Personality

Sageweaver is a creator. Greatness comes in many forms, and this molly knows exactly what way her greatness came to. Oh, she has *no doubt*. Sageweaver is proud, boisterous but never lacking grace. She knows what she’s talking about, when she is talking, and who she is talking to. Most of the time, that is. Don’t be fooled by the apparent excess of confidence, Sage is wise and thoughtful as her cycles have made her, and the molly takes full advantage of it..

Never call her old, though! Sageweaver is most insistent she’s barely past her prime- there’s still many moons to come! Ms Weaver, as she likes to call herself sometimes, acts young as ever, loud and not afraid to speak her mind. Not at all. Maybe a bit too much. Perhaps a small problem with boundaries and taking “no” as an answer when it comes to their craft but, who could say no to such a talented and clever cat?! When Sage knows, she knows, darling.

Still, Sage is a kind-hearted cat with maybe some odd ways of showing it, always looking to dedicate her work to ValleyClan’s young. She loves kits, though she would never have them herself. Oh, but they are marvelous. They are the perfect little balls of fur to give weaving lessons. Yes, any and all opportunities to talk about her craft, weaving and clothes to any and all cats who’ll listen, no matter the Clan. At first, at least. Some aren’t worth her time. And Sageweaver’s time is not to be wasted. There is work to be done.

Trivia

• Sageweaver was inspired by Edna Mode from The Incredibles!!! EDNA MODE CAT!!!
• Her voice claim is EDNA MODE!!!
• Sageweaver's scarf was lost by a unlucky camper visiting the national reserve.
• Her sire was a rogue named Brick, who only visited the borders for a short time. Where he is or what happened to him is unknown.
• Sageweaver will strangle you in your sleep if you ask her to make you a cape. (/j)

History

-Origin

Born to Violetpoint, it was believed that Sagekit and Fernkit was Ashentrail. He was her mate, after all. But the pelt of the kits, dark as night, it made little sense. It didn't take long for Ashentrail to confront his mate, and soon the truth was revealed: they were not his. Their sire was a rogue; Violetpoint had gone out of her way to have kits with another cat when she had been trying to have kits with Ashentrail for moons now. It was a lot, as expected. But even though she knew he wasn't her real father, Sage refused to let go of Ashentrail after he broke up with Violet. He was her father! He raised her! Nothing else mattered.

Sagepaw became a healer, inspired by the prospects of her father’s work. She wanted to do more than his plants and shelters, there must be more than that. Fernpaw, the sister she so dearly loved, chose the warrior’s way instead. There was greatness in that, wasn’t it? Defending the Clan, keeping everyone safe and fed. Maybe that was it. Sagepaw needed to aim for *greatness*, one she could find herself.

That’s when she found it. The weird, orange and yellow twoleg object-thing, left in the fields. It was fascinating. Once she brought it back to camp, the elders told her it was a “scarf”. And there it was. It had taken a few moons of being unsure of her own track, but now? Now Sagepaw had no doubts. Part of her had some interest in weaving early on, the methodic movements and technique needed, it all brought her a sense of calm and focus, but also purpose, something she took to doing in her free time. After finding the scarf, Sagepaw knew she had to try it.

-Passion and Family

And so it began, experimenting with weavings, bothering Fernpaw to go get grass with her, spending time with her father and showing him her progress. Maybe talking to Violetpoint if she wasn’t bitter and cranky. Sagepaw fell in love with it, and soon that was her everything. She decided to dedicate her everything to it- after all, that would be her job as a healer, right? Soon Sagepaw became Sageweaver.

The cycles went by, Fernhaze had a kit of her own, who also had a kit of her own. The family grew, but it also got smaller. Violetpoint was found dead around the outskirts of the borders, the scent of fox all over her. They never knew what happened or why- Sage never cared to. What was gone was gone- there was no reason to meddle in the past, that’s what she told herself. Her mother had been spiteful and cold- she could rest with their ancestors now. Sageweaver still had family. Until it all came crashing down.

Larkspurwish fell ill and Fernhaze could not bear to see her daughter like that, especially not so soon after giving birth to little Dewkit. But it was too late, and Sageweaver felt dreadful as she watched her sister bury her own daughter. The healers said Fernhaze’s broken heart had been too much. Sageweaver felt despair like never before. If it wasn’t for Ashentrail’s support, she didn’t know what would’ve been of her. The weather got cold, things only got worse, but it was fine. They would make it through.

-Loss and Grief

The day her father passed was the worst day Sagweaver could ever imagine. If you ask her, the molly can even remember much of it. Just blurs of pure grief, anger, shock… Then she decided to take her anger out on a rock. Sage wasn’t as young as she once was. It was a nasty injury… she doesn’t know why she did it. All she knows is that it kept her from her duties, all throughout the Great Snow and then some. But it gave her time to think. To step away a while, to reflect.

And now, as she finally starts to heal, Sageweaver thinks she can give ValleyClan her all again, even if her family is no longer there.

Relationships

Dewpaw

Sageweaver's grand-nibling. She regrets not being more present in Dewey's life, but they'll always be her Dewdrop. Sage would do anything for them, no questions asked.

Ashentrail (deceased)

Sageweaver's adopted father, of sorts. He might not have been her biological father, but he was her real father. He cared for her, he raised her. Sage wouldn't want any other cat in that place.

Fernhaze (deceased)

Sageweaver's sister. They were quite the duo, and the two of them could make things no other cat could- mostly because they tried a lot of stupid things first. But Sageweaver found joy in that. She misses her every day.

Violetpoint (deceased)

Sageweaver's mother. A cold molly, specially after the ordeal with her father. Kept insisting they should cut Ashentrail off of their lives, but Sageweaver refused. She had nothing to do with her mother's bitterness. She was loving sometimes, and though Sage doesn't hate her, she wished her mother had done better.