Post by Canary on Apr 9, 2018 18:19:12 GMT
emberface  the basics name • Pansykit, Emberpaw, Emberface nickname • Fintan (meaning white fire); Em, age • 26 moons gender • Cis female sexuality • Homosexual rank • Warrior the looks short description • Dilute tortie point she cat with low grade white markings and blue eyes body type• Oriental overall looks • Emberface is named more for her tortie markings than her beauty. As a tortie point cat, she has dilute tortoiseshell markings on her face, limbs and tail. They are mostly black with very sparse orange to light up the darkness. The rest of her pelt is an off white colour. She also possesses low grade white markings on her chin, neck, and forepaws. Emberface seems to take after her father more in build. She is a classical oriental in shape with a streamline shape that is the pinnacle of aerodynamic excellence. She has a triangular face with defined cheekbones that make her look like she's constantly looking down her nose at others. Her ears are disproportionately large on her head and tend to be rather wilted with weariness. Emberface is proud to say her eyes are she same blue shade as her father's. Her paw pads are grey in colour. Her back right paw pad has a distinct, self-inflicted scar that only Emberface knows of. Emberface is chubbier than most of her other clan mates. She has a bad habit of eating when she's stressed and lately, she has been more stressed than ever. the personality likes -Berries -Being the smartest cat in the room -Geodes, or anything shiny really -Vibrant colours dislikes -Burrs -Anything creepy and crawly -Formal ceremonies -The feeling of ice on her sensitive paw pads strengths -Intelligence -Excellent memory -Good dexterity weaknesses -Arrogant -Bad eyesight (she needs glasses) -Hasty -Perfectionist dreams -To live to the age of 30 moons without dying from stress fears -Irrational fear of hurting kits by accident -Homelessness -Identity theft -Being replaced overall personality • The first thing cats seem to learn about Emberface is that she is well-versed. She's a smart little cookie and loves to let others know it. She tends to throw around big words just for the fun of it and takes delight in out-smarting others. She's difficult to understand on the best of days and likes to talk circles around a problem instead of directly addressing it. Her mind is lightning fast and she tends to jump to conclusions because she is convinced she is always right. Emberface feels entitled to her intelligence. It comes to her very naturally and she has little difficulty picking up on the smallest of details. She possesses a photographic memory and has a sharp silver tongue. Emberface is the kind of cat who thinks about things logically and makes her actions based on cold hard facts. She can be very judgemental of others who do not reach her very high stands of intelligence. She hates having to take time to slow down and explain her line of thinking. Truthfully, Emberface is most critical of herself and imposes her high standards upon others. She is a perfectionist at heart and cannot handle when a situation does not go exactly the way she had planned. She takes the blame for every little thing that goes wrong in her life and lays the blame on herself. Emberface's favourite pastime is beating herself up over past mistakes. Emberface is a very imbalanced individual. Her personality clashes with her history which equates to a very high-strung, moody cat. She is naturally inclined to try her hardest at everything she does. She finds it difficult to have fun or relax because of this. Everything is a competition to this she cat and she always has to be perfect at everything she does. It is what is expected of her; it is what she expects of herself. Over the course of her life, she has deteriorated into a shell of her former self. Every little action she does is driven by fierce need to be the best at everything. Emberface is a stick in the mud. She doesn't cause trouble if she can help it and tries to obey the rules at all times. She possess a heart of a wanderer (a trait she inherited from her father) but she represses it ruthlessly. She knows her place is in PineClan, no matter how much she hates it at times. Her sense of duty drives her loyalty and nothing else. Emberface is a very distant cat out of necessity. She tries to distance herself from situations to keep her heart out of reach from those around her. Emberface tends to get so wrapped up in her own problems that she cannot see past her own nose. She believes herself to be the only one able to solve her problems and carries the weight of responsibility on her own shoulders. Compartmentalization does not look good on Emberface. Ever since Marrow's betrayal, she has been a complete wreck. She is extremely paranoid, has difficulty sleeping, twitches constantly, and tends to keep to herself. She has picked up a horrible habit of eating when she's stress; which is to say, all the time. Emberface is very soft at heart and has no tolerance for violence. She relies purely on her own smarts and would rather run away from a fight than actually use her claws. Raised a healer, Emberface finds no satisfaction in spilling blood like some of her clan mates. She mostly sees it as a necessary evil, but still finds herself disgusted by those who take the lives of others. Emberface is attractive in an enigmatic, mysterious sort of way. She has a pretty face, but its usually ruined when she opens her mouth. (+)intelligent, nonviolent, tactical, efficient, (/)distant, stickler, engimatic (-)prideful, judgemental, control freak, anxious, critical the history mother • Cinderstar, 46, monarch father • Magnolianose, 48, consort siblings • Unnamed siblings, 0, kits other important people • Cinnibarleaf, 109, healer, mentor overall history • The she kit was born prematurely, but breathing. Which could not be said for her two other siblings. Ever breathe was a struggle for the she kit, her lungs were just so small and her heart so weak; she wanted nothing more than to give up. But the strangled sound of her mother's voice made her want to cling to life. In return, the she kit's mother did not give up on her. They tethered each other to the realm of the living, a united front against the specter of death hovering over their nest. Their resolve was only cemented by a single word, the she kit's secret name: Fintan. Fintan struggled for her first moon of life. She had difficulties breathing and had fluid in her lungs from her birth. She developed a nasty cough and high temperature several days after her birth. Only for her body temperature to dip during the nights causing her to spend the dark hours shivering violently. But through all her hardships, her mother never once gave up on her. So somehow she returned the favour. Finally, she survived her first moon and it was time for her naming ceremony. Her parents carried her by the scruff of her neck to the Grove. Some words were said, but Fintan honestly slept for most of the ceremony. Eventually Cinderflower nudged her awake and pushed her in front of the entire clan. Fintan started with wide eyes at all the cats as her mother stepped forward in her usual quiet but commanding way. She presented Fintan as her kit, her only living kit, and gave her the name Pansykit for the delicate white flower that was the same shade as her coat. Fintan - or rather, Pansykit - just huffed unhappily at her mother for waking her and tried to fall back asleep. Recovered from her earlier brush with death, Pansykit took full advantage of her new healthy state. She relished in the attention she received from her mother who worked both as her mother and a nurse, so she was never too far from the nursery. When Cinderflower did attend to her duties as a nurse, Pansykit would always follow on her heels and copy everything her mother did. It was horribly endearing. In her eyes, Pansykit's mother was easily the greatest cat ever created. She valued kindness above all else and had a heart big enough to house all of PineClan. Pansykit promised herself then, that if she grew up to be even a fraction of her mother's greatness, she would succeed in life. While Pansykit was easily the smallest kit in the nursery, she made up for her lack of size in strength of heart. She was a force of nature that could not be contained by the walls of the nursery. At first, the whole clan was interested in her as the first of the newest royal generation. They watched her for signs of strength and potential and they apparently liked what they saw. Pansykit spent her days charming the whole camp with her antics. She usually started her day by sitting by the camp entrance and greeting every cat that passed her. Then she would go share tongues with the elders and personally made sure they all ate properly. Pansykit was accepted among their ranks with enthusiasm. Her favourite tales were those of monarchs of the past. Her ancestors lived interesting lives, full of fantasy and daring adventures. Once the sun was at its highest, Pansykit would switch gears and pounce on her closest available family member. More often than not, it was Cormorantfang himself. He wasn't very pleased with his niece's attention but weathered it with grace. Pansykit's fascination with her uncle was very one-sided. When Cormorantfang successfully evaded Pansykit's choke hold, she turned her attention to Ashstar herself. The current monarch of PineClan was much less intimidating with a kit clinging to her back like a limpet. The true focus of Pansykit's attentions was completely taken by an old she cat named Cinnabarleaf, the healer. Cinnabarleaf was a very unconventional cat. She was sly and cunning as any other healer of PineClan, but she was also a fickle conman. She was an enigma among PineClanners but well liked despite her constant deception of her clan mates. Like many of her clan mates, Pansykit found herself drawn to the elderly healer. They two got along like a house on fire. On one memorable occasion, Cinnabarleaf used Pansykit's cute looks to manipulate a Pest Cat into giving up her collar. To this day that shiny collar still decorates Cinnabarleaf's nest. Days before Pansykit's fifth moon, she approached her mother with a request. By now, her colourpoint tortie colours had grown in, giving Pansykit a very distinct look. She pleaded with her mother to get a name change. "Pansykit" was a very soft name, she complained. She pointed out that her mother was of royal blood, would it really be that difficult to pull some strings? Pleeeaaassseee? When Cinderflower asked what her name should be instead, Pansykit answered immediately. "Ember." She meowed, the determination clear in her tone. "Then we'll match! Cinder and Ember... I wanna be like you, mom." How could Cinderflower say no to something like that? Several days later, Pansykit stood before her grandmother Ashstar and was named an apprentice. In the same ceremony, Ashstar granted Pansykit's request and gave her her new name: Emberpaw. It sounded perfect to her ears. Her first mentor, would be her father, Magnolianose. Emberpaw was not expected to take up the throne any time soon, so she did not feel the need to bother with a very royal education. She would much rather take the chance to get to know her father better. Those few moons working closely with her father solidified Emberpaw's respect for him. He was clearly intelligent and his position as consort was well deserved. Some of the elders used to mutter about how "flighty" he was and this made Emberpaw somewhat unsure of her father. His fondness for wandering and the human village baffled and unnerved Emberpaw. That was, until he took her to the human village for the first time. Much like her father before her, Emberpaw seemed to have restless paws and a taste for adventure that could not be sated within PineClan's boarders. Emberpaw's time under Magnolianose's mentorship was educational to say the least. While they two of them did dedicate most of their time to studying PineClan history, culture, and other important topics, the two of them spent equal amount of time outside of camp. During one of these excursions, Emberpaw met a Pest Cat named Marrow. Emberpaw fell in love with her at first sight. She was a beautiful black she cat with some white spotting and a quick claw. The way she hunted was poetry in motion. Emberpaw actually walked face-first into a wall because she was too busy staring at this goddess of a she cat. Marrow laughed at Emberpaw's antics and introduced herself as the Pest Cat of the human butcher's.She was the self-proclaimed Most-Successful-Hunter in the whole village. Emberpaw instantly believed her. From their first meeting, Emberpaw became obsessed with Marrow. She spent every second of her spare time in the human village with the other she cat. Her clan mates were not impressed with her new friend, but Magnolianose seemed to understand. He was very lenient with her and did nothing to restrict her to camp. Emberpaw took full advantage of his soft spot. The moons passed and Emberpaw became fully convinced that Marrow would be her future consort. If only she could convince the other she cat to join PineClan. Emberpaw promised it would be easy. She was of royal blood, her grandmother was the monarch, they could share the same nest; yet Marrow always seemed to have an excuse ready. She would miss the village too much, she took her job as a pest cat very seriously, she didn't think she would fit in a clan, the rat population was high this moon and the butcher needed her help more than ever. Emberpaw would not be discouraged. She loved Marrow too much to give up on her. Eventually things came to a head between Marrow and Emberpaw. She was turning nine moons soon and would be expected to specialize in a role in the clan. Marrow scoffed at Emberpaw and flipped the tables on her. Marrow offered Emberpaw a place at her side in the human village. At first, Emberpaw refused. She was a clan cat, through-and-through. Marrow argued her case well. They would have a safe place to stay at the butcher's. They wouldn't have to worry about predators. They would have a constant source of food. They would have no responsibilities. No monarchy, no clan rivalries, no hunger, no constant threat of death. It did sound like a good life. A life that Marrow wanted for the both of them. Emberpaw thought about Marrow's offer for a very long time. She watched her clan mates with new eyes. The way Ashstar would always glance at the fresh kill pile with hard eyes; Marrow always threw around fresh prey like a commodity. The way Queens seemed to wear down over time as they lost more and more of their kits to the harsh clan life; Marrow promised their kits would never worry for their lives. The way warriors would sometimes return from patrol with battle wounds from fighting off other clan cats or predators; Marrow confidently walked wherever she wanted without any regard for boarders or what may be lurking around the next corner. Emberpaw made up her mind. The night of her tenth moon, Emberpaw walked out of PineClan camp for what she thought would be the last time. Marrow was waiting for her at the edge of the human village. They exchanged nuzzles and Marrow reassured her that she was making the right choice. It started to rain as they walked back to the human village and Marrow urged them to hurry back to their new home. Their first night together was a new experience for Ember that left her blushing and Marrow grinning like the cat that caught the canary. They settled together in a shared nest and Ember couldn't stop nuzzling up against Marrow, her heart overwhelmed with love. As she started to drop off to sleep, Ember leaned into Marrow's ear and told her her secret name. She entirely missed the malicious smile on Marrow's face. The next morning, the rain had picked up into a storm but it did nothing to dampen the newly mated couple. They spent the day settling into their new space together. As the evening began to creep in, several voices caught Ember's attention. It was small group of PineClan cats. At first, Ember hide herself away from her former clanmates. She was too ashamed to face them. To her surprise, it was not her name they were calling. It was another cat who they were searching for. Unable to ignore her worry and curiosity, Ember approached the group and asked what had happened. They admitted to murder of one of their warriors. Ember's heart stopped. Apparently, the warrior had gone missing two days ago and was found dead by the docks. The whole clan was searching the town for answers. Ember was overwhelmed by the urge to join them and she had just made up her mind to join the group when she was stopped by Marrow. The other she cat was desperately clinging to Ember, begging her not to go. Ember tried to explain the situation, but Marrow was inconsolable. They had a loud argument and starting hurling insults and hurtful words at each other. Eventually, Ember broke away with tears in her eyes and started to walk away. Marrow tackled her with a yowl of rage and pinned her to the ground. Ember looked up at her mate in stunned disbelief. As Marrow raged at her, Ember was transfixed by the white spotting in her coat slowly washing away. As if it was fake. Shoving Marrow off of her, Ember swiped her paw through her markings and pulled back to find wet chalk on her paw. She demanded an explanation. Marrow looked horrified by the turn of events and tried to avoid her questions. Eventually Ember put the pieces together. Marrow was not a cat. She was a Cat Sith. A faerie. With her secret out, Marrow admitted to being a brownie. She said she was just curious about clan cats, so she had taken up a Cat Sith form to try and get close to the clans. She faked white spotting markings with white chalk to throw off the clan cat's suspicions. Marrow went on to claim her feelings for Ember were genuine and she truly did love her, wanted to make a life with her here in the village. Emberpaw, feeling horribly betrayed, ended their relationship right there. Anger flashed in Marrow's eyes and she shifted forms into an exact replication of Emberpaw. Just last night, Emberpaw had revealed her true name to Marrow, a great mistake. Faeries who knew the true name of a cat could impersonate them perfectly. Marrow quietly said she could not allow Emberpaw to return to PineClan, she loved her too much to just let her go. Emberpaw tried to escape, but Marrow was much, much stronger than her. She bodied Emberpaw into the butcher's cellar and trapped her down there using her powers. Emberpaw was deaf, blind, and weakened by the faerie's powers. She could only claw around the basement weakly, like the sickly kit she had once been. Emberpaw did not know how much time passed before Marrow returned, still wearing Emberpaw's form. Marrow relieved Emberpaw of her spell and tried to appeal to her again. She said how much she loved her, how she would never let her go, how they were meant to be together. All Emberpaw could do was shake in pure fear of her former mate. Several days passed by in the same way. Marrow pranced around PineClan with Emberpaw's face then would return to the butcher's basement to try and convince Emberpaw to take her back. Somehow, Emberpaw always found the strength to refuse Marrow's advances. Every day, Marrow would leave disappointed. While Marrow never gave up on Emberpaw, Emberpaw started to slowly devise a plan of escape. She couldn't rely on her strength, Marrow had her beat in that department. But she was not a PineClan cat for nothing. She would just have to outsmart Marrow; beat her at her own game. The day came when Emberpaw attempted to escape. The day passed and (like clockwork) Marrow returned from PineClan to visit her prisoner in the basement. The moment the spells of blindness were lifted from her eyes, Emberpaw struck out with one of her back legs and knocked over a container of salt. Marrow, as all faeries, was forced to pause and started to slowly count the grains of salt. Emberpaw acted quickly. She grabbed the fire iron from the nearby fireplace and stabbed Marrow with the pointed end. The Cat Sith choked and spluttered horribly. Their eyes met and Emberpaw saw hurt and betrayal in her former mate's eyes. She looked away as Marrow was forced to beat a hasty retreat to the faerie realm. Emberpaw stumbled back to PineClan, weak and with tears in her eyes. The moment she laid eyes on her mother, she burst into sobs and flung herself into her fur. Cinderflower was confused but comforted her kit all the same. Emberpaw made up a story about having a fight with Marrow and her mother easily bought it. Emberpaw never told anyone of what truly had happened with Marrow. She was ashamed at having been tricked so easily and Marrow's betrayal scarred her heart. The very next day she approached her mother and stated she was ready to move on with her next phase of training. Cinderflower gratefully accepted. She had been worried her kit would lag behind in her training, but Emberpaw's fight with Marrow seemed to have motivated her to move on with her life. Emberpaw did not correct her. To the clan's surprise, Emberpaw became the apprentice of Cinnabarleaf. No one had taken her for the healer type, but nothing seemed to change her mind. Cinnabarleaf was delighted to take Emberpaw as another of her apprentices. The other healer apprentices were Cinnabarleaf's son and a lazy cat named Stonepaw. They accepted Emberpaw's presence easily. Cinnabarleaf's son seemed to have inherited much of his mother's nature. Upon first meeting Emberpaw, he simultaneously flirted with and insulted her. He was enthralled with Emberpaw because of her relation to Ashstar and bluntly offered to become her consort should she ever be in need of one. Marrow's betrayal still fresh in her mind, Emberpaw declined him. Cinnabarleaf's son shrugged off her refusal with a sunny smile and helped her move her nest into the healer's den. Stonepaw was also a very blunt character. They wasted no time telling Emberpaw that the entire reason they became a healer was so they could avoid training and take more naps. Emberpaw could tell Stonepaw was avoiding something or someone, but made no comment other than to offer them some more moss from her nest. Emberpaw's fellow apprentices were strange, but oddly refreshing. Cinnabarleaf was a headcase, but a caring mentor all the same. She would sit by Emberpaw's side when she woke up from her nightmares about Marrow. She never asked any question, just offered her a shoulder to cry on and a sympathetic look. As her training progressed, it became obvious to Emberpaw that she was not cut out to be a healer. Not if she couldn't get over her fear of faeries. Every time she came face-to-face with a faerie she would flinch and not be able to look them in the eye. Both Emberpaw and her fellow healers became frustrated with her repulsion of the fae kind. In the end, it was Stonepaw who helped her overcome her hesitation. They introduced her to a little sprite in the shape of a bumblebee. They quietly told Emberpaw the story of their mother who died from an allergic reaction to a bee sting. They said the bee sprite hear their story and dedicated itself to their cause. Stonepaw told her of the time the bee sprite saved him from a fox by stinging it in the nose. And the time the bee sprite lead him to a rare herb needed to heal a very injured clan mate. Emberpaw spent hours listening to Stonepaw tell stories of their experience with the faeries. Slowly, Emberpaw became more comfortable with faeries, but anything bigger than a squirrel still unnerved her. After several moons of intensive training, Cinnibarleaf agreed that both Emberpaw and Stonepaw earned their full healer names: Emberface and Stonesight. Cinnibarleaf was the one who had suggested the name choice and cried bitterly during Emberface's ceremony while wailling about her growing up too fast. Emberface was embarrassed for both of them. Despite being given her new name, Emberface was still considered the healer's apprentice. Cinnibarleaf was in good health and still young. There was no way she was giving up her position as healer any time soon. Technically Stonesight and Cinnabarleaf's son were both her senior. They would earn the title of healer before she would. This never bothered Emberface. Cinnibarleaf, Stonesight, and Cinnabarleaf's son were like her family and she couldn't imagine her life without them by her side. Several moons later, tragedy struck like a sudden bolt of lightning. Emberface returned from a herb collecting journey to find the whole clan staring at her like a monster. Ashstar approached Emberface, demanding her presence in the healer's den. In the den, she found Stonesight's lifeless body lain out in his usual nest. Emberface was devastated and said as much to Ashstar. Her grandmother's face didn't change. She said that Stonesight's pact faerie, the songbird brownie, had rushed into camp with the news of a fight between Stonesight and another cat out in the human village. By the time a PineClan patrol had arrived on the scene, Stonesight was already dead. The songbird brownie claimed it had been Emberface who had attached them. Emberface was taken aback and denied the claims. Ashstar shook her head and reminded her that faeries were incapable of lying. It must have been Emberface who had attacked Stonesight, unless she had some evil twin sister she didn't know about. Ashstar's words made her heart stop. A doppelganger. Ashstar swept the whole situation under the carpet. She didn't want the clan knowing that her granddaughter was a murderer. She advised Emberface to never do such a thing again, or she would be forced to take action. Emberface just nodded numbly. Cinnibarleaf and Cinnabarleaf's son, who had been there when Stonesight's brownie had arrived, refused to meet her eyes. When night finally set upon the camp, Emberface escaped into the darkness of the night. She crept into the human village, down the familiar streets, until she found what she was looking for: the human butcher's house. Waiting for her in the front yard was Marrow. The she cat had not changed at all. Ageless in an unsettling sort of way. She smiled at Emberface and crowed about how she had grown to be even more beautiful. Emberface snapped at Marrow, telling to skip the pleasantries and explain why she had killed Stonesight. Marrow smiled mysteriously. She said she wanted to exact revenge on Emberface. To show her just what kind of power she had over her. Marrow made it obvious that she would not hesitate to frame Emberface again if she did not meat her demands. Emberface scoffed at the threats and promised she would never bond with Marrow. Marrow laughed and said she already had bonded with her. They had been bonded the moment Emberface told her her secret name. Marrow and Emberface were at an impasse. They were officially bonded through a pact but Emberface wanted nothing to do with Marrow. She did not know how to break a pact with a faerie, much less one as trick as Marrow. Much less a faerie who knew her true name and could impersonate her at any turn. Marrow claimed she would continue to steal Emberface's identity until she finally accepted defeat. The bond that tied them together made it impossible for Emberface to hide. Emberface continued to fight against Marrow, but she knew when she was beat. With Marrow's threat in her ears, she turned tail and ran back to PineClan. There was a clear change in Emberface afterwards. She was paranoid - flinching at loud noises and avoiding other cats as much as possible. She started to have difficulty sleeping, scared that Marrow would invade her dreams. She couldn't trust any one, scared that they were just Marrow in disguise. She closed herself off from everyone and started spending less and less time in PineClan. She became obsessed with finding a way to beat Marrow and break the pact between them. She went so far as to carve a specific symbol on the paw pad of her back left leg as a way to differentiate between herself and Marrow impersonation. Cinnibarleaf and Cinnabarleaf's son were still wary of Emberface and made no protest against her lack of interest in her healing duties. Besides, PineClan had other things to worry about. Monarch Ashstar had fallen ill and handed off many of her duties to uncle Cormorantfang. Her health declined rapidly over a course of several days. The healers tried their best to make her better, but it was obvious her time was near. In Ashstar's last few days, Cinnabarleaf appealed to Emberface to heal her. Cinnibarleaf and Cinnabarleaf's son had tried everything they knew, but nothing was working. Perhaps Emberface would have better luck. For several days, Emberface refused his request. She didn't want to be in PineClan camp or see Ashstar's disappointed gaze (who still believed she had killed Stonesight) or visit her mother who was doubtless worried about her. Eventually, Cinnabarleaf became fed up with her excuses and physically dragged her back to camp. Ashstar was clearly on death's door. Her fur was patchy and lost all its shine in the past several days. Emberface didn't need to be a healer to see that she was a lost cause. Ashstar smiled weakly at her only grandchild and twined their tails together. Emberface was shocked out of her icy frenzy by her touch. Ashstar admitted to Emberface that she was not the perfect monarch that everyone believed her to be. She had made mistakes - many of them. Despite this, she tried to do best by her clan. Every drop of blood spilled, every life lost, every breath, was all for PineClan. If Ashstar could pass on anything to the next generation, it would be her dedication to the clan. She wished to pass on this same passion to Emberface. Her only grandchild. Emberface took her words to heart and bid her grandmother farewell for the last time. Cormorantfang stepped into the role of leader gracefully - even Emberface had to admit that much. She remember her uncle as a rather grumpy cat who never wanted to play with her as a kit. As she had grown older, so had her respect for her uncle. She could clearly see what had appealed to grandmother Ashstar. Emberface was as shocked as anyone else when he went missing. She could clearly trading barbs with him before he wandered off into PineClan territory. She truly wished her last words to him had been kinder. Her grief over her uncle's death was quickly overshadowed by panic. With Cormorantfang gone, Cinderflower was next in line for the throne. As Cinderflower's only kit, Emberface was officially the heir to the PineClan leader. The next day was a whirlwind as Emberface was thrown from her self-imposed isolation to the forefront of the clan life. She was about as unprepared for this as her mother. For the first time, she felt bitter about her bloodline. She didn't want to be apart of this family. This curse of leadership. She had enough problems to deal with without having to deal with leading a clan. Apparently, her displeasure had been made clear to her mother. In no time at all, Cinderstar was pregnant with another litter of kits. Emberface was thrown by this sudden move. She didn't want the responsibility that came with an older siblings. Did her mother have kits because she didn't believe Emberface could handle being the heir? Was she just planning for the worst or was something more sinister going on? Was Emberface really that bad of a daughter that her own mother didn't think she could be future leader of the clan? Completely overwhelmed by the turn in events, Emberface tried to return to her previous life of obscurity. It didn't work. Cinnibarleaf approached Emberface with doubts of her capability to be a healer's apprentice. She hadn't be showing much interest in being a healer lately, and now that she was heir to the monarchy, she would never be able to become a full fledged healer. It would be in her best interest to abandon her post in favour of becoming a regular warrior or a nurse. At first, Emberface was outraged. She had trained for moons to be a healer and now Cinnibarleaf was just letting her go? How dare she? Still, neither Cinnabarleaf's sont or Cinnibarleaf seemed keen on having her around, what choice did she have. In a course of a few short days, Emberface had had everything taken from her. Her position in the clan, her place in her family, her grandmother and uncle, and the every looming threat of Marrow on her tail never left her. She felt driven to do something extreme if nothing changes soon. TL;DR
the genes basic appearance • oriental/tortie point/short fur dominant genes• tortoiseshell/smoke/colourpoint/ recessive genes • classic tabby (carries)/long fur (carries)/ the role player ooc name • Canary experience • 7+ years other characters • Sparrowflight |
