JADEWING ;; shadowclan deputy

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Name: Jadekit - Jadepaw -Jadewing

Gender: Tom

Age: 30 Moons

Clan: Shadowclan

Rank: Deputy

Appearance: [Link]
The top overcoat of his fur is a smoky grey, while his chest, muzzle and paws are snowy white. His fur is soft and cropped short in a smooth fashion. Jadewing's eyes are slate green, almost grey in color, which is where he got his name. 
Jadewing is small and lithe, though not to be underestimated. Due to his small size, he is an ample fighter, being light and swift on his paws. In fights, he is a dart, landing blows then dodging away before his opponent can retaliate. His tail is long and tipped with white, helping his balance and making him a good climber. His claws are also white, like the socks on his paws.

Personality:
Jadewing is ever watchful, his captivating eyes taking in everything around him, because of this he hardly misses anything and always seems to be one step ahead of everyone else. Jadewing is quite and watchful, saying no more than he deems necessary, yet always listening for information. This quiet nature of his ensures that he picks up on all kinds of interesting information, that he can then pass off to others for a price; food or information or just company sometimes. Jadewing is cunning, never pushing his luck too far, yet knowing just how far to go to get what he wants. He is not above blackmail or bribery to reach his own ends, and the benefits of the clan are of his top importance.

He is proud and solitary, helping his clan yet distancing himself from them at the same time to avoid close relationships. This may either be because he is afraid of messing them up, or just isn't interested in them at this time. It had always been his dream to be leader and he is quite ambitious, though secretly so. Jadewing is also patient, which is why he is fine with waiting for his time in life to be leader, instead of impatiently plotting Feretstar's demise. He knows when to watch and wait, this patience makes him a good hunter of prey and cat, since he rarely misses much. Jadewing is very protective of his clan as a whole and as individuals, as he would throw his life away for any one of them is the need arose.

History: 
Jadekit was born beside his twin Scorchkit, though they looked nothing alike, to the parents Addertooth and Shadefell. The queen Shadefell had been suffering from restless urges for a few days and had travelled out into Shadowclan territory for a walk. It was while on a walk that she gave birth to her kits, accompanied only by Addertooth. When the clan patrol found them later that day, Shadefell had given birth to two little toms. It was a week later that it was deemed safe enough for them to travel the journey back to camp, so they spent the first week of their lives away from the rest of the clan, though well guarded. As kits, Scorchkit never stopped moving and Jadekit was the quiet one that scolded him. The two were complete opposites, yet best friends from the start.

When it was time for them to become apprentices, Jadepaw was given the mentor Larktail, and Scorchpaw had Coldstream. From the start Larktail and Jadepaw didn't get along, with Larktail being a crabby she-cat that dreamed to be leader herself. She didn't put as much effort into training Jadepaw as she should have, not deeming it worth her time. Due to this, most of the time Coldstream found himself with two apprentices, not that he minded. Scorchpaw and Jadepaw learned together and trained together in the dark hours of the night, both working hard to prove themselves. 
It was during their apprenticeship that Larktail was attacked while out with Jadepaw, albeit grudgingly. The two were cornered by a fox and it was Jadepaw that dealt the blow that sent it off, though not before it had killed his mentor. It sounded heartless, but Jadepaw did not mourn. 

Name warriors at thirteen moons, Jadewing and Scorchwhisper sat vigil together. Scorchwhisper talked of course, the red and white tom never stopped talking. It remained a secret between the two brothers though.
Scorchwhisper died a few moons later, falling through a hole in a frozen stream near Riverclan, that was when Jadewing shut himself of from the world and started working to become leader. The current leader wasn't good enough, she had allowed Scorchwhisper to die. If he was leader, he would have protected his clan.

He began hinting at his desire for an apprentice, and was granted Honeypaw, a cheerful, bubbly she-cat that reminded him painfully of his brother. Their training passed too quickly, and Jadewing fell in love with the happy she-cat, and for a time everything was happy. He became more sociable, making friends with clanmates he used to ignore. Honeypaw became Honeyshine and they became mates.

Then everything changed when a bout of whitecough took their leader's last life and Ferretscar ascended to the throne. The same sickness took his Honeyshine from him, and once again Jadewing closed himself off. But he had done what he had set out to do. He was popular in the clan, and he had mentored an apprentice. Jadewing was named the next deputy, though he felt no pride in it. He is now determined to protect the whole clan and never let anyone die in front of him again.



Role Play Sample: 
On a white so warm and cold, so dark and light, how was it possible to not feel as if a ghost? To Lyall she was nothing but a wraith, with intangible paws nary touching the moon-washed earth beneath her feet. Such an ethereal unreal scene, when she herself was cloaked in silver as if the very moon had come down to bestow upon her a cloak of its own light. Grey was bleached white and red was darkened to ruddy black, making her nothing but a flash of shadow, a hidden patch of white before the eye.

The tiny shoots and bulbs parted before her paws, bowing out of the way instead of being crushed under careless paws. These were dainty steps, as if every paw set down had careful planning behind it. Eyes that brimmed with emotion yet were as grey-washed as the night itself were set inside the fragile skull, scanning the landscape. The wind was nowhere to be found and not a scent came towards her, yet those snow choked eyes picked up on a shadow among shadows, a shadow moving in the night.

Cocking her head, the shadowed female stepped closer, eyes luminescent of the moon itself. This being before her was shadows and starlight, as if the burning thousands had decided to come dance and dance along his pelt. A wolf she knew now, yet in this world apart, he could be nothing ordinary. Grace almost otherworldly haunted his shape, almost as if another shadow or tale, told in those orbs of iced fire.

Stepping forward into that chosen shaft of moonlight, the female did examine the male, youthful eyes telling of curiosity and striking intelligence, silver eyes seeming to hold the stars themselves, matching to this man's star-struck pelt. "Who are you, to beckon the lights to so dance in your fur, to have such eyes of heavenly fire?" Her lilting voice chimed, ringing like light wind-chimes, natural and full of life and music. Perhaps this was a ghost and nothing more she conversed with.



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