Shadowkit | Kit | Mothclan

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Xeno > Shadow > Dark Shadow Cast Upon Egg | Shadowkit Female | 0 moons | ISTJ Lanky jet black smoke with small white spots and green eyes Demisexual Smells of sod, sweet pea, and occasionally a metallic tang Mothclan Kit Ll XoXo Bb Dd Aa’Mcmc I Ccs Wsw Appearance A fairly tall, large-eared kit with a close, yet dense medium-long coat of glossy charcoal-black fur with a faint hint of smoke. Shadowkit's tail is surprisingly much longer, silkier and wispy, and her legs are lanky and delicate like a new fawn's. With narrow ankles, she often wobbles on her doe-like legs, often appearing as if they'd threaten to topple beneath her own weight. Yet, they look as if they'll be quite lean and strong as she grows. To go with her slender build designed for speed, she has small paws that are light and easy to move. The she-cat also has a small, creamy white spot on the middle of her upper back like an egg between her shoulder blades, as well as a semi-circle of four white spots oddly around her right eye socket, and a single, smaller spot near the corner of her mouth on the left side. The she-cat has a pair of deep emerald eyes and a sclera more of a dark eggshell color of which tend to be worn as sly slits. Because of her dusky coat, it is often hard to make her out in the dark, thus her eyes stand out as her main feature. Personality [Core Personality Traits] Hearty | Lax | Impish | Clever | Wise | Realistic | Cheeky | Wily Jovial and loud, Shadow is ever the hearty cat in the clan. She's quick to make others feel comfortable and welcome by use of her open nature and strong sense of approachability. Along these lines, she doesn't have much of a personal bubble, and often finds herself well beyond the bounds of others'. However, when in a good mood, it seems that most don't mind her close contact simply because it's better when she's peppy and jolly rather than snippy, such as when she's trying to sleep or relax. And despite the rather blunt attitude that she tends to sport, her words are genuine and usually meant to be kind. To say this she-cat's lazy is an understatement. Shadow's greatest efforts are often seen in avoiding work as she's said to always have become a shadow whenever there's work to be done. In the same way that she is physically lazy, Xeno's temper is extremely lax, as if she couldn't care about what is happening in the world around her, so long as if it has nothing to do with her. She always has a clever excuse about her mouth and three escape routes in mind when trying to work her way out of...well, work. However so, her temper is pratically the opposite, as it is easy to get her riled up. A devil's advocate, she has a fiery and impish nature about her, and if she is confronted with something she doesn't necessarily agree with, her clever and sharp wit is bared. Shadow's open, outward appearance is what usually leads others to assume the she-cat is stupid. In fact, many factors about her make her out to seem dull and dimwitted- her lack of drive, quickness to oppose senior clanmates, and simply her fondness of avoiding tasks and overlooking small details in the things she does. However, Shadow truly is what's considered an 'old soul,' wiser beyond her years. When serious, or even interested enough in a situation, her words can be ripened with knowledge thought unattainable for the lax cat, and she tends to use said wisdom to turn heads during the most interesting of moments. It helps that when she isn't trudging around lazily, Shadow is nose-deep into something new, doing her best to feed her mind about the world around her and to extend her knowledge. Though bright and cheery most of the time, Shadow is thoroughly rational and capable of seeing the truth in most things. She's not one to get too easily excited over things, and though most believe this to be an example of her laziness, it is in fact because she's wise enough to understand that she dislikes being let down, and thus doesn't expect miracles or acts of Starclan or their ancestors to happen. It is along these same lines that she is considered somewhat of an atheist and sometimes a 'buzzkill'. Even the concept of the Starclan puts her mind into a downward spiral as she tries to understand and create a reasonable explanation as to why the leaders seem immortal. It's as if she's in almost constant denial. Brash and ballsy, Shadow's spirit as a hell-raiser is rather infamous among her clanmates as she enjoys finding ways to annoy others. No matter if she's up and moving, or curled up in her nest, Shadow has no problem sporting a cheeky attitude, and more often than not finds herself in trouble for disrespecting her seniors. It can be amusing for some, and completely annoying and distasteful to others. She doesn't often mean to be offensive or crude, but at times, her stubborn nature wishes to take over or she simply just finds the interaction too hilarious to back down. Such is why this behavior of hers has yet to cease. Although she often acts so tommishly that many mistaken her for a male or homosexual butch, Shadow is a she-cat with beguiling bone in her body, or two. She's wily and silver-tongued, and makes for one hell of a trickster in terms of an argument. This doesn't help with talking to those who know of her wisdom as she often finds ease in making asses of them all. It is unsure where this surprising skill of hers came from, and while she still has a long way to go to hone her lilting charm, it appears Shadow is still a master of the art among those of her age. History Born to the long-awaited pair of lovebirds, Darkstorm and Bunnyblossom, after the winds of trouble died down for a time, Shadowkit was the firstborn daughter out of a litter of six, second only to her elder brother, Gopherkit. Those which followed accounted for Volekit, Stormkit, Cloverkit, and Featherkit. And while these kits have a bulk of energy and a wealth of experience ahead of them in life, Shadowkit has a bit more locked away within her young mind; truths she will have to come to terms with as she grows for Shadowkit is the reincarnation of another. Thus, her story truly starts much longer ago. Originally a jet black Angora-Oriental mix by the name of Xeno, she was born in a faraway land beyond the territory of the clans to Darkest Night of No Moon (Darkie) and Raybeam, two of many who lives as a disciplined and cultured group all their own. It was always a place, as family, that the she-cat cherished, but never seemed to fit into. She was considered a troublesome kit, too energetic and fascinated by the world around her for her own good, and Xeno often felt like a fish out of water among her peers and seniors. Her vigorous nature was constantly scorned and subdued, only occasionally cultivated by her outsider of a mother. The elder queen had a silvery sharp tongue which acted as the most notable means of Xeno’s teaching. Xeno led a mostly boring life, full of disappointment, and she was only saved by the large heart of a skittish Siamese tom whom was her kithood friend. Cooper was a means to forget the steely whims of their group and the two often daydreamed of a time where they could be free. The tom was a coward, but idealistic whereas Xeno herself remained realistic, but oddly driven by her eventual beloved’s idea. The two spent many more moons together before they had finally reached their limit; a bloody clash with a neighboring clowder of cats left Cooper in a state of practical disrepair and Xeno was finally fueled to make her move. Taking her new mate along with her, Xeno fled their home and journeyed forth into lands unknown to escape the grasps of their kin. After the longest of treks, over a collection of lesser mountains and through an unruly Twolegplace, the pair ended up settling in an uninhabited foxset where they bore and raised a trio of wee scraps- kits by the names of Madolche, Adazeh, and Hewitt. Life was simple, but sweet, all until it was swept beneath Xeno’s nose by a cunning and starved beast. A fox had fancied the idea of a kit meal and in the dead of a summer night attacked the family in their den. Xeno had flown into a protective frenzy, the only defender of the family as Cooper corralled his kits. Or rather, attempted to. In actuality, the tom was too frantic to function beyond snagging Adazeh and breaking off into a sprint with her. Hewitt was snatched by the jaws of the fox, only to be retrieved as a lifeless scrap by his mother’s desperate claws. And the pudgy Madolche escaped in a clumsy manner, lucky enough to make it far enough into Mothclan territory to be discovered by a patrol and eventually claimed by the leader himself. Xeno was left by her lonesome, her incredibly honed tracking skills unable to locate any of her lost kin. In her solemn solitude, she buried her young son and left in no particular direction. Casting aside her name in the hopes to rid herself of all the painful memories, she appointed herself ‘Shadow;’ in essence, a shadow of her former self. Such a move resulted in the young queen finding herself on a long journey into the dense forest to the north; an exotic land filled with cats sporting the same foreign features that made her mother stand out from all the round faces of her old home. She had found the Tribe of Ancient Roots, the from which her dear mother hailed. It was a grueling process, but with her looks, coupled with the reluctant discipline beaten into her head and her sense of defeat, Shadow took to the temporary role of Prey-Hunter, dubbed Dark Shadow Cast Upon Egg- an homage to her mother and her newfound self- and worked a little as she could to get by. Days were long and grey to the queen, but no more miserable than she had felt all by her lonesome. However, the familiar sensation of not fitting in always persisted. It picked and prodded her like a pesky tick, sucking from her will from her. Shadow eventually left the Tribe, more quickly than it took her to leave her original home, and took to her aimless passage once more. With nothing to guide or drive her, the she-cat died a meaningless death, like a tree falling in silence in a woodland unseen. And yet, it seemed the stars had aligned in death for the queen. Perhaps by a simple whim or the dark humor of some, or rather a sympathetic mother up above, the will of Starclan awashed Shadow’s lost limbo-lost spirit. The she-cat had been reborn with Their grace into Mothclan, an unconventional clan for an unconventional cat. And while theis bright-eyed and beaming new bit of fur is fully her own person, many of the innate and underlying natures of Xeno’s long history will slowly, but surely seep up from the dark recesses of Shadowkit’s mind to color her character. Pedigree [Immediate Family] Father Darkstorm | Mothclan warrior | [Alive] Mother Bunnyblossom | Mothclan queen/warrior | [Alive] Littermates Gopherkit | Mothclan kit | [Alive] Stormkit | Mothclan kit | [Alive] Volekit | Mothclan kit | [Alive] Cloverkit | Mothclan kit | [Alive] Featherkit | Mothclan kit | [Alive] [Extended Family] Uncles Redwing | Mothclan warrior | [Alive] Aunts Leafeyes | Mothclan warrior | [Alive] Grandfathers Lionblaze | Mothclan warrior | [Deceased] Feathercrest | Rootclan deputy | [Alive] Grandmothers Emberbrook | Mothclan warrior | [Alive] Non-Blood Related / Unconventional Kin Eveningblaze | Mothclan deputy | [Alive] Milkberry | Mothclan warrior | [Alive] Onionplume | Mothclan warrior | [Alive] Darkest Night of No Moon Darkie | Loner | [Unknown] Raybeam | Loner | [Unknown] Adazeh | Loner | [Unknown] Hewitt | Loner | [Deceased]

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