spots was in a small shadow under the fronds of a large leafy plant which she had no name for. She stared out behind them briefly, taking in the build of another she-cat. The cat’s eyes were slits, and it padded alongside the river, leaning into it and taking huge gulps, and it seemed as if the other cat had no fear of other cats catching her, and she felt a little pang of jealousy, wishing she could be that careless. However, she watched as the cat flattened its ears against its skull, baring teeth in a slight snarl, and the jealousy faded away, replaced by an emotion she could only call fear. Never in the short seven moons of life she had been granted had she seen such an angered cat, and the sight scared her beyond any sight she had ever laid her chartreuse orbs on.

A delicate shudder coursed through her body, but not so much to shake the plant she had taken refuge under. She looked again, watching, as the cat looked at their reflection, and intrigued, could not turn away. She watched the cat’s eyes as they narrowed, then watched as the she-cat flopped down, tucking her paws under the body. She just noticed that it was very lithe, but she shook her head, distracting herself from build type. That wasn’t important right now, even if it meant she could identify this deadly creature. She watched cautiously as the tail lashed. She wasn’t sure if the cat knew she was there, or even if they cared. For a moment, she felt the urge to draw herself out of the shadows, to reveal herself and mew with a joke, ‘aren’t I good at stalking?’, but the mere look on the cats face kept her from doing so.

She stiffened when she saw the cat raise its head, as if preparing to let out a cry, and she winced, preparing herself for a harsh scream, but none came. She watched as the cat lowered her head once more, and her breathing quickened as she felt her paw give way, and one of her paws scooted upon the plant, making a branch snap and the leaves rustle. She widened her eyes, peeking out to see the cats reaction, which was much less than she expected; a simple leap to the paws, unsheathe of claws, and baring teeth. Nonetheless, she shuddered, sending more vibrations through the leaves. How would she explain herself to this cat? But she twitched her ears, determined to pretend to be nothing more than a piece of prey. But these hopes were soon shattered.

“Who’s there?”

The female gave up on pretending to be a piece of prey. She would rather be ripped to shreds with the knowledge of whom the cat was then being unknowing, claws searing into her back before she could see who it was. Still, the snarl in the cats voice made her wince. But she got up, shaking off small leaves that clung to her pelt. She unsheathed and sheathed her claws, getting ready to walk forth, but once again, that voice scared her out of her wits;

“Hello?”

She shook once more, her knees feeling weak, and the urge to puke was almost more than bearable. She shuddered, gulping in a large breath before taking three pawsteps forward. Her first paw struck out against the sunlight, and the bleached white was so pure that it seemed a white cat would draw itself out of the shadows, but instead, a black creature did, shaking out of her fur, leaves still clinging to her pelt.

And she looked into those narrowed slits that she was determined were called eyes. She shook once more, and then slunk out of the rest of that plant. She couldn’t believe it as she stared into one of the most loyal warrior that she had ever known’s eyes. It was Owlcry, a Riverclan warrior who she never expected to see in this state. And without thinking, Fallenpaw laid her black tail between her legs, shrinking to the ground like a miserable animal after being scolded.
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