why do you want Shadow?

Shadow from Redwall. || About. || Rules.

"Fang and claw"

Give my muse an item || Accepting!

Well, wasn't this a luxurious little thing? And it almost matched his cloak. Shadow sniffed at it and squeezed the silky charm between his paws, minding his claws around the material. He'd never had something like this before (or seen something like it, either— the writing on it was unfamiliar to him).

He was sure it wasn't its intended purpose, but he was already deciding to use it as a new pillow; he could wrap it up in his bedroll to keep it safe. He looked up at the silver haired human.

Narada makes no move to pursue, though. Too small — besides, she’s got other, less violent dinner plans for after her evening adventure.

By the Claw, that... was the biggest wildcat he'd ever laid eyes on. He'd never seen markings like that before, either. Maybe it wasn't supposed to be here?

The unfamiliar chill of fear trickled down his spine as those golden eyes watched him for a long moment. As much as he was willing himself to run, to bolt for the nearest hole away from this creature, his legs wouldn't move.

Shadow is mostly rat, but he has weasel in his bloodline on his mother's side.

Outside of thieving, Shadow's camp duties generally include patrols, perimeter monitoring, resource gathering, and helping to make arrows.

He learned most of his thieving tricks and trade from his mother.

He had an older half sister named Flintfang. They didn't really get along and she died during one of the missions assigned by their mother.

Shadow was never a sea rat like Cluny and his main crew. He joined the horde about a year into Cluny's push south through the countryside.

Shadow's thief's kit includes lockpicks, rope, a grappling hook, and a vial of oil, all kept in a leather pouch. His knives are kept in separate sheathes on his belt.