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Unafraid of the fire that warped around seemingly everything in life she wanted. She was an angel stolen from Hell. A kitten born in Dayclan, taken back to the Regime with her mother, but Dayclan didn't let go easy. When they fought at the border for her siblings, when she watched the brothers and sister taken from her, those angelic wings she once had fell off. But let it be known that on the day that her wings broke off that Dayclan forgot she had claws. She is a fighter. Gardenia is completely devoted to the Regime; a stern follower of its code, and determined to show everyone that her own mixed blood doesn't prevent her from being an honorable soldier.
Yet life threw another curve ball at her; the death of her mother right in front of her. Gardenia defended her mother the best she could and got everlasting scars that have left her permanently deformed. From that moment on she swore that nothing else in the world would ever hurt her family. Her siblings that separated were dead to her; they may as well have been killed that day. Her only siblings now are Umbry, her twin brother, and her half-siblings Noceur, Soigne, Xuxa, Inteus, Vespera, Alabaster, Magena and Draconis. When their mother died, they became all that was left of her. Gardenia sees San's image in them every time she looks at their faces. As a result, she has grown violently protective of them. She stalks them in the tunnels, always a heartbeat away whenever one of them needs help.
A bombshell blonde furred she-cat with black flowering markings; the front of her paws black and a big fluffy tail like her father. With the most remarkable honey gold eyes, claw marks trail from her right eye, down her throat, across her right shoulder, and ends in the center of her chest; a startling reminder of the day she lost a little bit of her mind. But she is a fighter.
A story that’s all too common among many cats. A terrified young kit lost and abandoned; their mother nowhere to be found. Fortunately for one young she-kit, the nightmare stopped there. Hiding amid the prickly thorns of a thistle bush, she was discovered by a wandering Medicine Cat, who immediately took pity on her and brought her to his clan. Any memories of before the day she was found have been permanently lost to her, and she’s grateful for it. SummerClan is her home, and there are few cats prouder to serve her clan then she is.
Perhaps part of that is her father’s influence. Almost at once following her rescue, a bond began to form between Mudthistle and Graythorn, the cat who found her. Despite being a Medicine Cat, he raised her as his own daughter, showing her all of the love her previous family had refused her. It is because of him that she is the cat she is today; with a decent knowledge of basic herbs, a respect for Medicine Cats that supersedes her respect for her own leaders, and a love for adventure and new discoveries.
Generally happy-go-lucky and excitable, albeit a bit shy, Mudthistle is a princess in her own right; easily charming any cat that meets her. However, her pride tends to be her general downfall; too oblivious to any dangers she might walk into until it's already too late, and too stubborn to ask for help when she needs it. A sleek and slender Havana brown she-cat with yellow-green eyes, the only cat that she might love more than her own future mate or kits is Graythorn; the only parent she’s ever known. A stranger bond between two cats you’d probably never see again, but to Mudthistle, she couldn’t have had a better life story.
Put bluntly, he has an antagonistic relationship with authority - and often he is that authority. Shoulders broad and square, hard and unforgiving eyes that aren’t often seen with a smile, he has the chiseled look of a cat in charge, but the defiant spark of a rebel against his own importance.
As a kit he dreampt to be of his father's mold - a fierce and dedicated worker for his clan, that would sacrifice it all for the safety of any individual faced with injustice - and with it came a sense of destiny and greater importance. He, too, would be a commander; he would become the cat calling the shots, and he would not stand idly by and let things happen. It was with this goal at the forefront of his mind that he began his training. Firetooth worked hard to become the very best. He tussled with his siblings and hung onto every word of his father's stories; he assured himself with the powerful blood imbued in his veins. Not once did it occur to him he didn't know what he wanted.
But as his apprentice ceremony drew near, everything changed: Solsticestar announced to the clan that he had been chosen to be Earthclan's newest Medicine Cat. At first, he rebelled; refusing his destiny, hating it with every fiber of his being, and fighting against it with all the raging hot blood within him. But the leader was a feisty cat herself, matching his quick-wit fire to fire, refusing to give up on him in spite of the odds; earning his begrudging respect. Eventually a situation forced him to be put on the spot; saving the life of a young cat without the guidance of his mentors. It was the moment that finally opened his eyes. For the first time, he really felt like he had found himself. He was the defender of his siblings and younger cats, striving to reach the same heights as his father, to work just as relentlessly so he could in turn help the youth of the clan. Of course, that didn’t mean he was going to change his attitude while doing it.
Quick to annoy, short-tempered, bitter, sarcastic, and unapologetic, he can be near impossible to work with at times. He isn't the type of cat that can be confided in - he won't share what he's told, but he'll flat-out admit it's a dumb concern to have or a harebrained secret to keep. He strongly believes in loyalty to the clan and the warrior code, and his faith has yet to be called into question. Even when his hot-blooded temper rears its head, he wouldn't even consider striking a clanmate, only snap at them a bit. Firetooth is gruff and he would never admit it, but he cares deeply for his apprentices and the youngest members of the clan.
He is a warmonger when it comes to any transgressions against them, and would not hesitate to invoke a battle between the clans if anyone mess with the members of his clan that can't defend themselves. Truth be told, Firetooth thrives in war. He is everywhere he is needed, fierce and unchanged, determined to set things right. When his blood is running, he is alive. Firetooth is a ginger tom with a white jaw and paws, and green eyes. He and his siblings, Pondberry, Ripplewish, and Airecho, were born to Breezestep and Creekghost - the daughter of two she-cats and the cursed son of a medicine cat, both with strong relations to leadership.
Primus. Prime. The first. The best. The eldest son from a prominent family line, from the very beginning Primus was aware of the expectations placed on him. As the nephew of Commander Mars, his mother Diana was tough on him and his brothers; being emotionally distant and holding them under strict rules in the hopes of making them into loyal, obedient soldiers for the Regime. This caused a lot of strife between Diana and Primus’ father Hurricane, who wanted his sons to have a more relaxed and fun tykehood. Primus tried to ease the pain of his parents’ conflict as best he could; pouring himself into his training as a Scout in an attempt to please them by following in their pawsteps, eventually growing to become an incredibly talented hunter to the point of surpassing them. However, in his obsession to gain his parents’ attention, his self-esteem is secretly at an abysmal low.
The young tom hides this through an outwardly self-confident and cocky attitude; constantly bragging about his own skill and making himself the center of attention everywhere he goes. Only his three brothers; Quartus, Septimus, and Decimus, know the truth and are some of the few cats that he can really open up to. Appearance wise he is a blend of his parents: a pitch-black pelt and slender build like his mother, but with the long, fluffy fur and striking golden eyes of his father. Despite what they put him through, Primus could never find it in his heart to hate either one of his parents but hopes that when the time comes to raise tykes of his own, he will be a better parent than they ever were.
