Dance your way through the heat of flames

[Hiddenwrath]

Flurry, flurry
Dance your way through the heat of flames
Hurry, hurry
I'll meet you on the other side, and
Hurry, hurry
Burn, my baby, let it burn

Character’s Name: Hiddenwrath

Gender: She-cat

Breed of Cat: Mixed

Age: 36 moons

Character Description: A very pretty light orange and white she-cat – small in size. She is quite quick, not overly powerful, and quite stealthy and silent when she chooses to be. She has stunning yellow-green eyes.

Character Personality: Although withdrawn from things going on around her, a lot of the time, Hiddenwrath is, always has been and, probably, always will be a kind and loving she-cat. From a young age she has had to deal with the snide looks and horrible stares of cats who ‘knew’ she had no belief in Starclan. Strangers, cats she didn’t like, cats who she had thought she had loved… this, though it hardened her, gave her a greater appreciation for the niceties and the kindness that feline-kind should show one another.

She generally does not believe in fighting, though she does believe in right and wrong, good and bad, the Just and the Just plain messed up. If her belief in doing what’s right and her belief in non-violence ever become conflicts of interest it is generally violent tendencies that are broken out rather than tea and crumpets.

A deep set emotional barrier and defense mechanism causes Hiddenwrath to occasionally, when she feels threatened or just when she’s in a fight, spout sarcastic comments that generally just piss off her aggressors even more.

Hiddenwrath is a master of solo missions - send her on a mission that feasibly she could do and you’ve got an instant heroine, one that focuses on the mission, completes her goals and is back in time for lunch… breakfast if she starts early enough.

The problems start when she works with groups. She becomes vulnerable, a beacon of sloppiness and a fountain of stupidity. Her good nature makes her look out for her team-mates more than the mission or herself.

Overall Hiddenwrath is good when faced with strangers. She tries to get to know them, find out more about them and generally become friends with them, but when a stranger comes up to her and starts spouting rubbish, or starts insulting her friends, or just turns out to be insulting in general, even to someone Hiddenwrath has never seen before she does get a little…Claw Happy.

Finally, Hiddenwrath’s main flaw is in her deceased parent. The mention of her father in a negative, or even the mention of something minutely related to her father, Hiddenwrath goes into a short term case of insanity and tries to kill the one responsible for disrespecting her father’s memory and only her friends are able to bring her out of it.

Character History:There is indeed little to say of Hiddenwrath’s past. She was born into a clan to the north of the four clans, the union of a clan female and rogue tom. The clan was more then happy to accept the kits born, and so she spent her first year of life within the clan.

However, after she was made into a warrior she had news for her clan – she did not believe within Starclan. Instantly shunned by her clan leader, her clan mates, her own mother and siblings, Hiddenwrath left the clan on her own free will rather then waiting for the leader to make the decision of her fate.

Her father, the rogue tom named Shade, met her at the edge of the clan borders. During this time he had maintained a paw in his kits’ lives, even though he and his mate were not allowed to see one another.

Because he too shared the non-belief in Starclan, there were no issues there – so two years passed rather uneventfully.

Shade died. The tom was plagued with a virus which slowly whittled the tom away, until he was nothing more than skin’n’bones.

He died, under his daughter’s gentle care.

So now she wanders – seeking acceptance within Risingclan.

Running within a circle of fire
God forbid, you'd ever just once tiptoe
Dust rising up, higher and higher
Hide behind these billowy greys of smoke