When prompted to explain her history, Siobhán will fall silent and cough, unable to think of anything to explain her previous living situation. Usually, she tends to just wait the question out and pretend it was never asked in the first place.

Siobhán was born to Ronin and Aine alongside her elder sister, Nessa. From birth, the two never clicked, Nessa’s more domineering personality clashing with Siobhán’s more anxious personality. More often than not, the two would argue. This began as small, petty things, the typical things for siblings to argue over, but quickly grew in severity and physicality as the feuds were ignited by Ronin.

Ronin came from a long line of prideful and deceitful cats; cats who did what they wanted when they wanted. To him, his daughters were just another way to exert control; not something to love and care for. Nessa was burdened with the expectation of taking over their family’s legacy, to follow directly in Ronin’s path, and to do as he wanted. Nessa, despite her more headstrong personality, was prone to his manipulation, only wanting to please her father— lest she be treated like her sister. Siobhán was to be the scapegoat of the family; not strong enough to be treated like Nessa, not worthy enough to be trained into this position.

Siobhán was eighteen moons old when the pin finally dropped. She remembers it so clearly, how a storm raged just outside of their home, how the night was stark black. She wishes she could purge it all from her mind.

It had started as a small argument between her and her sister; nothing that bad, in comparison to the vicious spits they tended to get into. However, it quickly evolved into something a lot more dangerous. Nessa pounced to attack and Siobhán, blindsided, didn't react quickly enough to block the imcoming attacks. Blood and fur splattered across the floor as their fight got worse, and both Siobhán and Nessa were brutal with their swings. After enough time, Siobhán was able to get the upper hand when Nessa grew tired and, with Siobhán, claw scars running down her sides, standing over her sister, Nessa bloodied and bruised, she was ready to finish the fight.

She only stopped when she was dragged off by Ronin, who threw his daughter to the side. He demanded an explanation for her behaviour, trying to make her remoseful for her actions, but she refused to yield.Ronin refused to see Nessa's fault in the fight, only piling the blame onto Siobhán. When she realised there was no reasoning with them, not when they would forever take Nessa's side, she ran.

After leaving, Siobhán spent the next few moons of her life alone on the streets.

It was cold, dark and desolate, not like the warm and cosy enviroment of her home. Despite that, she peservered, scavenging from trash and trading with more capable rogues for food. She stayed closer to the outskirts of the city, hoping to avoid any detection from her family. This, however, ended up being her downfall. On a scavenging day, she got too careless and went too close to a strange looking device. Once she stepped inside, it closed down on her. She was taken away and woke back up in a confined space, with a few patch of shaved fur and a nick in her ear. Luckily, they didn't hold her for much longer and eventually freed her.

For obvious reasons, Siobhán didn't stick around for round two. Without hesitation, she ran as far away as she could, past the confines of the city into the wilderness. She had no experience with the wild, but felt it would be much safer than staying in city. Following the roads, she eventually ended up at the caravan place, where she remained for a few short days before being chased out by roaming dogs. Tired, hungry and hurt, she eventually stumbled upon a rolling field and a lakeshore. Immediately enamoured by the new enviroment, she decided to remain there for as long as she could.

And, if she was welcomed into ValleyClan with open arms, then that couldn't hurt either.