A cat who lived moons ago in an ancient Riverclan camp. So long in fact, he often forgets whether or not his name is Crow'Feather or Crow'Laugh! Ever since he was a kit, he's been obsessed with thorns. Often pranking his fellow denmates by placing them into their nests, often causing arguments between them.

This continued into his apprenticeship, much to the annoyance of a fellow white apprentice (Which Crow has long, long forgotten their name. But he remembers his coat- White and flecked with grey and black like Dalmatian Stones.) Both of them continued to try to one up each other before Crow came up with a wondrous idea- what if he put a thorn in some prey? And so he did, slipping a thorn in a rather large fish in the prey pile. But sadly, it didn't get his chosen victim and instead got a fair she-cat. Luckily, she survived despite the blood loss, and Crow got exiled in an instant due to someone witnessing his act. Angry, Crow ran off of Riverclan before they could do much to the thorn-obsessed man, and soon ran into a Thunderclan patrol. With all his fury and might, he fought the patrol, which soon devolved into half the clan, and managed to get a few lucky swipes on a couple of cats- and ended up killing the old Thunderclan leader himself before felling to Acorn'(The suffix he's long since forgotten), the deputyHe does not stray out often from the Dark Forest, but when he does, he always make sure to lure any cat willing to train in the wastelands of the Afterlife; And to always leave thorns in cats' beddings.

He does not stray out often from the Dark Forest, but when he does, he always make sure to lure any cat willing to train in the wastelands of the Afterlife; And to always leave thorns in cats' beddings.