suddenly my eyes are open.

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[atrb=background,http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n11/Brambleface/Examples%20Tables/padfoot1.png] Where was he? How did he get here? Who was he? Wait...he knew the last answer. He was Padfoot. Padfoot the cat. No, Padfoot the trickster. He decided that sounded more fun, more interesting. Opening stone blue eyes, he lifted his head with difficulty. Everything ached, but why? Why did his body hurt? It felt as if he'd been hit by one of those moving beasts. Twitching his ears back, he mewed faintly and pushed himself up. It was dark, that much was obvious to him. What was he doing in the dark? He knew it wasn't night, this didn't have the same sort of darkness that night time did. This darkness felt different, shadowy. Was he undergrow? Was he dead? No, starclan didn't feel like this. He shook his head fiercely, what was he doing thinking about starclan? He didn't believe in that anymore. He didn't believe in any clan anymore. He was a free cat now, away from the wickness that was his family. Nasty family he had, absolutely horrid. Found fun in torturin' other cats. Now don't get Padfoot wrong, he was all for messing with cats heads but to physically torture them? That was just wrong. He shook his head again, he needed to focus. Focus...focus...focusing had never really been his thing. Blinking, he'd take a step forward, his paw brushing against a rock. So he wasn't totally blind in this darkness, but it left him unsettled. Almost frightened. Padfoot hissed at himself, he wasn't suppose to be scared of things. That was like the tag line of his new lifestyle, "be fearless". In his eyes, the only way to be fearless was to be absence of fear. He paused, lifting himself up onto the rock in front of him. It brough him a good foot above the stony ground and gave him a better view. "Yes, because I need a better view of absolutely nothing," he scold himself and rolled his eyes. "And now you're talking to yourself, lovely, Padfoot, absolutely lovely," He puffed up his chest and tried to think logically for a moment. He was in the dark, in a cave and he couldn't seem to find the entrance. Find the entrance, find how to get out of here. He could worry about how he got in there in the first place, later. Jumping off the rock, he padded around in the dark blindly until he started to see a tiny light. Stumbling towards it, Padfoot crawled out in his belly and looked around. He realized where he was and sighed. He was only a little ways from clan territory, far enough not to have to see any of the cats but close enough that they sometimes shared this spot. "Now how did I get here?" He wondered and scratched at his ear. Flecks of dry blood fell from his fur and he looked down at them and pondered. The last thing he remembered was taking off from clan territory in the middle of the night. Twitching his nose, he started sniffing the air for any kind of scent. He caught the horrid odor of a dog, maybe he got in a fight with one and ran into the cave with out realizing it? Yeah, that seemed the most sensible to him. Accepting that he had been a fool, he started to wander around the area. "I could do with some company," He mewed out and swayed his tail. "Helloooo! Anyone out there!" Padfoot called out. He waited a moment, flicking his ears around. When he heard nothing, he sighed loudly and flopped over on to his side.

[CLICHÉ]

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[atrb=background,http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n11/Brambleface/Examples%20Tables/2.png] Moony. That was his name. It meant like or of the moon. His mother had given him the name for two reasons. He was like the moon because he did indeed has a powdered blue covering over his coat that the moon played off quite nicely -or that's what his mother had said-, and he was of the moon because he was born at night, during a full moon. Whether he was of the moon or not, there was something eerie about the moon that freaked him out, made him want to hide away till the sun came up. He had a constant nightmare about the moon running red. It didn't sound like much of a nightmare, but it terrified him to his wits. Therefore he never looked at it, nor did he travel at night. He preferred to hide away behind a dumpster or even in the cave. Anything to avoid the light of the moon. Even seeing it after the sun had risen, his fur still prickled at the sight of it. But he always found himself glancing at it. It was something difficult to explain. Anyway, the day started out the same as it always did. Wander, hunt, wander, sleep. Rinse and repeat. He was currently at his routine hunt. He had woken up with the sun, though the moon had still been visible in the very corner of sky. If it had been possible, he would of thought the moon was staring at him the whole time he was walking. He found himself constantly glancing at it, waiting for it to suddenly run red, for color to melt into the sky much like his nightmares. But of course, it never happened. Shaking his head, he twitched his whiskers uncomfortably. He needed to worry less about an object in the sky, and more about his grumbling belly. So, twitching his tail, he lowered himself into the long grass, his pupils widening as he tried to look through the blades of grass. His ears flicked suddenly as he caught the sound of a mouse not to far off. Mhm, lunch. He slipped quickly through the long grass. There it was. Stopping, he narrowed his eyes, wiggled his rump in preparation for his pounce, and waited for a moment. He was positive the thing didn't scent him. Pouncing forward, he took the thing up in his jaws, crunching down on the spine to kill it quickly. He looked up at the sky slowly before settling down, setting the mouse between his paws. He finished the mouse in a few quick bites, shoving the bones off to one side. He knew about clan custom. He knew that they buried the bones and gave thanks for their meals. But Moony had no interest in becoming a clan cat, or even taking on any of their customs. So, he left the bones there and didn't even think twice about them. Instead, he rolled onto his back, his paws curled close to his body, and gazed up at the sky, his eyes fluttering shut. With a full belly, he really could use a nap. Especially since he rarely got sleep at night. Not even realizing he had dozed off, he rolled on to his side and popped one eye open when he heard a voice. Groaning inwardly, he closed his eye again, hoping the voice was fade or the cat would move on. Clearly not. He felt the flop of the cat's body against the ground. Grumbling, he stood up and shook out his fur, peering over the grass to catch a glimpse of the cat that had woken him up. "Some of us are trying to sleep y'know." He muttered, though his voice was light and friendly. He never did have the heart to be rude to someone.

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[atrb=background,http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n11/Brambleface/Examples%20Tables/padfoot1.png] Padfoot the trickster was currently distracted by a bug. It was a big bug, well big at this angle at least. It had six hairy legs and beaty eyes. He scratched at it, claws out. Missing it, his claws caught in the ground and he dragged himself forward a bit. Padfoot mewed in frustration and finally slammed his paw down. By chance, he caught the bug ending it's short life in a flash. He scruched his nose up, wiping his paws in disgust before rolling over. His bordeom started to grow again and he dragged his claws through the grass, yawning. Maybe he'd take a nap, a nap couldn't hurt him, right? But then again, he had just come out of the cave where he woken up from napping. That was more of a forceful nap, it wasn't his choice. Yeah, he decided he'd take a nap. Padfoot's eyes fluttered shut and his mind started to slip when he heard it. Startled, he leapt through his feet and looked around quickly. His eyes locked on the other cat's and his ears flickered back. "Oh!" Padfoot cried, flustered and embarrassed. His embarrassment slipped away quickly though and joy took over his features. "Oh, look! Another cat!" And he scurried over to the other cat, leaping on him. He'd run his pink tongue over and over across the other cat's forehead, practically pinning him down accidently. "Another cat, another cat! All hope isn't lost!" He sing-songed and leaped off cat, shaking his fur out and nearly falling over with the force. Padfoot scratched his ear, biting at his paw as he itched. He'd freeze then and his fur would bristle all over. "Wait. You're not a clan cat are you? I don't remember ever seeing you at a gathering. Wait! No! Please tell me you're not a kitty pet!" He'd blurt out and shiver all over. "Kitty pets are just gross. I mean who'd want to deal with the two-legs! They always try to kill us every chance they get!" Padfoot rambled off and made a tsk noise. Padfoot was back on his paws in a flash and started pacing, not liking the way his muscles felt when he sat still to long. Bowing his body down in the front, he stretched and digged his claws into the ground. "Oh, I didn't mean to wake you, I'm sorry," He mewed and turned his head back to the male, ears flicking back. He'd lower his head slightly in apology, dropping his flicking tail. Padfoot started to examine the cat, finally noticing what he really looked like. Tilting his head slightly, he'd blink and move his gaze respectively. Calmer now, Padfoot's hunches dropped from happy anxiety and he'd settle down into a sit. "My mother named me Padfoot, by the way. What about you?" He'd ask, dragging his eyes back from the grass to the cat. A tiny smirk appeared on his face and he'd twitch his tail.

[CLICHÉ]

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[atrb=background,http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n11/Brambleface/Examples%20Tables/2.png] Moony instantly flattened his ears when he heard the cat speak again. 'Good job captain obvious. What, do I look like a frog?' he thought to himself and twitched his whiskers slightly. He was feeling quite sarcastic today. It must be because he had been woken up. He grunted when the cat suddenly scurried to him, his muscles tensing instantly. Was this stupid furball really attacking him? He hadn't even done anything, and he was being attack! His fur bristled instinctively and he shoved his back legs into the other cat, grumbling when he licked him. "Are you crazy? What do you think you were doing?" He questioned, his fur still standing on end. He grunted and flopped down into a sit, licking the fur on his chest to calm himself down. "Yeah, yeah, another cat." He muttered softly and sucked in a deep breath, flicking his ears. He suddenly tensed up himself when the tom in front of him froze. Flattening his ears back against his skull, he stood up slowly, taking a few steps back. If this tom was going to attack him, he would bolt. He had never been one for fights unless there was a good reason. And this certainly wasn't a good enough reason. Was there even a reason? Taking another step back, he made a face. "Um, no? Clan cats have to many rules for my taste." He grunted and took another step back carefully. "And no, I'm not a kitty-pet either. Do you see a collar?" He questioned, lifting his head to show off his neck for a split second before lowering it again, his eyes narrowing as he took in the shape and size of the tom. He figured he had a good enough chance of taking him down if he needed to. For self defense of course. Watching him closely as he began to pace, he slowly sat down on his haunches, his body still tensed. He thought about asking him to sit still, but he decided against it. He didn't want to anger the cat in front of him after all. Twitching his ears, he shrugged. "Doesn't matter. I can nap another time." He said and straightened up his posture to look above the grass. At this point, he just hoped this tom didn't have any follows. He didn't want to have to deal with someone else like him. "Nice to meet you Padfoot. The name is Moony." He said, looking Padfoot over, assessing him. He tended to do this with all cats he met. He enjoyed trying to figure out a cat before they told him anything. "Padfoot..." He said slowly, letting the name sink in. "Are you a clan cat? Or was the two part name some kind of coincidence?" He asked slowly.

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[atrb=background,http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n11/Brambleface/Examples%20Tables/padfoot1.png] Padfoot watched the cat, pupils dilating slightly when the cat started back-tracking. He let out a bemused little mew when the cat made a face and spoke. Padfoot flickered his ears in agreement, nodding his head ever so slightly. [color=