* EDIT *
Flameshadow is now gay. He has no interest at all in she-cats, besides becoming friends. He just comes off more girly to me. Along with being sensitive.
( Not that all gay guys are girly, sensitive, etc.! Believe me, I grew up with two gay uncles and gay/bi friends <: )
Anyhow, he is gay though. Sorry she-cats, he don't touch that kind of pussy-willow.

P.S. He's into taller, stronger toms since he isn't a fighter and is the size of a she-cat which are smaller than toms <:

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|| Information ||

Name: Foxshadow

Gender: Male

Height: 22 cm ( 8.7 in. )
Head/Body Length: 44 cm ( 17.3 in. )
Tail: 25 cm ( 9.8 in. )

Weight: 4 kg ( 8.8 lbs )

Breed:
Egyptian Mau - 40%

American Short-Hair - 30%

Toyger - 20%

Other - 10%

Belief in StarClan:



His belief in StarClan is extremely strong. He also takes great pride in the fact that even though he was once a kittypet, he has more belief in them than most of his clan mates or other clan cats. But he does respect others belief and doesn't question his clan mates. He's never meet one of the starry cats, but still he doesn't falter.

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|| Affiliations ||

Current: ShadowClan

Past: Kittypet, Rouge/Loner

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|| Age ||

Age: 2 cycles & 6 moons, Approx. 30 moons ( 2 years, 6 months )

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|| Names ||

Kittypet: Nathan

Loner: Mix

Kit: Flamekit

Apprentice: Flamepaw

Warrior: Flameshadow

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|| Family ||

Father: Sam

Mother: Ginger

Sisters: Apple, Spotty

Brother: Max

Mate: None

Kits: None

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|| Education ||

Mentor: Pending

Apprentice(s): Pending

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|| Orientation ||

Orientation: Gay

Preferences: He is physically attracted to tom's. No she-cat business going on. Nope. He's fairly attracted to taller, larger toms. Ones that are capable of protecting him. Not that he'll ever admit that he needs to be protected at times. But it is also due to his irrational fear of blood and death. And for some reason he is more attracted to toms of other clans. 'More dangerous' and they 'smell better'.

Activity: Flameshadow is a virgin. In fact he has never been in a real relationship. He's slightly afraid of falling in love with someone, but sometimes flirts with cats he meets.

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|| Personality ||

Loving: He shows great feeling of love or great care towards all of his clan mates. Specifically towards his leader, deputy, medicine cats, or other cats he believes are of greater rank than him. He loves kits, and does his best to protect those who are unable to protect themselves.

Sensitive: Quick to detect or respond to others sudden change in mood or behavior.

Optimistic: He is extremely hopeful and confident about the future. He is usually upbeat and cheerful and always see's the better in things.

Emphatic: He shows, and gives, great emphasis towards those who need it. Which involves him usually expressing something forcibly and clearly.

Romantic: Somewhat inclined toward or suggestive of the feeling of excitement and mystery associated with love.

Warm Hearted: Amicable and friendly; kind, sympathetic and generous.

Loyal: Gives and shows firm and constant support or allegiance to a specific cat or his clan.

Generous: Has a readiness to give more of something, such as time, prey, protection, than is strictly necessary or expected. Also has great kindness toward others.

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|| History ||

Kittypet

I don't remember much as a kittypet. The one thing I do remember is seeing a dark ginger she-cat and other kits surrounding me. They were all so cold. My father said that I was the only one of the litter that lived, my mother died giving birth to us. Despite my brother and sisters being dead, they were each given a name by our house folk. The twolegs helped feed me until I was able to eat the horrible pellets they'd give us. Only a few moons had past until we were both abandoned and left behind in the cold two leg nest.

Loner

After we were abandoned Sam decided that it would be best to leave. We spent most of our days hiding from dogs, foxes, badgers, twolegs, and anything that would hurt us. Sam would hunt at night while I stayed in whatever den we took over for the time being. It was a very hard and lonely life. We never got the chance to meet other cats. In fact I've never seen another cat besides my own family. It was a real shock when we came across the lake. There were cats everywhere. Sam said it was best to stay back for a few days to study them. And we sure did! Sometimes I'd sneak away while my father was off and look for these cats. They did things awfully strange. I learned that there were four large different groups of cats. The ones that had my soul interest were the ones that lived in the pines. It soon came to the point where I'd follow these cats around daily, but after father came down with something bad I decided it was time to show myself. I had come across what was call ShadowClan. They were sure surprised when I came bolting into their camp, but after a lot of talking I was able to get help form their 'medicine cat'.

Clan Kit

When the medicine cat, Crowstripe, brought my father back I was delighted. The leader said that they'd help us, but we'd have to leave once Sam was better. For the following moon I had stayed in their nursery. Some of the queens took lovely care for me! It was delightful to learn their ways of clan life. But even though I was happy with this life, my father was extremely hostile and grew worse day after day. He'd never take the herbs that were given to him, and he'd always slash out at others. And soon enough he died. Here I was with no family, and no means to protect myself. I was afraid that I would have to leave the clan. After all we had promised that we'd leave once Sam got better, but now he was dead. Luckily however the leader asked if I'd like to join the clan and train to be a warrior, despite being a kittypet/loner, they wouldn't just kick a helpless kit out.

Apprentice

When I reached my sixth moon I was apprenticed. My mentor was truly amazing. They taught me everything I know, such as helping with my speed and endurance for hunting and battling. If you haven't noticed, my pelt sorta sticks out like a sore paw. Sometimes they'd lose their patience with me, due to me being so loving for other animals. It took a lot of encouragement to be taught to battle against other clan cats. It was still a shock that they didn't get a long very well. But besides the hostility I managed to make a few friends with the apprentices of all the clans.

Warrior

My life as a warrior is truly exciting. I don't like to attend battles as much as the others and defiantly isn't as eager. I like to stay back and protect the kits, queens, and elders. I visit Cottonpetal much, along with visiting kits and queens. I usually hunt whenever I can, and spend other moments doing apprentice work if the others don't or cant do it. Most say I'm gullible and shouldn't give into the apprentices. But how can I not? I've known them since they were kits! I do however draw a line when things go to far. Other clan cats tease me at gatherings or at border skirmishes about being a kittypet, or acting much like an over motherly queen. But besides all that I live happily serving my clan.

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|| Facts ||

Due to being raised by only his father and never meeting other cats he has grown more interested in toms than she-cats, but after being introduced to clan life has has grown attracted to females. Also with being raised for the rest of his kit-hood by loving, motherly queens they are what gave him his up beat optmistic personality.

He has a deep fear of death. When a clan mate dies he stays as far away as possible, sometimes spending the night in the forest until said dead cat is burried. He also eats his prey with closed eyes because he hates the fact of eating something dead. Along with hunting, after he kills his prey he wipes away any trace of blood. Which is a sure sign he is afraid of blood. All of this is the reason he stays away from battling as much as possible.

Besides being a ShadowClan warrior, he loves to swim in the lake whenever he gets the chance. He also likes to listen to rain and running streams.

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|| Playlist ||

Thousand Foot Krutch - Be Somebody

Broken Iris - Where Butterflies Never Die

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|| Relationships ||

| Family
| Deceased
| Love


| Hate/Dislike
| Fear
| Familiar
Respect
| Acquaintance
| Friend
| Close Friend
| Best Friend
| Crush/Attraction
| Lust
| Mate
| Discomfort
| Despise


|| ShadowClan ||

Halfstar : : "Halfstar is my leader, if I'd half to, I'd choose her and ShadowClan over StarClan any day!"

Crowstripe : : "He kinda scares me. . . in a good way, I guess?

Frostpaw : : "He's so cool!"

Cottonpetal : : "She's a real sweet-heart! She deserved to become a warrior."


|| ThunderClan ||

Bonepaw : : "He's very nice. A little jumpy, but all in all he is a real sweet~y."


|| WindClan ||

Name : :bullet::bullet: : "Thoughts go here!"


|| RiverClan ||

Hushedsea : : "She's a bit rude, but nothing that I can't handle!"

|| Non Clan ||

Sam : : "He wasn't just my father. He was my best friend. . . But I can't help but despise him. He died, abandoned me. He will pay for what he's done!"
( It's a bittersweet relationship. Flameshadow believes that Sam deliberately died, and left him with no one as a kit. He is the main cause for his secret loathing and sadness towards others. )

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|| Roleplay Example ||

Emerald hues gazed out of the warriors den lazily. The crisp morning wind caressing him gently. Flameshadow sighed loudly. He couldn't sleep at all last night. Coughs and sniffles from his clan mates bothered him to no end. The tabby tom sat up slowly and strolled out of the confinement that was the den. Soft coughing from the elders den drifted to his ears, causing them to swivel towards the sound. Next a pretty white face popped out of the den. Cottonpetal was awake. Besides the fact that she was younger than him, Flameshadow respected her highly. Slowly he moved towards the den. Trying his best not to scare her.