Blackclaw

[Blackheart]

Name: Blackclaw
Gender: male
Age: 10 moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: warrior
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Short Description: medium sized tom, blue-black fur with striking gold eyes
Personality: Blackclaw is a large tom with an ever larger heart. He loves to help others and is quite protective over those who deserve protection, but isn't overly protective. He gives others their space. He is a small flirt, but he doesn't go after every female in sight. He'll pick one and stay with her until she tells him to go away. He's very respectable of others and because of this, he is respected, sort of. Few know that Blackheart is Blackclaw's brother, Blackclaw and Blackheart don't know it themselves. Blackclaw is a very caring tom and is quite nice. He is affectionate and isn't afraid to tell a female that he is attracted to her, nor is he cowardly. He will fight for who ever he is loyal too, so he isn't a mercanary. He is loyal only to ShadowClan and will fight without fear. A scar on his right hind leg proves this.
History:

Born into ShadowClan with his brother Blackheart, the two were seperated instantly, so they never found out that they were brothers. Blackkit learned impressively fast, learning the dos and don'ts of clan life. He discovered the Warrior Code at a young age and understood it after a few moons. He cherished it like it was a god and followed it strictly. He was highly respected by the time he was an apprentice and was highly trusted of. When he was an apprentice, he was named Blackpaw. At that point in his life, he learned quickly how to hunt and fight and how to help mark borders. Kitten stuff.

The night he became a warrior was the night RiverClan attacked for the first time in a while. Without a drop of fear, Blackclaw rushed into battle, taking on Whitestar, the leader of RiverClan at the time. He had killed her on accident and hated himself for it. As he stared at her bloodied, lifeless body, he was bowled to the ground and a gash was given to him on his right hind led. He screeched in pain and fled more out of instinct than free will. He bolted into the camp and, though he wasn't recommended to, rushed into battle after treatment. With his help and his bravery, RiverClan was forced to retreat back home. Blackclaw still stands at the side of ShadowClan warriors to this day.

Other: he has a nasty scar on his right hind leg that is an inch wide and three inches long from a battle, it is visible due to no fur there and no fur will ever be there