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A dilute torbie and white she-cat with amber eyes. She has a round face with a fringe of hair at the top, and has a small bob for a tail. Everything about them is round and stocky, save for her ears, which are oversized and pointed at the tips. They often carry around a pack for thm to carry the supplies she's gathered for her crafting.
- The pack she carries around is not attached to her, and has one pouch on each side!
- Their fur is usually well-kept, and tends not to stick up randomly
- Her cheek fur aids in rounding out her face and points downwards
- She has thick, large paws and short legs!
- You don't have to be 100% accurate with her tabby stripes; as long as you have the swirly bit on her butt and her stripes are in the same general location, you're good!
+Creative+
The reason she became a crafter. Echobloom can see beauty in the mundane, and always has a project or two they're working on!
+Sisterly+
It doesn't take much for this cat to start looking out for you. They'll make you things to help make your life easier, and give you tips and advice on whatever's troubling you.
+Dependable+
Even if she curses at herself for agreeing to it; if they say they'd do something, they'll do it.
-Defensive-
Any criticisms towards themself, they tend to take personally. And if you question their half-clan heritage as a bad thin? You're dead to her.
-Stubborn-
Once she sets her mind to something, there's no changing it.
-Bitter-
About anything involving her past. She's bitter that she was thrown into an affair she had no say in, she's bitter it put a mark on her, and she's bitter she never got to meet her father formally.
- That satisfied feeling of completing something
- Rabbit
- Twoleg things; they're so weird and great inspiration!
- Cats arguing her worth as a half-Clan cat
- Swimming
- Being made fun of for her size
{Kithood}
Echokit was born to her mother, Bronzestar, alongside Tigerkit and Flowerkit. As a kitten, she was told her only sibling was Flowerkit; and she believed her, although it never seemed completely right. She grew up wondering who her father was, but had a happy childhood, for the most part. She played alongside her sister and dreamed of the day she would become a warrior.
{Apprenticeship}
Echopaw became apprenticed to Quakestep; an old, gruff crafter who, at first, seemed like he wanted nothing to do with her. Echopaw couldn't believe it; why would her mother give her such a crotchety old coot to train her? Sure, Hawthorn didn't have many crafters, but...
Within a couple of moons, however, Echopaw had grown accustomed to her old mentor, and when she crafted something for his old knee that kept giving out, he saw her in a better light. She proved her mettle as a capable crafter, and Quakestep loved nothing more than to give her the weirdest things to make trinkets and accessories out of. They had a sort of vitriolic mentor-apprenticesip; while they joked about hating each other, it was clear they were close.
Her world shook when her mother stepped in front of the Clan to make an announcement; she had had an affair with Tide's leader, Smokestar. Echopaw and Flowerpaw were not Hawthorn cats; not really. They were half TideClan, and Bronzestar was stepping down as leader. Echopaw reeled; so that's why she never knew her father..
She hated what it meant for her; but most importantly, she hated how everyone looked at her. There was a sort of disdain and pity in the Clan's eyes towards her and her family, and she couldn't stand it. Neither could Flowerpaw; as her sister ran away to become a kittypet. She demanded to go with her mother to TideClan; to meet her father, and to get away from the stares of Hawthorn. Her most tearful good-bye was to her mentor; who gave her the little pack she carries around. She promised to visit him at gatherings, and went with her mother to a Clan she'd never seen before.
{Warriorhood}
Echopaw journeyed to TideClan to meet her father, only to find that he had perished shortly before her arrival. She was devastated, and angry; TideClan informed her it was likely a fox that had killed him. Tearfully, she asked to remain in TideClan regardless; to see the home her father had lead, and because she no longer felt like Hawthorn was her home. To her great relief, they took her in, and she finished her apprenticeship. She was given the warrior name Echobloom, with the blessing from her new leader that she would blossom into a wonderful crafter under TideClan.
She spent many moons trying to make TideClan feel like home; making things for her nest, trying to make friends, trying to fit in. It was hard; the cats of this Clan didn't seem to look down on her so heavily, but she didn't know them. How was she supposed to make friends? To this day, she still tries to make it work, and hopes one day everything will just fall into place.
Despite this all, she never felt like they truly fit in. So when TideClan's Priest, Floraldusk, gathered his followers and went to the swamp, Echobloom followed. Maybe it was part of his silver-tongued abilities, or maybe it was a chance at a new life: but Echobloom now lives with DuskClan, crafting for them.
- NOMENCLATURE
- Echo — For her quiet nature as a kit
- Bloom — For the hope that she'll bloom into a wonderful TideClan warrior
- She does not know if Flowerpaw made it safely to where she ran away to; she hopes her sister is alright.
- She's met her other sister, Tigerwing, briefly at a gathering, but does not know her very well.
Echo holds a lot of resentment towards her mother for keeping everything secret, especially her father and a whole sister, and for running away without so much as a good-bye.
She's bitter that she never formally met her father. She often wonders what kind of cat he was, and sometimes pesters the elders for stories of him to get an idea.
Close as kits. They love and miss Flower dearly, and frequently think about her; is she alright? Is she happy? She doesn't know, and that bothers them more than they'd like to admit.
She doesn't know much about Tigerwing, and therefore doesn't know how to feel about her. She hates that someone related to her can feel so much like a stranger.
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