shadowear. male.

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Name: Shadowear.
Age: Twenty-seven moons.
Gender: Male.
Breed: Unknown to him.
Clan: Frostclan.
Rank: Warrior.





Eye color: Ember-colored.
Pelt color: Midnight black.
Markings: None.
Height: 11 inches.
Weight: 9 pounds.


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Likes:

• sleeping
  
• eating
  
• hunting
  
• kits
  
• snow
  
• night time
  
• black
  

Dislikes:

• crowds
  
• annoyances
  
• being underestimated
  
• settling for less
  

Full Personality: Shadowear is a stubborn, somewhat cocky cat. He likes kits and apprentices, he didn't have a very good kithood so he tries to give all the other kits a good one. He loves the night time; it is the only time he can actually blend in with everything. He sticks out like a sore thumb in the daytime. He hates being underestimated. Many people think he is weak and unsettling at first glance. He hates it, but he doesn't get set off. He just walks away. He doesn't like settling for less, and he expects everything he asks for. He doesn't get angry, but he does have an upset tone for the rest of the day. He sort of just sits around and watches the clan, and doesn't hesitate to kick in when needed.




Birth Day: Greenleaf
Birth Clan: Kittypet
Family:
Unknown, except:
Zebrapelt | Brother
History: Shadowear was born into a shelter for cats. His mother and father were taken from him right after his birth; he only had communication with his other brothers for two days. He was crammed in a tiny cardboard box with his one and only "suitable" brother. He knew their other siblings were killed; or at least he thought. He was born in one of those mills, where they only sell the cats for profit and don't even take care of them. He was terrified for most of his kithood. He was beaten if he peed on the floor (he had no where else to go), he had maggots under his skin, he was extremely emaciated. This wasn't nearly as bad as the kits and other cats around him. He was only there for three months before a nearby dairy found out about the mill and contacted federal members.

He was put in a new, nonprofit shelter. He was put in the same cage with his brother by chance; there was a mistake in the attendance form, and Zebrapelt was just put with Shadowear. Zebrapelt and Shadowear did not get along too well together, but they learned, overtime, that they had to stick together if they didn't want to get lost in life. They had no idea where their other siblings were, or if they were even alive. Shadowear and Zebrapelt were adopted together by a loving young couple who loved the fact that they had two 1-year old cats that were brothers.

Shadowear didn't like the couple. He was more angry at them. He was so used the the abuse, the horrible treatment, he thought that being treated good was actually more abusive. he often did not like to be petted, and Zebrapelt was his opposite. Shadowear and Zebrapelt were the perfect example for opposites attract.

Shadowear was extremely stubborn. he would not eat when he was hungry. He would not sleep when he was tired. He would not do anything for the twolegs. He thought so differently from other cats. He had a different mind... Everyone thought him as the crazy cat on the street.

One cat, across the street, tried talking him into feeling no hope of getting out. She told him everything about the four clans, how she had met them and talked to some of the warriors one night. How she felt when she knew she wouldn't become a warrior. He told him he would never escape the isolated life of a kittypet.

But this just made him more determined. He became more and more stubborn, making him sick and frail for several months. He could barely walk the whole time, and his brother had no sympathy. He would tell him the days stories, what had happened outside. He would try to get him back on his paws again; he would not mope around and feel bad for Shadowear. he couldn't leave him laying around like the twolegs did. They even made him take some disgusting liquid that was supposed to help him, but as Shadowear thought, it made him more sick.

Three weeks after he recovered, he jumped the couple's backyard fence and never turned back. Zebrapelt followed, but left the day after. Shadowear left no trace, and he ventured to the place where FrostClan resided. He had no hesitation of joining, and Zebrapelt had none either. The thing was, Zebrapelt joined SunClan in his depression of leaving the twolegs...

[Stella]

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