VioletSKY

RedwoodClan

blue and white classic tabby she-cat with amber eyes

Standing only nine inches at the shoulder, Violetsky totters happily among giants. Most of her clan-mates, including her parents and siblings, tower over her, despite her unremarkably average height. She is simply small for a RedwoodClan warrior, which only delights her and her rose-colored view of the island.

Built compactly and with defined muscles, Violetsky exudes strength, though perhaps unconventionally. Her body is covered in a soft layer of fat, giving her a much rounder appearance than her peers. Inheriting her father's physique, Violetsky bears a friendly and welcoming presence, which is only exacerbated by her bubbly personality. But under her soft plush pelt, lies a well-trained warrior who can pack a powerful punch.

The color of her mother, Violetsky wears a blue pelt wrapped in large, captivating classic tabby stripes. They rope around her flank in a darker shade of slate. Not without her father's influence, Violetsky also bears notable white-spotting, particularly on the undersides of her pelt. From her muzzle to her underbelly, she is alabaster in color. Her front paws display the same hue, as do her hind-legs up to her hocks. Delightfully, the very tippy top of her tail is also white.

As the rest of her, Violesky's face is charmingly round and amiable. She has a circular visage with a small defined muzzle. Her nose is a dark rose color and long white whiskers trail from her maws. Violetsky has slightly, comically large ears for her frame, giving her a permanent kitten-like appearance. Her eyes are large and round and sparkle like the setting sun, a rich amber in color.

Wielding a positive perspective on life, Violetsky has a knack for always finding the silver lining, no matter the situation. Perhaps due to the kindness of both of her parents or their gentle rearing, Violetsky is stubbornly optimistic, even when skies are gray and dreary. When a den-mate sees rain, Violetsky sees a brighter tomorrow. She is endearingly sociable and enjoys learning about her den-mates. Playful and friendly, Violetsky wants to make friends with whoever she meets. Conversation comes naturally to her, never at loss for what to say.

Seeing everyone as a friend, however, limits the depths of her relationships. She is noncommittal, and very few of her den-mates hear about Violetsky's personal thoughts or feelings. Her optimism and desire to help others circumvents her own emotions and needs, and she struggles talking about herself or choosing to be selfish, even when it's good for her. Her empathy teeters into sensitivity. A frequent crier, Violetsky can feel others' emotions very easily, which can be draining, even if she refuses to admit it.

A daughter of Finchstar and Pebblefoot, she is an unusual thinker, boasting a rather creative mind. Violetsky is original, always wanting to trod down the path less traveled than follow the crowd. However, her creativity can border on whimsy and the fantastical. Her head may wander in the clouds from time to time. It makes her inventive and unique, compared to some of her den-mates, but also perhaps challenging for her peers if they're trying to reason with her or get her to return to earth and face reality.

Violetsky is not the most practical thinker, and her naivety can get the best of her. Wanting to believe in the best of others may lead her into exhausting and trying relationships and situations if she doesn't learn to navigate them. She can also be off-putting to her den-mates, some finding her oddball quirks eccentric or weird. It is not unusual to find Violetsky humming or talking to herself in camp, and she flounders when others require her to be serious.

Finchstar and Pebblefoot's romance was not one of young, reckless love, nor was it moons of pining and torment. They were simply friends for a very long time, having known each other since kithood. Pebblefoot's mother, Heatherstar, took the young and nervous Finchpaw as her apprentice, and their paths were forever intertwined.

It was not until their later moons did they finally begin to see each other in a different light, one of romance and passion. After spending a night together during a raging and dangerous snowstorm, their relationship blossomed into mates, and they found themselves expecting kits.

On the precipice of green-leaf, Pebblefoot gave birth to a healthy litter of our, two tom and two she-cats: Acornkit, Parselykit, Thymekit, and Violetkit. Born into a loving and supporting family, Violetkit knew nothing but the care and kindness of her parents and siblings. She grew up with a fond love of stories, often engaging with themself her, whether creating them or acting them out.

As a kit, the dangers of the island were only tall tales. With not a lick of fear within her, Violetkit often sneaked out of camp, much to the chagrin of her parents. Adventure called to her—as did her overactive imagination. Her sister, Thymekit, was her closest companion, which followed her into apprenticeship.

At six moons old and on the lip of leaf-bare, Violetpaw found herself assigned to the courageous Tigerpool, RedwoodClan's deputy. Perhaps another kit would've been frightened of the massive, battle-torn tom, but Violetpaw wanted nothing more than to make him proud. They trained tirelessly together, often sparring late into the waning leaf-bare light. Tigerpool was determined to hone Violetpaw into an exceptional fighter, despite her smaller size and especially as tensions heated at the border.

Shortly after becoming a 'paw,' Violetpaw attended her first Gathering and met a rather, handsome LichenClan apprentice named Pantherpaw. Drawn to one another, they spent the Gathering chatting and sharing gifts. They parted once the announcements started, thought not without admitting they thought the other one was "cute." Violetpaw returned home with a burgeoning crush, unable to stop thinking about the tom. Though it became an after thought because she was selected to train in the tunnels with the cats who lived there.

She spent a moon with the tunnel cats learning about the island's history and StarClan. Friendly and amiable, she quickly made friends with her other scholars, Swiftpaw from LichenClan and Scream from the Tribe. Violetpaw left the experience with a deeper understanding of her home, and an even deeper determination to defend it and the peace her father fought for against Minnowstar's tyranny.

A couple moons into her apprenticeship, a territory dispute broke out between RedwoodClan and ThistleClan, which quickly erupted into bloody battle. The reality of war, however, did little to break Violetpaw's spirit. It sharpened her to the island, but it did not wear her down. She became more determined than ever to earn her warrior name and make RedwoodClan proud.

However, tragedy stuck her family around her tenth moon. While out training with his mentor, her brother, Acornpaw, fell out of a Redwood tree and sustained a serious head injury. Violetpaw visited him frequently in the medicine cat's den, among her other family members, but to her great dismay, she quickly discovered he had developed memory issues, an injury very few medicine cats had dealt with before.

Suspended from his training, Violetpaw vowed to continue trying to help her brother, even if he couldn't remember her name most days.

Around her twelfth moon, ThistleClan attacked RedwoodClan at the border. Their Clans engaged in a gruesome battle all night. Trapped in camp, Violetpaw didn't know the outcome until Finchstar returned the following morning, her father all torn and bloody. Firfoot, ThistleClan's deputy, had ripped out his throat and taken one of his lives. Tigerpool wasn't able to help because a group of rogues attacked him.

A fierce determination within her, Violetpaw dove headfirst into her training and emerged a moon later bearing her warrior name at thirteen moons old: Violetsky.