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Choices determine destiny. They determine everything, including life and death. It's up to you to make the right ones, however hard they may be.



I see you wish to know what happened in my past to make me so untrustworthy and unforgiving. Everyone has troubled parts of their pasts they'd rather forget. I've decided to write my parents' story, where it all began, for no one's life is ever easy......


First off, I'd like to introduce you to our main characters....

Silverclaw (now deceased): My mother, a she-cat with a silver pelt that shines like the moon. She got her name because she was born at night when the moon was just a sliver in the sky, which kind of looked like a claw, and it glinted off her pelt. She was a Clan cat, part of NightClan (disbanded). She was close friends with the medicine cat. Her breed was a Siberian cat, although she was quite small to be a cat of that breed.

Lightning (now deceased): My father, a black tom with distinctive white lightning stripes along his back. He was a loner and well aware of the Clans around him. He got his name not only because of his lightning stripes but also because he was fast as lightning. Even with his massive physique, he was quite agile. His breed was also a Siberian cat, although it is thought he might have been related distantly to the tuxedo.

Now that you know a little bit more about the characters, the story begins here, in a forest far,far away:

Silverclaw trodded behind the rest of the hunting patrol, keeping alert for any hostile cats. Her Clan believed every loner was a threat to them, and was to be challenged. They made sure no loner even thought about setting paw on NightClan territory. She suddenly caught an unfamiliar scent on the breeze and quietly crept off to find out who (or what) it was. She had always dreamed of exploring NightClan's territory as a kit. As an apprentice, she often sneaked out of camp when she knew she was in trouble and explored. Her mentor scolded her many times for this. She would pretend to regret it, then do it again. Her mentor finally gave in and decided to let her roam the territory freely, but she would still get a punishment when she returned. He said it would give her time to think about what she had done and she was one of those adventurous types who had to explore.

The scent was strongest in an enormous tree. She looked around but saw no opening. She was just about to give up and rejoin the patrol when she slipped and fell into a pile of leaves at the foot of the tree. It earned her a slice on the nose. She pulled back out, yowling. She caught sight of a black-and-white pelt just before it disappeared deeper into the dark depths of the tree. "Hey!" she shouted. "Who goes there?" There was no answer. She knew if she told the patrol they would just keep on moving and tell her she was seeing things, like always. She decided to explore the tree on her own. She dove in and spotted another flash of black-and-white. She sank her teeth into the fur but instead bit empty air. Suddenly, it exploded at her and pushed her so hard she went flying out of the tree and landed several fox-lengths away. There was a black-and-white blur that came out after her and pinned her down. She struggled, but her attacker was stronger than her. "How did you find me?", the cat asked in a husky voice, as if he hadn't used it in a long time.

"Well, I...I didn't.", she answered. "It was an accident, I slipped and fell...and well...", she stammered. The tom looked daunting up close. He had broad shoulders and was black with white stripes crisscrossing his back. "Is anyone else with you?", his voice was tipped with a hint of anger. "No..", the she-cat answered, trying to keep her voice steady. "Good.", he said. The tom thought for a moment. "I shall still have to end you, to ensure you tell no one or bring reinforcements." Silverclaw forced herself to look him in the eye. She conjured all that restless energy that she had, and, with a burst of adrenaline, pushed upward with all her strength. The tom was caught so off guard, that he fell back, not much, but just enough for Silverclaw to slip out from under him. He hissed and launched at her with his claws unsheathed. She receded from him and extracted her claws, ducking and swiping at his belly. She knew she could take him, the only reason he had pinned her down was because he had had the element of surprise.

They had fought for a while and finally, out of breath, the tom said, "I have to admit, you're a better fighter than I had first assumed." Silverclaw didn't reply and instead leaped at the tom, pinning him down. "Aha!", she said. "Now YOU'RE the one pinned down helplessly." "Who said I'm helpless?", the tom asked, and raked her belly, getting quickly back in control. Silverclaw yowled and withdrew. She glanced at the sky and realized the patrol must have returned to camp already without her and would probably be wondering where she was. "Look, this has been fun and all, but can we do this another time? I have to go." Without a backward glance, she turned and ran back to camp, feeling confident the tom wouldn't dare to follow.

(More coming soon!)

About Me Redsuggest

General Information 

Name Username Gender Breed Age
Redscar suggest Male Siberian Forest Mix 41 moons
Wiki Theme Song Activity Clan Rank
Redsuggest N/A Inactive N/A N/A

Appearance & Personality Edit

Redscar is notable for having a long triple coat with guard hairs (the outer coat), awn hairs (the middle part of the coat) and a downy undercoat. He has an ebony overcoat and alabaster paws and underbelly (the undercoat). He has many scars along his pelage and his ears are slightly torn. He has an abundant ruff around the neck, thick but slightly shorter hair on the shoulder blades and lower part of the chest, and thick fur on the belly and britches (the upper hind legs). The undercoat thickens in cold weather. He looks powerful and alert, but gazes out at the world with a sweet expression. His head is a modified wedge with rounded contours—broad at the top and narrowing slightly at the muzzle. Medium-large ears that are slightly torn and that are well furnished with tufts of fur. His nearly round eyes are flaxen. His body is muscular and he has big round paws with tufts of fur and a thickly furred tail.


Name Gender Position Alive/Deceased Trust Rate Clan
Honeyheart Female Mate Alive 100% Echoclan
Silverclaw Female Mother Deceased 100% N/A
Lightning Male Father Deceased 100% N/A
Silverkit Female Sister Deceased 100% N/A
Banditkit Male Brother Deceased 100% N/A

Closest Friends

Name Gender AJ User Wiki Trust Rate Clan
Cloudedfleck Female Epicmickeythefirst XxEpicMickeyxX 100% HazeClan


Bravery- 92%

Swimming- 65%

Climbing- 87%

Hunting- 90%

Stalking- 86%

Battling- 93%

Fishing- 65%

Listening- 90%

Strength- 93%

Agility- 91%

Flexibility- 46%

Intelligence- 95%

Defense- 75%

Accuracy- 72%

Endurance- 100%

Confidence- 100%

Belief- 100%

Pride- 100%



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Cool Text - Wisdom Redsuggest

My mother once told me an old folktale about life. Now I'm going to pass it on to you:

A warrior is teaching his apprentice about life. "A fight is going on inside me," he said to the apprentice. "It is a terrible fight, and it is between two cats. One cat is evil. He is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other cat is good. He is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. This same fight is going on inside you...and inside every other cat, too." The apprentice thought about it for a minute and then asked his mentor, "Which cat will win?" The warrior replied simply, "The one you feed."

-Derived From: Jeremy Fink and the Meaning of Life by Wendy Mass

Most of the shadows in this life are caused by our standing in our own sunshine.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

R is for righteous, you know when you're right.

E is for elegant, born within you.

D is for dependable, on you I can rely.

S is for sweet, your pleasing way.

C is for caress, a loving touch for your loved ones.

A is for absolute, for you know your mind.

R is for refreshing, the sparkling you.


R is for reasonable, your understanding way.

E is for excite, your spirit is catching!

D is for delight, a surprise from within.

Gallery Edit

  • Redscar yowling. ~Redscar
  • Redscar ~Drawn by IcyFrappe
  • Redscar IRL running in the snow (without his scars)
  • Redscar IRL relaxing (without his scars)
  • Redscar Reference Sheet
  • Redscar on AJ as a member
  • Redscar on AJ as a non-member
  • Redscar (realistic on top, cartoon on bottom) ~Drawn by Jadedfoot

Drawing of me by Hawkpaw (YouNeedJesus) (Hand drawn):

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