Sycamorebloom | She-Cat | Warrior of LichenClan
May 28, 2022 17:17:07 GMT -6
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sycamorebloom
lichenclan
a long-haired diluted mackerel molly with golden eyes.
warrior
she-cat
thirty moons
Appearance
The she-cat has a lean, elongated physique, with woolly and velutinous fur. Sycamorebloom is a relatively large she-cat, standing at merely ten inches and eleven inches in length, possessing the genetics of lilac pigmentation, patched with ginger fur on the left side of her neck and shoulder, followed by a smaller faded area on the right side. There is also a faded creamy orange pigment in his nape and the backside of her hindquarters. There are general areas of this pastel-like orange throughout her fur, especially on the bottom side of her feathery tail and heels. Sycamorebloom's pelage is very velutinous and silky, providing warmth throughout each season. She sheds off the layers in the warmer seasons, giving her physique less dimension.
Sycamorebloom's undercoat is most likely silvery-white, covered in atramentous classic mackerel markings. The molly possesses a beauteous facade, with a muscular figure beneath all that fur. The creamy streak on her nose to her forehead creates a dynamic structure between the lower jaw and the ears. Sycamorebloom's long, lynx-tufted auditories pull together her countenance alongside her beautiful golden-yellow visionaries. There is a bit of white all through the damsel's pelt, most noticeable on her throat and chest, extending to her underbelly. She has very large white paws, with deadly sharp talons buried within them.
Sycamorebloom's undercoat is most likely silvery-white, covered in atramentous classic mackerel markings. The molly possesses a beauteous facade, with a muscular figure beneath all that fur. The creamy streak on her nose to her forehead creates a dynamic structure between the lower jaw and the ears. Sycamorebloom's long, lynx-tufted auditories pull together her countenance alongside her beautiful golden-yellow visionaries. There is a bit of white all through the damsel's pelt, most noticeable on her throat and chest, extending to her underbelly. She has very large white paws, with deadly sharp talons buried within them.
Personality
Positive Traits: Benevolent, Dignified, Self-Critical, Systematic, Loyal, Vigilant
Negative Traits: Confidential, Unfathomable, Cynical, Solitary, Unpretentious, Zany
Sycamorebloom is a well-rounded warrior, displaying a genuine demeanor with thoughtful vocalizations and occasional advice. As much as Sycamorebloom would prefer not to communicate with others, she is very benevolent and never turns down a conversation. She wouldn't want to disappoint anyone, portraying cordiality and empathy. The enormous she-cat was deemed dignified, possessing a composed disposition, whereas most cats respected her loyalty toward the Clan and those within. Sycamorebloom has matured since her kit-hood and apprenticeship, as she'd formally been a discourteous, arrogant mouse-brain. As she aged through his training, the molly's mentor pronounced her a self-critical bachelor. Sycamorebloom has worked very hard to recognize her mistakes, physically and mentally. Eventually achieving an intense passion for her responsibilities. Sycamorebloom has a clear head, pursued by a systematic mindset, and strategically aligns her objectives and direction before settling her actions. If there's no methodical structure to her intent, making it very problematic for the bachelorette to follow through.
There's no doubt that Sycamorebloom illustrates a loyal persona, considering she will invariably settle behind her Clan. Interestingly, Sycamorebloom occasionally doesn't appear trustworthy regarding her confidential moments. If there's anyone an individual could disclose a secret to, consider Sycamorebloom. No matter the unknown, the she-cat rigorously believes she must preserve it. While never turning anyone down, Sycamorebloom is rigidly cynical, skeptical of just about everyone. Unfortunately, Sycamorebloom has commitment issues in both relationships and friendships. Due to such an intense and intimidating aura, her deathly silence could transpire to the opposition that Sycamorebloom is relatively unfathomable as it's contesting to depict what's going through her mind. It's not feasible that multiple would be capable of reaching into the depths of Sycamorebloom's intellect, considering she's practically secured off.
History
Kithood:
Sycamorekit was birthed from two matured warriors, who were approximately forty moons when they'd had Scyamorekit, Blazingkit, and Driftkit. Her mother chose her name after the white sycamore, which is the color white, with darker pigmented bark etched in the alabaster tree. She hadn't been enthusiastic about becoming an apprentice, portraying disinterest.
Even less, she showed adequately no care to become a warrior. Though little did she know, her future mentor would challenge her. Eventually, it was a few days before her apprenticeship, as she was reaching around six moons then. Scyamorekit would complain to her affectionate, supportive mother that she hadn't felt prepared or desired to live this lifestyle. Her mother consoled her with a few gentle licks atop her head, followed by, "I know you're probably scared, nervous, unprepared...but we all must for our survival, my dear Scyamorekit," A warm smile caressed Kestrelrain's countenance, "You will do incredible, without a doubt, becoming a warrior is such an honorable experience." The molly concluded, the diminutive kit nuzzling into the Queen's neck.
Around the time of the kits' birth, LichenClan and RedwoodClan had been quarreling. The war was a bloodbath, and detecting her father would return some days with fresh wounds, where the medicine cat quickly delivered medical attention. She despised these days, feeling like there was no antidote to these melancholic emotions. Scyamorekit was cognizant of the war, as her mother had presented her reasonable explanations. Protection of the Queens wasn't seamless, as it was a challenge to preserve the elders and queens. It was moons before the war between LichenClan and RedwoodClan came to a halt, for now. Though, it wasn't too long before Minnowstar launched an attack on RedwoodClan with numerous skilled LichenClanners, taking out warriors the adversary clan attempted to shelter.
Adolescence:
The she-cat's apprenticeship would take a tremendous shift as the moons persisted. Before she knew it, her first training session was about to commence, meeting Stonegaze at the camp's entrance. Many emotions washed over the apprentice, dreading this session with Stonegaze. He was treacherous and bore zero limits. Scyamorepaw had excellent parents who consistently encouraged her to become a dutiful and respectable warrior, but she still didn't know what to expect. Scyamorepaw felt alleviated that he cared to know his apprentice, soothed by his gentle vocalizations. Was Stonegaze that bad? He didn't have to find out today, but possibly another day. Stonegaze's last apprentice was more uncomplicated to train, though the mentor remained inflexible and made sure to hit every skill, adding extra hours to training. However, Stonegaze was shocked to hear Scyamorepaw didn't intend to become a talented warrior. She wanted nothing to do with this lifestyle.
Stonegaze didn't press the circumstances, as the mentor believed she could convince Scyamorepaw that this was a wonderful life. Scyamorepaw was satisfied that Stonegaze didn't attempt to compel her beliefs, relieved that he wasn't as blunt as numerous deemed to portray him. There were multiple dexterities Scyamorepaw must retain and succeed. During the lesson, Stonegaze was intense, pushing Scyamorepaw to her limits, feeling the exhilaration as he scrutinized the apprentice and supervised. Scyamorepaw was no longer gleeful, understanding what others meant by Stonegaze's intense, commanding persona, as displayed during sessions. The apprentice frequently felt depleted, sleeping when attainable.
The lectures pressed on, Stonegaze eventually permitting the molly to acquire an interlude, giving her about two days between each session when she reached eight moons. Her first two and a half moons were fatiguing and an absolute adrenaline rush. Stonegaze observed that Sycamorepaw's predominant skill succeeded in combat, followed by rapid swimming and climbing mastery. Interestingly, Scyamorepaw couldn't entirely hunt sufficiently, though she had an extraordinary nose, tracking down unfamiliar cats, other mammals, and prey. Her disinterest was hunting, even though she needed to eat to survive. There were many patrols Scyamorepaw assisted in exiling unwelcomed loners and rogues, gaining a well-rounded reputation.
With everything Stonegaze exemplified, Scyamorepaw made sure to remember the information he'd taught her and allowed her to practice. Another few moons passed, and Scyamorepaw had combined training sessions now and then with her brother Blazingpaw and his mentor. With very contrasting personalities, the two siblings had been relatively competitive; thankfully, they maintained an adequate association. The two would pride each other, glorifying their dexterities and providing advice, even after mentors had. At first, Scyamorepaw displayed no respect nor care regarding eventually becoming a warrior, but now she prospered and permanently desired to exhibit improvement. Scyamorepaw used to be uptight concerning any of what she was accomplishing now, scornful of himself for how far she's come.
Sycamorepaw was finally coming in tune with the clan's lifestyle, having to eradicate the dignity of her mere hatred for how everything operated. The regulations were incoherent, but she eventually began to grasp the concept. The youthful feline recalled Minnowstar technically kidnapping one of ThistleClan's warriors, Slatestep as a prisoner, who actually liked LichenClan. It was as if the tom wanted to join, though Minnowstar wouldn't allow him to become an official LichenClanner. She didn't keep in line with the gossip too much, finding it relatively boorish and unsettling. Sycamorepaw didn't agree much with everything going on, developing a substantial distaste for Minnowstar's routine of authority.
The upcoming night was the most eventful, disturbing day of her life. Duskmane and Kestrelrain had wanted to take their growing apprentices on a stroll, excusing it as a nightly patrol, bringing along two fellow warriors who departed ways. It wasn't long into the conversation that Scyamorepaw spoke, brows furrowing out of concern, "Coyote..." Scyamorepaw murmured, skimming the surroundings, "I smell a coyote. We could be in danger." Her vocals were slightly panicked, her parents quickly enveloping their children out of protection.
"It knows we're here. We must move quickly, Driftkit; go get the others," Kestrelrain communicated sternly, her gaze shifting toward Scyamorepaw, waterworks seeping from her visionaries. She was unbelievably proud of her daughter. "Scyamorepaw, you're amazing. He's not close yet, but he's coming. Your talent in tracking is otherworldly." With a tense smile, she faced forward as Duskmane covered the backside. Blazingpaw and Scyamorepaw monitoring the opposing sides, the felines huddled in a circular positioning, rearing to one another.
"Dad, watch!" Before Duskmane knew it, the coyote launched from the shrubbery, grappling Duskmane around the nape. Duskmane was large but didn't surpass Kestrelrain's size, perhaps why the coyote headed for Duskmane first. Blood instantly spilled, the older warrior yowling in agony as the coyote's grip fastened. It was petrifying. Scyamorepaw took a sharp inhale as both apprentices froze for a moment. They hadn't experienced anything like this before. Scyamorepaw quickly scrambled to a defensive position, watching the coyote vigorously shake her father. It was brutal. It took a lot of mustering up the courage to attack, eventually making her move. "Blazingpaw, get the flank. I'll go for the top, mom; you get the other flank!" She authorized the situation, astonished by the words coming out of her maw. Scyamorepaw pivoted on her foundations, lunging at an inclination up the tree, propelling herself up the trunk with powerful hindquarters, talons grasping the bark, assisting in the fluid movement toward an elevated, thick branch.
Dropping Duskmane, the coyote veered toward Kestrelrain, who attempted to weave around the coyote; meanwhile, Blazingpaw headed for the flank. Kestrelrain swallowed thickly, petrified, although she pressed on and lunged, getting trapped between the coyote's jaws. Within seconds, Scyamorepaw reached a large branch to preserve her weight. She'd been targetting the coyote's backside from overhead, shifting her weight as she dropped from above. Scyamorepaw had unsheathed her lengthy grapnels, gripping the coyote's flesh as she wrapped his mandibles along her nape, sinking her teeth in. The coyote released a limp physique, meaning both of her parents were killed. Feeling blood ripple from the coyote, she felt somewhat accomplished, unprepared to discover her parents were no longer alive. Blazingpaw had used his forepaws to strike and slash the coyote's flank, soon joined by Driftpaw and the other two warriors from earlier. Scyamorepaw tugged upright, angling her neck slightly to lacerate the skin while being struck by four other felines. It was five against one, and the coyote was giving in. Yelps escaped the canine's mandibles, eventually escaping the warriors' wrath and sprinting deep into the forest. The three apprentices quickly dashed to their parents, falling to the ground as they observed the lifeless cadavers. The lacerations ran deep, leading to a brisk, primarily painless death. The two warriors consoled the apprentices, guiding them back to camp with little to no goodbye. It was disheartening, particularly for Scyamorepaw. The warrior she looked up to most was gone. Her mother, Kestrelrain, was no longer there to give her advice and push her through.
Sycamorepaw attempted to avoid the dishing between fellow clanmates, occasionally being dragged into conversations between apprentices around her age. Some apprentices appeared to admire Minnowstar's leadership, while others didn't, like Sycamorepaw, who despised Minnowstar's strange plans. She didn't comprehend what thoughts might have gone through LichenClan's leader, wondering if Hemlockheart would make it to display his new reign. Though, as the time carried on, LichenClan's dawn patrol discovered Hemlockheart's and Nightclaw's blood and fur scattered across the terrain within the depths of LichenClan, pronounced dead on the scene. Unfortunately, Bristlefur wasn't much different, disappointment shrouding Scyamorepaw. She felt nearly ashamed to be a part of LichenClan, due to the constant attacks Minnowstar embarked on.
From there on out, Scyamorepaw became more distant. That night, they mourned the death of two marvelous warriors, Duskmane and Kestrelrain. The she-cat's siblings, alongside herself, had their upcoming warrior ceremony. Stonegaze quickly stepped up, obviously conscious of the deaths, and took the three youthful warriors in as his own.
Adulthood:
Sycamorebloom was grateful she'd become a warrior, but every day was a challenge for her, missing her parents day by night. Stonegaze assisted the three siblings with their mentality, pushing them to strive and cherish the memories that they made with them. There wasn't a day that Sycamorebloom didn't think about all the gracious conversations she enclosed with Kestrelrain. His siblings had a better relationship with their father than their mother but wished both didn't go so soon. After several moons, she had recollected himself, though never reverted to his social perspective. Scyamorebloom was a solitary warrior.
The warrior was young and had a prolonged life ahead of her as a warrior. She hoped to make her parents proud, finally able to convince herself they would admire her from above in StarClan. They were still there, even if she couldn't physically see them. Into her warriorhood, Scyamorebloom felt practically forced into battle, despite the sufferings she harbored, feeling as though she couldn't maintain herself. The young warrior had overwhelming emotions after the death of her parents not too many moons ago. Scyamorebloom remains a bystander, contemplating what's going to happen, regarding the warriors who've been called out and punished, or even exiled for their intentions against Minnowstar. Why was she doing this and what may be against Minnowstar and her menacing essence.
Sycamorekit was birthed from two matured warriors, who were approximately forty moons when they'd had Scyamorekit, Blazingkit, and Driftkit. Her mother chose her name after the white sycamore, which is the color white, with darker pigmented bark etched in the alabaster tree. She hadn't been enthusiastic about becoming an apprentice, portraying disinterest.
Even less, she showed adequately no care to become a warrior. Though little did she know, her future mentor would challenge her. Eventually, it was a few days before her apprenticeship, as she was reaching around six moons then. Scyamorekit would complain to her affectionate, supportive mother that she hadn't felt prepared or desired to live this lifestyle. Her mother consoled her with a few gentle licks atop her head, followed by, "I know you're probably scared, nervous, unprepared...but we all must for our survival, my dear Scyamorekit," A warm smile caressed Kestrelrain's countenance, "You will do incredible, without a doubt, becoming a warrior is such an honorable experience." The molly concluded, the diminutive kit nuzzling into the Queen's neck.
Around the time of the kits' birth, LichenClan and RedwoodClan had been quarreling. The war was a bloodbath, and detecting her father would return some days with fresh wounds, where the medicine cat quickly delivered medical attention. She despised these days, feeling like there was no antidote to these melancholic emotions. Scyamorekit was cognizant of the war, as her mother had presented her reasonable explanations. Protection of the Queens wasn't seamless, as it was a challenge to preserve the elders and queens. It was moons before the war between LichenClan and RedwoodClan came to a halt, for now. Though, it wasn't too long before Minnowstar launched an attack on RedwoodClan with numerous skilled LichenClanners, taking out warriors the adversary clan attempted to shelter.
Adolescence:
The she-cat's apprenticeship would take a tremendous shift as the moons persisted. Before she knew it, her first training session was about to commence, meeting Stonegaze at the camp's entrance. Many emotions washed over the apprentice, dreading this session with Stonegaze. He was treacherous and bore zero limits. Scyamorepaw had excellent parents who consistently encouraged her to become a dutiful and respectable warrior, but she still didn't know what to expect. Scyamorepaw felt alleviated that he cared to know his apprentice, soothed by his gentle vocalizations. Was Stonegaze that bad? He didn't have to find out today, but possibly another day. Stonegaze's last apprentice was more uncomplicated to train, though the mentor remained inflexible and made sure to hit every skill, adding extra hours to training. However, Stonegaze was shocked to hear Scyamorepaw didn't intend to become a talented warrior. She wanted nothing to do with this lifestyle.
Stonegaze didn't press the circumstances, as the mentor believed she could convince Scyamorepaw that this was a wonderful life. Scyamorepaw was satisfied that Stonegaze didn't attempt to compel her beliefs, relieved that he wasn't as blunt as numerous deemed to portray him. There were multiple dexterities Scyamorepaw must retain and succeed. During the lesson, Stonegaze was intense, pushing Scyamorepaw to her limits, feeling the exhilaration as he scrutinized the apprentice and supervised. Scyamorepaw was no longer gleeful, understanding what others meant by Stonegaze's intense, commanding persona, as displayed during sessions. The apprentice frequently felt depleted, sleeping when attainable.
The lectures pressed on, Stonegaze eventually permitting the molly to acquire an interlude, giving her about two days between each session when she reached eight moons. Her first two and a half moons were fatiguing and an absolute adrenaline rush. Stonegaze observed that Sycamorepaw's predominant skill succeeded in combat, followed by rapid swimming and climbing mastery. Interestingly, Scyamorepaw couldn't entirely hunt sufficiently, though she had an extraordinary nose, tracking down unfamiliar cats, other mammals, and prey. Her disinterest was hunting, even though she needed to eat to survive. There were many patrols Scyamorepaw assisted in exiling unwelcomed loners and rogues, gaining a well-rounded reputation.
With everything Stonegaze exemplified, Scyamorepaw made sure to remember the information he'd taught her and allowed her to practice. Another few moons passed, and Scyamorepaw had combined training sessions now and then with her brother Blazingpaw and his mentor. With very contrasting personalities, the two siblings had been relatively competitive; thankfully, they maintained an adequate association. The two would pride each other, glorifying their dexterities and providing advice, even after mentors had. At first, Scyamorepaw displayed no respect nor care regarding eventually becoming a warrior, but now she prospered and permanently desired to exhibit improvement. Scyamorepaw used to be uptight concerning any of what she was accomplishing now, scornful of himself for how far she's come.
Sycamorepaw was finally coming in tune with the clan's lifestyle, having to eradicate the dignity of her mere hatred for how everything operated. The regulations were incoherent, but she eventually began to grasp the concept. The youthful feline recalled Minnowstar technically kidnapping one of ThistleClan's warriors, Slatestep as a prisoner, who actually liked LichenClan. It was as if the tom wanted to join, though Minnowstar wouldn't allow him to become an official LichenClanner. She didn't keep in line with the gossip too much, finding it relatively boorish and unsettling. Sycamorepaw didn't agree much with everything going on, developing a substantial distaste for Minnowstar's routine of authority.
The upcoming night was the most eventful, disturbing day of her life. Duskmane and Kestrelrain had wanted to take their growing apprentices on a stroll, excusing it as a nightly patrol, bringing along two fellow warriors who departed ways. It wasn't long into the conversation that Scyamorepaw spoke, brows furrowing out of concern, "Coyote..." Scyamorepaw murmured, skimming the surroundings, "I smell a coyote. We could be in danger." Her vocals were slightly panicked, her parents quickly enveloping their children out of protection.
"It knows we're here. We must move quickly, Driftkit; go get the others," Kestrelrain communicated sternly, her gaze shifting toward Scyamorepaw, waterworks seeping from her visionaries. She was unbelievably proud of her daughter. "Scyamorepaw, you're amazing. He's not close yet, but he's coming. Your talent in tracking is otherworldly." With a tense smile, she faced forward as Duskmane covered the backside. Blazingpaw and Scyamorepaw monitoring the opposing sides, the felines huddled in a circular positioning, rearing to one another.
"Dad, watch!" Before Duskmane knew it, the coyote launched from the shrubbery, grappling Duskmane around the nape. Duskmane was large but didn't surpass Kestrelrain's size, perhaps why the coyote headed for Duskmane first. Blood instantly spilled, the older warrior yowling in agony as the coyote's grip fastened. It was petrifying. Scyamorepaw took a sharp inhale as both apprentices froze for a moment. They hadn't experienced anything like this before. Scyamorepaw quickly scrambled to a defensive position, watching the coyote vigorously shake her father. It was brutal. It took a lot of mustering up the courage to attack, eventually making her move. "Blazingpaw, get the flank. I'll go for the top, mom; you get the other flank!" She authorized the situation, astonished by the words coming out of her maw. Scyamorepaw pivoted on her foundations, lunging at an inclination up the tree, propelling herself up the trunk with powerful hindquarters, talons grasping the bark, assisting in the fluid movement toward an elevated, thick branch.
Dropping Duskmane, the coyote veered toward Kestrelrain, who attempted to weave around the coyote; meanwhile, Blazingpaw headed for the flank. Kestrelrain swallowed thickly, petrified, although she pressed on and lunged, getting trapped between the coyote's jaws. Within seconds, Scyamorepaw reached a large branch to preserve her weight. She'd been targetting the coyote's backside from overhead, shifting her weight as she dropped from above. Scyamorepaw had unsheathed her lengthy grapnels, gripping the coyote's flesh as she wrapped his mandibles along her nape, sinking her teeth in. The coyote released a limp physique, meaning both of her parents were killed. Feeling blood ripple from the coyote, she felt somewhat accomplished, unprepared to discover her parents were no longer alive. Blazingpaw had used his forepaws to strike and slash the coyote's flank, soon joined by Driftpaw and the other two warriors from earlier. Scyamorepaw tugged upright, angling her neck slightly to lacerate the skin while being struck by four other felines. It was five against one, and the coyote was giving in. Yelps escaped the canine's mandibles, eventually escaping the warriors' wrath and sprinting deep into the forest. The three apprentices quickly dashed to their parents, falling to the ground as they observed the lifeless cadavers. The lacerations ran deep, leading to a brisk, primarily painless death. The two warriors consoled the apprentices, guiding them back to camp with little to no goodbye. It was disheartening, particularly for Scyamorepaw. The warrior she looked up to most was gone. Her mother, Kestrelrain, was no longer there to give her advice and push her through.
Sycamorepaw attempted to avoid the dishing between fellow clanmates, occasionally being dragged into conversations between apprentices around her age. Some apprentices appeared to admire Minnowstar's leadership, while others didn't, like Sycamorepaw, who despised Minnowstar's strange plans. She didn't comprehend what thoughts might have gone through LichenClan's leader, wondering if Hemlockheart would make it to display his new reign. Though, as the time carried on, LichenClan's dawn patrol discovered Hemlockheart's and Nightclaw's blood and fur scattered across the terrain within the depths of LichenClan, pronounced dead on the scene. Unfortunately, Bristlefur wasn't much different, disappointment shrouding Scyamorepaw. She felt nearly ashamed to be a part of LichenClan, due to the constant attacks Minnowstar embarked on.
From there on out, Scyamorepaw became more distant. That night, they mourned the death of two marvelous warriors, Duskmane and Kestrelrain. The she-cat's siblings, alongside herself, had their upcoming warrior ceremony. Stonegaze quickly stepped up, obviously conscious of the deaths, and took the three youthful warriors in as his own.
Adulthood:
Sycamorebloom was grateful she'd become a warrior, but every day was a challenge for her, missing her parents day by night. Stonegaze assisted the three siblings with their mentality, pushing them to strive and cherish the memories that they made with them. There wasn't a day that Sycamorebloom didn't think about all the gracious conversations she enclosed with Kestrelrain. His siblings had a better relationship with their father than their mother but wished both didn't go so soon. After several moons, she had recollected himself, though never reverted to his social perspective. Scyamorebloom was a solitary warrior.
The warrior was young and had a prolonged life ahead of her as a warrior. She hoped to make her parents proud, finally able to convince herself they would admire her from above in StarClan. They were still there, even if she couldn't physically see them. Into her warriorhood, Scyamorebloom felt practically forced into battle, despite the sufferings she harbored, feeling as though she couldn't maintain herself. The young warrior had overwhelming emotions after the death of her parents not too many moons ago. Scyamorebloom remains a bystander, contemplating what's going to happen, regarding the warriors who've been called out and punished, or even exiled for their intentions against Minnowstar. Why was she doing this and what may be against Minnowstar and her menacing essence.
