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Oct 16 2017, 11:18 PM
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BloodClan | She-Cat | 11 moons
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She had told everyone her name was Cinderscar.
It had been a few weeks since the feathered she-cat actually recalled her true RiverClan name, Featherpaw and then the name she had been given at the lab. Jynx.
It seemed kind of ironic now, in the sense that she felt like she was her own Jinx, the source of her bad luck.
However here in BloodClan those worries seemed to disappear as she found herself surrounded by those who didn't even believe in luck. She was left to her own skills, no mentors or senior warriors breathing down her neck as she changed. No boring tasks like changing the elders den. Cinderscar couldn't help but feel empowered here.
The she-cats golden eyes scanned the camp of BloodClan members. She was going to have to introduce herself sooner or later. They would all be clan mates after all.
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Oct 4 2017, 09:43 PM
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BloodClan | She-Cat | 11 moons
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She was lost, trapped in a never ending nightmare where when ever she found a sliver of hope it was quickly snuffed out by the nearest evil source, StarClan was to blame, RiverClan was to blame but most importantly she knew herself was to blame. The lab had been a simple life, awful yet simple, she was fed constantly, she was with her siblings and she was blissfully unaware of life's cruelties. Cinderpaw couldn't help but feel like she was being punished, if StarClan didn't want her in the clans she wasn't going to argue. RiverClan wasn't her home anymore.
"Bloodclan will take your pain, take your loss, take your anger, and make you strong enough that you will never be powerless again."
Superpaws voice played on, repeating itself like a broken record in the Ex-RiverClan apprentice's mind. Each step that she took was met with doubts, could she really do this? Would they even accept her? However, her doubts were always outweighed. Anything was better than staying there.
The unmistakable scent of BloodClan burned Cinderpaws nose, tears brimmed her eyes as her senses were hit with an onslaught of different smells, like the Thunder Path but ten times worse. . Cinderpaws ears flattened against her head with determination, she quickly blinked away her tears, she was here to prove something.
She was here to grow stronger.
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Oct 3 2017, 08:24 PM
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RiverClan | She-Cat | 11 moons
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It had been nearly two days since the death of her sister. She had never felt this lost and hopeless before, not even when Cinder had died. At least then she knew she had a family to come back to, but now it was gone. Everything was gone. Yet no matter how much Cinder tried no tears were able to form, despite the sorrow and grief she knew she felt deep down she couldn't bring herself to cry. Her emotions had been numbed, all she felt was angry, angry at StarClan for taking her sister away and angry at RiverClan. If they had just stayed at the lab none of this would've ever happened.
Cinderpaw watched as the rays of light began to shine through the apprentice den, but she had no intention of getting up. She had to leave, she couldn't stay in RiverClan a second longer. It was infuriating. But where on earth could she go?

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Sep 12 2017, 09:52 PM
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RiverClan | She-Cat | 10 moons
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Featherpaw began to slowly recognize her surroundings. As her paws began to sink into the ground she could tell she was close. Almost... one paw step after another she trudged through the wet forest ground. The smells that began to envelope her were familiar and comforting. She never thought she would be so happy to be back at this place. As she walked through RiverClan territory toward camp memories began to flood back to her. Memories of when she had been released by the two-legs into the forest. Memories of when her siblings and Stonestar had found her, memories of her life as a RiverClan cat. They had given her the name Featherpaw, but it was a name that she knew no longer represented her. She was unsure if she could ever see RiverClan in the same light that she had seen them when she first joined. Convinced that this was a clan with no faults ruled by a leader that knew and saw everything.
She was wrong a naive and she knew it.
Memories of the two-weeks that had passed began to plague her mind. Memories of meeting Cinder by the two-leg farm. How they talked day and night about life. He talked her through her doubts and worries, telling her than no cats were perfect. She knew now it wasn't RiverClans fault that the BloodClan kit was kept from her mother. It was the result of one cat. Blacktide, and Featherpaw knew it wasn't fair of her to put all of the blame on her clan-mates.
No! Not Featherpaw anymore! She hated her name. It was a constant reminder of her silence, her inability to chose her name and the facade she had created about RiverClan.
Oh Cinder, I miss you thought the she-cat. She knew she had a crush on Cinder. It was evident after the first few days. Even if Featherpaw wasn't much of a talker Cinder was always there to fill the silence. He didn't care about her startling appearance and he didn't care about her past. He didn't blame her for running from her problems. He was the only one who understood her.
A few days ago Cinder had been hunting along the Two-leg farm. The dog had come out of no where. Even Featherpaw didn't have time to react. In a heart beat it had her in its jaws and was shaking her. Featherpaw thought she was going to die. Cinders familiar pelt flashed before her and he jumped at the dog. In a daze it stumbled back releasing Featherpaw. She fell to the ground with a thud and the dog turned its attention to Cinder. Featherpaw didn't watch. Cinder wouldn't let her. He yelled at her, telling her to run and not look back and she listened. It wasn't long before Cinders cries died down and she knew he was gone. Tears stung her eyes as she ran but not once did she look back.

Now she was back home. Infected wounds that had dried over littered her pelt and she walked as if she hadn't slept in days. Which was the case. Cinderpaw, I am Cinderpaw now. I'll remember you, always. She thought, and with one last glance to the sky she collapsed out of exhaustion. A few minutes away from RiverClan camp.
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RiverClan | She-Cat | 10 moons
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(She wont be gone forever. She will eventually return home with some new feelings toward RiverClan and herself)

Featherpaw was exhausted.
Day after day she found herself losing more and more drive and motivation. It got to the point where she would fake being sick just to get out of training and stay in bed. Stonestar was gone so she couldn't even explain to him why she was upset and maybe hear an apology. He had left on some selfish mission.
The she-cat flattened her ears against her head. She needed time to think away from this place. Slowly the brightly colored she-cat rose to her feet. Paw steps covered by the noises of a forest at night. Wide eyes watched for anyone that might be awake.
Once she reached the exit she burst into a sprint. Deeper into the forest. She would be a fool to walk anywhere two-legs might see her. She needed to stay hidden in the trees and forest.
She never looked back as she left. Hopefully RiverClan would fair without her.
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