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I'm Named Darkened Angel
I Have Lived 45 Moons
I Am A Respected Sharpclaw
I Am A Proud She-cat
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I Am Described As This.

At first, if she stands very still, you may mistake Darkened Angel for a shadow or an unnatural black blob. If seen on a lightly colored canvas, Darkened Angel will often catch the eyes of many passerby, her black pelt standing out and almost radiating energy much like a white colored coat would on a dark background. Her black pelt is cut short and is very easy to groom and care for. She doesn't shed much since her coat is rather thin, making it tough for her to retain heat in the cold days of leaf-bare. She has delicate paws adorned with soft fur, seeming almost too fragile looking to actually belong to a Sharpclaw. Don't be fooled, she has sharp claws like a Sharpclaw should.

But if you come up close (if Darkened Angel lets you), then you may notice that underneath that glorious ebony pelt lie a soft and hardly noticeable undercoat of white, giving it her name. You may also notice her beautiful eyes, which from a distance are a piercing yellow that can hypnotize any cat and freeze them to the spot. They are actually speckled with soft colors of green and gold, making them sparkle and give the appearance of dancing leaves in the end. Of course this is only an illusion of the eye.

Every cat has it's flaws. Darkened Angel is very small for her age, almost gaining the title of petite. She isn't proud of it either, she wishes that she could be as large and muscular as the other Sharpclaws in her so called family. If you look closely at her tail, you may notice the rather odd pattern that exists there. She has a sort of a circle of teethmarks on the tip of her tail where a badger managed to grab hold of her when she was just a Cat in Training.

I Act Like This.

Darkened Angel should not be judged by her name...most of the time. Overall, she likes to keep to herself unless certain that she is in a company of cats that she can trust with her life. She has never had much patience with rules or anything else that might take too much time, but she is very intelligent and will think the situation through thoroughly before taking action.

For the select and fortunate few that can actually call her friend, Darkened Angel is almost like a different cat. The few friends that she has, she clings onto with over-enthusiastic protectiveness and care, as though she is scared that someone will take them away from her. When in her friend's company, Darkened Angel actually smiles with the joy reaching her eyes and warming even the coldest of hearts. To be a friend of Darkened Angel is truly a blessing.

The Story From My Past.

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From the start, Darkened Angel was a very normal kit, someone who was curious about all things and who found happiness in even the smallest things of life. She had only one sibling, a small black tom. Darkened Angel loved to go on adventures and would often get in loads of trouble with her brother, causing much distress and annoyance to the older Sharpclaws of the group.

Angel's mother was a hard, cold-hearted Sharpclaw that didn't care much for her kits. Angel and her brother were left to fend for themselves most of the time and only the comfort of their father got them through the early stages of their life. Their father was a kind soul who would do anything for his children out of love. He was their main role model and hero while they were growing up.

CATiNTRAiNiNG

Darkened Angel and her brother were much the same as CIT's as they had been as kits. Darkened Angel excelled in fighting together with her brother but they were both worthless at hunting because of their attention-seeking pelts. Their mother died during this time from an infection in her leg where she had fallen from a tree and onto a sharp branch. This brought Angel's brother much pain since he had been more attached to their mother.

Darkened Angel had many friends when she was a Cat in Training and she loved all sort's of attention. Her brother was fairly the same but he was known for his kindness that surely was inherited from their father. When the Badgers returned to the Ancients territory and the clan went to drive them out, Darkened Angel's brother disappeared. Most think, to this day, that a badger carried him off somewhere and killed him. The event scared Angel for life, and a part of her joy filled heart withered away. All she had now was her father.

SHARPCLAW

With confidence in her heart and a proud smile on her face, Darkened Angel stood before the tunnels to face the task that would make her a Sharpclaw. She was of course still sad that her brother was not here to witness and possibly even join her in her test but she had given up hope on ever seeing him again. After saying goodbye to her old and frail father, she made her way into the tunnels and into darkness.

When she came out again, it wasn't as she thought it would be. Her father had died while she was undertaking the test. She was now alone. After her father's death, Darkened Angel receded into her mind and became the rather quiet and lonely soul that she is now known as. Now she had no one.

Other Things To Be Known.

Her brother is actually still alive but she doesn't know it.