Post by Silverfire on Nov 25, 2020 19:02:13 GMT -6
Emberscorch
LichenClan
Small, scarred, red classic tabby molly with a single green eye
Deputy
Female
87 moons
Appearance
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Emberscorch is a small cat, standing at 7.5”. With a petite and graceful looking build, one would make the assumption that she stay out of battles, though the myriad of scars that mar her coat tell a different story.
With a brilliant red pelt, covered with swirled, classic tabby marks, the molly is quite striking. With only a couple other red cats in LichenClan, and as one of the even rarer red mollies that liber on the island, her pelt is one that sticks out like a sore tail when alongside the other, often far less vibrant colors.
Her pelt isn’t a solid red, however. White markings dot her body. Her paws are all white, as are her muzzle, chest, belly, and tail tip. However, it is really hard to see the white on her paws unless it’s early in the morning or late in the evening, as they are often covered in dust or mud, or even blood.
Emberscorch’s muzzle is almost boxy in appearance, as it holds disproportionately large fangs. Her remaining eye is a bright yellow-green, and is almond shaped. Her nose and paw pads are all a pale pink. Her remaining ear is fairly average in size.
She’s never had an outrageously thick pelt, which has always made leaf-bare’s hard to deal with. Not only is her coat short and thin, it’s also coarse, making it so she’s not entirely comfortable to snuggle up to.
The most striking part of Emberscorch, however, are her myriad of scars. Each one of them tells a story. The quartet of claw marks that go across her muzzle were caused by a RedwoodClan tom when she was an apprentice. The quartet of claw marks across her chest, the scar on her left cheek, and the one above her left eye were from a scuffle with a rogue that happened right before her warrior assessment. The long scar on her right side came from a fight with a ThistleClan warrior mere days after she got her name. She received the scratches on her rump and the long scar that goes across her shoulders and down her left leg before stopping at the elbow while helping to fend off a fox. Her crooked tail is from her warrior assessment, the result of a rockslide.
Her right ear and eye are both gone, taken by Sunrise (kaz) during an attack on RedwoodClan. Her front left paw is completely mangled, broken and twisted by Ravenfeather (Raven~) during RedwoodClan’s attack on LichenClan’s camp. On her face, sits a viscous scar that trails from her chin to directly below her left eye, a wound she received from Falconfire (c a n n a) during the battle for LichenClan.
Her extensive scarring, for the most part, causes little in the way of issues for the molly. However, her mangled paw, missing ear, and missing eye, all cause one problem or another. Her paw never healed correctly, giving her a permanent limp, while her missing ear slightly reduces her ability to hear, and her missing eye has halved her vision.
Her mangled paw and her crooked tail, much to her dismay, have caused early onset arthritis, though she absolutely refuses to retire, especially now that she’d deputy.
Emberscorch is a small cat, standing at 7.5”. With a petite and graceful looking build, one would make the assumption that she stay out of battles, though the myriad of scars that mar her coat tell a different story.
With a brilliant red pelt, covered with swirled, classic tabby marks, the molly is quite striking. With only a couple other red cats in LichenClan, and as one of the even rarer red mollies that liber on the island, her pelt is one that sticks out like a sore tail when alongside the other, often far less vibrant colors.
Her pelt isn’t a solid red, however. White markings dot her body. Her paws are all white, as are her muzzle, chest, belly, and tail tip. However, it is really hard to see the white on her paws unless it’s early in the morning or late in the evening, as they are often covered in dust or mud, or even blood.
Emberscorch’s muzzle is almost boxy in appearance, as it holds disproportionately large fangs. Her remaining eye is a bright yellow-green, and is almond shaped. Her nose and paw pads are all a pale pink. Her remaining ear is fairly average in size.
She’s never had an outrageously thick pelt, which has always made leaf-bare’s hard to deal with. Not only is her coat short and thin, it’s also coarse, making it so she’s not entirely comfortable to snuggle up to.
The most striking part of Emberscorch, however, are her myriad of scars. Each one of them tells a story. The quartet of claw marks that go across her muzzle were caused by a RedwoodClan tom when she was an apprentice. The quartet of claw marks across her chest, the scar on her left cheek, and the one above her left eye were from a scuffle with a rogue that happened right before her warrior assessment. The long scar on her right side came from a fight with a ThistleClan warrior mere days after she got her name. She received the scratches on her rump and the long scar that goes across her shoulders and down her left leg before stopping at the elbow while helping to fend off a fox. Her crooked tail is from her warrior assessment, the result of a rockslide.
Her right ear and eye are both gone, taken by Sunrise (kaz) during an attack on RedwoodClan. Her front left paw is completely mangled, broken and twisted by Ravenfeather (Raven~) during RedwoodClan’s attack on LichenClan’s camp. On her face, sits a viscous scar that trails from her chin to directly below her left eye, a wound she received from Falconfire (c a n n a) during the battle for LichenClan.
Her extensive scarring, for the most part, causes little in the way of issues for the molly. However, her mangled paw, missing ear, and missing eye, all cause one problem or another. Her paw never healed correctly, giving her a permanent limp, while her missing ear slightly reduces her ability to hear, and her missing eye has halved her vision.
Her mangled paw and her crooked tail, much to her dismay, have caused early onset arthritis, though she absolutely refuses to retire, especially now that she’d deputy.
Personality
+ Pious- Despite the trials Emberscorch has gone through, and despite the multiple changes she has had, one thing has never changed. Her respect for StarClan. No matter how she questioned if Minnowstar truly represented StarClan’s will or not or if she was truly following StarClan, her faith has always returned. And she’s not shy about it either. She prays daily, usually right after waking up and right before going to sleep. At least once a moon, she spends a few hours praying in the MoonCave as well.
+ Calm- After seasons of life, and after over a season of contemplation over her actions, Emberscorch has gone from brash to fairly calm and level headed. No longer does she spit fury at any sort of slight. Now, she’s far more likely to speak about something. She’s not perfect of course, as she did get her suffix -scorch for a reason, but it’s far harder to set her off nowadays.
+ Reflective- After everything she has gone through, Emberscorch has become rather reflective as she has aged. While she doesn’t get lost in the past, she makes it a point to remember it, as she does believe that those who forget history are doomed to repeat it. With her being as disgusted with her past as she is, she desperately wants to avoid repeating it, and thus, she reflects on it. This has led to her teaching others about the history of the war, as she wishes for everyone to know LichenClan’s sordid past, but she also wants everyone to know not to be ashamed of it.
+ Loyal- While who she is loyal to and how she displays her loyalty has shifted, Emberscorch is still a very loyal cat. One who would lay down her life in a heartbeat in order to save the clan. It’s something that can be seen in the numerous injuries she’s acquired over the seasons. Her loyalties to Minnowstar have long since faded, replaced by a fierce loyalty to StarClan, the warrior code as a whole, and Yarrowstar and the rest of LichenClan’s positions of power. But it has never weakened. In fact, she’s stronger in her loyalty now than she was.
+ Strong-willed- After losing everyone she cared about before she was even three seasons old, Emberscorch has always been a hard cat to break. Now, after seven seasons of life, she’s become even harder to break.
- Battle-weary- After so many seasons of fighting in battle after battle for the Heron line, and after losing her eye, ear, and the mobility in her paw in battles, Emberscorch has grown weary of battles. She’s far more likely to try to talk her way to peace, and will advocate that LichenClan do their best to stay out of anymore conflicts unless absolutely necessary. Now, this doesn’t make her less of a formidable opponent. She can often be found sparring with friends and other members of the clan, and she could take on most enemies with ease, but she would rather not.
- Stubborn- No matter how much about her has changed, Emberscorch’s stubbornness remains. She refuses to back down unless absolutely necessary. This is the reason behind why her paw and tail never healed correctly, as well as why her arthritis became an issue before she was forced to Lilacmist’s den. If she truly believes in something, she will not let it go.
- Opinionated- With the threat of exile no longer hanging over her head, Emberscorch has gotten better and better at voicing her opinions. Of course, she does know how to temper herself and she will not voice her opinions when she knows absolutely nothing will come from it, however, the moment she is alone with whoever she feels the need to voice her opinions towards, she will speak her mind. However, she is never rude about it. At least, not on purpose.
- Guilty- While she has gotten better about this, Emberscorch still carries a tremendous amount of guilt for her former actions. In particular, she feels extremely guilty for killing Beewing, and how she treated Cressclaw. She does not let it consume her, but it does guide her. It is part of why she is so hesitant to charge into battle, and it is why she spends time worried about RedwoodClan.
History
From the very beginning, it was clear that Emberscorch’s life was going to be hard. That she was going to have to overcome countless obstacles.
These challenges started before she was even born. It all started when her mother, Lightningstrike, met Russetjaw
Russetjaw was a charismatic tom, and a handsome one at that. With a pelt that looked like fire in the sunlight, and with a deep, charming voice, it’s easy to see why so many mollies adored him. And it definitely explains why Lightningflash fell for him.
Their courtship went quickly, with Russetjaw attempting to seduce her the moment they began to court. Lightningstrike, enraptured by the handsome tom agreed, and the two became mates. Something that Lightningstrike was ecstatic about. However, he was always insistent that they were not affectionate in camp. Lightningstrike was fine with that, however, respecting his privacy.
She became pregnant quickly, excitedly sharing the news with her mate. Russetjaw seemed ecstatic, however, that very night, Lightningstrike found out why he was so insistent that the pair don’t hang out in camp. Russetjaw had a second mate, a molly named Stripegravel.
Furious at the betrayal, she approached the pair, yelling at Russetjaw and breaking up with him right then and there. He didn’t really care, and, instead, was far more angry that she had revealed to Stripegravel they were mates, as it cost him his standing in the Stone Family. In complete disbelief of his lack of empathy, she vowed that he would never see his kits and that they would never know he was their father.
He didn’t care.
Two moons later, Lightningstrike gave birth to a litter of five. Emberkit, Windkit, Snowkit, Stormkit, and Mistkit.
Despite the lack of a father figure, Emberkit’s kithood wasn’t bad. Yes, she was looked down upon by cats who thought lineage was important, but she had he sisters and brother there to keep her company.
When she was four moons old, however, Mistkit vanished. She had seemingly snuck out of camp in the middle of the night and vanished, presumably snatched by a predator. Emberkit was devastated at the loss of her youngest sister, and that pain was only amplified by the fact that the only trace of Mistkit that was found was a clump of fur. There was no body for vigil.
That night was the night cracks first appeared in Emberkit’s heart. A subtle hint of what was to come and the cause of her slight withdrawal from others.
Thankfully, she had a support group in her family and, particularly, her mother. She was always particularly close to her mother, always doing what she could to help her and to spend time with her. She adorable her stories of the ancient LichenClan warriors who shaped the clan and her stories of how the island came to be. She loved getting groomed and snuggling with her. So, even though Mistkit vanishined, she had her mother. This, unfortunately, would not last as, barely a moon later, Lightningstrike would grow extremely ill.
It hadn’t been entirely out of the blue, as she had been lethargic for about half a season before her pregnancy even began, but everyone, including Lightningstrike had brushed it off by the time the kits were there. This progressed to her having little appetite around the time she fell pregnant, followed by intense vomiting, which had been believed to be simple mourning sickness. The vomiting and nausea had mostly stopped around Emberkit’s birth, but to this day she remembers, albeit hazily, how her mother would go to the dirt place far more often than others to vomit.
One day, however, she barely made it out of the Nursery before she vomited up a very dark substance. And then, after looking at it, she broke into tears.
Concerned, Emberkit and Windkit, who had witnessed this whole event tried to help cheer her up while the others got help, but once Cinderface arrived, the group of kits learned that there was a lump in their mother’s stomach and that she’d be lucky to see their apprentice ceremony.
Lightningstrike, however, was strong. The “lump sickness” as It was apparently called, may have tried its best to take her from Emberkit and her siblings, but their mom hung on. In fact, she almost seemed to be getting better. It became clear that she would live to see the kits get apprenticed, being able to cheer them on as they were given mentors. Emberkit was ecstatic at this news. She actually told everyone in camp that she could. Most cats didn’t care. A good chunk were at least cordial, with some feeling sympathy for the kit with no family…but a few weren’t. One cat- a close friend of Russetfang- made a comment about her lack of a sire, taunting her about it.
Confused and hurt, the night before the ceremony, the ember colored molly asked her mother about her father. Lightningstrike became genuinely angry for the first time in Emberkit’s life, vehemently insisting on the fact that her father was a lying, cheating bastard who didn’t deserve to be named.
Scared, but loving her mother, Emberkit decided that her father must be awful.
The next day, she was apprenticed to a rather strict molly named Icemask.
Icemask wasn’t a typical LichenClan molly. She was tough, crass, dirty, unsympathetic, and vicious. All the things that LichenClan mollies were not supposed to be, and everything Emberpaw wanted to be. Not only that, but she was terrible with kits and apprentices, Emberpaw included.
Because of this, it was no surprise that, when Lightningstrike died a moon after Emberpaw’s apprentice ceremony, Icemask did little in the way of comforting her. She didn’t tell Emberpaw to get over it immediately, but she refused to give the young molly breaks due to her mother’s death. Instead, she pushed Emberpaw harder and harder, giving her no time to grieve. And, by the time a moon had passed since Lightningstrike had died, she was telling Emberpaw to get over it.
But Lightningstrike’s death hit Emberpaw incredibly hard. She had always been very close with her mother, and with her death came resentment. Resentment burrowed its way into the cracks in Emberpaw’s heart and widened them.
At this point, her personality began to change. The mixture of grief and resentment made her colder. She was withdrawn, and with her mentor’s training, began to grow more and more violent. Concerned with his sister’s wellbeing, Windpaw decided to introduce her to his good friends, Newtpaw and Dustypaw.
Emberpaw was reluctant to speak with them, too wrapped up in her misery and training, but with encouragement from Stormpaw and Snowpaw who were also worried about her, she caved, agreeing to speak with her older denmates.
Within minutes of really meeting them, she hit it off with them. Or, more specifically, she hit it off with Newtpaw. He was charming, funny, and told great stories, which instantly endeared her to him. He was strong and loyal, and, to Emberpaw, was very handsome.
Over the next moon, they grew increasingly close. They spent time taking walks together and just sitting and talking. He vowed to protect her when she mentioned that she was worried about the other clans, and comforted her when she began to miss her mother too much.
At the same time, she reconnected with her siblings and began to spend more time with them. Her life was beginning to get better, and she found herself excited for the future for the first time since Lightningstrike’s death.
Unfortunately, this didn’t last, as a moon and a half after he introduced her to his friends, Windpaw was on a patrol with Snowpaw when they encountered a group of rogues. The rogues taunted the group, mocking them and nearly stepping over the border.
They made a comment about the pair of apprentices. About how Snowpaw looked good for a clan cat and how they wouldn’t mind laying with her. Furious, Windpaw launched himself at the rogues to defend Snowpaw’s honor.
The battle quickly turned bloody, with the rogues attacking the pair with absolutely no hesitation. Emberpaw never learned what all happened in the battle. All she ever learned was that, despite the fact that the pair fought with every fiber of their being, and the fact that their mentors were desperately trying to get to them, they did not survive. The rogues had slaughtered the pair before sauntering away.
That was the day Emberpaw began to truly despise outsiders. She had disliked them before, believing that they were lawless and unholy, but this was the moment she truly began to take serious issue with them.
Had her mentor been sympathetic, she may have been able to grieve and heal. Unfortunately, like when Emberpaw’s mother died, Icemask did not care have much empathy. She refused to let her grieve. Not only that, but she cultivated Emberpaw’s newfound dislike of outsiders into pure hatred.
Her hatred for outsiders quickly began to bleed into her personality. The happy, bubbly part of her persona that had been dying ever since Lightningstrike passed completely vanished, being replaced by a harsh, strict attitude. She grew quick to anger and became increasingly violent. The cracks in her heart had widened further m.
Eventually, it got to the point where only three cats could make her smile. Stormpaw, Newtpaw, and Dustypaw. Despite the way she isolated herself, she still found herself enjoying their company. In particular, she really found herself gravitating towards Newtpaw more and more.
Their walks increased in frequency, with the pair spending more and more time alone. So, it really wasn’t a surprise that, when she was ten moons, she realized that she had fallen for Newtpaw. In fact, she realized it during his warrior ceremony, where he became Newtclaw.
Stormpaw was elated to hear this, and began to playfully tease her, much to her chagrin. Dustypaw learned about this as well, eventually joining in on the teasing. The playfulness was enough to begin to heal the cracks in Emberpaw’s heart.
Unfortunately, this wouldn’t last forever. Two moons later, Emberpaw and Stormpaw had their final assessment.
It was supposed to be easy. A simple hunting assessment. And, honestly, it was. The sisters quickly found more than enough prey to pass, but Emberpaw wasn’t done just yet. She wanted a squirrel.
They were Newtclaw’s favorite prey. And she wanted to find him one. Not only that, but she wanted to find him one specifically from a group of boulders. They were stable, prey-rich and, according to some other warriors, were where the tastiest squirrels could be found. So, with the encouragement of Stormpaw and Dustyleap, who had gained his warrior name a moon before the sisters, she and Stormpaw began looking for a squirrel.
They quickly learned that the prey-rich part of the rumors were true, as the two found themselves practically swimming in mice and voles. Stormpaw eagerly took to catching them, but Emberpaw refused to be deterred from her search for a squirrel. It didn’t matter that she went hours without a catch. She was going to find that squirrel.
It was evening by the time she did find one. Stormpaw had given up at some point, instead opting to sit next to the large pile of prey the pair had caught. Emberpaw scented it first, quickly interrupting what her sister had been saying with a tail raise.
Stormpaw got to her feet and the sisters quickly got to stalking the squirrel. Emberpaw saw it first, and it was absolutely massive. So big that it must’ve been pregnant. She motioned for Stormpaw to take a lower route in case the squirrel tried to run, but it was not needed.
Emberpaw caught it without it even realizing she was there. She leapt from a large boulder onto it, killing it instantly. She picked it up in her jaws in excitement, tail raised happily as she looked at Stormpaw.
And then everything went black.
When Emberpaw came to, she was in the Medicine Den, being looked after by Cinderface. She was incredibly confused, having no memory of what had happened. It wasn’t until Newtclaw and Dustyleap came in and explained to her what had happened that she remembered anything.
It turned out that the boulder she had leapt from was incredibly unstable, and her leap had actually managed to dislodge it. Stormpaw had noticed it moving before Emberpaw heard the cracking, and she had charged forwards, ramming her head into Emberpaw’s flank to save her. It worked, as the only part of Emberpaw that ended up getting hit by that boulder was her tail, which was practically snapped in half. At the same time, a smaller rock slammed against Emberpaw’s head, knocking her out, yet leaving her alive.
She was lucky. Newtclaw, Dustyleap, Icemask, and Stormpaw’s mentor, Stripegravel, found her fairly quickly after the incident, having come out to try to find the pair due to how long their assessment seemed to be taking.
Unfortunately, Stormpaw was not so lucky. Her actions had come with a heavy cost. In saving Emberpaw’s life, she sacrificed her own, being crushed to death by that same boulder that would’ve killed Emberpaw.
Hearing of her sister’s death broke Emberpaw. At a mere twelve moons old, she had become the last living member of her family (barring her father who she still did not know). The happy, bubbly personality vanished, and she became even more bitter and vicious. The day she was discharged at thirteen moons, she would up getting into a brutal fight with a cat from ThistleClan, which sent her back to the medicine den.
This cycle continued for a bit, and it wasn’t until she was sixteen moons and Newtclaw sat down and talked to her, confessing that he loved her, that she allowed herself to actually heal. That moon, she earned her warrior name, Emberscorch, for her eagerness to fight.
That very night, before she made her way from camp to the MoonCave, she and Newtclaw became mates.
At first, it was perfect. The two spent all their time together, with Dustyleap often tagging along. Emberscorch and Newtclaw were practically inseparable, much to the chagrin of some of their less romantic clanmates. Unfortunately, this perfect mateship didn’t last too long.
At twenty-one moons old, Emberscorch was given Ospreypaw as an apprentice, and this event marked a shift in her personality. Rememering how Icemask had acted with her, she grew cold and harsh, teaching Ospreypaw just like how her mentor had taught her.
She taught her about StarClan and how LichenClan was the only clan with their blessing. She taught her how to be vicious and how to fight. She became more violent, training with claws unsheathed with the excuse that this was how others would fight. She truly began to live up to her name, and it made Newtclaw uncomfortable.
The tom would spend less time with her, but she hardly noticed. She was too busy with her apprentice. That wasn’t to say she and Newtclaw didn’t spend time together- they were still mates, and they still did activities that only mates would do. In fact, they did them fairly often. But they rarely hung out anymore due to how busy the molly was.
When she was twenty-six moons, however, these activities eventually caught up with the pair.
Emberscorch had been feeling off for a while. Specifically, her stomach had begun to bother her. Eventually, after throwing up during training yet again and at Ospreypaw’s urging, she went to see Cinderface. To her shock and joy, the medicine cat explained to her that she was pregnant.
Ecstatic at the news, she gave Ospreypaw the day off and went to wait for Newtclaw. Hours passed, yet he never returned to camp. Still, the ember colored molly waited. It wasn’t until the moon rose that she went to find him.
She scented Dustyleap first, then Newtclaw. At first, she was excited. She’d be able to tell her mate and best friend about her pregnancy together. Except, a second scent soon engulfed her. A more… intimate one.
To her absolute horror, she found Newtclaw and Dustyleap lying together, having clearly just finished having… relations. Furious, she confronted the two. Newtclaw tried to explain that he still loved her and in fact loved both of them, but she didn’t listen. She spat the fact that she was pregnant at the two before attacking them, sending them fleeing from the territory.
Then, she collapsed to the ground and wept. She was found the next morning by a patrol, having cried herself to sleep. She explained what had happened to that patrol, earning sympathetic murmurs from some and disinterest from others. Surprising a lot of the clan, she did not give Ospreypaw more than that day off, and the next day, she was back to training.
After all, that was all she knew how to do. Icemask had never taught her how to manage her emotions. So, she spent her days training as hard as she could. She vowed to her unborn kits that she would raise them herself without a tom.
Half a moon later, however, she woke up in a puddle of blood and with extremely intense cramps. The stress she had been carrying for seasons now finally caught up to her, and she lost the litter.
That was the day her heart truly shattered, the cracks in it growing so wide that she could no longer even pretend to be a kind cat.
She grew even more vicious, attacking anyone who even looked at her funny. She drove away potential friends and lovers with the same ferocity she would an enemy warrior. She barely cheered when Ospreypaw became Ospreyfur. She nearly killed a molly named Brookfang during a raid on RedwoodClan, slashing her throat open and leaving her for the crows without a second thought.
She had little reaction when Sagestar passed, leaving Minnowstar as the leader and Hemlockheart as deputy.
She just grew even more cruel and violent. She cheered when Minnowstar called a meeting to talk about how they were going to prepare for war on RedwoodClan. She cheered when a patrol was sent to battle RedwoodClan. It wasn’t until after that battle that she seemed to calm down, even if it was ever so slighty.
A little over a season later, Hemlockheart disappeared, much to the horror of her and everyone else in the clan. His apprentice, Cresspaw (Kazuko), was re-assigned to her. Like with Ospreyfur, she was harsh in her teachings, forcing her strict beliefs of StarClan onto him without so much as a thought towards his religious beliefs
Four moons after the reassignment, Emberscorch joined the attack on RedwoodClan with Cresspaw. In the battle, she encountered a tribe cat named Sunrise, who she attacked with little hesitation.
She had expected it to be a fairly easy win, but, unfortunately, that was not the case. Not only did LichenClan lose, the ember colored molly lost both her right ear and right eye, leaving her half blind and with no ear.
She passed out of the field, and was dragged home by Cresspaw, who earned his fully name Cressclaw soon after, something Emberscorch was quite proud of. She watched the ceremony from Cinderface’s den, due to her still healing injuries.
Under the care of the older medicine cat and Briarpaw (Raven~), she healed quickly. Two moons later, she was cleared for regular duties.
Unfortunately, a few days later, Minnowstar called a confession. Unlike other confessions, this was a clanwide confession, and every warrior was brought to the MoonCave to confess.
That night, Emberscorch confessed the sin of anger. Explaining how she was angry at the heathens for tainting the island with their disbelief. As punishment for this sin, she was forced to confess again, but not before bearing witness to the exile of multiple cats and the imprisonment of her former apprentice.
These exiles and the punishments of multiple cats made Emberscorch worried. Not about Minnowstar or those cats, of course. No, she was worried about the fact that so much sin had seemingly infiltrated the clan. She shared her worry about the sin with Falconfire (c a n n a), who encouraged her to interrogate cats about their holiness.
A moon later, RedwoodClan attacked the camp after the refugees told them where the camp was. Emberscorch fought against a RedwoodClan tom named Ravenfeather, who ended up crushed her left paw and making it nearly entirely unusable.
Despite this, she managed to assist Falconfire in drowning a RedwoodClan molly named Beewing (Kazuko).
Later that evening, she and multiple other warriors were called by Minnowstar to discuss the attack. During this discussion, she brought up the idea of interrogation, and was given permission to do so.
Over the next few moons, she would interrogate Cressclaw, Heronpaw (fallenreaper), and Merlintail (soot), deciding that all of them were holy enough.
Later, she’d fight alongside Duckpuddle (captain) during an attack on RedwoodClan’s camp. During this fight, she’d attack and nearly kill a molly named Silkfeather (Raven~).
At the same time this was happening Ospreyfur was nearly killed for being a traitor, and Cressclaw left to join RedwoodClan. These near deaths that she assumed were deaths, were a wake up call for Emberscorch.
She knew both her former apprentices, and she knew how young they were. Hearing that they had both been killed in battle, and that one had been killed for being a supposed traitor… it shook Emberscorch’s beliefs.
The discovery that Cressclaw was alive and had chosen to leave of his own volition confused her even more. She kept these thoughts to herself for a while, eventually giving in and sharing them with Flashfang (lightning).
To her surprise, he didn’t find her concerns repulsive. In fact, he seemed to be rather understanding of them. Later that moon, she and other cats were brought before Minnowstar, and was forced to pledge he’d undying loyalty to her. It was a lie, of course, as she was incredibly conflicted about the whole thing, but fortunately, there was no time for her to be looked at with scrutiny.
LichenClan was attacked by cats from all factions soon after this meeting. Rebels from LichenClan, RedwoodClan, ThistleClan, and the Tunnel cats all struck at once. Emberscorch, still incredibly conflicted, retreated to the tunnels. That was where she encountered Hemlockheart and Nightclaw (rain).
It was in the darkness of the tunnels that Emberscorch finally realized what had been happening. She finally realized who the Dark Forest was truly speaking to. And so, she turned to Hemlockheart, now named Yarrow, and decided to follow him.
She later broke off after spotting the molly she thought she had killed facing off against Falconfire and his mate. Realizing that this was her chance to redeem herself, she jumped into the battle, defending Silkfeather and fighting her former friend.
By the time the battle was over, Minnowstar was dead and Yarrowstar and Quickstrike had risen to power.
After that, Emberscorch fell into a depression. Fortunately for her, Nightclaw came and spoke with her. His words, while not enough to completely pull her out of her slump, did help. As did her confession a moon later.
A moon after that, she was given Ghostpaw (Egotistic) as an apprentice. A few days after that, she was invited by Yarrowstar to join the newly formed council. She agreed, although still skeptical that she deserved the honor.
A moon later, a massive flood sent the clan to the Birch Forest. She mourned the loss of her apprentice’s mother with him, doing her best to balance her responsibilities helping the clan with spending time with him.
Eventually, Yarrowstar called the first council meeting, where she found herself checking to make sure the camp was safe to return to. She also learned of a troubling vision that the medicine cat, Briarfall (Raven~) had received.
The clan quickly returned to camp after this, and life returned to normal. Ghostpaw eventually earned his full name, Ghostface, and a moon later, she was given Hemlockpaw (Kazuko) as an apprentice. Mere days later, Briarfall went missing, and she was put on a search patrol. Unfortunately, she found nothing.
Soon after that, she was practically forced to go to the newly named Lilacmist (lightning) to help her deal with the growing pain in her joints.
Later in leaf-bare, the council is called again, and it is determined that the MoonCave should be put under surveillance due to Briarfall’s ominous warning.
Two moons later, Quickstrike, Lavendermist, and Yarrowstar go to try to find Briarfall. It is during this patrol that Yarrowstar goes missing yet again. Quickstrike announces it to the clan, and during this, Emberscorch decides to offer to assist with deputy duties.
She helped out for about a moon until the decision was made for Quickstrike to go to the Lagoon to get his nine lives. She was chosen to accompany him and Lilacmist, and, to the horror of both of them, when they got there, the medicine cat was dead.
Horrified, Emberscorch sat and stood guard as Quickstrike spoke to StarClan. During this, she watched as the Lagoon first lit up before being consumed by darkness, solidifying her support in the closing of the tunnels.
After leaving the darkness, she learned that Quickstrike had gained his nine lives, becoming Quickstar. And then, to her shock, she was named deputy to LichenClan. A position she accepted with little hesitation.
The next moon, she met with the rest of the council, and the controversial decision was made to force non nursing queens to patrol.
This was a rule she made sure to enforce, even taking the aging Caveflower out on patrol, a decision that led to the elderly molly falling from the cliff.
Currently, she’s doing her best to be a good deputy, though the looming threat of the tunnels is causing her a good amount of anxiety.
These challenges started before she was even born. It all started when her mother, Lightningstrike, met Russetjaw
Russetjaw was a charismatic tom, and a handsome one at that. With a pelt that looked like fire in the sunlight, and with a deep, charming voice, it’s easy to see why so many mollies adored him. And it definitely explains why Lightningflash fell for him.
Their courtship went quickly, with Russetjaw attempting to seduce her the moment they began to court. Lightningstrike, enraptured by the handsome tom agreed, and the two became mates. Something that Lightningstrike was ecstatic about. However, he was always insistent that they were not affectionate in camp. Lightningstrike was fine with that, however, respecting his privacy.
She became pregnant quickly, excitedly sharing the news with her mate. Russetjaw seemed ecstatic, however, that very night, Lightningstrike found out why he was so insistent that the pair don’t hang out in camp. Russetjaw had a second mate, a molly named Stripegravel.
Furious at the betrayal, she approached the pair, yelling at Russetjaw and breaking up with him right then and there. He didn’t really care, and, instead, was far more angry that she had revealed to Stripegravel they were mates, as it cost him his standing in the Stone Family. In complete disbelief of his lack of empathy, she vowed that he would never see his kits and that they would never know he was their father.
He didn’t care.
Two moons later, Lightningstrike gave birth to a litter of five. Emberkit, Windkit, Snowkit, Stormkit, and Mistkit.
Despite the lack of a father figure, Emberkit’s kithood wasn’t bad. Yes, she was looked down upon by cats who thought lineage was important, but she had he sisters and brother there to keep her company.
When she was four moons old, however, Mistkit vanished. She had seemingly snuck out of camp in the middle of the night and vanished, presumably snatched by a predator. Emberkit was devastated at the loss of her youngest sister, and that pain was only amplified by the fact that the only trace of Mistkit that was found was a clump of fur. There was no body for vigil.
That night was the night cracks first appeared in Emberkit’s heart. A subtle hint of what was to come and the cause of her slight withdrawal from others.
Thankfully, she had a support group in her family and, particularly, her mother. She was always particularly close to her mother, always doing what she could to help her and to spend time with her. She adorable her stories of the ancient LichenClan warriors who shaped the clan and her stories of how the island came to be. She loved getting groomed and snuggling with her. So, even though Mistkit vanishined, she had her mother. This, unfortunately, would not last as, barely a moon later, Lightningstrike would grow extremely ill.
It hadn’t been entirely out of the blue, as she had been lethargic for about half a season before her pregnancy even began, but everyone, including Lightningstrike had brushed it off by the time the kits were there. This progressed to her having little appetite around the time she fell pregnant, followed by intense vomiting, which had been believed to be simple mourning sickness. The vomiting and nausea had mostly stopped around Emberkit’s birth, but to this day she remembers, albeit hazily, how her mother would go to the dirt place far more often than others to vomit.
One day, however, she barely made it out of the Nursery before she vomited up a very dark substance. And then, after looking at it, she broke into tears.
Concerned, Emberkit and Windkit, who had witnessed this whole event tried to help cheer her up while the others got help, but once Cinderface arrived, the group of kits learned that there was a lump in their mother’s stomach and that she’d be lucky to see their apprentice ceremony.
Lightningstrike, however, was strong. The “lump sickness” as It was apparently called, may have tried its best to take her from Emberkit and her siblings, but their mom hung on. In fact, she almost seemed to be getting better. It became clear that she would live to see the kits get apprenticed, being able to cheer them on as they were given mentors. Emberkit was ecstatic at this news. She actually told everyone in camp that she could. Most cats didn’t care. A good chunk were at least cordial, with some feeling sympathy for the kit with no family…but a few weren’t. One cat- a close friend of Russetfang- made a comment about her lack of a sire, taunting her about it.
Confused and hurt, the night before the ceremony, the ember colored molly asked her mother about her father. Lightningstrike became genuinely angry for the first time in Emberkit’s life, vehemently insisting on the fact that her father was a lying, cheating bastard who didn’t deserve to be named.
Scared, but loving her mother, Emberkit decided that her father must be awful.
The next day, she was apprenticed to a rather strict molly named Icemask.
Icemask wasn’t a typical LichenClan molly. She was tough, crass, dirty, unsympathetic, and vicious. All the things that LichenClan mollies were not supposed to be, and everything Emberpaw wanted to be. Not only that, but she was terrible with kits and apprentices, Emberpaw included.
Because of this, it was no surprise that, when Lightningstrike died a moon after Emberpaw’s apprentice ceremony, Icemask did little in the way of comforting her. She didn’t tell Emberpaw to get over it immediately, but she refused to give the young molly breaks due to her mother’s death. Instead, she pushed Emberpaw harder and harder, giving her no time to grieve. And, by the time a moon had passed since Lightningstrike had died, she was telling Emberpaw to get over it.
But Lightningstrike’s death hit Emberpaw incredibly hard. She had always been very close with her mother, and with her death came resentment. Resentment burrowed its way into the cracks in Emberpaw’s heart and widened them.
At this point, her personality began to change. The mixture of grief and resentment made her colder. She was withdrawn, and with her mentor’s training, began to grow more and more violent. Concerned with his sister’s wellbeing, Windpaw decided to introduce her to his good friends, Newtpaw and Dustypaw.
Emberpaw was reluctant to speak with them, too wrapped up in her misery and training, but with encouragement from Stormpaw and Snowpaw who were also worried about her, she caved, agreeing to speak with her older denmates.
Within minutes of really meeting them, she hit it off with them. Or, more specifically, she hit it off with Newtpaw. He was charming, funny, and told great stories, which instantly endeared her to him. He was strong and loyal, and, to Emberpaw, was very handsome.
Over the next moon, they grew increasingly close. They spent time taking walks together and just sitting and talking. He vowed to protect her when she mentioned that she was worried about the other clans, and comforted her when she began to miss her mother too much.
At the same time, she reconnected with her siblings and began to spend more time with them. Her life was beginning to get better, and she found herself excited for the future for the first time since Lightningstrike’s death.
Unfortunately, this didn’t last, as a moon and a half after he introduced her to his friends, Windpaw was on a patrol with Snowpaw when they encountered a group of rogues. The rogues taunted the group, mocking them and nearly stepping over the border.
They made a comment about the pair of apprentices. About how Snowpaw looked good for a clan cat and how they wouldn’t mind laying with her. Furious, Windpaw launched himself at the rogues to defend Snowpaw’s honor.
The battle quickly turned bloody, with the rogues attacking the pair with absolutely no hesitation. Emberpaw never learned what all happened in the battle. All she ever learned was that, despite the fact that the pair fought with every fiber of their being, and the fact that their mentors were desperately trying to get to them, they did not survive. The rogues had slaughtered the pair before sauntering away.
That was the day Emberpaw began to truly despise outsiders. She had disliked them before, believing that they were lawless and unholy, but this was the moment she truly began to take serious issue with them.
Had her mentor been sympathetic, she may have been able to grieve and heal. Unfortunately, like when Emberpaw’s mother died, Icemask did not care have much empathy. She refused to let her grieve. Not only that, but she cultivated Emberpaw’s newfound dislike of outsiders into pure hatred.
Her hatred for outsiders quickly began to bleed into her personality. The happy, bubbly part of her persona that had been dying ever since Lightningstrike passed completely vanished, being replaced by a harsh, strict attitude. She grew quick to anger and became increasingly violent. The cracks in her heart had widened further m.
Eventually, it got to the point where only three cats could make her smile. Stormpaw, Newtpaw, and Dustypaw. Despite the way she isolated herself, she still found herself enjoying their company. In particular, she really found herself gravitating towards Newtpaw more and more.
Their walks increased in frequency, with the pair spending more and more time alone. So, it really wasn’t a surprise that, when she was ten moons, she realized that she had fallen for Newtpaw. In fact, she realized it during his warrior ceremony, where he became Newtclaw.
Stormpaw was elated to hear this, and began to playfully tease her, much to her chagrin. Dustypaw learned about this as well, eventually joining in on the teasing. The playfulness was enough to begin to heal the cracks in Emberpaw’s heart.
Unfortunately, this wouldn’t last forever. Two moons later, Emberpaw and Stormpaw had their final assessment.
It was supposed to be easy. A simple hunting assessment. And, honestly, it was. The sisters quickly found more than enough prey to pass, but Emberpaw wasn’t done just yet. She wanted a squirrel.
They were Newtclaw’s favorite prey. And she wanted to find him one. Not only that, but she wanted to find him one specifically from a group of boulders. They were stable, prey-rich and, according to some other warriors, were where the tastiest squirrels could be found. So, with the encouragement of Stormpaw and Dustyleap, who had gained his warrior name a moon before the sisters, she and Stormpaw began looking for a squirrel.
They quickly learned that the prey-rich part of the rumors were true, as the two found themselves practically swimming in mice and voles. Stormpaw eagerly took to catching them, but Emberpaw refused to be deterred from her search for a squirrel. It didn’t matter that she went hours without a catch. She was going to find that squirrel.
It was evening by the time she did find one. Stormpaw had given up at some point, instead opting to sit next to the large pile of prey the pair had caught. Emberpaw scented it first, quickly interrupting what her sister had been saying with a tail raise.
Stormpaw got to her feet and the sisters quickly got to stalking the squirrel. Emberpaw saw it first, and it was absolutely massive. So big that it must’ve been pregnant. She motioned for Stormpaw to take a lower route in case the squirrel tried to run, but it was not needed.
Emberpaw caught it without it even realizing she was there. She leapt from a large boulder onto it, killing it instantly. She picked it up in her jaws in excitement, tail raised happily as she looked at Stormpaw.
And then everything went black.
When Emberpaw came to, she was in the Medicine Den, being looked after by Cinderface. She was incredibly confused, having no memory of what had happened. It wasn’t until Newtclaw and Dustyleap came in and explained to her what had happened that she remembered anything.
It turned out that the boulder she had leapt from was incredibly unstable, and her leap had actually managed to dislodge it. Stormpaw had noticed it moving before Emberpaw heard the cracking, and she had charged forwards, ramming her head into Emberpaw’s flank to save her. It worked, as the only part of Emberpaw that ended up getting hit by that boulder was her tail, which was practically snapped in half. At the same time, a smaller rock slammed against Emberpaw’s head, knocking her out, yet leaving her alive.
She was lucky. Newtclaw, Dustyleap, Icemask, and Stormpaw’s mentor, Stripegravel, found her fairly quickly after the incident, having come out to try to find the pair due to how long their assessment seemed to be taking.
Unfortunately, Stormpaw was not so lucky. Her actions had come with a heavy cost. In saving Emberpaw’s life, she sacrificed her own, being crushed to death by that same boulder that would’ve killed Emberpaw.
Hearing of her sister’s death broke Emberpaw. At a mere twelve moons old, she had become the last living member of her family (barring her father who she still did not know). The happy, bubbly personality vanished, and she became even more bitter and vicious. The day she was discharged at thirteen moons, she would up getting into a brutal fight with a cat from ThistleClan, which sent her back to the medicine den.
This cycle continued for a bit, and it wasn’t until she was sixteen moons and Newtclaw sat down and talked to her, confessing that he loved her, that she allowed herself to actually heal. That moon, she earned her warrior name, Emberscorch, for her eagerness to fight.
That very night, before she made her way from camp to the MoonCave, she and Newtclaw became mates.
At first, it was perfect. The two spent all their time together, with Dustyleap often tagging along. Emberscorch and Newtclaw were practically inseparable, much to the chagrin of some of their less romantic clanmates. Unfortunately, this perfect mateship didn’t last too long.
At twenty-one moons old, Emberscorch was given Ospreypaw as an apprentice, and this event marked a shift in her personality. Rememering how Icemask had acted with her, she grew cold and harsh, teaching Ospreypaw just like how her mentor had taught her.
She taught her about StarClan and how LichenClan was the only clan with their blessing. She taught her how to be vicious and how to fight. She became more violent, training with claws unsheathed with the excuse that this was how others would fight. She truly began to live up to her name, and it made Newtclaw uncomfortable.
The tom would spend less time with her, but she hardly noticed. She was too busy with her apprentice. That wasn’t to say she and Newtclaw didn’t spend time together- they were still mates, and they still did activities that only mates would do. In fact, they did them fairly often. But they rarely hung out anymore due to how busy the molly was.
When she was twenty-six moons, however, these activities eventually caught up with the pair.
Emberscorch had been feeling off for a while. Specifically, her stomach had begun to bother her. Eventually, after throwing up during training yet again and at Ospreypaw’s urging, she went to see Cinderface. To her shock and joy, the medicine cat explained to her that she was pregnant.
Ecstatic at the news, she gave Ospreypaw the day off and went to wait for Newtclaw. Hours passed, yet he never returned to camp. Still, the ember colored molly waited. It wasn’t until the moon rose that she went to find him.
She scented Dustyleap first, then Newtclaw. At first, she was excited. She’d be able to tell her mate and best friend about her pregnancy together. Except, a second scent soon engulfed her. A more… intimate one.
To her absolute horror, she found Newtclaw and Dustyleap lying together, having clearly just finished having… relations. Furious, she confronted the two. Newtclaw tried to explain that he still loved her and in fact loved both of them, but she didn’t listen. She spat the fact that she was pregnant at the two before attacking them, sending them fleeing from the territory.
Then, she collapsed to the ground and wept. She was found the next morning by a patrol, having cried herself to sleep. She explained what had happened to that patrol, earning sympathetic murmurs from some and disinterest from others. Surprising a lot of the clan, she did not give Ospreypaw more than that day off, and the next day, she was back to training.
After all, that was all she knew how to do. Icemask had never taught her how to manage her emotions. So, she spent her days training as hard as she could. She vowed to her unborn kits that she would raise them herself without a tom.
Half a moon later, however, she woke up in a puddle of blood and with extremely intense cramps. The stress she had been carrying for seasons now finally caught up to her, and she lost the litter.
That was the day her heart truly shattered, the cracks in it growing so wide that she could no longer even pretend to be a kind cat.
She grew even more vicious, attacking anyone who even looked at her funny. She drove away potential friends and lovers with the same ferocity she would an enemy warrior. She barely cheered when Ospreypaw became Ospreyfur. She nearly killed a molly named Brookfang during a raid on RedwoodClan, slashing her throat open and leaving her for the crows without a second thought.
She had little reaction when Sagestar passed, leaving Minnowstar as the leader and Hemlockheart as deputy.
She just grew even more cruel and violent. She cheered when Minnowstar called a meeting to talk about how they were going to prepare for war on RedwoodClan. She cheered when a patrol was sent to battle RedwoodClan. It wasn’t until after that battle that she seemed to calm down, even if it was ever so slighty.
A little over a season later, Hemlockheart disappeared, much to the horror of her and everyone else in the clan. His apprentice, Cresspaw (Kazuko), was re-assigned to her. Like with Ospreyfur, she was harsh in her teachings, forcing her strict beliefs of StarClan onto him without so much as a thought towards his religious beliefs
Four moons after the reassignment, Emberscorch joined the attack on RedwoodClan with Cresspaw. In the battle, she encountered a tribe cat named Sunrise, who she attacked with little hesitation.
She had expected it to be a fairly easy win, but, unfortunately, that was not the case. Not only did LichenClan lose, the ember colored molly lost both her right ear and right eye, leaving her half blind and with no ear.
She passed out of the field, and was dragged home by Cresspaw, who earned his fully name Cressclaw soon after, something Emberscorch was quite proud of. She watched the ceremony from Cinderface’s den, due to her still healing injuries.
Under the care of the older medicine cat and Briarpaw (Raven~), she healed quickly. Two moons later, she was cleared for regular duties.
Unfortunately, a few days later, Minnowstar called a confession. Unlike other confessions, this was a clanwide confession, and every warrior was brought to the MoonCave to confess.
That night, Emberscorch confessed the sin of anger. Explaining how she was angry at the heathens for tainting the island with their disbelief. As punishment for this sin, she was forced to confess again, but not before bearing witness to the exile of multiple cats and the imprisonment of her former apprentice.
These exiles and the punishments of multiple cats made Emberscorch worried. Not about Minnowstar or those cats, of course. No, she was worried about the fact that so much sin had seemingly infiltrated the clan. She shared her worry about the sin with Falconfire (c a n n a), who encouraged her to interrogate cats about their holiness.
A moon later, RedwoodClan attacked the camp after the refugees told them where the camp was. Emberscorch fought against a RedwoodClan tom named Ravenfeather, who ended up crushed her left paw and making it nearly entirely unusable.
Despite this, she managed to assist Falconfire in drowning a RedwoodClan molly named Beewing (Kazuko).
Later that evening, she and multiple other warriors were called by Minnowstar to discuss the attack. During this discussion, she brought up the idea of interrogation, and was given permission to do so.
Over the next few moons, she would interrogate Cressclaw, Heronpaw (fallenreaper), and Merlintail (soot), deciding that all of them were holy enough.
Later, she’d fight alongside Duckpuddle (captain) during an attack on RedwoodClan’s camp. During this fight, she’d attack and nearly kill a molly named Silkfeather (Raven~).
At the same time this was happening Ospreyfur was nearly killed for being a traitor, and Cressclaw left to join RedwoodClan. These near deaths that she assumed were deaths, were a wake up call for Emberscorch.
She knew both her former apprentices, and she knew how young they were. Hearing that they had both been killed in battle, and that one had been killed for being a supposed traitor… it shook Emberscorch’s beliefs.
The discovery that Cressclaw was alive and had chosen to leave of his own volition confused her even more. She kept these thoughts to herself for a while, eventually giving in and sharing them with Flashfang (lightning).
To her surprise, he didn’t find her concerns repulsive. In fact, he seemed to be rather understanding of them. Later that moon, she and other cats were brought before Minnowstar, and was forced to pledge he’d undying loyalty to her. It was a lie, of course, as she was incredibly conflicted about the whole thing, but fortunately, there was no time for her to be looked at with scrutiny.
LichenClan was attacked by cats from all factions soon after this meeting. Rebels from LichenClan, RedwoodClan, ThistleClan, and the Tunnel cats all struck at once. Emberscorch, still incredibly conflicted, retreated to the tunnels. That was where she encountered Hemlockheart and Nightclaw (rain).
It was in the darkness of the tunnels that Emberscorch finally realized what had been happening. She finally realized who the Dark Forest was truly speaking to. And so, she turned to Hemlockheart, now named Yarrow, and decided to follow him.
She later broke off after spotting the molly she thought she had killed facing off against Falconfire and his mate. Realizing that this was her chance to redeem herself, she jumped into the battle, defending Silkfeather and fighting her former friend.
By the time the battle was over, Minnowstar was dead and Yarrowstar and Quickstrike had risen to power.
After that, Emberscorch fell into a depression. Fortunately for her, Nightclaw came and spoke with her. His words, while not enough to completely pull her out of her slump, did help. As did her confession a moon later.
A moon after that, she was given Ghostpaw (Egotistic) as an apprentice. A few days after that, she was invited by Yarrowstar to join the newly formed council. She agreed, although still skeptical that she deserved the honor.
A moon later, a massive flood sent the clan to the Birch Forest. She mourned the loss of her apprentice’s mother with him, doing her best to balance her responsibilities helping the clan with spending time with him.
Eventually, Yarrowstar called the first council meeting, where she found herself checking to make sure the camp was safe to return to. She also learned of a troubling vision that the medicine cat, Briarfall (Raven~) had received.
The clan quickly returned to camp after this, and life returned to normal. Ghostpaw eventually earned his full name, Ghostface, and a moon later, she was given Hemlockpaw (Kazuko) as an apprentice. Mere days later, Briarfall went missing, and she was put on a search patrol. Unfortunately, she found nothing.
Soon after that, she was practically forced to go to the newly named Lilacmist (lightning) to help her deal with the growing pain in her joints.
Later in leaf-bare, the council is called again, and it is determined that the MoonCave should be put under surveillance due to Briarfall’s ominous warning.
Two moons later, Quickstrike, Lavendermist, and Yarrowstar go to try to find Briarfall. It is during this patrol that Yarrowstar goes missing yet again. Quickstrike announces it to the clan, and during this, Emberscorch decides to offer to assist with deputy duties.
She helped out for about a moon until the decision was made for Quickstrike to go to the Lagoon to get his nine lives. She was chosen to accompany him and Lilacmist, and, to the horror of both of them, when they got there, the medicine cat was dead.
Horrified, Emberscorch sat and stood guard as Quickstrike spoke to StarClan. During this, she watched as the Lagoon first lit up before being consumed by darkness, solidifying her support in the closing of the tunnels.
After leaving the darkness, she learned that Quickstrike had gained his nine lives, becoming Quickstar. And then, to her shock, she was named deputy to LichenClan. A position she accepted with little hesitation.
The next moon, she met with the rest of the council, and the controversial decision was made to force non nursing queens to patrol.
This was a rule she made sure to enforce, even taking the aging Caveflower out on patrol, a decision that led to the elderly molly falling from the cliff.
Currently, she’s doing her best to be a good deputy, though the looming threat of the tunnels is causing her a good amount of anxiety.
