Emberscorch

LichenClan

A small, battle scarred bright ginger tabby she cat with green eyes and white markings

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Emberscorch is a small cat, standing at 7.5”, but what she lacks in size, she makes up in attitude. She’s not small enough to be mistaken for an apprentice, however, she is smaller than the average warrior. With a petite and graceful looking build, one would make the assumption that she stay out of battles or at least go for new apprentices.

In fact, the complete opposite is true.

Emberscorch is an absolute powerhouse of a cat. Using her small size to her advantage, she ducks and weaves her way around warriors to deliver serious, and often uncalled for injuries. She has absolutely no issue taking someone’s eye, and with her size and speed, she can get in and out quickly.

Her lithe build allows her to be incredibly quick on her paws and due to this, she is extremely agile in pretty much every way you can imagine. She can leap from areas that a larger cat cannot.

Her method of fighting however, does have its drawbacks. The easiest way to see that are the scars that litter her pelt. With short, yet thick fur, it is a bit hard to see most of her scars through her bright ginger tabby pelt, but they can be seen.

Her white paws, white chest, underbelly, tail tip, and muzzle stand out starkly against her pelt. They also make it so it’s incredibly easy to see the blood on her.

As for her scars, they are practically everywhere on her body. She has a trio of claw marks that go across her muzzle, a long scar down her right side, a split right ear, a nice trio of scratch marks on her chest, some scars on her rump, a scar on her left cheek, a scar directly over her left eye, and a very large scar that goes between her shoulder blades before continuing down her left shoulder and leg, ending above her left elbow.

Surprisingly, none of her scars were deep enough to cause any permanent issues. Sure, they’ll occasionally ache in the cold, but other than that, she has no issue walking or jumping.

What does cause her the occasional problem is the kink in her tail. While rare, it can occasionally cause her to be off balance. She is extremely good at correcting it however. She’s lived for a little over twelve seasons with it after all.

With a boxy muzzle that houses larger than average teeth, Emberscorch has quite the bite. However, it can be hard to tell how big her muzzle is, as her large, green-yellow, almond shaped eyes can throw proportions out of wack.

She is missing her right eye and her right ear, and her front left paw has been mangled.

+ Quick Thinker- With her multiple seasons of battle experience, has come intelligence. As such, she is an incredibly competent battler. Able to decide in a split second where and when she should strike, she’s an exceptionally talented battler. This can also translate to hunting. While not as good at hunting, she’s pretty good at it. What it proves to not be helpful in, is speaking.

+ Brave- Alongside her quick thinking, Emberscorch is extremely brave as well. She will not hesitate to throw herself into a fight against something akin to a fox or badger. Luckily, her fighting prowess tends to get her out of those binds, but she is willing to stand up to anyone besides StarClan for her beliefs. Well, for the warrior code. She follows the code practically to the letter.

- Battle hungry- Emberscorch loves battles. In fact, she loves battles so much that she has absolutely no problem starting them. She lives for the thrill of the battle, and has little to no regard as to who else is hurt. As long as she gets to feel her claws dig into the flesh of an enemy, she’s content. After all, all the other clans are sinners who will burn in the dark forest anyways. Why not make their life as painful as possible?


- Devout- Emberscorch is exceptionally devout, to the point where she will go off on people who do much as say something slightly negative about StarClan. While not the most devout cat in the clan, she is up there. She truly believes that StarClan is the most important thing ever, and is willing to go to extreme lengths to make sure everyone else knows it too.

- Hateful- Emberscorch is a hateful cat. She hates a lot of things and cats, and she’s not afraid of making that known. In particular, she despises anyone outside of her clan. More than the average cat does in fact. Her anger really has no root, although it did get much worse after her ex mate cheated on her. It’s really easy to get on her bad side.

- Distrustful- Emberscorch doesn’t trust many cats. That ability to trust was shattered ages ago. She really only trusts herself an a few other cats.

Looking at Emberscorch’s kithood alone, it’s hard to see just how she became so angry and spiteful.

Emberkit was the eldest of a litter of five. With three sisters- Windkit (light cream tabby she cat), Stormkit (dark black and ginger tortie), and Mistkit (dilute tortie), and one brother- Snowkit (white and cream patched tom), she always had someone to play with. She was happy and bubbly most of the time, just enjoying her life.

Of course, that was until they were four moons old and Mistkit went missing.

Emberkit and her siblings had been sleeping when Mistkit must’ve decided to go and try to sneak out of camp. Somehow, she succeeded, but before she had gone too far, she was spotted by a fox.

All they found of her was some fur that had been snagged on a branch.

That was the first crack that started to form in her heart. She started to become more subdued, and was crankier than she had been before. She would occasionally lash out, but that was it.

Sadly, she wasn’t done with tragedies. A moon after Mistkit had been killed, Emberkit’s mother fell sick. No one could really figure out what was wrong with her. No herbs would help.

Emberkit had no real idea as to who her father was. He was a LichenClan cat, but she never saw anyone come to visit her mother. Around the time of their apprentice ceremony, she asked her mother about this. Her mother just said that he wasn’t worth Emberkit’s time. That he was a lying cheater and that she hoped that Emberkit would never have to deal with someone like that.

Her apprentice ceremony came and went, and she was apprenticed to Whitefern (Egotistic )

A moon after her apprentice ceremony, her mother died. Emberpaw was devastated by her mother’s death, and the cracks in her heart grew a little more. She began to become even angrier, snapping at a lot of cats and started leaning on her mentor quite a bit. Her mentor, of course, took full advantage of this.

A few weeks passed and she became more distant. Sure she had her siblings, but that was it. No on really seemed to want to be her friend, and she didn’t really mind it. There was one cat who kept trying to talk to her, but she ignored him until Windpaw told her she should talk to him.

The she cat reluctantly agreed, and that day she went over and talked to Newtpaw. He was a beautiful, dark brown tabby tom with a charming smile and a soothing voice. She fell in love almost immediately.

The pair hit it off immediately, growing extremely close extremely fast. With Newtpaw, Emberpaw felt safe. He promised he’d protect her, and she believed him.

Sadly, a moon after their romance started to blossom, a boarder skirmish between LichenClan and some rogues broke out. Windpaw and Snowpaw were on the patrol that was attacked. Snowpaw was killed almost immediately, as the tom had jumped into the fray without warning. When Windpaw went to rescue her brother, she too was killed.

The cracks in her heart grew even more.

No one explained to Emberpaw what had really happened during that event, and she didn’t want to know. However, this was the start of her absolute hatred of other clans.

With only one family member left, Emberpaw began to become bitter and isolated, something Whitefern’s mentoring cultivated into outright hatred. The only two cats that could bring out that sunny bubbly cat she used to be were Stormpaw and Newtpaw. She was short tempered and sarcastic to absolutely everyone else, but those two were there for her. In fact, so was Dustypaw, Newtpaw’s friend. Someone who eventually became Emberpaw’s friend as well.

As the moons passed and the group grew, Newtpaw and Emberpaw became closer and closer. By the time Newtpaw became a warrior, Emberpaw was convinced the pair would be mates. In fact, she was so convinced that they’d be mates that she decided that, for her assessment, she would try to catch a squirrel for Newtclaw.

Sadly, this turned out to be a horrible idea.

Emberpaw and Stormpaw were sent out hunting. It started out fine, with the pair catching a nice little pile of prey. However, Emberpaw hadn’t caught a squirrel yet.

Explaining to Stormpaw what she wanted to do, her sister eagerly agreed to keep an eye out for a squirrel. Emberpaw managed to spot one perched on top of some boulders, which she quickly decided to chase. Stormpaw on the other paw opted to say on the ground and look for some mice near some other boulders.

The catch itself was easy, with Emberpaw quickly dispatching of the squirrel before bowing her head to thank StarClan. The second she started to close her eyes, she heard a cracking sound.

Eyes shooting open, the ember colored she cat stared in horror as she saw her sister looking up as some crumbling rocks.

Squirrel completely forgotten, the she cat leapt off her group of boulders in an attempt to get to Stormpaw. She got a tail-length from her sister before everything collapsed. A rock slammed into her, knocking her out.

When she awoke, she was in the medicine cat den. Stormpaw was not.

It turns out that, during their hunt, they had found a patch of somewhat unstable rocks. While Emberpaw had picked the more stable group, Stormpaw had picked an unstable group and had dislodged a rock that supported the rest of the group. When Emberpaw went to go help her sister, she had shifted a supporting rock herself, and it caused her group to collapse as well.

Stormpaw was crushed to death, where as Emberpaw had just been knocked out. A rock had also fallen onto her tail, breaking it. It never ended up healing correctly, creating a kink in her tail.

Her heart was nearly completely broken at this point, and her bitterness grew. Held back from receiving a warrior name until she healed fully, the she cat would snap at everyone. Newtclaw was the only cat that stood by her.

Her recovery took a bit, as she had to adapt to balancing with a kinked tail, plus she kept getting involved in fights which would leave her in the medicine cat den.

Eventually, she was given another assessment, which she passed with flying colors. At sixteen moons, the she cat was given the name Emberscorch, her suffix in dedication to her scorching personality and her prowess in battle.

Almost immediately, the she cat was approached by Newtclaw. Before her vigil, the pair were mates.

Her vigil itself was rather standard. She admitted to being angry at the world and sometimes wondering why StarClan does what they do, but by the next morning, everything was normal. She had gotten though it without any issue.

She and Newtclaw were happy as mates. They did practically everything together. Hunting, sleeping, eating, fighting... everything. During the same time, Emberscorch started becoming more and more violent. She’d purposefully start fights and would jump into fights without any reason to. She would insult others and drive them away, still angry at the world to the point where she would snap at anyone and everyone.

This violence would lead to Newtclaw starting to spend less and time with her. She didn’t mind all that much, as she was putting a lot of time into fighting, but she did eventually notice it. Approaching her mate, the she cats asked if anything was wrong, but was told that everything was fine. So, not knowing any better, she believed him.

Moons passed and Newtclaw started going hunting with his friend Dustyleap more often. Emberscorch was jealous, but she never really did anything. After all, the pair were friends. She didn’t want to come between that! So she just sat there and ignored it. After all, there was no real reason for her to worry.

One day, when she was about twenty six moons, the ginger she cat woke up feeling sick. So, she went to the medicine den. Much to her utter amazement, she was pregnant. For the first time in moons, she was a sunny, bubbly cat again.

Eager to tell Newtclaw, she sat and waited in camp. And waited. And waited.

Moonhigh rolled around and, now worried about her mate, she went to go find him. His track was fairly easy to find, so she followed it, relaxing slightly as she realized that he must’ve lost track of time while hunting.

She quickly found him in their favorite spot, and was about to go up and call his name when Dustyleap appeared. To Emberscorch’s utter horror, Newtclaw leaned over and licked his muzzle.

Emberscorch could feel her heart shatter as she watched Dustyleap return the gesture and the two curled around each other. Newtclaw had been cheating on her. He hadn’t been truthful to her at all.

Anger and sorrow clouded her vision as she leapt at the pair, barely missing her mate. Ears pinned to her head, the she cat started spitting insults at them. She aimed a swipe at her ex mate’s face, missing him by a whisker length. Then she turned and ran.

She ran all the way back to her den before collapsing into her nest and sobbing. She cried herself to sleep that night, heart now cracked to the point where it was barely hanging together.

Newtclaw and Dustyleap never returned.

Heartbroken, Emberscorch stayed in her nest and cried for a few days. Her mate, the tom that had stood by her all these moons, the cat who had been her shoulder to cry on when Stormpaw, Windpaw, and Snowpaw had died, had cheated on her with a tom she considered a friend. While she was pregnant no less! She was absolutely miserable. Everyone had abandoned her. Her mentor was too busy fawning over her new kit to pay attention to her, her friend and mate had seemingly run off together, and her family was dead.

However, one day, the she cat woke up and looked at her stomach. Her flanks were only slightly swollen, the first signs of pregnancy were only just starting to show. So, narrowing her eyes, the harsh she cat stared at her stomach.

She would raise these kits to be nothing like their father. In fact, she would raise them so that, if they ever saw that cheating fox heart, they’d attack him. She would tell these kits how awful toms were and that they couldn’t trust any tom that wasn’t their brother.

Half a moon later, she woke up to her nest soaked in blood and other fluids and a horrible cramping in her stomach. She had lost the litter.

Her heart finally shattered to the point where it was beyond repair.

From that day on, the she cat vowed that she would focus solely on the clan and StarClan. Building relationships with others just led to heartache. That cold, cruel personality that had been cultivating since her mother’s death had taken over.

She’d throw herself into battle after battle, eventually using the thrill of the fight to ignore the loneliness she felt. She became extremely busy, practically forcing herself on every patrol in a twisted attempt to get stronger. She grew to believe that emotions were a sign of weakness, and the only way she could become strong was to fight everyone until she eventually stopped feeling.

All the ember colored she cat wants now, is to help make LichenClan strong.