Honeyclover and Milkface was a silly couple, the classic straightman x jokester, and their relationship thrived for it. There was nothing more they wanted, or needed, not until they got Burdockkit.

KITHOOD

Born to a pair of rather unassuming and faithful Bloomclan Warriors, Burdock was destined to a similarly stale future. And she HATED that. While others are born with gossip in their paws, she was BORED! She wanted to do something - to be special! Even as kit, Burdock-kit was the troublemaker. Honeyclover and Milkface were quick to defend her when the Monarchs got on her. She was their special, little girl. She always will be.

APPRENTICESHIP

It took her apprenticeship to become something more. Apprenticed to Grizzlygaze was, dissapointed. Wasn't she kind of ... plain? She's nice, Burdockpaw supposed. But what caught her mind was someone else entirely.

Her opportunity to be important, special to somebody, even if it was only one cat - came with Them. Ivorypaw. Their father was always a bore in her mind, but the little kid was awfully interesting. With an eagerness, she befriended them. It wasn't hard. They basically followed her like a lost puppy! This was EASY! Perhaps it was the brightest moons of her life, learning alongside the other cat, developing jokes, and forming something...that can almost be called a true bond. It didn't last long enough, though, and before Burdock knew it, they graduated.

WARRIORSHIP

Newly named Burdocknose found a life of monotony ahead of her. She hated it. Their mateship followed soon after. And...soon after that, courtships under her mates nose. Call it cheating. She thought of it as harmless. It may had been under Ivoryclaws’ nose, but Burdock regarded it as simple fun, never meaning anything more - until it did. She was special wasn't she? Why couldn't she bend the rules....justt a little??? Ivoryclaw was too nice. They were boring. The only good thing about Ivoryclaw was that Burdock always knew they were in her corner. It would be fine as long as Ivoryclaw never knew.

Until Burdocknose realized she couldn't hide it. She wasn't blind to the growing symptoms of pregnancy, and after confirming it with the Monarch Sphinxtongue, Burdocknose knew it. She was expecting. WELL FUCK!

LONER

Fear of the kits not being Ivory's, fear of judgement, dragged her paws away from her home. Young, inexperienced, and without aid, Burdock hadn’t known the first thing about Motherhood. It was cold up on the mountain’s slope, and it was lonely. The birth of her three kittens were a reprieve from that loneliness; little Fern, Owl, and Dusk. The latter were fragile and refused to nurse. She kicked herself from leaving her home, leaving her Mother, leaving the place where an experienced queen may had known how to guide the kittens to the next meal. Little Fern was born strong, always mewling, always shoving his siblings away. It filled Burdock with loathing. How dare Fern take food away from her weaker siblings? But, she was merely a few day old kitten and Burdock reminded herself Fern hadn’t know any better. Hunger drove Burdock. Her milk begun to dry and her trio of kittens seemed to be always wailing. She just needed something - a quick hunting trip, just enough to catch a mouse. She would return, she promised her little ones.

It was cold that day.

Burdock returned to only one kitten. Little Fern, who killed her siblings. Little Fern, who was everyway as greedy as Ivoryclaw. Something broke in her that night. This was their child. Let them have her. She left Fern at the Gathering Ruins. She didn’t want to travel any further with that cat. And found Ivoryclaw. At the brook that used to host their date nights. Something there made Burdock heart ached; how has she missed the life she could’ve had here? Her and Ivoryclaw Owlkit and Duskkit. She held herself sturdy, and alone, she whispered a message. Ivoryclaw ran. Her walk back to the mountains was slow.

Burdock suffered a long while after that. Hunting was more difficult when it was yourself. It was hard to get warm alone. She couldn't trust the loners in the territories with her, except for one, Snowscape.

She attempted to get back with Ivoryclaw, promising more kits, but it only led to more fighting. She hadn't realized she was ... so weak. Ivoryclaw won. She ran into Grizzlygaze afterwards, still bleeding, but Grizzlygaze only blamed her. Fine. She didn't need her anyway. She had Snowscape, and his friend Honeycomb, she guessed.

... She is the one to discover Vixenplume's body. It is delivered to Grizzlygaze. She doesn't like talking about that.