Rainheart {FIN}

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( * AND HE SMILES AND MAKES BELIEVE )
Rainheart said he'd never leave

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( * THE STAGE IS SET AND THERE IS NO TURNING BACK NOW )
the puppet master .

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[/b] and i guess i have some pet names but that's the name i like. anyways, i've been pulling these strings for two years and you don't know how many puppets i've made dance. it's hard when we're all on these different times, and so you know that i'm not some lunatic who's never on, i'm on every other day, so there you are! oh, right, i almost forgot! sometimes you can catch me impersonating no one and i'm loving it too! you need proof of my puppetry skills? fine! i swear, you're gonna be amazed, though.

The beautiful gray she-cat dashed through the forest, nearly tripping over passing rocks and even over her own feet. The weight, it was heavy. The weight of her children, that is. As the she-cat entered camp, her mate was first to greet her, showering her in licks and purring, in a comforting voice, very softly, that everything was going to be okay. "Frostflower!" Graystorm's mate called loudly into the medicine cat's den, his fur frizzled with stress and impatience. A silver tabby was quick to greet him.
"What, Hawkflight?" Frostflower was carrying a few herbs in her mouth, so her words were completely jumbled. But it took only Hawkflight a couple of heartbeats to decipher it.
"Graystorm's about to have our kits!"
Frostflower dropped her herbs, then quickly ushered Hawkflight and Graystorm into her den. She laid the due queen down on the moss nest she had for her patients, then she gave Graystorm the instructions. But, Graystorm could barely hear Frostflower over the heavy shower of rain.
"Take deep breaths, in and out, in and out. Take them fast."
Graystorm did as she was told, and then out came the first kit. It's fur was a light silver-gray, resembling Graystorm. He had the shape of Hawkflight's head and a huge nose, like his father.
After Frostflower told Hawkflight to clean off the kit, the tom did as he was told and did it with excellency. After a couple of minutes, the couple had themselves three kits. But Frostflower stopped dead in her tracks.
"This one," Her voice was trembling, "this kit... it's dead. I'm so sorry."
And her tail was pointing to the little she-kit with brown tabby fur.

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( * AND I CAN PROMISE YOU I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO FORGET )
the character basics .

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[/color] FULL NAME :
Rain = for the weather of his birth; color of his pelt
Heart = compassionate and sensitive
--- * NICKNAMES :
Just plain Rainheart.
--- * AGE :
Thirty two moons
--- * DATE OF BIRTH :
End of Greenleaf.
--- * GENDER :
Tom

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( * MIRROR, MIRROR, ON THE WALL THIS IS HOW A HERO FALLS )
appearances are everything and nothing .

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[/color] BODY TYPE :
Lithe, skinny.
--- * HEIGHT & WEIGHT :
2 ft., 18 lbs.
--- * FUR :
Soft, gloomy and dusty gray. Short.
--- * EYES :
Bright emerald green, normal size.
--- * UNIQUE FEATURES :
A scar left from getting whacked by a tree branch during a storm: his nose has, in the front from top and between the nostrils, the skin chopped right off. you can see the frail pink skin. (Not included in picture, sorry)
--- * SHORT OVERALL :
Lithe, and very skinny. He has long legs and long ribs. His head shap is foreign style, due to his heritage of being a Russian Blue. His muzzle cuts off into a complete round curve, and I mean very rounded. His ears are huge, but not bat-like. His paws are petite.
His fur is gloomy and dusky light gray, reminds everyone of storm clouds. His fur is short and smooth, but not near silky. Easy to keep untangled and clean. His tail is long, has fat on it, yes, but not like a long haired tail. Trust me, he doesn't have a rat-tail. It's plump, you could say.
Rainheart's nose is a complete dark gray, but there's one throw off. The skin from the top of the nose to the bottom, between the nostrils, is cut off. It bleeds only rarely. His whiskers are white and short. Rainheart's eyes are beautiful, normal sized and a perfect shade of emerald green. Very rare for a cat as well.

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( * I LAUGHED WHEN YOU SAID THAT WORDS ARE ONLY WORDS )
everybody has a personality .

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[/color] LIKES :
Hey! Let's go sunbathing!
Don't you love Greenleaf?
Squirrels are tasty!
Didn't you know kits are going to be our future warriors?
She-cats are absolutely charming.
--- * DISLIKES :
It's freezing out here!
Trespassers make my blood boil.
Isn't death unfair?
Water makes your fur feel so soggy and abnormal. We're not fish, cats!
I hate storms, and didn't you know they were deadly?
--- * QUIRKS / HABITS :
Worrying is a problem we have here.
Gotta get all the details of them she-cats!
Is it a bad thing to be cautious?
What if I stare into space?
Worried about the weather.
I'm very judgmental.
Think ahead!
Gotta get clean when you start the day!

--- * STRENGTHS / WEAKNESSES :
Warm weather gets me goin'!
My clan is all I need to grasp my inner power.
Maybe eating three square meals a day helps?
Being clean drags a lot of weight off my shoulders.
Predicting attacks is something you gotta have!
xxxxxx
Oh no, is that a she-cat?
I. Don't. Like. Water.
Don't harm the kits!
Cold weather sends chills.
I hate nightmares.
--- * SECRETS :
Maybe my thoughts have wondered to leaving the clan...
--- * FEARS :
I don't think death plays a fair game.
Maybe storms cause my heart to stop?
Secrets are better kept near the heart, and out of the ears.
Dogs are brutal and gross.
--- * GREATEST GOAL/FAILURE :
Passing onto a warrior made me feel pride.
I guess that she-cat didn't like me.
--- * OTHER :
Rainheart tends to flirt with she-cats, though he doesn't catch it at first.
--- * OVERALL PERSONALITY :
Rainheart is so clueless. He flirts with she-cats randomly, but not all the time. He's loyal and brave, but sensitive and, sometimes, absentminded. He's very straightforward and believes deep in his thoughts. He keeps to himself with personal things, but he's funny and sweet, loves to talk with others, though he doesn't tell what's-what. Rainheart would much rather be like a ThunderClan cat than a ShadowClan cat, but he would stay with his normal clan no matter if others think he's a softy.
Rainheart would love to be free. He dreams of sleeping in a broken old farmhouse with a mate at his side, and being able to choose when he hunts, when he sleeps, when he gets off his butt. But I don't think he will choose to leave, though he does tend to surprise others.

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( * AND BEHIND THESE EYES ARE MY TRUTHS AND LIES )
history is an explanation .

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[/color] PARENTS :
Graystorm, Fifty two, Warrior. (played by moi)
Hawkflight, Fifty eight, StarClan Cat.
--- * SIBLINGS :
Dustkit, died at birth, StarClan Cat
Gorsetongue, Thirty two, Warrior. (played by Crow)
--- * OTHER SIGNIFICANT PEOPLE :
N/A
--- * LOVERS :
None, yet.
--- * BEST MEMORY :
Father teaching me the basics of life.
--- * WORST MEMORY :
When Father died.
--- * FEARS :
RAWR! I did this already. x3
--- * OVERALL HISTORY :
{Kithood}
Rainkit had a happy kithood. Sometimes he thought about his other sister, Dustkit, who didn't make it, but it was hard for him to be sad since he didn't know or remember her. Rainkit loves sunny days, so you mainly saw him lounging with his sister Gorsekit, and their mother, Graystorm. Everyone knew Rainkit adored his father, Hawkflight. When Hawkflight was at camp, Rainkit would follow him like a shadow. One time, Graystorm felt that Rainkit wasn't there, so she went into the warriors' den to ask if any of them saw Rainkit, and there he was, curled up beside his father innocently!
{Apprenticeship}
Rainpaw was a big deal with the she-cats. He flirted nonstop, but not on purpose. His mother was constantly annoyed with him for this, but his father simply found Rainpaw more than amusing. Suddenly, oner gloomy, stormy day, Rainpaw was walking through the forest with a hunting patrol when a strong gust of wind erupted, and a branch whacked him in the nose and skinned it. Rainpaw has been afraid of storms eversince.
{Warrior}
Rainheart is now the heart of ShadowClan. Not to mention what a 'wuss' he is. Other tease him that he should be apart of ThunderClan, and all Rainheart would say was that ThunderClan was way too soft for him, or kindly point out that the remarker had lost his brain somewhere in the forest and should retrieve it, because after all, Rainheart loved to be in ShadowClan, where the forest was dark and hid them, where toads had soft, good meat, and lizards were oh so sweet. Suddenly, one gloomy day, Rainheart was padding through the forest when a she-cat approached him, panting for breath. "Your father, he died!" Was all she had to say, and Rainheart ricocheted back to camp. He has been slightly depressed eversince.

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( * OUR FINAL MOMENTS ARE THE ONE WE USE THE FULLEST )
the other little stuff .

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[/color] RULES ARE THERE FOR A REASON :
I made them, I don't have to prove them.
--- * FAMOUS LAST WORDS :
The Great Escape by Boys like Girls
--- * ANYTHING ELSE :
N/A
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( * CREDITS ! )
ohwhoah .

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