Post by astreon on Nov 15, 2020 18:13:45 GMT -6
Roseclaw
REdwoodclan
seal point with blue eyes
elder
female
56 moons
Appearance
Stature
Broad overall in stature, Roseclaw remains average in height compared to the other cats of her clan. Though it cannot be evidenced by her crippled back right leg, she remains muscular in the other parts of her body. As a young warrior, she was defined and athletic, remaining elite alongside the others. Her tail plumes tall behind her, though it has slightly wilted along with her permanent injury.
Pelt
Roseclaw's pelt is much longer than the rest of her offspring. Perfect for cold months, it is soft to the touch and rather wiry. It is an overall pale cream base accented by brown shaded points such as her legs, tail, and face, creating balanced shadows overall. The T zone of her face is accentuated by darker brown shading and a broad stripe up her forehead, with the color matching the shell of her ears. Her coat can often become matted if it is not cared for, especially towards her back half considering her impairment. Across her right shoulder, a large scar can be found.
Face
Roseclaw's face is a mixture of narrow and round, with a broad muzzle up front. Though round is typically a delicate form, that is not the case with this feline. Her muzzle is strong and prominent alike the rest of her features, making her eyes appear to sit further back into her skull. Her eyes are sharpened at the edges, like a slanted, calculating glare unlike her personality. They are full of depth, similar to the rocking ocean with many secrets lying beneath.
Broad overall in stature, Roseclaw remains average in height compared to the other cats of her clan. Though it cannot be evidenced by her crippled back right leg, she remains muscular in the other parts of her body. As a young warrior, she was defined and athletic, remaining elite alongside the others. Her tail plumes tall behind her, though it has slightly wilted along with her permanent injury.
Pelt
Roseclaw's pelt is much longer than the rest of her offspring. Perfect for cold months, it is soft to the touch and rather wiry. It is an overall pale cream base accented by brown shaded points such as her legs, tail, and face, creating balanced shadows overall. The T zone of her face is accentuated by darker brown shading and a broad stripe up her forehead, with the color matching the shell of her ears. Her coat can often become matted if it is not cared for, especially towards her back half considering her impairment. Across her right shoulder, a large scar can be found.
Face
Roseclaw's face is a mixture of narrow and round, with a broad muzzle up front. Though round is typically a delicate form, that is not the case with this feline. Her muzzle is strong and prominent alike the rest of her features, making her eyes appear to sit further back into her skull. Her eyes are sharpened at the edges, like a slanted, calculating glare unlike her personality. They are full of depth, similar to the rocking ocean with many secrets lying beneath.
Personality
+ Selfless
Truly, Roseclaw is one of the most selfless cats to boot. In the eye of the storm, she will run to those who need her aid without so much as a question of where. It was truly a reckless behavior in the past, but being crippled now she only often can help those who need her in the elders' den as best she can.
+ Dedicated
In her young age and even now, Roseclaw remains determined to do the work that she is able to do and to do it efficiently. It has always been a constant saying in her life that no matter what the case, you always work until you drop. Unfortunately for her, she took that quite literally.
+ Forgiving
Quite the nice one, Roseclaw easily forgives those that have wronged her. It is fitting for her, being so selfless, that she would also likely apologize if someone stepped on her. She understands other ways of life exist, and it would be wrong for her to assume otherwise. Everyone deserves a second chance if the deed isn't heinous.
= Determined
Being a dedicated cat to her previous work, she often tried during her recovery to return to her duties. While she knows when it is time to give up and retreat, she is also rather stubborn in hindsight. This made for quite the trouble with the medicine cat after her crippling.
= Maternal
As a mother, it is easy for her to fall into the pattern of a comforting and nosy mother. She is always considerate and cautious towards those around her, as she remembers what it was like to care for helpless, small kits. She often sees the weaker as such, though somehow that excludes herself.
- Delicate
Unfortunate to her, Roseclaw has become vulnerable both physically and emotionally. She took quite the hit to her insecurities after the crippling that occurred in her young age, and it made her quite sensitive to the prospect that she would no longer be like everyone else.
- Paranoid
True to her maternal nature, Roseclaw remains often paranoid about every possible scenario going wrong. It is often the bane of her existence to remain worried about her family and friends, though she does not fight it. Instead, she remains anxiously awake in wait of her children to come visit her and tell her they're alright.
- Strong willed
Much like her stubbornness and determination, Roseclaw is nothing short of headstrong. She is determined to do exactly as she set out to do, with or without her impairment. Whenever a fight arises, it is difficult to keep this feline out of the fray even though she knows absolutely better than to get involved.
Truly, Roseclaw is one of the most selfless cats to boot. In the eye of the storm, she will run to those who need her aid without so much as a question of where. It was truly a reckless behavior in the past, but being crippled now she only often can help those who need her in the elders' den as best she can.
+ Dedicated
In her young age and even now, Roseclaw remains determined to do the work that she is able to do and to do it efficiently. It has always been a constant saying in her life that no matter what the case, you always work until you drop. Unfortunately for her, she took that quite literally.
+ Forgiving
Quite the nice one, Roseclaw easily forgives those that have wronged her. It is fitting for her, being so selfless, that she would also likely apologize if someone stepped on her. She understands other ways of life exist, and it would be wrong for her to assume otherwise. Everyone deserves a second chance if the deed isn't heinous.
= Determined
Being a dedicated cat to her previous work, she often tried during her recovery to return to her duties. While she knows when it is time to give up and retreat, she is also rather stubborn in hindsight. This made for quite the trouble with the medicine cat after her crippling.
= Maternal
As a mother, it is easy for her to fall into the pattern of a comforting and nosy mother. She is always considerate and cautious towards those around her, as she remembers what it was like to care for helpless, small kits. She often sees the weaker as such, though somehow that excludes herself.
- Delicate
Unfortunate to her, Roseclaw has become vulnerable both physically and emotionally. She took quite the hit to her insecurities after the crippling that occurred in her young age, and it made her quite sensitive to the prospect that she would no longer be like everyone else.
- Paranoid
True to her maternal nature, Roseclaw remains often paranoid about every possible scenario going wrong. It is often the bane of her existence to remain worried about her family and friends, though she does not fight it. Instead, she remains anxiously awake in wait of her children to come visit her and tell her they're alright.
- Strong willed
Much like her stubbornness and determination, Roseclaw is nothing short of headstrong. She is determined to do exactly as she set out to do, with or without her impairment. Whenever a fight arises, it is difficult to keep this feline out of the fray even though she knows absolutely better than to get involved.
History
Rosekit
Rosekit came into the world blind and searching for her mother's warm. It would be days until her eyes would open, but she had known right away that she hadn't been alone at the sound of her mother's delicate purr. She was born to two happy and headstrong cats of Thistleclan alongside three other siblings. Unfortunately for their family, the rest had suffered early on, and she was left in her late kithood with one living brother, Lilackit.
He was of the more vulnerable kind, wearing his emotions on his sleeve from the beginning and only sticking around her throughout their kithood. Her parents maintained consistency in their lives, with careful consideration and protectiveness. She often found them overbearing in their attempts to shield them from dangerous opportunities, but her brother didn't seem to think so. In fact, he'd liked their overpowering nature. It had made him feel safer, which Rosekit could understand to an extent. She was unlike him; she didn't want to be shielded from the world.
Rosepaw
Her determination became evident the moment she became apprenticed. Her mentor paralleled her in theory, though she held a softer touch. Gingerstrike was, like her name, powerful physically; however, vulnerable emotionally. It was a desired balance that Rosepaw had desperately wanted to find in her lifetime. Gingerstrike had been able to smooth her out during her training, balancing her devotion with something similar to peacefulness. Though her emotions still remained strong, her will became stronger.
It was during the end of her apprenticeship that she'd gotten close to Blackpaw. He had been one of her acquaintances during training, something she had plenty of, but she'd only had a few close friends throughout. This time it was different. There was... More to their relationship.
"C'mon, it'll be fun!" A sigh had left the young cat's lips, and she'd only rolled her eyes in his direction as she sat patching the nursery next to him. "You know we're not allowed to go out by ourselves, Blackpaw. I don't wanna get caught and have my tests delayed." He'd bumped into her shoulder then, nudging her teasingly with his paw.
Unbeknownst to her, he'd slipped his tail around her side where it settled up around her shoulder. "I know Rosepaw isn't denying my invitation. It'll be really quick, just out for tonight! I'd have you back before dawn."
The seal-point feline had shoved him away with an irritated huff, her tail fluffed to its fullest capacity. "Do you have bees in your head? I said I don't want to." Something in the back of her mind had wanted to say yes, but Rosepaw being Rosepaw, she didn't want to offset her chances. This didn't satisfy Blackpaw, of course, and he'd only popped her on the nose with a soft paw. "I don't believe you! Besides, if you really don't like it, we'll just come back. Please?"
A heavy sigh finally left her lips after several moments of thinking, and she knew Lilacpaw would have her tail if he knew what she was thinking. "Fine." "Yes!" The other cat had gone bouncing around in his little circle, and Rosepaw shot a paw up to his mouth to silence him with an irate glare.
"If we get caught, you're dead." A paw came up to settle hers back to the ground as the younger tom leaned in, and he grinned from ear to ear. "We won't get caught. I promise." Something had stirred in her heart then, but she hadn't paid it much attention.
True to his word, they snuck out at sunset. "It's not that far away; we'll be there pretty soon." During the entirety of their walk, he'd been bumping gently into her side, and she couldn't help but hold her breath every single time his fur invaded her space. It wasn't cold enough yet in the year for her to be chilled beneath her thicker fur, but he appeared to be slightly chilled. With it being the beginning of leaf-bare, it only felt right to step closer to him and offer warmth. They would only be out for a short while.
By the time he'd guided her up the tall tree that sat in an openly lush clearing, stars had littered the sky with iridescent lights. Lights that she'd always stared at in wonder. Perhaps he knew that she enjoyed looking at the sky, following its patterns... They'd settled quite high up in the tree, but he'd sat up higher. He was slightly smaller than her in stature, which left him able to stand out further on the tree.
"Do you like it?" It was... Something had clicked inside of her chest at the sight of his elated delight in the scenery. He melted into the brilliance of the background, but he stood out at the same time.
Ocean blue irises focused on him just for a moment, and she felt speechless. Her mouth fell agape in the time he'd asked to the time he'd dropped down before her, close enough for his whiskers to touch her muzzle.
She blinked, then offered a shaken smile before turning away. "I love it... We should- we should go home now, don't you think?" She watched his expression change then, but he was quick to uphold a new smile. Perhaps something hopeful. "Yeah! Yeah, let's go. We can come here anytime we want, right?" "... Right."
Roseclaw
It wasn't a surprise when Blacktail asked to be her mate. He'd taken her out to their spot a few moons after their warrior ceremony the way he usually did, but it had been different. He had been hilariously nervous, his stiffening muscles notable every time she'd brush into him. Her tail would tap into his, and he'd begin rattling off some joke he'd caught up with.
When they'd made it to their peaceful spot amidst the tree that still stood tall, he'd taken a deep inhale. "Will you-" "Yes." She'd taken him by suprise with an impish smirk taking over her features, and the young warrior only watched him stutter nervously. "Y-yeah? A-are y-you sure? B-because, I understand if it's a n-no, I'm a lot to deal with-" She'd placed her paw gently over his muzzle with an air of light teasing, her eyes rolling softly in amusement. "You're just enough for me, Blacktail."
At a young age, Roseclaw and Blacktail welcomed three new kits into the world. It was earlier than most had expected, but the young queen wouldn't have had it any other way. They were small, delicate, gentle.... And loud. Though the she-cat was rightfully exhausted, she finally was able to relax and catch her breath. Blacktail had been a nervous wreck the entire time internally; she could tell quite easily. Though he'd held a calm and reassuring exterior, he would be a nervous father. That was alright with her. Lilacshine had tended to her alongside Blacktail, and her parents had arrived later. It was... Peaceful.
The following morning, her mate returned to her. They'd been hesitant to think about names prior to the birth, considering they'd have no idea how they would turn out until they were born. It had worried her enough, so they'd waited. Now, it would be time. They had all the time in the world for their little family, and it made Roseclaw's chest beat. They'd both come up with Honeykit and Crowkit, but at her mate's idea of naming the third Loudkit, an ominous surprise shocked her.
Blacktail left then for war, and he did not return. Something inside of her collapsed as she accompanied her brother and parents for the burial, only few in attendance. Their close family buried him, but it was difficult to see. His parents had to bury him. They had to bury their child. A heavy wave brought her to the floor as they left her then, and the silence was deafening. Lilacshine departed with a gentle tail slipping from her shoulder.
What would she do now without Blacktail? How would she care for their new litter? The only litter she'd ever had, and she was so young...
It was after a long moment of silence for her deceased mate that she reminder herself of her kits back home. Her skull remained dipped for a moment, her teeth clicking together in thought as she blinked reminiscent tears away, before she finally straightened her head up on her shoulders. The molly choked back her tears, cleared her throat, and set her expression to one of determination. Her children may not have a father, but they would have her.
Upon returning to their camp, the queen dared not to let her head fall as she crossed the clearing, making her way slowly into the nursery. Her newborns were there, curled together in a cluster of fur, and Roseclaw frowned at her still unnamed kit. “I think we should name him Loudkit, he makes such a fuss!” The words made her heart ache, though it did ache with pride, and she allowed the softest of smiles to grace her lips.
"Loudkit you will be."
Roseclaw watched her children go with attentive precaution. While she wanted to protect them forever from the dangers of the outside world, she knew better than to consider being anything more than apprehensive. The world was full of dangers, yes, but the warrior wanted them to be able to protect themselves. Independence was always an important trait to uphold, but she knew if they came running back she would be there. It was all she could do.
Crowkit especially was found to be at her side most often, while her rowdier kits could be found outside. He was surprisingly an emotional one from what she could see, which often left a soft spot in her heart. He reminder her of her brother.
Loudkit was more outgoing it seemed, steering away from her side, and she could only worry for his ambitious consistency. He would be one she would keep a close eye on, even if just for a bit longer.
Honeykit had taken quite an obsession to the idea of being a medicine cat, which Roseclaw often found endearing. Her sole daughter was headstrong and optimistic, though her mind seemed to constantly venture before her current steps. Rose would always attempt to ground her to the current. After all, she wanted them all to enjoy their kithood.
Once they became apprenticed, Roseclaw had to learn how to spend her time away from them. It was lonelier than she wanted to admit, though she continued to keep up with her duties.
Nearing the eve of the end of their apprenticeship, Roseclaw was growing nervous. There was a delicate void between Crowpaw and Loudpaw, that much could be said, and the latter had always been prideful in his own skills. Maybe too prideful. He'd never been one to back down from any challenges in the time she had raised him, and while it was always endearing to see him confident, she worried for him.
The same could have been said for the rest. Honeypaw was always optimistic, but she did seem drained at the end of the day. It had always made Roseclaw worried for her, in a way. She was worried her daughter was attempting to remain optimistic even when it would hurt her inside.
Crowpaw had seemed to finally start to branch out and create new friendships, which Roseclaw was undoubtedly proud of. But, she had seen the void grow between him and his brother, and she couldn't understand how to go about trying to fix it. She wasn't sure she could fix it. It was all she'd wanted; her family to be together and happy.
It didn't always happen that way.
She'd caught wind of Honeypaw's spat and Crowpaw's challenge, and she knew that Loudpaw would take it seriously. Her heart had fallen when she'd heard it, though she knew that Crowpaw had felt unsuccessful compared to his brother. Loudpaw was certainly prideful, and Crowpaw knew that. A sigh left her lips, but she'd followed her clan-mates out for the patrol as she normally would.
As the next morning came, Roseclaw was on high alert as her kits left for their assignements. They would be hunting as they had spoken of the day prior, and that meant that Crowpaw's dare would come into play. She could only sit nervously outside of the warriors' den, waiting for those that needed to leave before she would slip out of camp.
She'd found him in the bear's cave much too late, and she'd held her breath. Then he pulled out its fur, and the bear awoke with a bellowing roar. Her eyes widened. "Loudpaw! Run!" The events following happened in a blur, but it went all the same. Something so familiar to her, yet something that made her legs shake with effort.
She wasn't as agile as Loudpaw was, not like she used to be. She used to be able to fly up the trees like a soaring eagle, and sometimes it had felt like she had wings. She was flying this time, but it wasn't for the right reasons. The bear's large paw had made contact with her body that paled in comparison, the claws running deep at her shoulder. The warrior lurched sideways, flung into the crevice next to the tree. It was a painful landing, though maybe it was her saving grace. The bear couldn't get her here.
It wasn't her that she was worried about though. It was Loudpaw.
It had gone silent. The she-cat waited with shallow, baited breaths as her son finally found her in the depths, where he pulled her out. Her weight settled heavily on his back, she was sure of it, but she couldn't think to care of it for now. Something in her leg felt... Wrong. Every step he took was a shock of pain that zipped from her right hind leg to the rest of her body, and she could only grit her teeth harder.
Her warrior days had come to an early end. The medicine cat couldn't work with the damage in her leg; it was unrepairable. It had been broken at the hip for sure; if it had been only her leg or even her ankle, maybe she would've been able to continue. As her children became warriors, she was cast to the elders' den. Many thought that she had regretted her actions, but she'd never regret following her son. Not ever.
Rosekit came into the world blind and searching for her mother's warm. It would be days until her eyes would open, but she had known right away that she hadn't been alone at the sound of her mother's delicate purr. She was born to two happy and headstrong cats of Thistleclan alongside three other siblings. Unfortunately for their family, the rest had suffered early on, and she was left in her late kithood with one living brother, Lilackit.
He was of the more vulnerable kind, wearing his emotions on his sleeve from the beginning and only sticking around her throughout their kithood. Her parents maintained consistency in their lives, with careful consideration and protectiveness. She often found them overbearing in their attempts to shield them from dangerous opportunities, but her brother didn't seem to think so. In fact, he'd liked their overpowering nature. It had made him feel safer, which Rosekit could understand to an extent. She was unlike him; she didn't want to be shielded from the world.
Rosepaw
Her determination became evident the moment she became apprenticed. Her mentor paralleled her in theory, though she held a softer touch. Gingerstrike was, like her name, powerful physically; however, vulnerable emotionally. It was a desired balance that Rosepaw had desperately wanted to find in her lifetime. Gingerstrike had been able to smooth her out during her training, balancing her devotion with something similar to peacefulness. Though her emotions still remained strong, her will became stronger.
It was during the end of her apprenticeship that she'd gotten close to Blackpaw. He had been one of her acquaintances during training, something she had plenty of, but she'd only had a few close friends throughout. This time it was different. There was... More to their relationship.
"C'mon, it'll be fun!" A sigh had left the young cat's lips, and she'd only rolled her eyes in his direction as she sat patching the nursery next to him. "You know we're not allowed to go out by ourselves, Blackpaw. I don't wanna get caught and have my tests delayed." He'd bumped into her shoulder then, nudging her teasingly with his paw.
Unbeknownst to her, he'd slipped his tail around her side where it settled up around her shoulder. "I know Rosepaw isn't denying my invitation. It'll be really quick, just out for tonight! I'd have you back before dawn."
The seal-point feline had shoved him away with an irritated huff, her tail fluffed to its fullest capacity. "Do you have bees in your head? I said I don't want to." Something in the back of her mind had wanted to say yes, but Rosepaw being Rosepaw, she didn't want to offset her chances. This didn't satisfy Blackpaw, of course, and he'd only popped her on the nose with a soft paw. "I don't believe you! Besides, if you really don't like it, we'll just come back. Please?"
A heavy sigh finally left her lips after several moments of thinking, and she knew Lilacpaw would have her tail if he knew what she was thinking. "Fine." "Yes!" The other cat had gone bouncing around in his little circle, and Rosepaw shot a paw up to his mouth to silence him with an irate glare.
"If we get caught, you're dead." A paw came up to settle hers back to the ground as the younger tom leaned in, and he grinned from ear to ear. "We won't get caught. I promise." Something had stirred in her heart then, but she hadn't paid it much attention.
True to his word, they snuck out at sunset. "It's not that far away; we'll be there pretty soon." During the entirety of their walk, he'd been bumping gently into her side, and she couldn't help but hold her breath every single time his fur invaded her space. It wasn't cold enough yet in the year for her to be chilled beneath her thicker fur, but he appeared to be slightly chilled. With it being the beginning of leaf-bare, it only felt right to step closer to him and offer warmth. They would only be out for a short while.
By the time he'd guided her up the tall tree that sat in an openly lush clearing, stars had littered the sky with iridescent lights. Lights that she'd always stared at in wonder. Perhaps he knew that she enjoyed looking at the sky, following its patterns... They'd settled quite high up in the tree, but he'd sat up higher. He was slightly smaller than her in stature, which left him able to stand out further on the tree.
"Do you like it?" It was... Something had clicked inside of her chest at the sight of his elated delight in the scenery. He melted into the brilliance of the background, but he stood out at the same time.
Ocean blue irises focused on him just for a moment, and she felt speechless. Her mouth fell agape in the time he'd asked to the time he'd dropped down before her, close enough for his whiskers to touch her muzzle.
She blinked, then offered a shaken smile before turning away. "I love it... We should- we should go home now, don't you think?" She watched his expression change then, but he was quick to uphold a new smile. Perhaps something hopeful. "Yeah! Yeah, let's go. We can come here anytime we want, right?" "... Right."
Roseclaw
It wasn't a surprise when Blacktail asked to be her mate. He'd taken her out to their spot a few moons after their warrior ceremony the way he usually did, but it had been different. He had been hilariously nervous, his stiffening muscles notable every time she'd brush into him. Her tail would tap into his, and he'd begin rattling off some joke he'd caught up with.
When they'd made it to their peaceful spot amidst the tree that still stood tall, he'd taken a deep inhale. "Will you-" "Yes." She'd taken him by suprise with an impish smirk taking over her features, and the young warrior only watched him stutter nervously. "Y-yeah? A-are y-you sure? B-because, I understand if it's a n-no, I'm a lot to deal with-" She'd placed her paw gently over his muzzle with an air of light teasing, her eyes rolling softly in amusement. "You're just enough for me, Blacktail."
At a young age, Roseclaw and Blacktail welcomed three new kits into the world. It was earlier than most had expected, but the young queen wouldn't have had it any other way. They were small, delicate, gentle.... And loud. Though the she-cat was rightfully exhausted, she finally was able to relax and catch her breath. Blacktail had been a nervous wreck the entire time internally; she could tell quite easily. Though he'd held a calm and reassuring exterior, he would be a nervous father. That was alright with her. Lilacshine had tended to her alongside Blacktail, and her parents had arrived later. It was... Peaceful.
The following morning, her mate returned to her. They'd been hesitant to think about names prior to the birth, considering they'd have no idea how they would turn out until they were born. It had worried her enough, so they'd waited. Now, it would be time. They had all the time in the world for their little family, and it made Roseclaw's chest beat. They'd both come up with Honeykit and Crowkit, but at her mate's idea of naming the third Loudkit, an ominous surprise shocked her.
Blacktail left then for war, and he did not return. Something inside of her collapsed as she accompanied her brother and parents for the burial, only few in attendance. Their close family buried him, but it was difficult to see. His parents had to bury him. They had to bury their child. A heavy wave brought her to the floor as they left her then, and the silence was deafening. Lilacshine departed with a gentle tail slipping from her shoulder.
What would she do now without Blacktail? How would she care for their new litter? The only litter she'd ever had, and she was so young...
It was after a long moment of silence for her deceased mate that she reminder herself of her kits back home. Her skull remained dipped for a moment, her teeth clicking together in thought as she blinked reminiscent tears away, before she finally straightened her head up on her shoulders. The molly choked back her tears, cleared her throat, and set her expression to one of determination. Her children may not have a father, but they would have her.
Upon returning to their camp, the queen dared not to let her head fall as she crossed the clearing, making her way slowly into the nursery. Her newborns were there, curled together in a cluster of fur, and Roseclaw frowned at her still unnamed kit. “I think we should name him Loudkit, he makes such a fuss!” The words made her heart ache, though it did ache with pride, and she allowed the softest of smiles to grace her lips.
"Loudkit you will be."
Roseclaw watched her children go with attentive precaution. While she wanted to protect them forever from the dangers of the outside world, she knew better than to consider being anything more than apprehensive. The world was full of dangers, yes, but the warrior wanted them to be able to protect themselves. Independence was always an important trait to uphold, but she knew if they came running back she would be there. It was all she could do.
Crowkit especially was found to be at her side most often, while her rowdier kits could be found outside. He was surprisingly an emotional one from what she could see, which often left a soft spot in her heart. He reminder her of her brother.
Loudkit was more outgoing it seemed, steering away from her side, and she could only worry for his ambitious consistency. He would be one she would keep a close eye on, even if just for a bit longer.
Honeykit had taken quite an obsession to the idea of being a medicine cat, which Roseclaw often found endearing. Her sole daughter was headstrong and optimistic, though her mind seemed to constantly venture before her current steps. Rose would always attempt to ground her to the current. After all, she wanted them all to enjoy their kithood.
Once they became apprenticed, Roseclaw had to learn how to spend her time away from them. It was lonelier than she wanted to admit, though she continued to keep up with her duties.
Nearing the eve of the end of their apprenticeship, Roseclaw was growing nervous. There was a delicate void between Crowpaw and Loudpaw, that much could be said, and the latter had always been prideful in his own skills. Maybe too prideful. He'd never been one to back down from any challenges in the time she had raised him, and while it was always endearing to see him confident, she worried for him.
The same could have been said for the rest. Honeypaw was always optimistic, but she did seem drained at the end of the day. It had always made Roseclaw worried for her, in a way. She was worried her daughter was attempting to remain optimistic even when it would hurt her inside.
Crowpaw had seemed to finally start to branch out and create new friendships, which Roseclaw was undoubtedly proud of. But, she had seen the void grow between him and his brother, and she couldn't understand how to go about trying to fix it. She wasn't sure she could fix it. It was all she'd wanted; her family to be together and happy.
It didn't always happen that way.
She'd caught wind of Honeypaw's spat and Crowpaw's challenge, and she knew that Loudpaw would take it seriously. Her heart had fallen when she'd heard it, though she knew that Crowpaw had felt unsuccessful compared to his brother. Loudpaw was certainly prideful, and Crowpaw knew that. A sigh left her lips, but she'd followed her clan-mates out for the patrol as she normally would.
As the next morning came, Roseclaw was on high alert as her kits left for their assignements. They would be hunting as they had spoken of the day prior, and that meant that Crowpaw's dare would come into play. She could only sit nervously outside of the warriors' den, waiting for those that needed to leave before she would slip out of camp.
She'd found him in the bear's cave much too late, and she'd held her breath. Then he pulled out its fur, and the bear awoke with a bellowing roar. Her eyes widened. "Loudpaw! Run!" The events following happened in a blur, but it went all the same. Something so familiar to her, yet something that made her legs shake with effort.
She wasn't as agile as Loudpaw was, not like she used to be. She used to be able to fly up the trees like a soaring eagle, and sometimes it had felt like she had wings. She was flying this time, but it wasn't for the right reasons. The bear's large paw had made contact with her body that paled in comparison, the claws running deep at her shoulder. The warrior lurched sideways, flung into the crevice next to the tree. It was a painful landing, though maybe it was her saving grace. The bear couldn't get her here.
It wasn't her that she was worried about though. It was Loudpaw.
It had gone silent. The she-cat waited with shallow, baited breaths as her son finally found her in the depths, where he pulled her out. Her weight settled heavily on his back, she was sure of it, but she couldn't think to care of it for now. Something in her leg felt... Wrong. Every step he took was a shock of pain that zipped from her right hind leg to the rest of her body, and she could only grit her teeth harder.
Her warrior days had come to an early end. The medicine cat couldn't work with the damage in her leg; it was unrepairable. It had been broken at the hip for sure; if it had been only her leg or even her ankle, maybe she would've been able to continue. As her children became warriors, she was cast to the elders' den. Many thought that she had regretted her actions, but she'd never regret following her son. Not ever.
