Halfmask

Born to a pair of rouges, Halfkit was raised like a clan cat. Though his parents didn’t really seem to want him, he was a cheerful young tom. Until the day they disappeared, leaving him in a dangerous part of the forest. He hardly remembers their faces, let alone their names. 

Shadeclan took him in soon after, a kind she-cat raising him as her own. Her name he could never forget, Skyfur. A fluffy white cat with soft yellow eyes, and a tail any kit couldn’t resist playing with. Soon enough, he was an apprentice, then a warrior. Shadeclan was home, all he ever knew. He was friends with the deputy, who chose him as deputy when she became leader. It was around this time he met Featherstep, a grey and white tabby tom. He fell hard for him, the two became romantically close. 

But slowly, the clan began dwindling. Halfstar wasn’t sure why, there was no deceases going around, no rogues stealing food. Cats just slowly started leaving, and soon enough Shadeclan was only a few cats who remained. Ashamed, Halfstar declared he didn’t deserve the title of leader, stepping down and taking his warrior name once more. And soon after, he too left. In search of a place he could feel normal again. 

And that’s when he stumbled across a new forest with different clans, Windclan was the first to find him. He was skinny, weak, only the look of heartbreak in his fading green eyes. They took pity on the line tabby, accepting him into their clan. He had to prove himself of course, basically becoming an apprentice again and doing chores until he was trusted enough to go on hunting parties.