harlem

[maddy ★]

Harlem
rogue
thirty six moons
f e m a l e
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Rainkit was born into ShadowClan as an only kit. She never cared for the warrior code or Clan life in general. While trying to show off to the other kits by climbing up the tallest tree in ShadowClan territory, she took a nasty fall when she got too far out on a branch and it cracked. She came tumbling down to her doom, leaving her body bloodied and battered. She spent eight moons - eight moons - recovering in the medicine cat's den. By then some of the kits in the nursery were already warriors. She was only ten moons old but she left the Clan to live on her own. She was furious it had taken so long to heal and done with cats around her saying she was "in StarClan's paws". StarClan doesn't exist. She taught herself how to hunt and fight and changed her name from those silly Clan names.

Although her body was still fragile, she met a foolish young tom in ThunderClan, perhaps 12 moons. They mated and when she gave birth, she hid her kits in a tree trunk and waited. He must have scented her and gone to check on the newborns. But instead, she gruesomely murdered him. At night she carried his body to the river and threw it underwater. She ran into ThunderClan camp with one kit in her mouth, panicked. She explained frantically to the leader how she had this kit but she couldn't care for it and she needed them to take him in. They did and named him copperkit.

She returned to her remaining kit and decided to let her stick around longer. When the brainwashed kit was four moons old, Harlem told her to go find the ShadowClan cats and tell them she was a lost, abandoned and hungry kit. She assumed it worked because since then she's spotted her daughter, now a warrior, patrolling the ShadowClan border along the Thunderpath before.

As for Harlem, she wanders through every territory, not caring to hide her scent. The Clans know about her and they may not know what exactly she has done but they keep an eye out for her.

Harlem's past has made her hard and ruthless, not caring for anybody's problems, not even her own. She never formally learned how to hunt and is unable to fish so most of her food is sneaked out of Carrionplace or scavenged from the Clans' leftover crowfood. Her eyes are dull and lifeless unless speaking to another cat where then she becomes charming and friendly. She stays solitary, sleeping in trees at daytime and scavenging at night. Although she has never spoken to her kits, she will occasionally try to check on them in their Clans. She is often faced with Clan patrols - her reeking stench isn't hard to track - obviously in their territory. She doesn't appear to care, although she is walking a thin line with every Clan in the forest. When they snap is when she'll care.

Harlem is a pretty she-cat with a thin, lithe body. She has long silver and gray fur which is typically very unkempt. Her face is dark gray while the rest of her body is silver or white with streaks of gray. Her chest is white just like her paws. She has bright green eyes and large, bat-like ears. Her body is heavily scarred and bruised but to her advantage while charming tomcats, her fur covers any hint of injury.

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