NAME - Dragopelt
AGE - 19 moons
BIRTHDATE - Moon 1
GENDER - Male
CLAN - JadeClan
RANK - Queen
MENTOR - Mottledghost
APPRENTICE - N/A
LOYALTY -
FAITH -
A protective queen who would do anything to defend the clan’s little ones. Sleeps a lot.
Dragopelt is very defensive of the Clan's young ones, whether they're newborn kittens or already in training. He hates the idea of anyone treating them as second-class clan members just because of their age
Dragokit was born on moon 1 to a loner named Mantis. Sleetkit and Foggykit were his sisters. Mantis died soon after giving birth, so her kits never got to know her. He and his sisters were adopted by Mottledghost and Lightglare.
Dragokit was always very close to Mottledghost, bonding more with her than anyone else in his family. His sisters often watched the warrior apprentices train, but Dragokit felt anxious at the sight of hunting and fighting, preferring to stay by Mottledghost's side.
When he turned six moons old, Dragopaw knew instantly that he wanted to become a queen's apprentice. He felt that his place was here, in the nursery, with Mottledghost and the other apprentice Cinderpaw, whom he viewed as a big sister figure.
The beginning of his apprenticeship was well timed, since seven new kits had just been born; the deputy Briarheather's litter of 4 and Mottledghost's litter of 3 with Lightglare. He knew that for the next six moons he'd be very busy in here; but he didn't mind. This was how he wanted to serve his Clan.
Over time, Dragopaw became curious about a lot of things. How did JadeClan come to be? What were the other Clans like? Did StarClan really exist? While he was able to somewhat satisfy these curiosities, he always had more questions.
And then he was caught completely off guard when his promotion came.
He had to make sure he'd heard correctly when Mottledghost told him that he was now a full-fledged queen at just 10 moons old. It didn't seem true; he knew he was skilled as a queen, but there was no way he was good enough to be promoted so early. The kits were all happy for him, though, so he tried to seem proud of himself despite his confusion.
Dragopelt had little time to celebrate this, though, as he was awoken to a horrifying sight not long after; Shadowberry had died of starvation, leaving her three kits scared and alone. Dragopelt had known that the fresh-kill pile was scarce this leaf-bare, but he had no idea it would have such dire consequences. He and Cinderice spent several days straight comforting Shadowberry's kits.
The last thing Dragopelt expected to see just two moons later was his mother and mentor Mottledghost...stiff and cold, with several bloody scars on her body. She'd been killed by someone from WisteriaClan, though nobody was sure exactly who did it.
Mottledghost, a mother figure to virtually the whole Clan, was dead.
It was at this moment that Dragopelt realized how grateful he was to have such a large family. If he'd been alone, he would've never been able to get through this crushing grief. But with this grief came resentment as well; he despised Mottledghost's killer, whoever they were, and prayed that they'd rot in the Dark Forest for what they'd done.
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