Chamomilebloom

Kithood [ 0 - 6 moons ] :In the beginning, everything was wonderful. Chamomilekit and her siblings were born to a Lichenmask and Foxglovethorn in EmberClan, and were adored by their mothers. Everything was peaceful in their cave home, for a few moons.

Until one day, when Coralkit had the idea to sneak out of camp, quietly where none of the older cats could hear. He had suggested it to his littermates, and Chamomilekit was adamantly against it. It was dangerous out there, wasn’t it? They could get hurt, or worse!

But when Cloverkit agreed to the plan, there was nothing Chamomilekit could do to keep them from going. So she whined, but watched them go, sticking close to Olivekit. She worried over them, every moment until they came back. And when they came back, it wasn’t good.

She didn’t know what happened, but Cloverkit was hurt, and Coralkit was shaken up, yelling something about a fox. Chamomilekit only saw the fox for a moment, eyes wide, before it was chased off by the clan’s warriors. Cloverkit had to be rushed to the medicine den, and Chamomilekit ran after, desperate to know that her brother was going to be okay.

During Cloverkit’s recovery, she refused to leave his side, wanting to keep him company. She stayed curled up by his side, at the very least comforting him, until he was allowed back out, one eye bandaged with mossy cobwebs.

In the nursery again, Chamomilekit stayed close to her brothers, worried about both of them. Her mothers grew extremely protective, but honestly, she didn’t mind all that much. She liked the sense of safety it gave, even if Coralkit made it clear that he didn’t. The family was tense, after everything that happened.

And then the camp flooded.

That night was pure chaos, panic and rising water from the stream that she had never seen before. Coralkit took the lead, and she let him, sticking close to her siblings as the older cats herded them out of camp before any of the others. She was amazed at how brave he could be despite everything, and stayed close to him, grateful that he was willing to take the lead like that.

When they were finally safe, Chamomilekit panicked; where were their mothers? She hadn’t seen them - no one had. They weren’t in the group of survivors, and the camp was fully underwater. They were gone. She drifted closer to her siblings, heartache making her paws tremble as they padded towards the twoleg cabin that would be the clan’s temporary shelter.

She relied on Coralkit to be the leader of their litter, and refused to leave the side of her siblings. It was here that she swore to keep their spirits up, be the optimist they sorely needed. She did everything she could, letting Coralkit be their protector while she cheered them up, trying to help her siblings and denmates see the brighter side of things.

Eventually, the water level went down enough to return for camp, and Chamomilekit was....lukewarm about it. She missed her parents dearly, but the litter’s apprentice ceremony was quickly approaching. It hurt, knowing they wouldn’t get to see.

A few days before they were to be apprenticed, an earthquake struck - rocks were falling on them from above, and Chamomilekit bit down her panic, instead focusing on working together with Coralkit to keep her siblings safe. She would not lose them, too.

They survived the earthquake, with losses all throughout the clan, and though her heart was still racing, the ceremony could not wait any longer. It was time for her to become an apprentice.

Apprenticeship [ 6 - 12 moons ] :Chamomilepaw was apprenticed to Newtspring, while one of her brothers, Cloverpaw, was apprenticed to her mentor's mate, Thrushbriar. Due to this, the two siblings found themselves in joint training often, something she didn't mind; even liked. She loved the opportunity to train alongside at least one of her siblings.

Not long after the litter was apprenticed, a patrol went out to investigate the Bathing Boulders. Her brother, Coralpaw, was among them, though she chose to remain home. This proved to be a smart decision on her part....and less so, for her brother. Coralpaw and the rest of the patrol were attacked by bees, most injured and some not making it at all.

Chamomilepaw spent days fussing over her brother, and in the process befriended Foxpaw, another cat who was trapped in the medicine den for injuries sustained in the earthquake. He gave her comforting words, sorely needed while she worried over her littermate, and she appreciated it.

The next moon, the festival was upon the clans, and Chamomilepaw decided to try and participate in a couple of the contests. Despite trying her best, she did miserably in the swimming competition, coming out of the water soaked and miserable. Though Thrushbriar tried to soothe her concerns, promising to focus on swimming during the next joint training session, she still felt her heart sting with embarassment.

Later, she went to go take part in the tracking contest, and thankfully she found her confidence in being able to track other cats. She always took pride in her hunting and tracking abilities, especially over the moon of training she had. Though she didn't win, she did find someone, and that lifted her spirits, remembering there were some things she was good at.

Chamomilepaw spent the next few moons practicing her hunting whenever she could, enjoying practicing tracking most of all. She volunteered for as many hunting patrols as she could, while sticking close to the other apprentices in the den. She even managed to talk about hunting techniques with Windypaw, enjoying spending time around the silver cat.

And then the quest cats came back.

They were hurt, bad, rushed off to the medicine den for treatment after some hurried naming ceremonies. Chamomilepaw was immediately worried for them, not knowing what had happened. She knew they'd brought some strangers with them, knew something bad had happened, but she didn't know the details. It worried her. What was going to happen?

The rest of her apprenticeship passed by in a blur, and the next thing she knew, she was being named a warrior. All her training had paid off, and maybe, just maybe, she could help keep her clan safe.

Warriorhood [ 12 - present moons ] :As the naming ceremony came and went, Chamomilebloom did her best to adjust to her new name, new den. It felt like everything was so confusing, but she had her siblings, and her denmates. She'd figure it out, she had to. At the very least, she knew, the future had the potential to be bright, and she would do her best to make things better, with her littermates and clan by her side.