A panther in the night. . .

[rain]

I am known as Pantherclaw

They named me after the mighty big cat.

I am but a she-cat.

I have lived for 30 moons.

My heart belongs to Eclipseclan.

My place is with the Warriors.

My appearance is that of a pure black shadow that wonders through this midnight clan. Eyes a somber yellow-green that see into even the darkest of nights and are not blinded by the brightest of days. I am touched by no other marks aside from the pink of my inner ears and the scars that etch my sleek pelt from all my moons as a hunter, a protector and a guardian. My paws mark the earth where they fall and my white teeth and claws of pale gray leave an even bigger impression on those who dare to stand against my clan.

My structure is slim, but toned to the point that is it evident that I keep up with my day to day work as well as training though it is not something I need everyday. I have legs as long as can be and I stand tall on those speed and strength filled pillars. My ebony tail is always held high with pride and glory. It is an honor to belong in this place that I have long since lived in.

I have quite the personality. I am the thing that everyone wants to be, but the one thing that is impossible to reach. I think I am the best and am veiner than you could ever wish to be. I fight like a warrior from Pantherclan. No one has ever bested me except my mentor and I do not take kindly to being bested by anyone. I'm a poor loser, so watch out, I might strike back when you least expect me to. There are rare moments when I am easy going and free willed enough to be mellow and kind. Mess up the coat that I worked so hard to smooth out and you might end up like the ones who scarred it up in the first place.

Most would say I am not a gentle hearted maiden, yet that is what I want most out of life. I want someone to want me the way I need and want my own breath, food and water. All I want is acceptance and love. It gets tiresome trying to be better than everyone else, but it's the only thing I have. The only weapon I can use to protect my heart from the follies yet to come into my life. I fear death more than anything else, but I understand that my life will one day come to an end and I will join Starclan, or at least that's my hope.

My past is nothing to exciting. It's about as exciting as rain falling on a leaf or the sight of a bird flying over head in the middle of green-leaf. Nothing exciting ever happened to me. Death has always been a constant companion, but that is to be expected when one such as myself takes on the life of a warrior. Moving through fights and cold leaf-bares. Watching loved ones disappear to join Starclan and watching loved one come into the world to take their first breath, their first step. To cry out for their mother for the first time.

I lost everything dear to me when I was out of the camp and a badger struck. My kits were old enough that my mate and I took the chance to take them out on one of the warm days that fell upon our clan. I remember that day all to clearly. I only left for moments to drink from a stream, and my mate's angry yowls rang out and faded faster than I could have thought possible. I heard my two dear kits crying out and raced back, but I got back to late. Their cries where cut off short and I ran faster and faster, pushing myself as hard I as could to reach them.

When I did, I found the bodies of the only felines I had ever loved, ever cared for. I yowled with my own rage, then settle my muzzle on my mate's cold shoulder. Others found us when we had been gone much to long. They buried my mate's and kit's bodies then settled me to some point of sanity. I didn't sleep the night I lost them. It was to much to close my eyes and see those bodies once more in my minds eye.

In Character:
Look at Ghostheart or Rainwhisker.

Relationships/Kin:
Hawkwind - mate
Dewkit - daughter
Timberkit - son

Other:
Nothing

Codewords:
Painting Portraits of Ghosts.

[(aurora) of the problematique]

_Accepted