Deaf to the voices of all cats, passed by without even a nod of hello. Even his brother seems to hardly notice him. Shadestrike wonders if his clan even see's him as a warrior, or just some aimless ghost of a cat wondering their camp. He tries to bring cat's food to share, but they eat in silence, even when he tries talking. His voice is dry and cracked and doesn't sound like proper words. More like he is just making sounds and moving his mouth. Most don't understand him, and even avoid him. He doesn't have any friends besides Gloomleap, and though he longs for companionship, he is sure he will never find it. All he can hope for is to serve his clan and try and be the best warrior he can.