Kitewillow

basic description > Large, fluffy blue rosetted tabby she-cat with olive green eyes.

build > Heavy
fur description > Long and fluffy
breeds > Bengal, Moggy

height > 33 cm
weight > 7.8 lbs
voice > Marcy from Amphibia
scent > Cattails

scars > n/a
accessories > n/a
banned traits > n/a

Parents
 parents >
    >> Deercall (Mother) > Golden coated bengal with green eyes. || Deceased
    >> Softsnap (Father) > Brown tabby with high white spotting and blue eyes || Deceased

siblings >
    >> Larktrail > A charcoal marbled bengal tabby with amber eyes
    >> Shrikestrike > A black, melanistic rosette tabby with green eyes
    >> Doverain > A snow lynx donut rosette tabby with pale blue eyes
    >> Wrencatcher > A snow sepia donut rosette tabby with heterochromia

mate >
    >> name > short description

kits >
    >> name > short description

extended >
    >> name > short description

kithood [ 0 - 6 moons ] >
    Born just before newleaf to a pair of young warriors, Kitekit and her siblings were bundles of chaos from the beginning. She loved her parents dearly, basking in the attention Deercall showered her kits with, and not paying much mind to her father's more absent nature. She was too occupied with her siblings, after all.

As soon as they were old enough to walk properly, she and Larkkit were already causing chaos in the nursery, often playing with eachother. Deercall, sweet as she was, could never really bring herself to discipline them, and so the kits often got away with their shenanigans without any punishment, which only fueled Kitekit's eager and excited nature.

And then, by the time they were in their second moon of life, Deercall seemed....more tired. Thinner. Kitekit didn't understand - was something wrong? She noticed Larkkit was always helping her with small things, and Wrenkit was usually laying by her side, and she wanted to help. She just....didn't quite know how, that was all. Why wasn't Softsnap helping? Where was he?

Trying to distract herself from her worry, Kitekit often distracted herself by playing with her siblings. One day, while in a rough play-fight with Larkkit, she swiped too hard - the next thing she knew, blood was trickling from his ear, and she panicked. What had she done? Kitekit was consumed with worry over her sibling, rambling about how she didn't mean to, and he was eventually able to calm her down, before being escorted to the medicine den by another queen.

She huddled close to Deercall as her brother vanished into the other den, pressing herself against her side. She seemed so tired, unable to get up and join Larkkit in the medicine den. Kitekit was starting to worry about her more, wondering why mama wasn't getting better as quickly as she thought.

Larkkit was released from the medicine den soon enough, and by the next moon, Deercall was just....gone. One morning, Kitekit and her siblings woke up to the terrible news that their mother had passed in the night, without getting the chance to say goodbye. Kitekit was devastated; she didn't know what to think. All she could do was huddle close to her littermates, mourning.

Softsnap moved to the nursery to care for his kits, though he still seemed distant and busy. Kitekit didn't blame, him, though, often trying to justify his distance to her siblings. Still, she could see Larkkit begin to resent him, and try to take on the role of caretaker themself. And she'd be lying if she said it didn't help, to lean on him when Softsnap wasn't there.

More time passed, with Kitekit relying more on her siblings than her father. Though she knew he still cared - he stayed with them all night, made sure they ate and were okay, didn't let them suffer through nightmares on their own; she still found herself not understanding why he was so distant. He was probably still shaken from Deercall's death, she reasoned. It must be hard for him.

One day, a moon later, the kits were playing outside the nursery when another accident happened. Wrenkit, in the midst of a particularly rough play-fight, had accidentally scratched Larkkit's shoulder, drawing blood. Kitekit worried over them, panicking, and Wrenkit had to calm her down as their oldest sibling went to the medicine den for the second time in their kithood.

And then the earthquake.

As the camp shook, water flooding and sinkholes opening, Kitekit fled the chaos, curling up close to her siblings under the careful watch of the older cats, as everything descended into madness around them. It'd be safe here, curled up close. It had to be, right? They had to be safe. Lark would keep them safe. But, after things had settled, they learned devastating news.

The ground had opened up during the earthquake, and Softsnap, hunting outside of camp, had fallen down into it, leading to his death. He was gone, never to be seen again. She didn't know what to do. Just like that, their only remaining parent was gone, and though Beesting offered to watch over the litter, Kitekit....didn't know what to do.

For the last moon, under the watchful eye of Beesting, Kitekit found herself somewhat latching onto the permaqueen. She had just lost her father, and her siblings were stressed, and she didn't know what to do. Beesting allowed her to stay close, listened as she talked about her worries, and she appreciated it more than she ever said out loud. Kitekit deeply valued the care and support, especially in the wake of so much struggle.

Before she knew it, the moon had passed, and the ceremony was upon them. She wasn't a little kit anymore.

apprenticeship [ 6 - 12 moons ] >
    It felt like no time at all, when her name was called for the ceremony. Kitepaw was beyond excited to receive her new name and mentor, and the opportunities that came with it; she'd be able to learn to hunt! She stayed close to her siblings during the ceremony, before rushing off to greet her new mentor.

Not long after being apprenticed, Beesting, the cat who she viewed as a mother figure, revealed she was expecting kits. Kitepaw was ecstatic, looking forward to meeting them. Oftentimes during her training, she'd bring back plants she thought smelled nice, just to take them to Beesting as gifts.

Kitepaw dove headfirst into training, trying to get as much knowledge and skill as she possibly could. She couldn't spend as much time with her siblings as she wanted, but at the same time, she was caught up in learning. Her larger size lended well to battle training, and the play-fighting she often got up to as a kit with her siblings certainly helped matters, as well. Kitepaw practiced as hard as she could throughout her apprenticeship, wanting to be able to protect her littermates as well as her clan.

A moon later, the cats that had left on the quest during her kithood returned, badly injured. They were rushed to the medicine den for emergency medical attention, and Kitepaw was reeling. What had happened to them? Surely something bad had to have caused all those injuries, but she didn't understand. What happened to them, while they were gone? Questions stormed the young apprentice's mind, and she found herself distracted during training for the next moon.

Later, Beesting's kits arrived, and though Kitepaw was excited to meet them, she was still plagued by uncertainty. The return of the quest cats had given rise to questions that she didn't know how to answer. Kitepaw was trapped in her own mind, wondering if these cats had risked their lives just to bring questions instead of answers. Still, she visited the nursery when she could.

More time passed, the quest cats were released from the medicine den, but still things weren't looking up. One of the clan's warriors, Boulderfrost, was found killed outside of camp. What had done this, so close by? Without being seen? Kitepaw remembered rumors of ghosts, and this only added to the storm within her mind. She didn't know what to do.

She tried to focus on training, she really did, but truthfully, Kitepaw spent most of her time thinking. She just wished she knew more about how to help her clanmates, something, anything she could do. She found herself sitting under the stars often, deep in thought.

And then, another disaster. A group of her clanmates were attacked by a ghost, some being bound to the medicine den. Alpinedusk was nearly killed, and the other cats with him were badly injured. She felt like her clan was being consumed by a maelstrom of chaos and loss, and she threw herself into battle training with more determination. The next time something happened, she would be ready.

warriorhood [ 12 - present moons ] >
    Her ceremony was upon her before she knew it, with a new name; Kitewillow. She became a warrior alongside her siblings, and she felt a new determination. She'd protect her clan, with her life if she had to. She refused to let anything else hurt her home and family, not if she had anything to say about it.