Shackle was not named for his coat color, no. He was named, instead, for his eye color, which we'll delve further into later on. But certainly not his fur color, because his fur is ginger and white. Ginger for the most part, white engulfs the underside of his tail, and his belly, sloping up to end in a teardrop shape on his forehead. The insides of his legs are also white, as is his throat, and chest. The ginger portion of his body is a dark, blazing, intense color. Almost like the sun, and sometimes it does seem to radiate heat off of it.

His claws, which are quite sharp, even when unsharpened and dull by his standards, are a force to be reckoned with, because claws are his second resort, if teeth and words don't work. Because he knows what how to use his claws, and uses them well.

Little cuts and scars litter the tom's body because he's stealthy, agile, and limber, but is always the one caught in border fights - or brambles. Shackle's lovely ginger-and-white coat, once silky smooth, became slightly rugged and rag doll-ish over time, because of these cuts and scars. Sharing tongues is something he's never bothered to do, because it's a petty bother in his opinion, so he grooms his own coat. Of course, this doesn't happen all that often, therefore, his coat is tangled and scruffy.

Giving chilling looks is a specialty of Shackle's because, honestly, he doesn't know how to give a warm look. Well, not a warm look by most standard's. Shackle's eyes are the reason for his name, and no one has ever seen anything quite like them. His favorite part about himself, his eye color is a simple, hauntingly beautiful cloudy icy gray, almost silvery color. His pupils, which are pretty much the only normal things about his eyes, are generally visible, although, when he's facing the light, they're not, which, in truth, scares some cats. Shackle distances himself, even from some clanmates, because of this.

Despite most of his fur having a coarse texture, his ears are unusually soft and silky. They have a lovely feel, and if it were a human, one would simply not be able to stop touching his wonderful ears. A lighter ginger color than the rest of his body, they're more of a pale peachy color, like the rims of his paws. His paws, ginger-and-white, although on the normal size scale, have that same color around them, making Shackle a more further freak of nature.

Well, that's what he calls himself, anyways.

T h e . S a v a g e

Ah, yes, yes. He is a councillor, but he can be quit savage. Shackle has a raging temper when easily angered by a misjudged mistake. Which in your cass, is a really super bad mistake, taken out with a couple of blows with a forepaw to the face or stomuch, it depends on what mood he is in.

T h e . S t a t e . O f . H a p p i n e s s

An abidefull tom, with an extremely calm and yet distant personality. A small tom, you would think, would not be so distant from his clanmates, and yet wants to be a councillor. How weird! He is what you humans may call, a somewhat defensive bear. He is, um, really defensive and kind. Shackle is unique in a way to his clan. He is loyal, trusting, strong, courageous, and determined to be the best Clan Councillor in the whole history of the Sierra Clan.

--->Kittenship of the Island

Shackle was dubbed Tidal at birth, due to the fact that the island had a tidalwave earilier that morning. tida lwas born one of the 6 out of his litter. He was the second strongest kitten of his litter, but no doubt he gained the right of the strongest, and fastest. Oceangaze was the sole father of the litter. Ottersnip was the mother of the six, a very not-wanting-to-be-a-queen type. He was always one of the troublemakers within the clan. Tidal was one hell of a kitten.

--->Apprenticeship of the Island

Ah, yes. When apprenticed the name happened to change to Solemn, on his request. His father died on a patrol through the whole island. Unfortunately Solemn was on that patrol, along with his two brothers and three other warriors not including his father. Spindle and Eagle, Wagle happened to be the kit at birth that was the strongest. Solemn who was then Tidal, was to have his name changing ceremony that day. The patrol was a devastation to the clan, as it lost one of it's councillors; Oceangaze.

The patrol was nearing the NorthSide Cliffs, wanting nothing to do with the ocean at that moment, but sometihng kept the patrol by the ocean. A dorsilfin flipped out of the water, near the shore. No cat seemed to notice. Oceangaze strayed to close to the water, the shark's head whipped out of the waterm, heading straight to Oceangaze. Suddenly the warriors of the patrol were fighting the shark. All of them failing miserably. Solemn watched horrified at the site, as each warrior died in the jaws of the that dreadful shark. Tuggin at his brothers pelt, they ran widly back to camp. Where, they had the name changing ceremony.

--->Warriorship of the Island

At eleven moons, Solemn became Shackle and received the title of warrior of the Sierra. His mother was so proud, she could've exploded, but that was to bad, because she didn't. All that happened was that the tom decided to go back and take a nice long nap, well, untill he was old.

--->Councillorship of the Island

There is really nothing much to say, other than he gained Councillorship, the Council had been looking at him when his father had died, and they were ready to began him as a councillor of hte Council.

(from other site)
Shaded as always, the ever-watchful Phantomshadow watched from, yes, the shadows. Rather bored by the events that the cats were being engaged in, he simply waited for Ceruleanstar to end the meeting. It was nearing the time of day when he was most active, and often led the nightly patrols, since he was usually awake most in the darker hours of the days. Of course, by then, it wasn't even day, but he was permitted to be as inactive as he was by their ever-noble leader, standing upon the Shady Rock.

Eyes flitting only momentarily to the apprenticing ceremonies taking place, he watched Colorpaw leave camp. She was an interesting cat, that one. She never bothered to tell anyone she was going because she knew no one probably cared. Too bad it was a likelihood that she was getting a mentor today. Of course, Phantomshadow's intuition was kicking in here, and it was a suspicion, and nothing more.

Lacking in interest and attention in this meeting, Phantomshadow usually wasn't attentive at meetings, but this one he found particularly boring. Slipping around near the warriors den, he curled himself up, twitching an ear to indicate that he was still paying attention to the actual meeting, and Tidalstar herself, but that didn't mean that he wanted to.

It wasn't like Phantomshadow was getting an apprentice, because he wasn't. He was perfectly happy with himself at the moment, and his icy eyes closed until they were halfway closed, and the ginger-and-white tom nearly dozed off, but saved himself from that not-so-horrible fate by concentrating briefly on the words being spoken. Oh, now it was Badgerpaw's turn? Well, speaking of, where was the apprentice.

Opening his eyes a centimeter or two more, he bore his fangs in frustration at the bright light, and peered around. Ah, there the apprentice was. Holding up the whole meeting, making everybody wait. Yes, that sounded somewhat like Badgerpaw, despite the fact that Phantomshadow barely knew the cat. Even though they were in one clan, they didn't have to be best buddies. Heck, Phantomshadow didn't have a closest friend.

The closest thing to a friend he had was his former apprentices. And he was fine with just that, because he didn't like getting close to other cats. Because they somehow always find a way to die or disappear on you.

Eventually.

Sierra Nevada
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Sorry the history's so short, I couldn't think of anything.