Post by RAINSTAR on Aug 1, 2015 4:42:19 GMT -5
Rainstar
AGE
Fifty moonsGENDER
FemaleCLAN
ShadowClan RANK
Leader (7/9 lives)SEXUALITY
HeteroSHORT APPEARANCE
Mottled grey and brown she-cat with dark orange eyesFULL APPEARANCE
Herepersonality
The first impression one has of Rainstar is of a grumpy, antisocial cat, one who does not indulge in casual chatter, play or frivolity of any kind. She is a serious, no-nonsense kind of leader, with a scowl that can make even the cockiest young warrior quail and send any kit running for their mother, and young ShadowClan cats soon learn to feel her wrath, should they step out of bounds; she’s not above giving a clout around the ears if she feels it’s deserved. She’s not entirely a killjoy; she doesn’t care if other cats play in camp, so long as they snap to attention the moment she calls for a patrol, or for any other task she wants completing. Unsurprisingly, Rainstar does not hesitate when it comes to discipline, and a misdemeanour will find one landed with all the least pleasant chores, if not worse.
But for all this, Rainstar is not a recluse by any means. She is a very active leader, frequently leading border patrols and hunting parties, and is not in the least shy of addressing the Clan to make announcements. These she typically delivers with an air of seriousness brushed with a hint of sarcasm, for though most don’t realise it, she does have something of a sense of humour and is prone to slipping little jokes into her speech that only those very close to her will understand. Nevertheless, while Rainstar is happy to interact with all Clanmates in these formal settings, she does not socialise with them, and does not share her motives, thoughts or fears with them. These she saves for only a few of her oldest and most trusted warriors, the deputy included, this small group of cats containing the only ones whose council she hears, and who in turn hear her stratagems, concerns and many musings. She spends long stretches of time cloistered with them, almost always one at a time, sharing tongues while she talks over a proposed solution to a problem, or a plan to improve ShadowClan’s standing in the Forest.
Rainstar is a very good hunter and an excellent fighter, and she takes part in hunts and patrols not only because she feels that a leader should contribute to their Clan materially but also because she just plain enjoys it. She’s not especially blood-thirsty; she does not love violence, though she does not fear it either, but she does enjoy doing something skilfully. There is a deep satisfaction to be had in putting together seasons of training in a single moment with a perfect pounce on an unfortunate vole, or an elegant leap out of enemy’s grasp that simultaneously slashes them with hind claws. She came by her skills the hard way, through failed hunts and battle-wounds, and all the visceral fear has long since been bled out of her. Short on neither courage nor brawn, she is a fearsome opponent in both true battle and in sparring.
But to say that Rainstar does not know fear would be a lie, for although she is down to earth and straightforward in her thinking, not given to fretting or anxiety, whenever she looks out upon her Clan and sees these cats that she loves so dearly arrayed around her, she cannot help but feel a knot of concern in her chest. She may not be an affectionate or sociable leader, but Rainstar is both diligent and dutiful, very aware of the responsibilities of her position, and not even for a moment would she let herself forget where her loyalty lies. She lives and dies for the Clan; its success is her success, its failure is her failure, and every moment spent idol is one that could be spent bettering the Clan in some way
When it comes to the other Clans, Rainstar is mostly ambivalent. She wishes to preserve the tentative peace currently trying to survive in the forest, because more peace means less of her Clanmates get injured (although it also means less chance for battle training, which she makes up for by ordering frequent vigorous sparring – not trying hard enough means you have to face her), but she also doesn’t particularly want to be friendly with them either. So long as they keep to their territory and don’t otherwise insult ShadowClan, she’ll leave them be. Make no mistake though, while Rainstar does not enjoy war, she’s not afraid of it, and she will have her warriors fiercely defend the Clan’s lands if needed.
But for all this, Rainstar is not a recluse by any means. She is a very active leader, frequently leading border patrols and hunting parties, and is not in the least shy of addressing the Clan to make announcements. These she typically delivers with an air of seriousness brushed with a hint of sarcasm, for though most don’t realise it, she does have something of a sense of humour and is prone to slipping little jokes into her speech that only those very close to her will understand. Nevertheless, while Rainstar is happy to interact with all Clanmates in these formal settings, she does not socialise with them, and does not share her motives, thoughts or fears with them. These she saves for only a few of her oldest and most trusted warriors, the deputy included, this small group of cats containing the only ones whose council she hears, and who in turn hear her stratagems, concerns and many musings. She spends long stretches of time cloistered with them, almost always one at a time, sharing tongues while she talks over a proposed solution to a problem, or a plan to improve ShadowClan’s standing in the Forest.
Rainstar is a very good hunter and an excellent fighter, and she takes part in hunts and patrols not only because she feels that a leader should contribute to their Clan materially but also because she just plain enjoys it. She’s not especially blood-thirsty; she does not love violence, though she does not fear it either, but she does enjoy doing something skilfully. There is a deep satisfaction to be had in putting together seasons of training in a single moment with a perfect pounce on an unfortunate vole, or an elegant leap out of enemy’s grasp that simultaneously slashes them with hind claws. She came by her skills the hard way, through failed hunts and battle-wounds, and all the visceral fear has long since been bled out of her. Short on neither courage nor brawn, she is a fearsome opponent in both true battle and in sparring.
But to say that Rainstar does not know fear would be a lie, for although she is down to earth and straightforward in her thinking, not given to fretting or anxiety, whenever she looks out upon her Clan and sees these cats that she loves so dearly arrayed around her, she cannot help but feel a knot of concern in her chest. She may not be an affectionate or sociable leader, but Rainstar is both diligent and dutiful, very aware of the responsibilities of her position, and not even for a moment would she let herself forget where her loyalty lies. She lives and dies for the Clan; its success is her success, its failure is her failure, and every moment spent idol is one that could be spent bettering the Clan in some way
When it comes to the other Clans, Rainstar is mostly ambivalent. She wishes to preserve the tentative peace currently trying to survive in the forest, because more peace means less of her Clanmates get injured (although it also means less chance for battle training, which she makes up for by ordering frequent vigorous sparring – not trying hard enough means you have to face her), but she also doesn’t particularly want to be friendly with them either. So long as they keep to their territory and don’t otherwise insult ShadowClan, she’ll leave them be. Make no mistake though, while Rainstar does not enjoy war, she’s not afraid of it, and she will have her warriors fiercely defend the Clan’s lands if needed.
history
The circumstances of Rainkits birth, and her early life in ShadowClan’s nursery, were nothing particularly unusual. She and her two littermates, a male and a female, were born to Lavenderpelt, an older queen who had had many previous litters, and Stripedflame, a well-respected warrior who had proved himself in battle many times. Stripedflame had little interest in kits, at least while they were still kits, and he and Lavenderpelt were not mates in the sense that they shared a monogamous or even particularly close relationship, and Lavenderpelt was solely in charge of the kits’ early upbringing, helped only by the other queens. She named the male kit Milk-kit, for the white marking on his feet, face, chest and belly, the first female kit Burningkit, for the way the orange and black of the kit’s coat reminded her of burning wood, and the second female kit Rainkit, for the muted appearance of her colours, as though looking at something distant and obscured by heavy rain.
While the kits were young, they spent their time playing with each other and with the other kits in the nursery. Milk-kit was a playful, carefree kit and Burningkit was something of a bossy little madam, quickly establishing herself as the nursery’s ringleader, but while Rainkit was happy to play-fight and join in their games of tag, she was somewhat more serious than the others. She loved to visit the elders den and listen to their stories of what it meant to be a warrior, and when she was old enough and brave enough she also went to visit the warriors’ den to pester those that did not shoo her away what being a warrior was like.
She was, as you might expect, very much looking forward to becoming an apprentice, and when that day came she was so full of mingled nerves and excitement that she practically trembled, not that her siblings were any better. At this time Stripedflame had recently had an apprentice graduate and all expected him to soon be given another, such was his standing amongst the Clan, and Rainkit privately hoped it would be her, but instead it was Burningkit that was named his apprentice, Rainkit instead being given to the quiet, dependable she-cat Wolf-fang, a friend of her father’s, but not nearly as well-known or celebrated. Milk-kit was given to the young warrior Brightflower, as her first apprentice.
Despite this mild disappointment, Rainpaw was determined to do as well as she possibly could during her apprenticeship. Her mentor was not especially excellent when it came to hunting or fighting, but she was nevertheless perfectly competent and couldn’t have been more dutiful in her attitude. She took Rainpaw out every day, come what may, and never passed up an opportunity either to point out a mistake, or to praise good work. She was not soft on Rainpaw; she would not hesitate to point out the faults with the apprentice’s work, but her criticisms were always constructive and served with advice on how to improve. She must have been pleased with her apprentice, because Rainpaw did improve dramatically. She poured her heart and soul into her training, practicing her technique at every possible moment, and she progressed at a rate that was rather astonishing.
Indeed, she was so wrapped up in her training that she hardly noticed anything else. She would collapse exhausted into the apprentice’s den every day only to get up and do it all again at dawn, and she hardly had time to socialise. Meanwhile Burningpaw, her sister, was continuing to network, their father’s influence giving the born-leader even more confidence, and her brother Milkpaw was known for being something of an outrageous flirt, but Rainpaw didn’t much care what they were up to. The other apprentices worried about who liked who and which of the apprentices in the other Clans were the most handsome or beautiful, and Rainpaw would just roll her eyes and try to ignore their chatter. She wasn’t beautiful, she didn’t care to be, and couldn’t they all please shut up so she could sleep?
When she was approaching her twelfth moon though, there was a tragedy that jerked the apprentice back to reality; her sister was killed by a fox. The presence of the fox had been known and all the apprentices warned not to go near it without a full patrol of warriors, but, brimming with overconfidence and determined to add the heroic feet of slaying a fox to her name, she set off in search of it with only Milkpaw in tow. Rainpaw did not know about their adventure, the first she heard of it was when a bloodied and terrified Milkpaw returned to camp with the horrible tale on his lips. Burningpaw had no one to blame but herself, but it was nevertheless a shocking turn of events and Rainpaw found that she did care about her sister overall. Seeking solitude to grieve in private, she wandered away from the camp and mourned alone for some time. She was found at dusk by the lanky black tom Nightstrike, who she had known in the apprentice den before he was made a warrior not two Turns previously but had rarely spoken to. “Come on,” He had said, “Wolf-fang is looking for you. She’s worried.” When Rainpaw had just gazed at him glassily he had added, more softly, “Hey, it happens. It’s always awful but you accept it and move on.” And so Rainpaw had gone back to her mentor.
She was given the warrior name of Rainfur not long after Burningpaw’s death, and embraced the life of a warrior willingly. Through her hard work she quickly became noticed as an excellent cat to have on patrol, and the senior warriors were always glad when the deputy assigned her to them. Solitary by nature, she spent much of her spare time hunting alone, and the freshkill pile benefited from it substantially. She did not, however, make many friends. Since Burningpaw’s death Rainfur had made a point of strengthening the bond with her brother, now named Milkfoot, and although she pretended not to she did enjoy listening to his carefree chatter while they shared tongues, even if it was mostly boasting about how many of his kits were currently in the nursery (Rainfur always halved what he told her to get a more likely number). Otherwise the cats she most admired were the senior warriors who had already proven themselves, and the barrier of rank inhibited her from becoming close with them.
Over time though, Rainfur did manage to build up two friendships, one with the aforementioned black tom Nightstrike, whose gentle, quiet and serious demeanour belied the deadly ferocity he unleashed in battle, and Brightflower, the cream and white she-cat who, coincidentally, had also been Milkfoot’s mentor. The trio became very close, all sharing a deep loyalty to the Warrior Code and desire to see their Clan succeed, and they were the only ones with whom she shared her thoughts, and with whom she could have a good joke with. Even when Brightflower, who had always been a motherly sort, decided to devote her life to raising kits and became a queen almost permanently, almost always with Nightstrike’s kits, Rainfur would visit her in the nursery and share the events of her day. During one of these occasions Brightflower asked if Rainfur would ever have kits and the warrior just scoffed, joking that there were no toms she liked anyway.
Despite her words though, Rainfur did catch herself looking at Nightstrike sometimes, and knew that it meant something when she felt embarrassed to be caught at it. Over time their relationship did become sort of maybe something a bit more than friendship, but he was Brightflower’s mate really and Rainfur felt a little guilty when she found herself in the nursery, about to have his kits, even though Birhgtflower seemed to find the whole situation rather hilarious. Rainfur’s two kits were both pure-black females, and, lacking somewhat in imagination, she named them Black-kit and Shadowkit. She did love them dearly, and cared for them well with Brightflower’s help, but she very much missed being able to patrol and hunt properly. Through tragedy though, she ended up returning to the warriors’ den sooner than expected; Black-kit had always been a frail kit, tiring easily and always complaining of a sore chest, and it seemed that her heart failed one night. Shadowkit was a strong and healthy kit, rambunctious and full of energy, but she was born at the star of leafbare, and was only two and a half moons when a spate of serious greencough travelling through the Clan claimed her life as well. Rainfur never had another litter.
Rainfur’s life was then quiet for four seasons, which she spent being the best warrior she could be and maintaining her friendships with Nightstrike, Brightflower, and, separately, her brother. Brightflower’s death due to complications in her latest pregnancy, in which the medicine cat estimated she’d been carrying at least six kits, only brought Nightstrike and Rainfur closer together, and they mourned their lost friend together. Rainfur was 38 moons old by this time, and by this time she had had two apprentices and both of her parents had retired to the elders’ den. It was at around this time that the deputy, an older tom who had been chosen more to support the younger leader than to be her successor, also retired, and Rainfur, rather to her surprise, was chosen to replace him. Her promotion was, the leader explained, due to her diligent nature and the high skill which she had shown in both hunting and fighting, which she hoped would act as an example to the younger warriors.
Rainfur had never really desired power, and she was deeply touched by what it meant, but she was also very aware of the responsibility it came with. She was determined to be a good deputy, determined to help the leader lead the Clan to success, and she put a great deal of effort into making sure that patrols and hunting parties ran smoothly at all times. Although she had never sought leadership she surprised herself by being quite good at it, her fierceness meaning that few warriors wanted to argue with her commands, and with her chivvying and badgering, the Clan’s level of productivity did, in fact, improve.
Rainfur would have been happy to have stayed a deputy until battle took her, but it wasn’t to be. Only six moons after the appointment, the leader, who had herself only been in that position eighteen moons, unexpectedly and suddenly died by drowning, a process which claimed all nine of lives in quick succession as she sank to the bottom of the river. The Clan was thrown into turmoil, some cats claiming that she was murdered by a rival Clan, and Rainfur found herself suddenly called Rainstar with nine lives, StarClan’s blessing, and the feeling of being woefully unprepared. She was also suspicious about the circumstances of the former leader’s death, but when the news was reported to the other Clans, she was satisfied by the looks of open shock and surprise, at least on the faces of the leaders and deputies, and so she instead concentrated on keeping the Clan together. She was determined to make the best of the situation and do the best she could for the Clan, and after a moon or two, things were back to some semblance of normality.
And then there was the War. Rainstar watched with a sense of deep foreboding as ThunderClan seemed to implode, knowing it would spell disaster for her own Clan. Sure enough, discord and turmoil began to spread amongst ShadowClan cats despite all Rainstar could do as the two sides of ThunderClan each tried to make ShadowClan its ally. Rainstar was having none of it, determined to keep ShadowClan neutral, but when news came that Hawkstar had been murdered, there was nothing more she could do to stop the tide of violence coming towards her Clan. Battles with all four other Clans came thick and fast, causing casualty after casualty. Milkfoot, who had settled down into an honourable warrior at this point, was killed in the fighting, as were two of her former apprentices, and even her father the elder, who could not bear to see his Clan suffer so and came out to find despite his age, was slain. Rainstar lost two lives in quick succession, the first to the RiverClan leader's jaws, the second to a surprise attack from an overly brave ThunderClan apprentice. The effort cost him his life too, and he didn't have any to spare. It was a desperate, awful time, remembered now as some kind of nightmare, and it all culminated in a monstrous battle involving all four Clans. StarClan’s timely arrival was all that saved the Clans from complete annihilation.
Now Rainstar is doing all she can to keep ShadowClan from getting too involved in the affairs of the other Clans. She wants the peace to last and believes the best way of doing that is by having her Clan keep to itself. The Clan is still understrength after so many causalities, and her focus now is on training up what apprentices they have to be the Clans next batch of great warriors.
MOTHER: Lavenderpelt
FATHER:Stripedflame
GRANDMOTHER:Sunstripe (maternal), Lilynose (paternal)
GRANDFATHER:Wolfhowl (maternal), Scarchest (paternal)
SIBLINGS:Burningpaw, Milkfoot
MATE: Nightstrike (non-exclusive)
OFFSPRING:Black-kit, Shadowkit
While the kits were young, they spent their time playing with each other and with the other kits in the nursery. Milk-kit was a playful, carefree kit and Burningkit was something of a bossy little madam, quickly establishing herself as the nursery’s ringleader, but while Rainkit was happy to play-fight and join in their games of tag, she was somewhat more serious than the others. She loved to visit the elders den and listen to their stories of what it meant to be a warrior, and when she was old enough and brave enough she also went to visit the warriors’ den to pester those that did not shoo her away what being a warrior was like.
She was, as you might expect, very much looking forward to becoming an apprentice, and when that day came she was so full of mingled nerves and excitement that she practically trembled, not that her siblings were any better. At this time Stripedflame had recently had an apprentice graduate and all expected him to soon be given another, such was his standing amongst the Clan, and Rainkit privately hoped it would be her, but instead it was Burningkit that was named his apprentice, Rainkit instead being given to the quiet, dependable she-cat Wolf-fang, a friend of her father’s, but not nearly as well-known or celebrated. Milk-kit was given to the young warrior Brightflower, as her first apprentice.
Despite this mild disappointment, Rainpaw was determined to do as well as she possibly could during her apprenticeship. Her mentor was not especially excellent when it came to hunting or fighting, but she was nevertheless perfectly competent and couldn’t have been more dutiful in her attitude. She took Rainpaw out every day, come what may, and never passed up an opportunity either to point out a mistake, or to praise good work. She was not soft on Rainpaw; she would not hesitate to point out the faults with the apprentice’s work, but her criticisms were always constructive and served with advice on how to improve. She must have been pleased with her apprentice, because Rainpaw did improve dramatically. She poured her heart and soul into her training, practicing her technique at every possible moment, and she progressed at a rate that was rather astonishing.
Indeed, she was so wrapped up in her training that she hardly noticed anything else. She would collapse exhausted into the apprentice’s den every day only to get up and do it all again at dawn, and she hardly had time to socialise. Meanwhile Burningpaw, her sister, was continuing to network, their father’s influence giving the born-leader even more confidence, and her brother Milkpaw was known for being something of an outrageous flirt, but Rainpaw didn’t much care what they were up to. The other apprentices worried about who liked who and which of the apprentices in the other Clans were the most handsome or beautiful, and Rainpaw would just roll her eyes and try to ignore their chatter. She wasn’t beautiful, she didn’t care to be, and couldn’t they all please shut up so she could sleep?
When she was approaching her twelfth moon though, there was a tragedy that jerked the apprentice back to reality; her sister was killed by a fox. The presence of the fox had been known and all the apprentices warned not to go near it without a full patrol of warriors, but, brimming with overconfidence and determined to add the heroic feet of slaying a fox to her name, she set off in search of it with only Milkpaw in tow. Rainpaw did not know about their adventure, the first she heard of it was when a bloodied and terrified Milkpaw returned to camp with the horrible tale on his lips. Burningpaw had no one to blame but herself, but it was nevertheless a shocking turn of events and Rainpaw found that she did care about her sister overall. Seeking solitude to grieve in private, she wandered away from the camp and mourned alone for some time. She was found at dusk by the lanky black tom Nightstrike, who she had known in the apprentice den before he was made a warrior not two Turns previously but had rarely spoken to. “Come on,” He had said, “Wolf-fang is looking for you. She’s worried.” When Rainpaw had just gazed at him glassily he had added, more softly, “Hey, it happens. It’s always awful but you accept it and move on.” And so Rainpaw had gone back to her mentor.
She was given the warrior name of Rainfur not long after Burningpaw’s death, and embraced the life of a warrior willingly. Through her hard work she quickly became noticed as an excellent cat to have on patrol, and the senior warriors were always glad when the deputy assigned her to them. Solitary by nature, she spent much of her spare time hunting alone, and the freshkill pile benefited from it substantially. She did not, however, make many friends. Since Burningpaw’s death Rainfur had made a point of strengthening the bond with her brother, now named Milkfoot, and although she pretended not to she did enjoy listening to his carefree chatter while they shared tongues, even if it was mostly boasting about how many of his kits were currently in the nursery (Rainfur always halved what he told her to get a more likely number). Otherwise the cats she most admired were the senior warriors who had already proven themselves, and the barrier of rank inhibited her from becoming close with them.
Over time though, Rainfur did manage to build up two friendships, one with the aforementioned black tom Nightstrike, whose gentle, quiet and serious demeanour belied the deadly ferocity he unleashed in battle, and Brightflower, the cream and white she-cat who, coincidentally, had also been Milkfoot’s mentor. The trio became very close, all sharing a deep loyalty to the Warrior Code and desire to see their Clan succeed, and they were the only ones with whom she shared her thoughts, and with whom she could have a good joke with. Even when Brightflower, who had always been a motherly sort, decided to devote her life to raising kits and became a queen almost permanently, almost always with Nightstrike’s kits, Rainfur would visit her in the nursery and share the events of her day. During one of these occasions Brightflower asked if Rainfur would ever have kits and the warrior just scoffed, joking that there were no toms she liked anyway.
Despite her words though, Rainfur did catch herself looking at Nightstrike sometimes, and knew that it meant something when she felt embarrassed to be caught at it. Over time their relationship did become sort of maybe something a bit more than friendship, but he was Brightflower’s mate really and Rainfur felt a little guilty when she found herself in the nursery, about to have his kits, even though Birhgtflower seemed to find the whole situation rather hilarious. Rainfur’s two kits were both pure-black females, and, lacking somewhat in imagination, she named them Black-kit and Shadowkit. She did love them dearly, and cared for them well with Brightflower’s help, but she very much missed being able to patrol and hunt properly. Through tragedy though, she ended up returning to the warriors’ den sooner than expected; Black-kit had always been a frail kit, tiring easily and always complaining of a sore chest, and it seemed that her heart failed one night. Shadowkit was a strong and healthy kit, rambunctious and full of energy, but she was born at the star of leafbare, and was only two and a half moons when a spate of serious greencough travelling through the Clan claimed her life as well. Rainfur never had another litter.
Rainfur’s life was then quiet for four seasons, which she spent being the best warrior she could be and maintaining her friendships with Nightstrike, Brightflower, and, separately, her brother. Brightflower’s death due to complications in her latest pregnancy, in which the medicine cat estimated she’d been carrying at least six kits, only brought Nightstrike and Rainfur closer together, and they mourned their lost friend together. Rainfur was 38 moons old by this time, and by this time she had had two apprentices and both of her parents had retired to the elders’ den. It was at around this time that the deputy, an older tom who had been chosen more to support the younger leader than to be her successor, also retired, and Rainfur, rather to her surprise, was chosen to replace him. Her promotion was, the leader explained, due to her diligent nature and the high skill which she had shown in both hunting and fighting, which she hoped would act as an example to the younger warriors.
Rainfur had never really desired power, and she was deeply touched by what it meant, but she was also very aware of the responsibility it came with. She was determined to be a good deputy, determined to help the leader lead the Clan to success, and she put a great deal of effort into making sure that patrols and hunting parties ran smoothly at all times. Although she had never sought leadership she surprised herself by being quite good at it, her fierceness meaning that few warriors wanted to argue with her commands, and with her chivvying and badgering, the Clan’s level of productivity did, in fact, improve.
Rainfur would have been happy to have stayed a deputy until battle took her, but it wasn’t to be. Only six moons after the appointment, the leader, who had herself only been in that position eighteen moons, unexpectedly and suddenly died by drowning, a process which claimed all nine of lives in quick succession as she sank to the bottom of the river. The Clan was thrown into turmoil, some cats claiming that she was murdered by a rival Clan, and Rainfur found herself suddenly called Rainstar with nine lives, StarClan’s blessing, and the feeling of being woefully unprepared. She was also suspicious about the circumstances of the former leader’s death, but when the news was reported to the other Clans, she was satisfied by the looks of open shock and surprise, at least on the faces of the leaders and deputies, and so she instead concentrated on keeping the Clan together. She was determined to make the best of the situation and do the best she could for the Clan, and after a moon or two, things were back to some semblance of normality.
And then there was the War. Rainstar watched with a sense of deep foreboding as ThunderClan seemed to implode, knowing it would spell disaster for her own Clan. Sure enough, discord and turmoil began to spread amongst ShadowClan cats despite all Rainstar could do as the two sides of ThunderClan each tried to make ShadowClan its ally. Rainstar was having none of it, determined to keep ShadowClan neutral, but when news came that Hawkstar had been murdered, there was nothing more she could do to stop the tide of violence coming towards her Clan. Battles with all four other Clans came thick and fast, causing casualty after casualty. Milkfoot, who had settled down into an honourable warrior at this point, was killed in the fighting, as were two of her former apprentices, and even her father the elder, who could not bear to see his Clan suffer so and came out to find despite his age, was slain. Rainstar lost two lives in quick succession, the first to the RiverClan leader's jaws, the second to a surprise attack from an overly brave ThunderClan apprentice. The effort cost him his life too, and he didn't have any to spare. It was a desperate, awful time, remembered now as some kind of nightmare, and it all culminated in a monstrous battle involving all four Clans. StarClan’s timely arrival was all that saved the Clans from complete annihilation.
Now Rainstar is doing all she can to keep ShadowClan from getting too involved in the affairs of the other Clans. She wants the peace to last and believes the best way of doing that is by having her Clan keep to itself. The Clan is still understrength after so many causalities, and her focus now is on training up what apprentices they have to be the Clans next batch of great warriors.
MOTHER: Lavenderpelt
FATHER:
GRANDMOTHER:
GRANDFATHER:
SIBLINGS:
MATE: Nightstrike (non-exclusive)
OFFSPRING:
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