Listen for that [Broken] [Calling]

[Dansen[Mouse]]

Say it again...

Brokenkit
Brokenpaw
Brokencalling

My name...

Male

Say it like you mean it...

40 Moons

Not that way...

SerenityClan

Whisper it in my ear...

Warrior

And put it in color...

Tan, black, white, or black, tan, white, however you wish to put it, thats the way I am. Or perhaps my stripes are more of a deep brown. Either way my fur is wonderfully soft, like velvet to the touch. Thats what they want me to mew. What they all wish for me to be, yet I am neither handsome nor a lady's tom. I never have been and I can never be, its never been my nature and I find it to be a frivolous thing to do, to waste my time padding after a fae whom may never have a feel for me or my disfigured looks. Its true that I was once a good looking fellow, sharp, intelligent, powerful....and how do I go about it in a diligent manor? I was a complete jerk, so full of it, full of myself. I loved to try to woe the lady's, and many of them padded after my, oh life was wonderful.

But now everythings changed, I've changed. I was part of the battle against the Tribe of Nightmares, I was strong, I was powerful, and I thought I could fight them all at once. I was wrong. In shock I found that I couldn't even touch them, couldn't defend myself either. I had stupidly jumped into the middle of them thinking I was so smart when I had been so stupid. Can't remember anything after that, oh no. Medicine cat had told me that I must have a slight amnesia because I was in shock. Can hardly remember anything that had happened that day before the battle, just after. I found a big, still puddle to see just what the battle had done to my stunning looks. I found out that I went from stunning to horrifying.

It started with my face. A four claw mark going over my left eye, luckily it didn't get my eye. A three claw mark going across the top of my muzzle, and part of my left ear was missing. I also have part of my tail missing, but that was from my kithood. I have smaller claw marks on my body but they hide under my fur, and I have one deep claw scar on my right flank. I don't know who saved me, but I will be forever in debt to them.

Just what do you want from me...

I used to be a smooth talker, able to talk my way out of any situation, even when I was in trouble with the leader as an apprentice I could get out of it without any major punishment. I was also over confident and a loud mouth, you could never tell me a secret because as soon as you would tell me, oops! Its half way around camp, sorry! Ok, who's secret should I share next! Let's see, loud, over confident, smooth talker, oh yes! A lier too. I used to eat prey on hunting patrols when I was supposed to bring it back for the elders, then get in a fight with a fox just to cover it up! Honest! I think, anyway. Maybe that's what got the end of my tail...

Now I'm not like that anymore. Its like a whole new me, I've been told before. I'm calm, trusting, curious, and I listen to what others tell me. I've mostly been getting information about my past from the apprentices I apparently used to patronize before they became Warriors, one of them have even become a pretty good friend with. I even enjoy siting near the training area and watching apprentices practice, and give them tips and ideas on how to get there moves right. Of course I don't always enjoy it. I continue to hear others meow about their apprenticeship and how their mentor was the best, the fastest, the strongest, how they always cared and had patience with them. I don't remember anything about my past, not even my dreams give me any clue about them. Its as if StarClan wishes for me to forget it. Maybe that's the best thing to do. Just... Forget.

Thats the bad side to me, I can be patient and wait for ages, but when I think about my past, or try to anyway. I can snap if it starts to really bother me, especially if some cat starts to tease me about it, and I really, really try to be patient if its a kit or apprentice asking me about it. But thats my fear, what if it just drives me to my death? No, I'll never let that happen. I going to forget and I'm never going to think about it again, StarClan chose for me to forget and its most likely for the best. Maybe what I was before, was keeping me from being what I can be now. To rise above the rest and fulfill my duty.

I can only do so much...

First Meeting
My parents, Coalheart and Halofeather. Its so hard to not remember what they looked like, their fur color, face, size, anything would be nice but none of which even comes to mind. What I've been told is that they fell in love not to long after becoming Warriors, some even suspect that they were in love long before that, but does that really mater? They fell in love and not to long after which bore me and my sister, Cometkit. But mother died after giving birth to use, she was so weak after fighting off a fox that almost broke into camp. Dad died going after the fox, thus we were orphans. It was Shallowpool who took care of us after that, her own kits had died of greencough.

Kithood
Our kithood was boring enough, nothing exciting really happened, well what can others really tell me about it anyway. No one pays attention to kits. Well, except for Solidrock, who later had become my mentor. I was told that he practically begged for me and I begged for him to be my mentor. Thus we now move onto the apprentice days.

Apprenticeship
Now this is what I have heard much about, my days as an apprentice. The trouble I had gotten into the fibs I told, whoa. No one really knows what happened to me, though. Why I was such a jerk, why I lied so much, what pushed me so far, and what really did it to me. No one even knows what happened to me and Featherpaw. We were such great friends, then one day it all just flipped. We fought all the time, we even clawed each other for no reason(thats what the elders tell me, anyway, but I know there must of been a reason). That it all went down hill after Shallowpool died of Whitecough. I apparently got harder, while Featherpaw made herself more isolated, pushing everyone away. Its amazing that we made it to Warriorhood.

Warriorhood
First thing I was told about my past was right after I became a warrior was Solidrock and I had gone on patrol as Warriors and we didn't come back for a while until the second patrol came across Solidrock's limp body, and my untouched body sleeping nearby. No one knows what happened, I had claimed to not remember anything and the weird thing is, is that their were no scents of rogues or loners around, I was untouched with no blood marks on me nor my mentors fur between my claws. No one knows what happened, I never talked about it, everything was soon forgotten. Even more mysterious was my sister, Feathercloud, left the Clan, calling herself Feather. Everyone said that I was satisfied with her leaving but never said why.

Then came the battle between the Clans and the Tribe of Nightmares. The battle was gruesome and was where I lost my memories, all of them. I don't remember a thing about the battle either. I was told that I had boldly launched myself down into the middle of them only to find, to my dismay, that I couldn't touch them. I clawed at nothing but air before thorn sharp teeth and razor sharp claws tore into me. I almost didn't survive if someone didn't pull me out. Its weird, though. No one knows who pulled me out, only that I was discovered unconscious by the medicine cats. After that everything changed for me, I'm a different cat and have worked hard for my Clan. Many thought I was acting and its taken a lot of work but I'm still working to gain there trust.

But I'll try my best...

Coalheart - Father[deceased]

Halofeather - Mother[deceased]

Shallowpool - Foster mother[deceased]

Feather - Sister

Solidrock - Previous Mentor[deceased]

Havensoul - 1st Apprentice

And make you proud...

He was my Deputy tryout that never made it.

Proud to call me son...

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[SHADE. :D]

Accepted.