ownerName: EBONYHEART
Age: TWENTY-NINE
Gender: FEMALE
Breed: UNKNOWN
Clan: MARSHCLAN
Rank: WARRIOR
Eye color: PALE AMBER
Pelt color: MEDIUM BLACK FUR
Markings: she has a shiny pelt, despite the fact that she has a odd dash of white along the (hidden) side of her nose.
Height: ELEVEN INCHES
Weight: TEN POUNDS
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Likes:> Fighting
> Battle
> Blood
> Kits
Dislikes:> Lonelyness
> Hunting
> Sorrow
> Snow
Full Personality:Misty areas are hard to decode. Ebonyheart was once a closed off box, where no one could break, but now, even if she appears as the closed off she-cat, who lets no one in but her family, you might surprise yourself when you see her with kits, or with her clan mates, even apprentices and elders. She is like the she-cat meant to help the clan through troubled times. But the secret here, is that all cats can be fooled. She, desite appearing and acting closed off to many, is hurting on the inside. Her brother's run away, her uncle and mother's secret, even her father's lies. She has been hurt so many times by people she loved, that she kinda gave up on it. Now, looking at her actions around kits or very young apprentices, you would question that. She loves them, and yet she just states they are an enjoyment. But the cats looking in on her foggy glassed windows, can see the love in her eyes. The perfect mother indeed.
But then, they see the rage, and anger, and hurt, swirl when she thinks she is alone. They can see her confusion, and her 'can i trust them' look. She is like a riddle, but a riddle that wants to be figured out, and yet, no one can figure out the answer. She is the lost one, searching for the other half of her soul in the foggy room. But when she even gets close enough to the glass that keeps her from her true self, she is pulled back in and tossed around. She (thinks) she can never accept her real self, she looks into the eyes of a traitor and sees the hurt that one will have if she opens the door, and then she turns and hides from it. The reflection scars her. Her biggest fear? Herself. Just like in battle, she is the fierces of fierce. She fights to the death, if she is not called off it could mean death, for herself or for the other cat.
Birth Day: Leaf-bare
Birth Clan: Marshclan
Family: [Ebonyfang, real father, dead, Dark Forest]. (Tinyclaw, adopted father, elder alive, Marshclan) (Ivorypelt, dead, Starclan). {Littlestorm, warrior, alive, Frostclan}
History:The heart is supposed to be the purest of all things, and yet sometimes, it can be tainted black and left to slowly rot away. But in truth, there is always a light in that tunnel. So i bring you Ebonyheart. At a rather young age she was taught to hate, by the true father she had never known.
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It was a well known fact that Ebonyfang, a former Marshclan warrior, was the two kits father, but of course, that was all covered up but said father's younger brother, Tinyclaw. Now, it had been known as well that Tinyclaw and Ivorypelt had been fooling around with each other as well, when Ebongfang had found out, he had been banished for nearly killing his mate, ex-mate. So it wasn't a shock when they noticed that little Littlekit was looking exactly like Tinyclaw while, with a gasp of fear, Ebonykit was looking more or so just like her father. Hensh the names. Ivorypelt was in horror, but it seemed, that no matter how depressed she got, Tinyclaw took care of his niece and son.
So where does this story truely begin? I guess it begins with the the birth of the step-siblings/cousin. How in the world had it happen, not many were sure, but one this was certain. Both kits, despite their fathers, would never know the secret. Until the night that one father stood up to the challenge.
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Ebonykit had been three moons old, when she got the brave strength to run out of camp, Littlekit behind her, but during this outting, it was a surprise when they meet a taller, more profound male. He was tall and he had a pelt as black as Ebonykit's herself. When the two little kits, so innocent in their ways, threaten to hurt him, he had simply laughed it off, and said
they called him traitor. Now, kits are curious little things, and with this new found knowledge, Ebonykit and Littlekit came home with questions. With little anwsered, and Littlekit seemingly tamed, Ebonykit set it in her goals to figure out who Traitor was. So after a moon of planning the ecaspe, Ebonykit, a five moon old kit by now, cut through the entrance at dawn. She had went to bed early and when she woke up it was way before dawn. She had made it to the forest, when she met the shadowy tom, who looked at her curiously. She had even asked him why
they called him traitor. He told her alright, that his name was Ebonyfang, once a great warrior of Marshclan, until he was banished by his crazy ex-mate, Ivorypelt, because she didn't want his kit, his only kit. So she planned it all, the fake attack, the mating with Tinyclaw, and Tinyclaw having to raise his own
niece. Now at such a young age, Ebonykit believed just about anything, and with her knew found hate for her mother, uncle and step-brother, or cousin, she swore to meet her father a moon into her training. And so she became Ebonypaw.
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Ebonypaw and Littlepaw had since drifted apart. Even Tinyclaw, who Ebonypaw had loved more then her mother or brother, was treated with her icy temper. She was growing into a fine young apprentie, in her father's eyes. So it began every moon on the halfmoon she would leave camp around moonhigh. In the depths of her territory she would meet her father and he would train her. She loved him deeply and he had even told her she had his heart. The passion for everything he had ripped away from him. It went on threw her training that he helped her and it was surprising when she became a warrior a tad bit early. She was 11 1/2 moons old, her fighting was useful they had said. With that she was given her warrior named Ebonyheart. Her brother, Littlestorm, ran off into the night to Frostclan, his whole body had been scratched from head to toe and he knew he was not safe.
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It wasn't until her mother told her the story of her real father that Ebonyheart started to see her mistakes. For once she had been glade Littlestorm had made it out alive, but when mother and daughter went hunting one day, it wasn't surprising when Ebonyfang and a female rogue pinned down the two. the female rogue holding Ebonyheart down and Ebonyfang, was holding Ivorypelt. He only gave a smirking speech as he told Ebonyheart the true intentions of his past, what he had done and what he was about to do. It was all shocking when Ebonyfang brought his teeth down to grace Ivorypelt's throat and then he pulled, killing her instantly. Now a overly emotional she-cat is a bad thing to deal with and when Ebonyfang had killed Ivorypelt, Ebonyheart lost it. She took a great deal of power to over through the rogue she-cat, but when she finally got her father pinned, she killed him as swiftly as she could. With help from her uncle, Tinyclaw. The two, uncle and niece, fought side by side as friends, not foes. It was only after returning to camp, that Ebonyheart built up her mask, even her uncle, Tinyclaw, seemed confused, but with her knowing smiles his way, he knew, that she knew. He tried to explain but Ebonyheart told him to save it and that, despite his secret, she would always love him as her uncle, father, friend. It was then that the two cats began their relationship again.
Over the moons, it became quite clear to many that the she-cat, Ebonyheart, has changed. Her actions to her clan mates, had soften, and her step-father/uncle, Tinyclaw, despite his elder rank, had become her quide. Even with her brother in Frostclan, they noticed her warmth to that clan, for accepting her brother. But then, they noticed the change she had in battle. She seemed to through her self into the line of fight, taking hits that, despite her braveary, were not meant for her. It's been countless times over the moons that she has been in the medicine cat's den. For that she has never gotten an apprentice, and for that, she never wishes to have one.
