"You are free to choose, but you are not free from the consequence of your choice." A mixture of her parents, she is a tortie point, covered in a vast amount of white with shades of black, pale brown and cream swirling together on her tail, legs and head along with a pale brown patch on her back and a singular streak of brighter ginger on the bridge of her nose. She does not share her fathers eye color, having earth toned brown eyes instead of blue. Pollendrones only physical flaw is a long scar that run across her cheek below her right eye. No cat knows what cards they will be dealt in life and Pollendron was no exception, known for her sunny and positive disposition growing up she never had any issues befriending most.. but things changed as her life as a warrior continued on. She tried her best to hold onto that old part of herself and she managed just fine for some time, nothing seemed abele to break her. Forced into a marriage, imprisoned, beaten and starved she held true to who she was and things even began to look bright once again despite the darkness that remained all around. What had begun as a loveless relationship with Lionpride blossomed, an agreement to do what was needed shifting into something neither expected. It wasn't a fairytale story though, complications appeared at every turn and in the mix of this new and shaky love a new bond began to form into much more with her dear friend Schorchedwhisker, but with kits on the way there was little room for much else. The hardships and difficulty did not stop there though, and Pollendrone soon lost her mother, Swelteringeclipse, sending her into a downward spiral, already teetering on the edge just awaiting for that final nudge to send her over.. A nudge that would not take long to come. So close to kitting and with the loss of her mother so fresh, the news that Lionpride had been lost was all it took to change this young she-cat at last. Of course the tom had lived and the news of that was good but for Pollendrone it had come far too late. She was not the same, and after a long and difficult kitting where she had nearly given up she stopped fighting and closed herself off from everyone, even refusing to be the amazing other she was meant to be. The lovable and stubborn she-cat had fallen into a deep depression and unwilling to allow her friends or family to help continued to drift further into solitude until one day she made the decision to leave, so without telling anyone she vanished, leaving behind everyone on she had ever cared including all but one of her newly born children.. Taken with her was her only daughter, Sweetkit. Pollendrone has since returned to her home with her daughter, after many moons of being away. She knows that life will never be as it once was but hopes in time things will at least become as normal as possible.

Like the depths of a lake, Sweetvicory’s pelt is shades of dark grays and blues. Shadows lurking under the surface, moving and shifting as she moves.. But up above, a sunrise, seeking to illuminate the waters surface in rich golds, vibrant oranges, and subtle strokes of yellow. Like the sunrise on the lake, Sweetvictory seeks to bring joy and love into the lives of those around her. Her left eye is an intense amber, like a pool of fire while her right eye is split down the middle, two colors fighting for dominance around her pupil, a cool blue melting into fiery amber. You are far more likely to catch her in the midst of singing a random song, than in a sour mood. Sweetvictory is quick to become attached to anything and anyone that she deems ‘cute’. She keeps the objects and cats close, refusing to give them up until she grows bored and moves onto the next ‘cute’ thing to capture her attention. She is very open and friendly, with little fear of anything. Even going up to complete strangers and rubbing up against them like they are a long lost friend. When she talks she likes to be touching others, much to her brother’s dismay. Sweetvictory is the only daughter of Lionpride and Pollendrone, with the rest of her litter being her over protective brothers ready to interrogate and intimidate anyone unfortunate enough to catch her fancy, especially toms. They constantly worry about her safety and happiness, working together to guide her away from danger to keep her innocent as long as possible. Unlike some of her brothers who have strange senses of taste, she has none at all. Sweetvictory thought at first that it was normal for food to have no flavor but, after hearing others talk about how different tastes were depending on the prey and how delicious something was she learned that it was her who was different. Of course she hadn’t been upset about it though, it meant she could eat whatever she wanted and not have to worry about it being gross.