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◼️ She should have died along-side her Mother, but alas that didn't happen. The new-born Tortie-kit was saved by a patrol of FallClan warrior's who had heard the slaughtering of a group of cats attacking her mother and her shrill cries of agony as they ripped her open, killing her. The patrol came and drove the rogues away, before they could hurt or kill Freckledkit. They took both daughter and Mother back to camp. They buried her Mother and gave her to the Queens and aides to care for her. Her life had almost ended before it began, it is now.
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◼️ Freckledkit had just turned three moons old. She was now old enough and big enough to leave the nursery and see the camp. She had mostly spent her time inside the nursery walls, under the watchful eyes of the Queens and aides, now she could go farther, not much, but it was something. Freckledkit flickered her tail excitedly as the sun rose in the sky and the other cats of the clan began to stir. The cats at least on patrol. She ran out of the den and sat in a grassy area and watched as the patrol members gathered.
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◼️ She stared wide-eyed at them and marveled at how big they were and how... majestic ... they walked. Freckledkit watched until the last member left the camp entrance and couldn't be seen. After a few minutes her stomach rumbled loud enough for another cat to hear. She glanced around, seeing if anyone heard. Her stomach rumbled again and she let out a soft sigh before rising to her paws and making her way to the fresh-kill pile. She sat down in front of it, pondering on what she wanted to try, as it was her first time, eating freshly caught prey.
Massive in size despite her youth, Greyfrost fits in well with her elders. Though she started out average in size as a kit her body quickly grew throughout her apprenticeship and into her early warriorhood. Due to her constant borderline obsessive training, Greyfrost has built up and maintained a strong physique. Her size makes Greyfrost seem a bit out of place among much of her more agile, lean clanmates and is used to the occasional odd stare as a result. Muscle clings to her shoulders and stretches out from there to cover her back and legs making her a strong swimmer and all around force to be reckoned with.
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Greyfrost's pelt is long, feathery, and soft to the touch. Her gray fur covers the majority of her body with shorter, black fur underneath it. Though her thick pelt protects against the colder seasons it causes some discomfort when the heat overtakes The Forest. Greyfrost tends to shed frequently and will often leave tufts of fur on patrols and in her nest. Her large size is accented by the fluffy mane around her neck and long, plush tail.
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Greyfrost's head seems rather small considering her overall size. She has a round face framed by short, black whiskers and tall ears as well as a petite nose at the center of her face below a long, broad forehead. Tufts of fur grow from the base of her ears and her mane protects her shoulders from attacks. She has pale amber eyes that hold a quiet intensity and are the main focus out of all of her features.
Devote would be an understatement when describing Greyfrost's beliefs. She was raised to put Starclan first above all else, even her own family if needed. She is whole-fully invested in the progression of her clan and strongly believes in pushing their territory to the far reaches of the world. All cats should fall under the light of Starclan and be judged by their ancestors for turning away from them. She is of the belief that those who welcome Starclan into their hearts and lives are the chosen few and any that turn away should be educated and punished for their sinful ignorance.
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Hard-working and bold; Greyfrost is quite capable of taking care of herself and expects the same out of others. She questions those not wanting to pull their own weight or support the clan and will not hesitate to go out of her way for the greater good. She is the first to volunteer for border patrols and is not afraid to confront other clan cats or rogues if she spots them close to their land. Though her confidence is admirable, Greyfrost isn't one to think before acting despite growing up in a reserved atmosphere. This forward behavior has its downside as older warriors have been known to dismiss her as foolishly impulsive.
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Greyfrost's brazen nature makes for a loud and opinionated cat. She is quick to not only leap into a fight but lash out with her tongue as well. Her voice is rough and blunt and is capable of making a self-conscious cat weak at the knees. Greyfrost has grown accustom to being avoided by those not tolerable of her vocal ideas and would rather spend her time with those with similar ideologies anyway. Though some of her beliefs are rooted in tradition, she is a strong and capable she-cat who feels any cat is capable of changing their fate if they’re willing to fight for it.
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Uncaring, Shallow: Many of her clanmates believe being pensive or intellectual brings them closer to Starclan but Greyfrost is of the opposite belief. Her clan was chosen long ago for a reason and it is her path to share that with others. The Clan was meant to rise above the rest and no amount of soft spoken words or peace will accomplish that. Nothing gets done without some amount of maliciousness or force. To Greyfrost, you lose every opportunity you don't claw for.
Beliefs: She was raised to put Starclan first above all else, even her own family if needed. She is whole-fully invested in the progression of her clan and strongly believes in pushing their territory to the far reaches of the world. All cats should fall under the light of Starclan and be judged by their ancestors for turning away from them. She is of the belief that those who welcome Starclan into their hearts and lives are the chosen few and any that turn away should be educated and punished for their sinful ignorance. -
Family: MOTHER: Airysong › No User › › Alive › Unknown reason for death ›
FATHER: Blizzardsky › No User› Alive › Unknown reason for death › YOUNGER SISTER: Mintface › No User › Younger Sister › Alive › Unknown reason for death ›
- HISTORY - Greykit was born on January, 1st, 2021 beside her smaller sister, Mintkit to a healthy, young couple. They were fresh into their warriorhood and traditional parents like their own before them. At their three moon mark they were baptized in water and given their names and while Mintkit coughed and spat out water, Greykit blinked the water from her eyes and smiled in triumph. Greykit found herself bored most days and while she listened to the stories of gathering their clan beneath the stars, it never held her attention for long. Instead she was interested in watching her clan work; their daily lives leading them out of camp frequently. She yearned to follow them and discover their territory for herself. Her sister followed along and was the more rational of the two, happy to sit and listen to their mother teach them the warrior code and the meaning of Starclan.
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She was beyond thrilled when it came time to become an apprentice, on July 1st, 2021. Her first real exploration throughout the territory is still one of Greyfrost's fondest memories. She learned quickly to use her size to her advantage and picked up swimming and combat training quickly. Her body grew quickly and was soon towering over her sister's smaller frame. Her love for Starclan developed with the help of her mentor, who's traditional values and support of Clan leadership passed onto Greypaw. She began spending more time with her mentor than family and naturally grew distant to them. As she grew her mentor finally agreed to bring her on more border patrols.
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Greypaw's apprenticeship was nearing an end and she prayed often to Starclan for guidance on what her warriorhood would be like. It was in one of these contemplative moods when a skirmish broke out with rogue gang. She fought alongside her clan-mates with fervor and as blood soaked the ground and stained her fur she found her answer. As her clan chased off the rogue gang, Greypaw wanted to forge ahead, chase them to their camp and take their land in the name of Starclan; but they were outnumbered and wounded. Even still she had found her calling that day and as they returned to camp Greyfrost felt Starclan had finally showed her the path towards her fate.
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Greypaw finished the rest of her apprenticeship, on January 1st 2022 rather impatiently and on the night of her vigil, on she walked with purpose toward the camp entrance. She met her sister there who walked to a small pool of water and touched it with her nose before looking up the stars and confessing her sins. Greyfrost followed with confidence and boldly stared down Mintface as she claimed her transgressions. After it was over Greyfrost and Mint- sat together silently and as Mint- shivered against the cold, Greyfrost never wavered. In the morning they were greeted into the clan warmly and over the last few moons she’s tried to find her place among the crowd. She’s willing to go the extra mile to prove her worth and hopes to one day make The World bend on its knees to her and Starclan’s will.
Family: MOTHER: Birth: Doveflight - No Username - A White She-cat with green eyes. - Died from loosing to much blood kitting. | Foster: None Yet
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FATHER: Olivetree - Black tom-cat with light green eyes. - Died fighting off a badger, which slashed his throat open, right as help came, but it was too late.
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SIBLINGS: Mintface › No User › Younger Sister › Alive › Unknown reason for death ›
With half a body black and the other half white, you would wonder what the Gods were thinking. Half good and half evil, the representation of an Eclipse moon, half white and half black in a blink? Who knows, all one knows is this cat, was born that way, which makes her unique. To contrast her half-ness of two colors, her eyes are one shade, dark green like forest green in Summer-time, when everything is in fullness. Elipsekit at the time was born in DayClan though her parents, Doveflight, her Mother and where each born into MoonClan and NightClan, but because they didn't want to separate, they decided to leave their Clans and join a Clan that would accept them. They decided to join DayClan. It is in DayClan that Eclipseshell was born, on May 24, 2021. Doveflight was happy to give birth to her daughter and upon seeing her half black and white fur, named her Eclipsekit. Not soon after her Mother died from blood-loss and her Father died on a patrol, fighting off a badger. Now orphaned, the Queens of DayClan take turns caring for her and raising her. By the time she became an apprentice, she was teased constantly for being half-clan and half black and white, half blessed and half cursed is what some say she is. She grew up with no friends and often ate alone. Due to being alone, she grew creative in her ways of having fun, often talking to herself and doing weird things with her body, just to entertain herself. She is vain, not letting her emotions show. She keeps the pain and suffering to herself, but deep down she just wishes for one cat to notice how beautiful she is and become her best friend, even for life.
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Because she is half-Clan and not even of DayClan blood, she is proud of her heritage. Two Clans, with a long history and she was apart of it, even though she has not lived in either Clan, she is happy to be born to them. She will strive to uphold the laws of StarClan and the Warrior Code, and will obey her leader in everything. She is a thinker and will not hesitate to tell you her thoughts on something. She is very vain and thinks she is above everyone, in appearance, her abilities, and her own self-worth, thinking she is above everyone, because she is half-Clan. When she walks it's with her head up high and shoulder's back, giving the impression, that one should not mess with her. In the future, she hopes to find a mate and Mother kits, for DayClan. She hopes that she can find acceptance in a Clan she was not born too and find that DayClan is her home and the cats around her accept her, but for now, she is struggling to fit in, will she ever fit in, lets find out!
Family: Birth: Satinshore - #Woof - Sandy-brown with blue eyes - Alive - Fieldgrass and Satinshore don't really a great relationship. Fieldgrass thinks that Satinshore and her are just clan-mates and not Mother and daughter.
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The other Queens of the Clan
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FATHER:
Grasslizard - #Gidgetgal - Thick, dark chocolate-brown fur with White chest and paws - Alive - They don't really have a relationship. She knows that he is her Father, but they don't really interact with each other.
A yellow pelt covers the skin of this she-cat, Darker, gingery stripes course through-out the feline's skin, mixed with a dash of white here and there, faintly. Her eyes are an orange-red hue, much like her fur. She fur is short and soft to the touch, if properly cleaned, if not then it is prickly. This figure belongs to none-other-than a she-cat named Fieldgrass. Fieldgrass, was born, on, May 24, 2021, in SummerClan's Medicine Cat Den, to a 100/100 kittypet named Satinshore and a 1⁄2 SummerClan warrior named Grasslizard. It is unfortunate, that she was born to two cats who didn't want anything to do with her. She was often left for the other Clan Queens to care for and other kits to play with, as she had no siblings of her own. This left a hole in her knowing that she meant nothing to her parents.
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Fieldgrass wants to prove herself and her parents, even though they don't show her any interest, that she is a loyal member of the Clan. She is often laid-back and to everyone, seems to not have a care in the world. She does whatever is necessary and needed, when it is called for. She obeys the warrior Code and does her duties with ease and doesn't complain about anything.
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In the future, she hopes to rise to apprentice and then to a warrior, maybe even deputy if she worked hard enough, maybe that will make her parents see her and then aweknowlege her existence? Maybe someday she will have a family of her own, and is she does, she will not neglect a kit, even if it's not her own, she will take them in and care for them. She hopes that with the kits, she will have a loving mate who will be there for her and their kits, even the adopted ones.
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For now though she has to grow up and learn that life is not fair and people can be cruel.
I was born deep in the city, everywhere you looked, there was a house, and cars coming and going at all hours. On, December, 1st, 2020, I was born into a great two-leg home. I spent the last five months, inside the house and in the yard with my Mother and her friends. It was a good life but something kept gnawing at me, something I should ask or know, but what I couldn't place, until one day a family of cats, Mother, Father and some kits, moved in next door, then it clicked. My Father... I had many questions.
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So when I was 5 1/2 Moons old, I gathered the courage to ask my Mother. She finally told me about the wild cats living in the forest a few hours walk from the Two-leg Place. He told me about a cat who was my Father. A warrior, who lives, hunts and fights for his food and territory with other's like him, in a group, called a Clan. I was almost 6 Moons old, finally allowed to make a chose of were I lived, with humans or in the wild. I wanted to know my Father and his ways.
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So I chose the Forest. That night, on May 31st, 2021, I left my home and Mother. I walked a few hours to DayClan in search of my Father. It was a lot safer at night, but still dangerous. I had never been out at night, not literally in the city, always in my fenced in area. I wanted out of the city as fast as I could, so for the next hour I walked until I was far from the twoleg-place and in a few minutes came face to face with a waterfall. I sat down and just stared.
- APPEARANCE - Tigerpool is a massive tabby tom, often towering over his peers. His build is muscular but proportionate, the tom is neither stalky nor lean with a medium sized tail and sturdy legs. The bulk of Tigerpool's muscles rests in his upper shoulders, back, and through his torso, evening out the weight into a streamlined distribution. In addition, he is tall, making the cat seem less stalky than the average meathead, but do not be fooled.
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Tigerpool's pelt is a black ticked tabby with underlying cool tones amid the greys and browns, and sunburnt ochre as they inch towards the whites of his chest and muzzle. On his maw, white whiskers burst with sporadic sweeps, medium length, to buckle in an elegant fall at their tips. The nose of Tigerpool and his ears are a dirty rose color, though his ears are paler in comparison to the tip of his moist, leathery nose. The bridge swoops with a single, linear slope, that leads to a pronounced and plush nose with hard edges cut with the blacks of its contour.
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Tigerpool received his name due to the blue eyes that that cradle abysmal, pale pools- equally un-telling as they are immersive. Thin and black marks line the tom's eyes and his teeth are well-kept and particularly sharp, though not long.
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Tigerpool has a large scar on his lower left flank, though the fur has mostly grown over it. They can still see where the fur parts a bit differently over its intrusion. It switchbacks in a cascading fashion from his back's left side, to over the fibula. Upon close inspection you will see needle-thin, claw mark scars. Tigerpool's own claws are thick but short, with all white-grey claws, none are black.
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Tigerpool's voice is low and smooth, on the warmer side despite his cool-toned appearance. The tom always speaks on equal levels with another, even a small kit. His scent is that of jasmine and running water.
Born on May, 1st, 2021, to Threelegs, his Mother and Pinetree, his Father, along with his sister, Applekit, who was still-born. Tigerkit's kit-hood wasn't easy. His Mother completely ignored him as she grieved her daughter and promptly just left him in the care of the other Queens, only giving him his name Tigerkit. Pinetree, his Father tried to help, but stopped after his mate tried to attack him for helping their son. Eventually both his parents left him for the Queens and Clan to raise. His parents left at the age of three moons old and where never seen again. Some say they left MoonClan and are living in another Clan or the Two-leg Place. Still others think that they are with their Ancestors, having been killed by something. No one really knows.
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Over-time, though Tigerkit turned 6 Moons Old on December, 1st 2021, and is now beginning his training to become a Shadowhunter. From a young age, thanks to the Queens of the Clan, they taught him to nurturing
- APPEARANCE - Smolderheart retains a similar form to her fellow clanmates, Smolderheart harbors a smaller, more condensed frame compared to that of their counterparts. Personally, she's a somewhat stockier than most cats, a majority of her muscles residing among her shoulders and legs, giving her a sturdy form, yet small enough not to be overly bulky. The feline also harbors rather large paws and a long, winding tail. She also stands a tad shorter than most of her clanmates.
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The molly possesses a short pelt, a tad spiky in places, but mostly sleek though rather glossy, retaining a shine that's pleasing to the eye. Mostly black in color resembling that of a starless night, varying shades of ginger splashed about it in patches, accompanied by brindle markings as well. Surprisingly enough, her pelt is rather soft to the touch. Harboring a broad head and circular face, Smolderheart's face might appear a tad chubby to some. Her ears are average in size, holding a triangular shape. Her nose is mostly black, however pink splotches can be seen upon it as well. She retains long, silver whiskers and bright honey-gold eyes.
Family: Birth: Flaresong › No User › Flaresong dies from infection, which later resulted in her death
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FATHER: Ravensky › No User › Ravensky had grown ill, which resulted in his death.
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Siblings: Birchsong › No User › Older Brother › Alive for now › Dies from an illness, Black-cough › | Sparkspirit › No User › Younger Brother › Alive for now › Dies from an ambush with a fox › | Cinderfeather › No User › Younger Sister › Alive for now › Dies from unknown sickness that made her unable to eat ›
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Mentors: Violetglass › @ biyuwu › First and Only Mentor › Smolderheart and Violetglass are the best of friends, and former mentee and apprentice. Thanks to Violetglass, she is sane and not paranoid, like her father.
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Apprentices: None
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Friends: Violetglass › @ biyuwu › First and Only Mentor › Smolderheart and Violetglass are the best of friends, and former mentee and apprentice. Thanks to Violetglass, she is sane and not paranoid, like her father.
Smolderheart's life began when she was born on June, 18, 2020 to two warriors by the names of Flaresong and Ravensky, entering the world alongside three others, Birchsong, her older brother, Sparkspirit, her younger Brother and Cinderfeather, her younger Sister, a total of four. They were a comforting light to their father, Ravensky in particular who was currently suffering from constant plagues of anxiety, due to ambush by a rogue patrol, such had resulted in many injuries, including those of his mate. Despite his growing paranoia, Flaresong was a steady guidance for the tom, the kits as well. Thus, the family lived happily together, at least until two or three moons later.
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It was quite unsettling to discover that Flaresong had become ill. Smolderkit and her brother were notorious for trying to slip out to venture out in search of her, before Ravensky would return them to the nursery in a fit of panic. Alas, Flaresong had gotten an infection which later resulted in her death. This left Ravensky in a horrible mindset, so much so, even Smolderkit and her siblings knew they'd best remain on their father's good side.
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Despite believing this would be the end of Ravensky's visits it wasn't, if anything he checked on them more frequently. Perhaps this should've been expected, maybe not. Though comforting at first, Ravensky's fears got the better of him and before long, the kits' own minds became infected with his fears, leaving them either anxious and jumpy or reserved and quiet. The queens didn't like this, stating such to Ravensky quite bluntly. He agrees to try and mend the problem he'd caused, but merely made matters worse, before things became rather uncomfortable in the nursery, much to Smolder's and her siblings confusion and irritation.
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The day the four became apprentices, on December, 1st, 2020, was less than enjoyable. The kits had regained a bit of spirit thanks to the gentle nurturing of the queens, however it didn't take very long before Ravensky was at it again, plaguing their minds with anxiety and insecurities beyond belief. While some handled it better than others, Smolderpaw wasn't sure who to believe, missing the calming voice of Flaresong who'd soothe the worries of all.
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What Ravensky had done was shelter his kits every chance he got, placing unnecessary fear upon their hearts. He'd lost trust in his clan out of pure fear, yet would never lash out. He'd simply become isolated, something that Smolderpaw had also become, though it was beyond her knowledge until her mentor pointed it out. The difference with Smolderpaw was that she didn't display fear like her father did. While often bearing a charming smile, she resorted to keeping the peace, otherwise fleeing when the situation became too much to bear. Violetglass, her mentor, was a particularly pushy molly, but in the end, she had the young molly's best interest. She frequently shielded Smolderpaw from Ravensky's constant questions and worries, even during the event in which they ran into a hawk. Violetglass was determined to shape Smolderpaw into nothing less than a true warrior, something she'd never be with Ravensky's mindset.
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Alas, Smolderpaw reached the day of her warrior ceremony, becoming Smolderheart, on, June, 1st, 2021. It hadn't been an easy road, growing a distaste for the paranoid Ravensky, who had made things harder than they should've been. However, Violetglass reminded her of the tom's past and while that didn't fix things, she let her grudge reside just a tad. And then news came that Ravensky had grown ill. Terribly thin, the tom laid in the medicine cat's den for days on end, quickly becoming clear to Smolderheart of his unfortunate fate. The night he passed, the siblings grieved together, but at the back of their minds knew the tom would be at peace, alongside Flaresong once more.
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However, now June, 21, 2021, she'd truly face things on her own. Forcing herself to not be the cat her father was. Unfortunately, the feline has found herself at a loss, creeping back into that same shell from long ago. The clan had suffered death and sickness and the clan itself continued to suffer. She lost her siblings, Birchsong, her older brother, dies from Black-cough, Sparkspirit, her younger Brother, dies from an ambush with a fox and Cinderfeather, her younger Sister, to an unknown sickness that made her unable to eat. It was all too much. Simply, merely, overwhelming fear. Fear of what was to come. Fear for the clan. Fear she'd never admit.
- APPEARANCE - Freckledleaves is a black and orange tortoiseshell she-cat with short fur and bright yellow eyes. Her fur is soft to the touch and is always kept as clean as possible.
As Kit... Foxkit was a Kind and gentle playful kit who only want to learn to become a warrior of FallClan. She despises the gang that killed her parents and wants revenge, but knows that it may never happen. She likes to hear stories from the Elders, and loves to learn hunting or fighting moves from the apprentices, and will often try and help them with chores inside the camp. She strives to learn as much as she can, properly. She likes to play games, but prefers to play with the apprentices instead of the kits.
Family: Burning (Mother) - Dead - Killed by her Gang-mates as she reached the border of FallClan, trying to cheat death with her and Freckledkit (Unborn) | Deep (Father) - Dead - Killed by the Gang Leader, for breaking the mating rule.
Freckledleaves was born on March 22, 2021, to Burning and Deep, two member's of a Gang, that had a law that the two broke to make Freckledlaeaves. That law was that only the leader and the females of the Gang could mate the other males had to mate outside the gang. Burning and Deep broke that rule, and when the leader found out about Burning being pregnant, he confronted the pair, and executed Deep in-front of his mate.
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The Leader decided to let Burning give birth to the kit and them he would kill them both, but Burning had another plan and in the dead of night, she escaped. She ran for her life and the unborn kit. By the time she had reached the border of FallClan she was about to cross over when she was viciously attacked and killed but the Gang members, who had been tracking her down. It was only thanks to a FallClan patrol, that Freckledleaves even lived. The patrol drove the Gang members away from the border and then took Freckledleaves and her dead mother to camp, were they buried her mother and gave her to a Queen to care for and given the name Freckledkit.
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Now on June 22 2021, Freckeledkit reached her 3rd moon and is now ready to see the outside of the nursery walls for the first time. She had much to discover and learn even as a kit, but over time she hopes to become the best cat she can be, in whatever rank she is in. She will work hard and honor the rules and the Warrior Ancestors of the Clan, and all the ways of FallClan. She will become a great and loyal member of the Clan someday, and hopefully end up doing something so great, that she is remembered for all times.
- APPEARANCE - Freckledleaves is a black and orange tortoiseshell she-cat with short fur and bright yellow eyes. Her fur is soft to the touch and is always kept as clean as possible.
As Kit... Foxkit was a Kind and gentle playful kit who only want to learn to become a warrior of FallClan. She despises the gang that killed her parents and wants revenge, but knows that it may never happen. She likes to hear stories from the Elders, and loves to learn hunting or fighting moves from the apprentices, and will often try and help them with chores inside the camp. She strives to learn as much as she can, properly. She likes to play games, but prefers to play with the apprentices instead of the kits.
Family: Burning (Mother) - Dead - Killed by her Gang-mates as she reached the border of FallClan, trying to cheat death with her and Freckledkit (Unborn) | Deep (Father) - Dead - Killed by the Gang Leader, for breaking the mating rule.
Freckledleaves was born on March 22, 2021, to Burning and Deep, two member's of a Gang, that had a law that the two broke to make Freckledlaeaves. That law was that only the leader and the females of the Gang could mate the other males had to mate outside the gang. Burning and Deep broke that rule, and when the leader found out about Burning being pregnant, he confronted the pair, and executed Deep in-front of his mate.
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The Leader decided to let Burning give birth to the kit and them he would kill them both, but Burning had another plan and in the dead of night, she escaped. She ran for her life and the unborn kit. By the time she had reached the border of FallClan she was about to cross over when she was viciously attacked and killed but the Gang members, who had been tracking her down. It was only thanks to a FallClan patrol, that Freckledleaves even lived. The patrol drove the Gang members away from the border and then took Freckledleaves and her dead mother to camp, were they buried her mother and gave her to a Queen to care for and given the name Freckledkit.
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Now on June 22 2021, Freckeledkit reached her 3rd moon and is now ready to see the outside of the nursery walls for the first time. She had much to discover and learn even as a kit, but over time she hopes to become the best cat she can be, in whatever rank she is in. She will work hard and honor the rules and the Warrior Ancestors of the Clan, and all the ways of FallClan. She will become a great and loyal member of the Clan someday, and hopefully end up doing something so great, that she is remembered for all times.
