nothing lasts forever -- open

[Vaughn]

Born in Treeclan and raised in Rockclan. Treeclan queen, Rockclan warrior, his whole life he was lied to. He had six siblings with him, all idiots never knew what happened. But he did. He was angered by them trying to have him forget it all. He felt like a mistake when he was born and that made him bitter and dark and he hated it. But soon it became him, and so he lived on like that was named Stormhowler soon after training from a idiot. He kept sane for a few moons but then without waiting went and attacked the leader. After many scars where made, he was exiled to the land of rogues. He lived as a rogue for a while and ran into this tom named Drought who was leader of Deathclan. The tom brought him along to battle and he liked it, so now he was in yet another clan. Though he had a feeling he would like this one. A lot.

Now, he was known as Vaughn that was his new name and he stuck to it. Now he was settling into the new territory. Vaughn was taking a stroll, his long fluffy tail swishing from side to side and he grinned looking around for someone to speak to hoping he could find Drought, or just another Deathclanner to speak to. To show him around, give him a tour, tell him what he's missed and what's ahead. Make him at home. His brown flicked and he stood straight arching his back slightly.

"Come out I've sensed you" he said.

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I CAN BE BEAUTIFUL IF ONLY YOU'D GIVE ME A CHANCE

Wandering was a habit of mine and not a good one at that.  I gave a yawn as I scrambled over rocks and weaved around sparse trees.  My fluffed coat warming me against the light breeze that carried a chill on its spine.  My hazel eyes searched for some answers, some company, or at least something. It was lonely and quiet, the only noises were the ruffled of foliage and my soft breathing.  My gaze was empty as I looked about.  Dull scents only tickling the tip of my nose, just barely tasting of anything.

Then a strange scent hit me, thick and aromatic.  I squinted and looked about, eyes trying to spot something living and breathing.  My eyes caught on a tuft of fur quite far from me.  I silently edged closer and crouched into a bush, eyes sharp as I looked on.  Then the motion for my revelation came.  I took a long stride out and towards the tomcat.  A little smile on my face as I approached.  "Hello!"  I meowed with a smile, tail flicking with happiness.  My small body turned and my head looked up.  "Cath-Wren, nice to meet you.  You can call me Wren!"

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[Vaughn]

The tom stepped back and wrinkled his nose as he realized it was a female. He slightly gagged and put his paw up. "..." he blinked at her and narrowed his forest green eyes "Charmed.. I'm Stormhowler former kit of Treeclan and warrior Rockclan, exiled and now known as Vaughn. So call me Vaughn and nothing else." he said dryly and flicked his tail "So .. Wren have you been in this .. group of cats for a while?" he asked her. Vaughn was never naturally nice after being betrayed by both his mother and father and adoptive mother it was in his natural nature to come off grouchy.

Yes, he hated it, but was he about to change? No! Why do you think all she-cats despise him? Hes not a ladies man. Hes just not a persons man in general.