| N A M E |

Sablesoar

| G E N D E R |

male

| P R O N O U N S |

he/him

| A G E |

forty two moons

| S E X U A L I T Y |

demisexual biromantic

| C L A N |

Shadowclan

| R A N K |

warrior

| A P P E A R A N C E |

Sablesoar is a mostly dark gray tom; with semi-large black circular markings covering his slim but muscular frame. He has a short coat and lighter colored underbelly. His inner legs and paws are roughly the same color as his stomach, and the fur lightens to look almost like a pale creamy brown. He has lighter facial markings, and pale green eyes. Sablesoar's tail is long and thin.

| P E R S O N A L I T Y |

He's always sort of been a quiet tom, one who would fade into the background if he could. He doesn't consider himself too notice-able or important, simply a member of a clan. That's never bothered him though, and he's not the sort who strives for anything great like deputy or leader. He tries to be simplistic and boring so that cats forget him, so that they don't bother him too much. He's the sort who always holds his tongue and turns the other cheek in conflict. He doesn't want to start anything; and knows that words hurt so he tries to diffuse the situtation, rather than escalate it. However, there's always going to be those that try to provoke him and make him snap. Maybe one day he will, and make those that hurt him in the past regret it. But for now, he'll carry on biting his tongue, even if he doesn't always want to.

| S T R E N G T H S |

Due to his darker colored pelt, Sablesoar is pretty good at stalking and being overall stealthy. He's the quiet type who fades into the background, so cats will often ignore him or forget he's there. Makes it so that he knows a lot more then he lets on.

| W E A K N E S S E S |

Not a fan of heights so he tries not to climb trees or overall be anywhere high up.

| L I K E S |

his mother and her stories, peaceful days, not being bothered, going to gatherings, breezy days, going for runs

| D I S L I K E S |

being treated badly, the medicine cat, cats who discriminate against non-clanners, overly hostile/aggressive cats

| B A C K S T O R Y |

 Sablesoar's mother was a rouge, who was struggling to survive with a belly full of kits. She grew especially ill during the last few days, but managed to heave herself onto clan territory and beg for help. The leader took her in, and she was treated for her illness, and fattened up on prey. She sadly had only one kit and gave him a clan name in memory; Sablekit.

She loved him and took great care of him. There was a lot of discrimination against her due to her rouge-esque roots, but she never let it bother her. Sablekit grew up with some cats looking down on him, but overall treated fairly well. His mother often told him stories of her travels and the things she saw, saying that one day, he might be able to see those things as well. However, she said she couldn't leave the clan because she had a debt to pay for taking her in when they could've left her to die.

He quickly became a warrior but was still a momma's boy at heart. He visited whenever he could, and their closeness never faded. However leafbare hit, and his mother got very sick. Alongside her was a kit, though they weren't as sick. Though when it came down to herbs, the medicine cat treated the kit first, Sablesoar's mother next. Only Sablesoar noticed because he was in the den often to check up on his mother and noticed that the kit seemed to be recovering fast, and his mother not at all.

Sadly, his mother died, and Sablesoar still does blame the medicine cat. He knows it was an act of discrimination, and wholeheartedly believes that both sick cats could've lived if they'd gotten the same treatment and care. Of course, he's never told anycat, knowing that it would only cause issues in the long run.

| E X T R A |

Sablesoar's mother name was Honeycomb

| S C E N A R I O |

As a warrior of Shadowclan, life had always been alright. Not great, or excellent, but alright. You supposed your life had really turned around when you found out that you were half-clan. Apparently, your parents had been the classic 'young and in love' couple who'd had met in secret. Though once your mother had you, they could no longer see each other. Your mother told you of your roots, and even made the offer of letting you go see your father(though if you do or not is up to you) Despite that little bump in your life, you still became a happy warrior of Shadowclan. No one ever gave you too much trouble because the leader - Hazelstar - shut down any rumors and troubles before they got too big. 'Every cat in this clan is valued, regardless of their roots' He'd say, and no cat would dare argue about it. Openly, at least. You knew some of your clanmates thought otherwise.

Anyway, life met a sad change when Hazelstar died and lost his final life. Next in line was Crowfang; or Crowstar now. She was very opposed to impure cat bloodlines and the day she became leader and got her nine lives; she called a clan meeting. You sat down as her speech began.

"As we know, Hazelstar was a kind leader. He looked after this clan with the best intention in mind, and treated us like we were all his kin." She bowed her head, a moment of silence following. "He was caring, and always extended a paw to help others. I've always admired that part of him, even though some cats might not have. At gatherings, I've heard some things. Cats from the other clans have believed Shadowclan has gone soft. That we are like those mouse-hearts called Thunderclan. That we weak, and are nothing like the Shadowclan we once were"

There are cries of outrage, and Crowstar looks a bit satisfied; before calling for silence. "We must bring back the glory that was once Shadowclan! For Hazelstar, and our ancestors before him! To do this, we must challenge all trespassers" Her voice grows quiet, eyes flitting around the gathered clan. "Even those within our own clan. It's true that Hazelstar allowed cats who were not fully Shadowclan into this group, and I do commend him for his kindness and easy acceptance. But allow me to be honest with my thoughts and feelings. A cat who is not truly Shadowclan cannot ever consider themselves devoted to this clan, truly. Only true Shadowclan cats will feel the blood of the warrior code deeply in their veins, and what it means to be a true Shadowclan warrior. We cannot allow those of outsider descent taint our clan, we aren't Thunderclan after all" Crowstar flicks her tail, and you feel your heart stop.

"However, I know that this is all a big shock. Hazelstar has only passed away, and we must use this time to wish him well on his journey to Starclan. We can deal with our other problems later" You're sure that she says more but...your blood has run cold, and you feel eyes on you. Crowstar's words have hit home for a lot of cats, and some are now eyeing you with contempt. There are whispers circulating as the meeting is called to a end, and you feel hopeless, confused and hurt. What did this mean for your future?

The next day, you are woken up harshly by the clan's new deputy; Yellowblaze. They bare their teeth at you, flanked by two other warriors. What's this? What's happening?

"Get up impure clan filth" They hiss. "Crowstar has called for you" The harshness in their words is shocking, and as you walk behind Yellowblaze, you are aware of the two warriors flanking either side of you, fur spiked with hardly hidden aggression. Onlookers say nothing, not even your best friends. As you enter Crowstar's den, you see a fellow clanmate, Sablesoar. Before you can say anything, Crowstar speaks.

"As you may have recalled from yesterday's meeting; my first biggest change will be removing all impure blood from this clan" Crowstar curls her tail, voice ringing harsh in your ears. "And that begins with you two. I'll cut to the chase, no need for fancy words. The two of you are formally banished from Shadowclan. Your very birth and existence in this clans are breakings of the code, and for that, I cannot allow" 

She doesn't even let you say anything, just turns her head away. "Leave me sight, and never come back. If you do, you will be killed on sight"

You're marched like prisoners out of camp and to the border. Yellowblaze grins toothily at you. "You heard Crowstar" They mewed. "But feel free to come back anytime, I'd love to line my nest with your fur." Their eyes glint dangerously, and they spin around; leaving you and Sablesoar standing there. [your response?]

| R E Q U I R E M E N T S |

- must be Shadowclan(formerly)

- must be at least thirty-five moons old

- oc must be half clan(Shadowclan and something else)

- oc must be a warrior

- you can decide your relationship with Sablesoar prior to this (i.e friends, strangers)