STRIKE of the HYENA.

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warm yourself by the son
and the morning will come soon
i'll tell you stories of a better time
in a place that we once knew

hyenastrike.

before we packed tom
our bags thirty-seven moons
all this behind us serenityclan
in the dust warrior

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we had a place
that we could call home
and a life
no one could touch

Hyenastrike is perfectly built for warrior life. Let's start on his paws. They are large, to help crush irritating undergrowth that might block his path. The pads that are situated on the undersides of his paws are hard and suited to running on rough ground, so that it is hard for them to tear or become tender. His claws are not that long, but they are sharp and perfect for clawing at fur and flesh. He tends to use his teeth more than his claws, however, like his namesake. His legs are strong and muscular. They are fairly long, but not overly so. They round into a powerful pair of shoulders that can easily floor another cat of his age. Try to buffet Hyenastrike in return, and you are more likely to go flying. His shoulders slide into a lean, lithe stomach, and then drop into his tail. Hyenastrike has a well chiselled face, with a square, strong-jawed muzzle. This is tipped with a sharp, black nose. Inside his mouth are his teeth. They are notorious in other clans. They are perfectly sized and shaped to slice through fur and tear at the flesh. His eyes are narrow and rounded n dark amber. The insides of his eyes are as green as new leaves in spring.

Hyenastrike's fur is designed so as not to weigh him down. It is very, very short. He relies on his muscle to keep him warm in the colder months. It is very silky and smooth, though often dirty or cut by scars, so not so good-looking after all. An odd mohawk of spiked up stretches from the base of his ears to halfway down his back. This unique feature is another aspect that gave him his name. The colour of his fur is a light, warm sandy orange.

don't hold me up now
i can stand my own ground
i don't need your help now
you will let me down, down, down!

Hyenastrike has a very warriorlike personality, as well. He exudes natural calmness most of the time. He rarely speaks, unless it is necessary. He is a cat of few words, and believes that actions speak far louder than shouting your mouth off. He does have a temper though, but rather than screeching and wailing to vent his fury, he is more likely to snarl for a a short time, then walk away from the thing that is irritating him. Hyenastrike finds it quite hard to forgive cats once they have hurt him. He can hold a grudge for a very long time. He is also quite hard to befriend. This is due to the fact that he hates talking about his feelings, so other cats are never really sure how they stand with him. Hyenastrike is extremely protective of the cats he loves, though. He would die without hesitation if it meant they would live. Hyenastrike is a fierce fighter, and shows just the right amount of mercy to enemy clans. He is not a killer, and looks upon any such cat as vermin, and a waste of space.

we are the angry and the desperate
the hungry and the cold
we are the one's who kept quiet
and always did what we were told

Octoberpaw was already an accomplished liar by his tenth moon. So when he met a CloudClan apprentice, Butterflypaw, on their border, and fell in love, it was not hard for him to cover his tracks. They only met once, but their brief meetind had a whole sequence of terrible conequences. Butterflypaw became pregnant. Both cats were overjoyed, when Butterflypaw hastened to visit her mate and told him. For the few moons which Butterflypaw carried his kits, Octoberpaw would visit Butterflypaw every other sun. They agreed that Butterflypaw would have her kits on the border. When she neared her time, Octoberpaw would patrol the border alone as much as possible. One night, when he was doing this, Butterflypaw staggered to find him. She gave birth to five kits. Three sons, and two daughters. Butterflypaw named two of the toms Barrenkit and Treekit, and one of the she-cat's Barleykit. She then gave Octoberpaw the remaining two kits.

After this, she told Octoberpaw that she was sick, and the medicine cat could do nothing for her. She was going to die. She told her mate not to come and see her. Though he argued, they said goodbye for the last time that night. At the next Gathering, he discovered Butterflypaw had been killed by a fox whilst walking back through her territory. He assumed his three kits had gone the same way. On the fateful night, Octoberpaw carried his two kits back to the camp. When he reached the camp, he was horrified to discover that the she-cat had died. He named her Hollykit, and buried her outside the camp. He then gave the tom to a queen, who named him Hyenakit. He told no cat how he was related to the little cat. Octoberpaw was soon given his warrior name, Octoberlies - which shook him.

Hyenakit grew up a happy kit. He had many friends and showed great promise. He believed his foster mother was his blood mother, and she never corrected him. He knew Octoberlies as his best friebd, but not as any kind of kin. He grew up very close to the tom, but unaware that he was his father. When he became an apprentice, his foster mother told him that he was not her kit. Hyenapaw was shocked, and highly curious about who his real parents were, and whether they were still alive. He questioned every cat, but no cat knew - except Octoberlies, who stuck to his name and said nothing.

It was only moons later, after Hyenapaw had become Hyenastrike, and Octoberlies had found love with a SerenityClanner named Snowflake, that his conscience finally forced him to tell his son the truth. Since then, Hyenastrike has despised him, and has no intention of forgiving him any time soon.

but we've been sweating
while you slept so calm
in the safety of your home
we've been pulling out the nails
that hold up everything you've known

butterflypaw mother
octoberlies father
barrenclaw, treebranch brothers
barleyfeather sister
kellykit, sealkit sisters
pythonkit, bambookit, sequoiakit brothers
rhymekit, mirrorkit, pixiekit nieces
spadekit, oppositekit nephews

don't hold me up now
i can stand my own ground
i don't need your help now
you will let me down, down, down!

PAINTING PORTRAITS OF GHOSTS !!

so open your eyes child
let's be on our way
broken windows and ashes
are guiding the way

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Accepted.