Pineblaze 🔥

• DESCRIPTION: Black golden spotted caliby with mid white and green eyes

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Pineblaze is a firestarter and hunter. She is not very nice, and tends to be rather selfish and entitled on the best of days. She dislikes kits.

She never wanted to be a mother, but after it happened, there was little she could do to stop it- she had three small kittens mewling for her attention. Penny was a street cat, and raising kits was so far out of her plans, out of her ability. She gave them the barest of needs, but gradually her journeys out from their little alcove into the busy streets got longer and longer, until she just stopped coming back, sure the kits could fend for themselves at this point.

Two years later, Penny was picked up by a human, and trapped inside their smelly house and made to wear the itchy collar, given dry, bland food and weird, loud toys. She disliked it greatly, at first, but after being thwarted in every attempt to escape (and her instincts refusing to let her set the entire place on fire- she knew, intrinsically, that if the humans found out she was Strange, it would be Very Very bad).

Moons passed, with Penny stuck as a kittypet, and she grew to accept her fate. Food was easy, she had never felt so healthy- even if it didn't taste the same as rats she used to hunt in the alleyways. Then, one night, her human brought home another cat- one she didn't recognize, though his pelt was similar in pattern to her own, and it was obvious at first meeting that this other cat, clearly a stray picked up like she had been, knew her. Not her name, but the recognition and- oddly enough- hate in his eyes wasn't easy to mistake.

His name was Denny. He was about 2 and a half years, much younger than her, and she soon figured out that he had the same Strange fire thing she did. Denny refused to tell her where he knew her, and she couldn't figure it out, but his hostility never left, despite how he masked it in front of their human. She had a funny feeling if her fur wasn't fire-resistant, she would have woken up with a singed tail more often than not.

It was tense between her and the younger cat, but it only lasted about two moons before it broke. Their human was asleep, upstairs, and Penny was once again pestering Denny about his past, asked about her old contacts within the stray network, tried to get anything out of his frustratingly closed-lip glares. She could see that he was getting fed up, angrier and angrier, but a petty part of her kept needling him, purposefully egging him on now.

Denny snapped. The carpet beneath his paws set ablaze, and he looked at her with all the anger and vitriol a cat could muster, the fire slowly spreading as neither of them did anything to stop it.

Through hissed, hurt, words, the fire spreading higher- didn't the humans have an alarm, the smoke was getting thick quickly- Denny accused her of leaving him behind. Abandoning him and his siblings on the streets, barely 2 moons old. Penny went silent in shock, ignoring the rising smoke and the fire that licked painlessly at her paws- she hadn't even thought of her kits in years. Denny had evidently thought of her, though. He said the other two hadn't made it, he had to watch them starve next to him, alone and cold and scared and wondering where their mother went.

Penny got defensive, and their voices rose with the flames around them, neither sparing a thought for the human sleeping upstairs. When Denny sprung at her, much faster and more agile than she was, after a year as a soft kittypet, she cried out, in pain and anger and indignation- they fought, throwing flames at each other, the heat building until it started to affect even them, the smoke trapped by the roof above their heads and invading their lungs. Penny fell, wounded, lungs heaving for air, and Denny stood above her, fangs bared and eyes slitted in hatred. They stared at each other for a long moment, both panting, and then he huffed, shaking his head. You're not worth it. Get out of my sight, you useless, worthless pile of waste, before I change my mind. Never come back to the city- my friends will find you, and we will kill you, her son hissed, not looking at her- Penny watched him for a moment more, fighting back the urge to hiss something nasty right back and continue their fight (she really was in no shape to continue, she knew she wouldn't last). She turned tail and fled, running through the streets, leaving the blazing house and burning hatred of her son- her son- behind her.

The smoke left her weak, although she knew a cat without her, Strangeness would have probably died. Penny left the city, not even sure if her human she was embarrassingly soft for survived the fire, angry and hurt and not in any position to enact revenge on him, for ruining her life, for ruining her, again and again.

Penny was picked up by Moonclan, but she hasn't warmed up to most of them. Not yet. She's too focused on keeping herself angry, plotting a million ways she could return to the city and take back her old territory, make Denny see that she wasn't one to be crossed. She kept herself angry, hurting, still harboring a cough from the smoke- if she stopped, slowed down, even amongst the weird mountain cats with Stranger things, she knew she'd never stop wondering how things could have been, if she had cared more about the kits she left behind.