Born to a kittypet mother, Red had a pretty uneventful start of life - after all, he was a Maine Coon, bred by two-legs to make profit. They treated their cats with utmost care, and even a hint of love, and thus the tom and his four siblings were raised properly for a few weeks.

When the kittens were still small, tragedy struck the household. A clumsy maid hired only a few days prior to the incident neglected her cooking, and her punishment were flames. Fire engulfed the house, and in the middle of the commotion the kittens tried their best to escape along with their mother, however, not all managed to do so.

One of them was Red, who ran away like a madkitten and ultimately got lost in the streets. Fate played its last trump. A passerby cat from BloodClan, who had come to harass a kittypet or two, noticed the baby Maine Coon. The BloodClanner knew a cat from such a breed would grow to a champion size and did not waste the opportunity. Grabbing the kitten by his scruff, the BloodClanner took Red with him into the forest.

There, at the BloodClan camp, he was given the name "Red" by the one who brought him and left to be nursed by a Queen who had kits about his age. The queen was already having trouble feeding them all, so some of her kits died. Red was not among them. The powerful kit competed with moderate success against his littermates and always had a large share of the milk.

Red grew, and soon he was old enough to be interested in playing with other kits. His favourite game was "The Clan Leader Says", in which kits would obey to a given kit and perform trivial orders. The one who would accomplish a set number of tasks successfully would become the next "Clan Leader". Or so were the rules intended to be, for Red was always the Leader and those who would oppose him, or refuse to play, would be bullied by the stronger kit.

A few moons after, Red was named an apprentice to the warrior Purplegaze, a jet black nasty tom with eyes which were in accordance with his name. Purplegaze was merciless in his training. They would fight for hours almost daily, and the mock plays with claws retracted were dropped nearly immediately - the mentor preferred "the real deal".

Unfortunately, Purplegaze was often dominated by a peculiar lust for blood that would consume his senses. When that happened, Red had to run away back to the camp and hope for the best. BloodClan was not very comprehensive, but even there a mentor beating his apprentice to death was frowned upon...at least when that happened in public. Those were pitiful times for Red.

During one of their training sessions, Purplegaze was consumed by his usual bloodlust and shredded Red's muzzle with his impressive claws, leaving it pouring blood abundantly. As per usual, the Maine Coon ran away, although he had a goal in mind that one time: the medicine den. He was treated by the medicine cat and, when asked about the wound, he lied, telling that the culprit had been a cat from another Clan, and giving a very generic and basic description of the imaginary cat. Red stayed in the den for a few days, but the ugly scar on his muzzle remained. To cheer him up, the medicine cat told Red that was a sign he was intended to live for battle. Little did he know that Red would take the advice too seriously.

Consumed no longer by fear but by hatred of his mentor, Red started harassing and fighting other cats from his Clan to attempt to get stronger and have his revenge. For a moon, he still showed himself to be weak and submissive to his mentor. Secretly, he honed his skills and his grudge day by day.

Red, who had been growing larger and larger still, was also becoming stronger and stronger still. He lacked skills, but so did Purplegaze. That was why Red, fuelled by rage, managed to severally wound Purplegaze all over his body, even blinding him in one eye. The mentor hissed a promise, that he would get the Maine Coon to be exiled.

Purplegaze tried and failed. Instead, Red was named a Warrior that same night, being commended for his strength and bravery, his act considered the equivalent of killing an enemy cat – his mentor was not very popular, after all. Purplegaze, impaired by the wounds and crushed by fate, retired and became an elder.

After a calm night of vigil, Red began a fruitful career as a Warrior. He was a terrible hunter, usually crushing prey and rendering large chunks of them inedible, however, he excelled during patrols. Sometimes, he was even allowed to go on alone. He still was the bully from his kit days, harassing others daily, in search for a fight, but he knew where his place laid and paid some rotten respects to those stronger than him.

A moon passed, and then another and some more did as well. In one stormy Leaf-fall day, Red came across a cat crossing the boundaries of BloodClan. He barely let the coward outsider cat meow; just enough to let him state that he came from ShadowClan to take a peek at their territory...that was sufficient of a cue for Red.

Driven by a twisted sense of justice, Red decided no spy had the right to run away with impunity. They fought for a while right on the spot and, bending the already neglected Warrior Code, Red delivered a fatal bite on the neck of his foe until the body became limp. After the red gaze vanished from his sight, Red realize that maybe, just maybe, he had committed a mistake. It was not that it was against BloodClan's rules, but, it felt wrong, somehow...

The Maine Coon guiltily dragged the dead ShadowClanner from the proximities of BloodClan's territory and did his best to dig a large hole. There, he buried the dead cat along with his secret. Nobody came to know about that incident.

Despite it all, Red did not become less agressive. The red gaze he saw that day appeared more and more often, and sometimes it was hard to control, but he managed to keep it as tame as possible.

To this day Red still fights both cats and his new enemy within, trying to feed himself with a satisfaction that never stays.